Hi guys. Welcome to my first fic. It is not the first I have ever written but first that I posted here. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feel free to share your thoughts and feelings about it! Synopsis: Mingi and you have a strange relationship. It is not everyday that you and your ex meet up for sex. This time it felt different. A week of "getting held up" and the missed opportunities has left you and Mingi at a breaking point. Now that you’re finally in the same room, he isn't interested in being gentle. From a cold dinner in the kitchen to a heated power struggle on the velvet sofa, Mingi demands total submission before he gives you exactly what you’ve been starving for. And you, like an innocent girl, give it to him.  Warnings: Unprotected Sex: Rough Sex: Depictions of aggressive movements, Size  Kink, Body Fluids, Dominance & Submission, Orgasm Denial / Edging, Praise & Degradation, Marking, Deepthroating, Face Riding

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You walked through the door with the spare key he gave you. You were exhausted. Physically and mentally. You dropped your things and entered the apartment. Then you see him.. Manspreading. One hand on his crotch the other holding his phone. His head was pushed back on the couch staring up with his phone. When he heard you dropping your things he looked. 

To say you were just mentally and physically tired wasn’t enough. You were sexually frustrated too. He was busy. You were busy. You couldn’t just fuck the frustration out of your system like you usually did neither did he. And you could feel it. 

Both of you tried to squeeze in a quickie on some parking lot but you god held up. Then when you told him to come by an alley not far away from your work he got held up. 

Now… It was different. Both of you in one place, ready to fuck it out. The tensions were high.

Though he didn’t pay much attention. He was used to it. Not like a few years ago but it still felt somehow the same. “Hi baby, dinner in the fridge if you are hungry.” He knew you too well. He always acted like this though caring and loving though you wished he cared more before, than now. But that was not the mission for now. 

You moved to the kitchen to heat up the dinner that he at least made you. You watched the microwave as it heated up your food. He was still on the couch carelessly scrolling on his phone. You ate. Alone and in silence. The air was suffocating you with unsaid tensions.

When you finished your dinner you washed the dishes and turned the kitchen lights off. Only a dim light from the lamp in the living room was the source of light in the dark and dull apartment. You sat down and as if on instinct Mingi's hand, that wasn’t holding his phone, reached out to crease your waist. Mindlessly. Like it was natural. As it always did. There was no softness to it nor was there a meaning to his touch. It was as if his hand was meant to be there. 

You laid your head on his chest watching what he was doing on his phone. When he saw you peeking he turned it towards you. You both stayed like that for a good 30 minutes. Just you and the quiet of the apartment. 

You looked at him. Beautiful. His long white hair was slightly messed up but slicked back by the amount of times he put his hands through his hair. He was wearing a black hoodie with gray sweatpants on, his go to look at home. He had a smirk on his face from a video playing on his phone. He looked tired. But he still managed to look absolutely amazing. He looked natural. No make-up, no pretty outfits, just Mingi.

You looked at him again. And then you got on his lap and nuzzled your head in his neck. He was caught off guard but his hands, as if on instinct, came up behind your back dropping whatever he was doing. One hand was on your back the other on the back of your neck massaging it. He took your head by the back of your neck and looked at you. He only smiled as if he knew what was coming next. No words needed.

You leaned in close enough to feel the air coming hot from your lips. You put your hands inside his hoodie and started to touch him from his pecs down to his invisalign. He shivered. Only you could make him feel this way with just a small touch. He took his hand that was on your back and put it under your hoodie. Feeling you up from inside. from your spine down to the top of your ass. 

He leaned in. A sloppy kiss. Your mouth tangled with his. It was a desperate kiss. You both were hungry. Moving aggressively. Silavia connecting you too in the passionate kiss.  He moved your head to the side for better access that he got. He was holding you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. His hands flew down to your ass and started to knead it. He loved every second of it. And so did you. 

As the kiss escalated he moved down from your lips. Bottom lip. Chin. Jaw. Neck. Side of your neck. He was leaving a trail of sloppy kisses and you let him, moving your head to the side. It only turned you on even more. Your hands flew to his hair gripping them as if you didn’t want to let go. Maybe you didn’t but that was not a problem for now.

His mouth is still busy. Jaw. Neck. Collarbones now. He was moving your blouse with his mouth to gain more access to you. Slowly biting you leaving love bites in the places he could reach with his mouth. 

His hands lowered even more. He was full on gripping your ass with one hand moving it around and slapping it in random places on one ass cheek while the other moved to your front. Slowly unbuttoning your jeans and touching your clothed core and letting a finger trace it up and down your panties.

You were moaning. Your head was thrown back letting him do the work. As the tension got higher you started to grind on his lap and his finger. You really wanted to come but even you knew it was not the time. But it felt so good. He felt so good.

As if reading your thoughts the hand that was on your pussy reached for your hair gripping it strongly to the point his entire hand was pretty much holding onto your roots. “Now you know damm well if you get yourself off right now we are ending this game” he said under your ear. You could only moan. You knew that today specifically after the entire week of no sex he was not gonna be gentle with you. You knew and yet you still wanted to push his buttons because it just felt right. You also knew he was gonna fuck you sensless maybe even to the point of passing out. 

He pulled away slightly watching you then said one word: “strip”. You obeyed. You wanted to stand up but he held you down by your ass. “While you are on my lap”. You smirked “ someone's really needy”,”if in the next 30 seconds i don’t see you naked i am pulling you off” he said with a serious tone and your smirk widened You were bratty but not bratty enough to let the chance of him putting you through the mattress pass.

You started with your blouse. Took the bow out and started to unbutton the buttons. He laid back, his head slightly tilted back and to the side but still watching your every move. When you reached the last button you let the blouse fall on the ground. You were only in your white lace bra. He was mesmerized. Only looking. As you were about to start pulling your jeans down he stopped you by grabbing your hands with his one hand. “Not yet” he said slowly and put his hands behind his neck. You moved your hands to your thighs, keeping them there. You guys were still just staring at one another. He was eyeing you up and down like you were his last meal on the earth. Hands clasped behind his neck, leaned further back on the couch, you sitting on his lap feeling his dick slowly hardening. Both of you couldn’t ask for a better situation. 

He unclasped his hands and pulled you by your bra strap violently. You moved forward, hands on his chest. You couldn't wait so you tried to take his hoodie off, he let you and you were touching his chest, abs and moving lower. You knew this was the limit at this time. Your hands were all over his upper torso and he loved it. 

He played with your bra strap pulling it to him, moving it back, to the side and then his hands were on your still clothed breasts. You moaned again pulling closer to his touch. He was playing with your nipples that were slowly starting to show through the bra. “Such a pretty thing in such a pretty bra, your tits are slowly dripping out of it huh? Did you decide to wear it because you knew it would make me hard? Hmh?” He asked you seductively. “Sweetheart if i wanted you hard i would have come here in nothing but a trench coat” you said groaning because you started to slowly grind on him. He only smiled and pulled the bra off of you in one swift motion. 

“Fuckkkkk your tits are just so good,” he said while playing with them. He leaned in taking his thumbs and pointer fingers and playing with your nipples. You groaned again moving your hands behind you onto his thighs, arching to let him get more access. He moved his right hand down and attached his mouth to your tits. He took the nipple in and started to suck on it. He held onto you tit with one hand while the other one moved to your back to keep you close. 

He always paid attention to your body even if it was your finger, leg, shoulder, so no doubt your tits were getting the treatment of a lifetime. He was switching between one and another giving them both the same attention. While one was getting sucked the other was kneaded, massaged or slapped. 

He removed himself from your tits and buried his face there moving it left and right as you grabbed his white hair. You giggled at the act and he just looked up with those dammm puppy brown eyes. 

You leaned forward kissing him. This time the kiss was slower, none of you rushed. You gasped and he let his tongue into your mouth exploring every inch. His hands were glued to your back and neck controlling you like you were his doll which you were. You pulled away from the kiss giving him the same treatment that he gave you. You knew that sweet spot on his neck and you decided to suck on it leaving a nice hickey. He was whining. He loved whenever you took control and tortured those delicate parts of his body. 

When you pulled away he was smirking. “Alright baby those need to come off so up you go” he said and you stood on your knees between his legs letting him do the work. This was the thing about having sex with Mingi. One minute he tells you to strip, gets distracted, then he changes his mind. But you didn’t mind. This kept the momentum going and the sex more interesting. You never knew what was coming exactly. And the attention was almost always on you.

As he pulled your bottoms down you were left only in your white panties. They were see through at the crotch because you knew today would finally be the day you would fuck out any kind of tensions and frustration. 

The moment he saw it he rolled his eyes with his head and groaned. “My fucking god baby you really knew you would be getting this dick today” “I always know when I am getting that dick baby” you responded with a mischevious smile. “Well we shall see, you know damm well you have to work for it” he said and started to kiss in between your breasts. 

Your hands were still in his hair moving his head as close as you could because the sensation you felt was just amazing. His dick was slowly poking you. You forgot about it while he was playing with your tits but it re-made its appearance again. You knew he wasn’t wearing anything other than sweatpants so you made your best to grind as much as you could to soak him up through the sweats. 

Both of you were a moaning mess and the tempo of your makeout session was only accelerating. The more you grinded on him the more you could feel the pressure building in you. You also knew he was reaching his high so you stopped grinding on him. He looked dumbfounded. “Why did you stop?” he asked you in disbelief. “You really thought we would start this off with you coming through your sweatpants huh? you smiled at him. It wasn’t a nice smile, it was filled with a tiny bit of evilness. 

You pulled away from him to let him take his sweats off. His dick was already hard and ready, the precum leaking. You looked at it and licked your lips. It was a routine for you both. The sex each time felt different but the routine of it was always the same. There were steps to be completed before any action escalated further. 

You got off his lap and got on your knees. Hands on his thighs creasing them up and down. He whined. “You know what, everytime I get down on my knees you always make these cute little noises” you said as your hand started slowly to run your hand up and down his dick. He leaned back even more and groaned even louder “I am about to get the best head of my life you really think I will keep quiet.” You only smiled. 

As much as a top Mingi could be he bottomed. And he bottomed for you. He let you do many things. From what you know he was never like that with any girl before or in between. And you loved being special. You loved the fact that he was whiny, whimpery and a bottom for you. To say your ego was boosted was not enough, you were ecstatic knowing that. 

You looked at him through your eyelashes as you got down on him. As rough as the sex was, it always felt intimate. 

You begin to suck him off. Took his tip in and licked around making sure his precum was cleaned off. Your hand was playing with his balls and the other was holding on to his thigh occasionally scratching it for your own pleasure and just to hold on to anything. You circled your tongue around his tip a few more times and began to sink lower still looking at him. His pleasure was your pleasure. 

His head fell back. Hands behind his neck tightly holding on to any dignity he had left. You began bopping your head up and down. You knew he didn’t like it that way but it would get him angry. And knowing the consequences you wanted to do it. He looked down. His face turned into a disgusting feature. He put his hand on your head making sure to grip your hair. He brought it up leaving your mouth empty. “You do that one more time. I am bending you over that couch and making sure you do NOT come. Got it princess?” he said looking down on you with a twisted expression. 

Baam you thought. You got him. It turned you on. Him angry, gripping your hair. You were a slut for this Mingi. You nodded and got to work. Your hand at his base stroking him while your mouth worked wonders on his tip. His hand was still on your head this time holding on for support the other was holding the back of the couch. 

The tempo was slowly growing. You were looking up at him, stroking him, circling your tongue around his tip. You could feel him lose control. He started to shiver and you knew he was about to come. You slowed down and as you did Mingi put his other hand on your head and started to fuck himself in your mouth. You knew what you had to do at this moment and it was to let him do his thing. Your hands left his thighs and moved them to your breast, massaging them and playing with your nipples. He was a whining mess. He could not keep himself quiet. 

Your mouth was his heaven. As much as he loved your blow jobs he loved fucking himself there too. He knew you would let him play with you however he wanted. His wish was your command. 

“So close baby so close keep playing with those pretty titties” he groaned moving his hips with a pace that made you gag. He was big. His height and nose told you all you needed to know about his dick but you never got used to it. Never. 

You played with your boobs moaning and gagging and groaning. If it wasn’t for self control you would have come just from this. One last thrust from him and he pressed you down, all the way down on his dick, milking your mouth with his cum. His hands on your head were gripping your hair so tight that it started to hurt. 

He held you down for a good 40sec making sure your mouth was not left empty. You breathed through your nose holding onto his legs. You gathered some energy and breath to lick his tip which made him quiver. With an aggressive drag he pulled you off of his dick and semi threw your head back making you tumble on your knees. Mingi felt ecstasy. He was on the 7th cloud. He closed his eyes and gathered his breath. 

When he opened his eyes he saw you. On your knees, hair all over your face. To add a cherry on the top you made sure he saw you taking your thumb and gathering the excess cum around your mouth just to open it and suck it off of your finger.  

“You did so good princess.” he said with lust. He leaned and reached out for you, making you get up from your knees. “Let me reward you,” he said, tracing kisses on your stomach, hip bones and above your pussy. Your hands landed on his neck creasing it up and down. “How are you going to reward me baby huh?” you asked in an innocent voice. But you knew how. It was all a part of a game, as it always was but it never stopped being fun. Each time you thought the spark of it all would end you would end up being wrong. And fucked out.

“Let me show you what you do to me. Let me show you why you deserve this.” he said and laid down. He grabbed your thighs and made sure you straddled his face and were comfortable. It was different this time. He usually ate you out standing or laying down to make sure you somehow could not move. This time it was different. It's like he let you have control. 

Mingi was an eater. That man loved pussy. Mainly yours. He never complained about eating you out, he was the one offering you the good time. You could be laying down watching a  movie, standing up to cook something or even sitting at the dining table and that man would somehow find himself between your thighs. Hell he didn’t even complain when you had your period all he said was “A little blood never scares a grown man, now open up so we can make sure these cramps don’t bother you.” And he would dive in. For hours even. Making sure the pleasure would last you a while. 

This felt different. You loved to ride his face but not on top. But you didn’t complain. This is what you loved about having sex with him. It always was different. Feeling wise and act wise.

So you lowered yourself down on him. Your right hand was in his hair and the other was behind your back on his thigh. He blew some air on your pussy. Moving your underwear to the side exposing you to the air. You moaned. He looked up at you from below. Enjoying the minimal touch he gave you. Hell he didn’t even touch your pussy and yet you were already reacting to him.

He loved you like that. Vulnerable and under his spell. He loved teasing you seeing how he pushed your limits and made you beg. Even though you didn’t fuck it out for a week you both weren’t desperate enough to break the routine. So he thought he could tease you a bit more. Play with you a bit more. 

He put his hands on your ass holding it tight and he blew some more air on your clit again. Watching your folds move slightly to the air. You whined but didn’t reposition your hands or didn’t bite back. For some reason you wanted to take it slow today. The desperation disappearing from you. This felt more intimate than all the other times.

He took one hand from your ass and moved his middle finger from your clit down to your hole. He then circled that finger around your hole and moved to the right side of your folds. His finger traveled up to your fold to your clit and he repeated the action down the left folds. You gasped at the cold finger just touching you and circling around your pussy. You squeezed your hand that was on his head. 

He did that for a while. Just moving his finger around your folds, clit, hole, side of your thighs and while doing that you were softly gasping at his touch. You were slowly becoming wet. So wet his finger was getting sticky. He put his hand on your tummy and got to work attaching his head to your pussy in the end. His tongue licked your hole and travelled up to your clit and started lapping it there. 

The sensation shocked you and you arched your back gasping at the feeling of his tongue. He licked, lapped and bit your clit making sure to treat it with full attention. You were gripping him hard. You loved that he knew where to touch you or where to lick you to make you feel things. 

His tongue moved down from your clit and into your hole. He pushed his tongue there moving it side to side. At that moment you rolled your eyes in pleasure but you knew he did that on purpose. You pulled his face away “If you don’t suck me where you should I will make sure you fuck your pillows while thinking about me.” At that he laughed and creased your ass up and down “Baby the only thing I am fucking tonight is you. Now if you do not shut up I will not be able to finish this meal.” His tone was stone cold but the message was clear. Just because I let you be on top does not mean the rules do not apply.

He got back to what he was doing and began abusing your clit making you gasp even louder. While his mouth was working on your clit his middle finger began circling your hole and then sticking it in there. He didn’t move at first he just left it there and made sure he heard you moan loudly. The hand that was on his thigh moved to your tits, squeezing your nipples and kneading your boobs. 

You couldn’t take the pressure of his finger, you wanted to move so badly but at the same time the hand that was on your ass made sure you stayed seated as his mouth devoured you. “Mingi I am going to cum” you whimpered, moving your hand to your hair because at that moment you did not know what to hold on. “Hold it princess, I know you can.” he pulled away for a moment from your clit and got right back to where he belonged.

You were a moaning mess losing yourself in pleasure. You wanted to come so badly but his demand sounded so soft. You had to hold it in.

At that Mingi moved his finger. He found your g-spot and you moaned so loudly you could bet that the old lady that lived next to him heard it. It was too much. His mouth, his finger moving around that one spot that made this unbearable. Your hands flew behind your back on to his thighs. The sensation felt so good that you couldn’t just hold still and Mingi felt it. Normally he was restraining you back but he knew you needed this release. He knew he could make you not just cum. 

You started to bounce on his face and finger. Moving lightly up down and to the side to catch your release. “Ahhh baby I c-c-can”t ta-ak-e it anymore.” You moaned or yelled you had no clue. The release was so close. Mingi only could moan and hum into your pussy which gave even more vibrations down there. 

His mouth was still lapping your clit but his finger pressed down on your g-spot which was all it took to make you quiver over him and not just cum.”F-f-fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” You moaned rolling your head back and then it hit you. Your release. You squirted. Liquid fell down from your pussy soaking your thighs, the sofa and Mingi's face. You were a moaning mess, hands moving now to his head and sofa and your body, any surface you could reach or hold on to. You were shaking.

But he didn’t mind one bit. He was still buried in your clit slurping up the liquids that left your pussy, massaging your folds with his wet finger and tongue still licking your sensitive bud. He slowed down making sure you rode out your high. You rolled your hips still riding his face. This time he moaned. He kissed your pussy with a loud smooch and pulled his face away. He was smiling from ear to ear while you were fighting for your life. More like composure but it felt the same. 

He was eyeing you now watching you tremble, head rolled back, heavy breathing still gripping onto the sofa with one hand while the other was gripping your shuddering thigh. 

“You always come so pretty when overstimulated” he said, creasing your thighs now up and down. You really wanted to say something but you just couldn’t. Round 1 was over. There was still the entire night to go but you felt like collapsing. 

Mingi saw it and he slowly lifted himself onto his elbows moving you down with him. You slid slowly against him leaving wet spots all around his chest, hands as if on instinct fell to his shoulder and you buried your head into his neck. He gently warped his hands on your back and held you closer. This intimacy wasn’t a surprise; he always took care of you after sex. He lowered himself still holding you and grabbed his sweatpants that were on the floor by the sofa. 

He took them and cleaned you up. He tapped your pussy and thighs making sure to clean up any liquid that gushed out of you. Then he repeated the action on himself.  All while you laid down and tried to catch your breath. “You sure you wanna do more?” he asked you calmly while laying you both down on the sofa. He didn’t sound concerned but he always asked in case anything changed. You were laying on top of his chest, you managed to blurt out a small “yes just give me a 5min break”. He smiled, and looked down at you. You weren’t fucked out yet but he knew the 5min break would be enough for you to finally get to the real fun. 

His presence calmed you. He had this effect on you. You could deny all you wanted but his presence calmed you down. And vice versa. Sad it only happened when you guys were both a sticky mess. Otherwise your dynamic would be more tolerable to both of you. 

You slowly rose from his chest putting your entire weight onto him. You leaned down and connected your lips together with his. It started off as a soft kiss but then it turned out more sloppy. His tongue was grazing your teeth, bottom, top lip and you reciprocated the action. Both of your hands were all over each other touching every place on your bodies. His hands went down to your waist and finally pulled your panties off and threw them above you. 

You giggled at the action. 

“Condom or no condom?” he asked you in between the kisses, mouth still on yours. You took that moment to glaze your tongue deeper into his mouth exploring every inch. “I am on the pill” you gasped. He groaned and pulled you even closer, hands travelling between your waist and ass. 

He moved his hands down to your thighs and pulled you closer making sure your body was close to him. You slowly started to grind into him needing more contact. He pulled back looking at your swollen lips and started kissing you down and grabbing you by your tits. You arched into him and grinded some more. He was playing with your tits again while his mouth was leaving hickeys around your neck, jaw, collarbones. He then started to mark you on your tits. You were about to reach for his dick but he stopped you taking your hands and pulling them behind you. “Such a needy slut hmmh, you want my dick so bad you can’t wait can you?” he asked you licking your nipple. 

You could only whimper since your boobs at the moment were overly sensitive. “Cat got your tongue? My tongue is fucking your body so good you can’t even form a coherent sentence?” he asked you again. And yet again you could not answer. Your hands being locked behind in his tight grip and his tongue working overtime. 

He detached from your tits and looked at you. One hand left the grip on your hands but not too long after he held both of your wrists by one hand. He then slapped your right tit. So hard it stung so bad you whimpered-yelled. “You either gonna respond or I will torture that pretty body of yours till you speak” he said in a  dominant voice. You couldn’t muster a response, not yet. All of this felt so good, the sting of the slap, his hand behind you. 

He looked at you again and this time the slap came across your face. Nothing too hard, just strong enough to leave pleasure. He then grabbed you by your cheeks with one hand and turned your head so you were looking at him. “One more chance you dirty whore” this time he wasn’t kidding you could feel it in his voice and in the way he was holding you. “Yes” you said weakly. “Yes what?” he said. “I am-” as you were about to continue you felt his finger near your pussy again rubbing it. “Hmmm what was that?” he said this time mocking you. 

You really wanted to respond to him. The words were at the tip of your tongue but it all just felt too good. This time Mingi slapped your other tit and you rolled your head back. “Since my pretty whore does not want to cooperate we will do this differently." 

He stretched your pussy and shoved 2 fingers there finding your g-spot. You were squirming in his grip but his hand was strong and he didn’t let go that easily. “Since you are so needy but lack the words you are gonna nicely sit on my fingers and take what I give you.” You whined and slowly moved up on his fingers to find any pressure. And that earned you another smack this time on the other cheek. 

“Ahh forgot to say, you move you will get smacked and we start again. You stay still and count the seconds you earn my dick. Got it princess?” he said repositioning his fingers so they didn’t touch your g-spot. You nod your head. “I need words.” “Y-ye-s” you whined due to the sensation of his fingers moving. “You count the seconds, the moment you moan or squirm we reset.” And with that he pressed his fingers back in you and back on your g-spot. You were so close to moaning but kept it in with any power left. 

“Start” he demanded. “One” you counted. He moved his fingers deeper in you. You bit your lips. “I don’t hear you” “Two”, he folded his fingers on your g-spot. “Three” you whimpered-yelled and he turned his fingers around inside you, which got you to moan. He took his fingers out and with that same hand smacked your cheek. 

“What did I say to sluts that don’t listen to directions?” he asked you. “Reset” you exhaled. He only smirked. He positioned his fingers on your hole “Count.” So you did and with each second his fingers slipped deeper. At the 7th second his fingers curled again in you and you moaned out and again you got smacked in the face. This continued on for another 10 minutes. Each time you were close to 10 you would moan out to his finger curling in you or just grazing your g-spot. 

Mingi could do this all night. He loved the state you were in. Desperate, wet and hot for him. He knew you could push through it and yet you were so desperate for him a simple graze or a press in your pussy would cause you to react somehow. He loved you like this. Under his command. 

Because of the amount of times you failed he actually started slapping your tits, 10x harder than your face. He said “We shouldn’t waste such a pretty face this way.” He knew you liked this too otherwise you would use the safe word. 

As much as you loved being praised, what really turned you on was being thrown around the bed, manhandled and called filthy words. That’s why sex between you two was well- balanced. You both could top each other and give each other the full experience of pleasure. 

“Alright baby I know you can do it. Okay? Be a good girl for me and be quiet and best believe me you will get this dick. Hmm?” He asked you while stroking your face. You would not think this is the same Mingi that slapped the living shit out of you anytime you moved or moaned on his finger. 

You nodded. You were frustrated and hot. You badly wanted his dick. So it began. By 5 he was already fingers deep. You tried to keep your composure. Telling yourself to think of anything else than his fingers in you. By 7 he was already curling his fingers on your g-spot. By 8 he was pressing. By 9 he pressed even more. And by 10 he pulled his fingers out. 

He threw you down on the sofa back hitting the soft velvet and put your legs on his shoulders. He positioned himself at your entrance which made you whine. He kept you in the mating press while his tip was playing with your pussy. All you could do was beg “please Mingi please, i need you, so bad, please just fuck me” You gripped his shoulders squeezing hard. 

He didn’t budge. He was still playing with his tip smirking down at the view of your pussy trembling at his dick. He then slapped your clit with one powerful slap and asked “Who?” “Daddy please fuck me right this moment. I need this dick in me now” you moaned and then he slammed into you. Full length. “Such a needy little whore you are. Trust me baby I will fill this pussy with my dick.” He said fucking roughly into you. His elbows were near your head making sure you didn’t move much. 

He was ruthless. He was fucking you like a starved animal. You were a moaning mess. The only thing you could do was grip the pillows above you. The only sounds coming out of you were moans and yells. 

He was also groaning. The skin slapping could be heard from the end of the corridor outside of his apartment, probably, that's how hard he was going. He then slowed his tempo which made you cry out. “I know baby i know” he said more to himself than to you. He moved your legs to the side and took your hands above your head and pinned them down with his. 

He plunged into you again, this time slow strokes. He made sure to slam into you and pull out just to leave the tip in your pussy. You were yelling his name over and over again and that only caused a smile on his face. He moved down from your face to your tits, licking the nipples and playing with them with his tongue. 

“B-ba-y ti-s too mewch” you whimpered but he only increased the speed of the strokes. “I-am gon-na c-um” you managed to moan out. “Hold it.” It was a simple demand but his tone was serious. “I can’t” you whimpered at the brutal thrust that hit you. “I know you can. I know you can princess” he said as he positioned himself so he could hit your g-spot. 

In the meantime he let go of your hands and one was holding your stomach down while the other gripped onto your waist. Your hands were all over him. Arms, back, biceps. Scratching him, holding on, you even bit his arm from the pleasure. He then pulled out and you screamed. Actually screamed at the emptiness. He moved your legs to the side so your pussy was on full display and your legs positioned to the side in a straight stretch. Thank god for the pilates you started doing years back.

He slammed into you again and both of you groaned at the pressure. At this point both of his hands were holding onto your waist. One of your legs was bent over the side of the couch for better support but even that didn’t help. You both were so loud, moaning, the skin slapping across the living room, hands on each other. You had no power left in you in the way he was dicking you down, literally, you flopped back and forth like you were some doll and could only take what he gave you. 

“Mingi I am comingggggg” you yelled because you could not hold it in. The pressure, the position his thrusts everything was just too much for you. In this position, fully exposed and stretched out he could hit your g-spot with no problem. You were holding onto him for dear life because if you didn’t you would probably end up hitting your head on the sofa. 

“Milk me” he exhaled and that did it for you. You shuddered all over him. Thighs shaking. Moaning his name like it was some kind of prayer. Your vision blurred for a second. He was still thrusting into you with a deadly pace reaching his own high. The moment he looked down at the way you creamed his dick he came. He whined so loud you could feel him vibrating. He still moved in you to ride out his high and then he plopped on top of you. Elbows at the side of your head. “Open” he said, creasing your bottom lip with his thumb. 

Too fucked out to think you opened your mouth and he spat saliva from his mouth to yours. You let it fall on your tongue and you closed your mouth to swallow. “Good girl” he whispered touching your lips again.

Oh how you wish this was the end. The moment his high ended he didn’t pull out or clean the mess between your legs. He grabbed you by your thighs and picked you up. He walked to the windows that showed the city's dark skyline and lights in the skyscrapers and pressed you against the windows. He removed his hands from your thighs knowing you would hold on from the tiredness and moved your hands so they would be pressed against the windows. 

“Look at you, all fucked out mhm. Imagine if we weren’t so high up. People would see my pretty little slut all fucked out on my dick. Taking me so well. Getting cockdrunk on my dick hmm. Would you like that? Would you like the idea of me fucking you into oblivion in front of all these people?” he teased, his hands holding your cheeks. Before you could respond he kissed your lips. You wanted to move your hands but he kept them pinned at your sides on the window. The only thing holding you onto him were your thighs wrapped around his torso.

His lips travelled to your ear. “Mhm how would you feel if the world knew you came here every other day getting yourself off your exs dick? Begging me to fuck you, to make that little body of yours tremble from pleasure?” he asked under your ear. You were too in the moment to register anything he was saying. 

“Mingi… I need you… so so so bad.” You said on his lips. He smirked. “Yes love, I know, I know you need me. You need my dick in that tight little hole.” he said and attached his lips to your jaw licking you up and down there. “I bet no man after me could fuck you the way I do. Couldn’t make you cum on his mouth. Couldn’t fuck you through the matress.” he exclaimed into your neck. You could only moan rubbing your pussy on his torso desperately. “Mhmm so needy today. One week without this dick made you lose your mind.” He said while licking your ear. 

You tried to leave his grip and touch him but he didn’t let you. “Hands on the window move them and I am pulling out.” You nodded and he took one hand off of yours and positioned his dick into you. The moment he entered he groaned at the tightness of you and you moaned rolling your head back on the window breathing quickly. “Too much” you moaned and he laughed at your remark “And you love it” he whispered to your lips. He then began fucking into you. He let go of your other hand to hold your legs up to him while the other hand was on your neck. 

You did not let go of the windows even if you wanted you couldn’t. He was pounding into you. Literally pounding so hard that you felt him in your stomach. You thank the gods the windows were thick because you bet your ass they would have been broken. 

As he was pounding into you he kept squeezing your neck giving you even more pleasure. His grip was strong but not that strong to cause you to pass out. His head was pushed back enjoying every inch of you while you were being pushed into the mirror by his body. If it wasn’t for the fact that he lived on the top floor your ass would have been on display for the entire city. 

“Mingi baby I am gonna come I am not even kidding” you managed to choke out in between the thrusts. He didn’t stop for a few more thrusts but then his hands dropped to your thighs that were around him and plopped you even more up and more stretched out. Your legs were resting on his forearms. “If you need to hold on to me, do it” you were thankful for his comment because your hands were slowly growing sore.

You were stretched out in front of him again. His dick stayed in you will he repositioned you. At this angle you were fully on display for him. And you did not mind one bit. Your hands grabbed him by the neck and you rolled your head to the side as he began thrusting again. This time slower making sure you felt him and he felt all of you. The slow and precise tempo made him look at you. “You are taking this dick so well baby” he groaned and lowered his head to your lips. You caught his bottom lip and at that moment he hit your g-spot which caused you to cry out in pleasure and bit his lip. He kept hitting that spot at a slow pace. “Mingi please… faster…”  you moaned into his mouth. He didn’t increase the speed he repositioned you again, dropping you low again and held onto you by your waist. 

You instinctively warped your legs around him and your heel was digging into his ass from the slow ass strokes he was giving you. His other hand dropped from your waist and moved to your clit to massage it. Side to side, up and down, in circles. This time you were gasping for air, you didn’t expect his fingers on your sensitive bud. 

“Mingi i am so c-lo-se” you whimpered. He didn’t respond. His entire focus was on your clit and on his dick moving in and out of you. You were holding onto him like your life depended on it. You knew you were about to combust only a few more strokes and you would come for the 3rd time. He felt you squeezing him around his dick which meant one thing. You were trying to hold in. He sped up. He was pounding into you again at ungodly speed. You let go of his head and held the window with one hand and the other was in his hair pulling it back. But he didn’t mind. He was chasing your high. 

You cried at the sensation and Mingi’s hand that was on your waist wiped that tear and your entire body was supported by only you holding onto him and the window behind you. "I am coming, i am coming, i am coming, i am coming” you panicked yelled and once again creamed over his dick. His tempo did not slow down he was still fucking right into you and all you could do was moan and yell at the feeling. You were trembling again in his embrace and all you could do was curse from the sensation. The orgasm hit you like a wave and it didn’t seem to stop. Mingi’s pounding was determined. That man did not want to stop. 

You did not even have the chance to calm down from your orgasm cause Mingi plopped you down on your wobbly legs. Thank fuck to him for holding you down by your waist because you would have fallen over from  the gloomy feeling and still shaky legs. He grabbed your waist and turned you around and bent you over the window. Your cheek was resting on the window. He grabbed your hands and pinned them down behind you with one hand while the other started to give you slaps. 

You didn’t even feel him pull out of you as he dropped you on the floor but his tone seemed pissed “Who the fuck let you come?” slap on the ass “Who the fuck told you you could cream on this dick?” another slap. You winced in pleasure or pain, you had no clue. “Who told you this dick was for cumming without my permission?” slap “Why such a dirty whore like you does not know the rules?” another slap. Gosh your ass would probably bruise from how hard he was slapping you but you were so into it. 

As your vision came back you realized there was a mirror right across from you. Mingi noticed you staring somewhere and he looked in that same direction. He smirked. He gave you another slap causing you to move forward and this time moan. “Mhmm my baby likes to look at herself while she’s full on fucked out? Well then let's show the mirror how it's done” he said in a low town and pushed right into you. You were still dazed from the orgasm you had 3 minutes ago but he was willing to give you one back to back since he himself hadn’t come yet. 

“Keep your eyes on the mirror. Dare to look away I will have no problem keeping you on the edge. And you know damm well since I haven’t come yet I will be nasty”. You only whimpered in response. He started to thrust into you causing your ass to jiggle on him. “Look at that… hmmm look at that ass moving on me like it belongs on my dick” “Y-yes y-ees Ming-i” you moaned while still looking at the mirror. He looked there too now, keeping eye contact through it. He was ruthless, groaning, whimpering and wincing at the feeling. You just felt right on him whether it was on the bottom or on top. He loved how you clenched around him, he loved knowing you were about to come. He loved torturing your body. 

And today seemed like the day he was gonna top you. Till now he didn’t let you top him. You could say you both were composed but the moment Mingi felt his dick in your pussy you knew he was not gonna hold back. Not when there was a week break. Some would think this was not a big amount of time for not having sex but for you and Mingi it was. You guys would link up every day for a fuck, sometimes each two days. When schedules got hectic you both would squeeze in a quickie in his car, in your company's bathroom or even at an alley.

He pounded into you so hard your head slowly started to hit the window. You weren’t yelling in pain more in pleasure but it did start to hurt. He felt it and saw it. Still keeping eye contact with your whiney self he pulled you up right, locked one hand under your arms and started fucking you like that. The hand that was on your waist moved up. From your stomach to your tits, slapping them in between, and moving to your neck to hold your head in place. 

“Look at you, so obedient today, such a slut. Hmmm you missed me? You missed me fucking this tight hole into oblivion?” He asked you. You nodded your head dropping your head lower. He stopped, with his dick halfway in your pussy, the hand that was holding onto your neck came up quickly and smacked your tit. “What did I say? Eyes on me baby.” He groaned and you immediately moved your head so you could see him. 

His hand returned to your throat and squeezed it more to make sure you didn’t move. He was close and so were you. Another orgasm was about to hit you. You were hazy from the other one, not quite ridden it out, I mean how could you, he already had you in another position. The hand that was on your throat moved down and he went again to touch your clit. This time he was pinning it with two fingers and you choked at the pressure. 

“Omg omg omg eughhhhhh…” you moaned and felt liquid down your legs again. When Mingi felt you squirting he came. So hard. He slammed into you and stayed there making sure you took all of his cum. He let go of your hands and you slammed them against the window. Gosh this was too much. Not only was there white cream coming out of you on his dick but also a bunch of liquid was dripping down your legs. All while Mingi was slowly moving in you, riding out your highs. He was groaning, you were moaning and the orgasm didn’t seem to end. 

Your face plopped on the window. You were breathing hard. Gosh back to back orgasms were so hard for you to ride out. You were about to slide down the window when Mingi quickly grabbed you and pulled your back to his chest. Both of you were sweaty and heavy breathing. 

Your head fell on his chest and he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You did good baby, you did so fucking good” he said stroking your messy hair behind your ear. He kissed your ear, the space under your ear and kissed you down your cheek and neck. 

You felt like passing out. Your vision was turning blurry. He didn’t pull out yet you could still feel him in you. You could have pulled out, he gave you the time to do that but you didn’t and that might have been a big mistake. 

Because he turned you around and caught your lips in a juicy kiss. While making out with you he picked you up and moved you guys to the couch. He sat down still in you and told you the thing that thought was gonna break you “ride me”. 

You tried to gather your senses and tell him you couldn’t but he gripped your throat and looked at you. His look wasn’t scary, it was screaming authority. And so you gathered the last of your strength to get up lightly and plop down on his dick. He leaned on the sofa still holding your throat so you would oblige and the other hand went toying with your tits. 

“Look at you such a good slut, even when you are fucked out you still listen so well?” He said while looking down at your skin slapping. You were taking him so well. His hand at your throat kept you stable but you couldn’t keep the whimpers and moans that were coming out of you. It was music to his ears. The way you whimpered when you hit that one spot the way you moaned when his hot and wet dick was sliding against your walls. He loved every second of it. Sex did not feel the same unless it was with you. 

Your legs were giving out, you plopped on him “baby i can’t anymore.. the… thighs… hmphh…” you managed to mumble. He squeezed your throat tighter to the point your eyes were rolling. You grabbed with both hands his hand that was on your throat and started moaning.

One hand on your hip he began to fuck you. Gosh you were about to come again for the 5th? 6th time? You lost count. What mattered was his dick destroying your walls. You were screaming at this point. One would think you were tortured. I mean you were by his dick. But Mingi didn’t stop. You slightly opened your eyes and saw pure raw determination. He was also on the edge, he was ready to combust in you again. “Ahhh-hhh baby you feel so good o-h my go-d” he whimpered, head rolling back. He moved his hand onto your ass to keep it bouncing on him.

You leaned into him, his hand still on your throat and your hands moved onto the sofa that was behind his shoulders. He was pounding into you like he was starved. He lost all control he had. His hand squeezed your throat even harder stopping the air from coming and then let go and repeated it a few times. You could swear you felt every vein on his dick. You looked down for a second and saw that his dick was hammering you so hard it was visible in your lower stomach.

You both were moaning and holding onto each other. You gave up on any strength and let him pound into you. The pleasure was too much for you both. Each thrust, each squeeze, each moan, each whimper was coming from dark places. 

You couldn’t keep it anymore. He hit you g-spot once and you came with a painfully loud moan. And as you did he also reached his high thrusting into you one last time and squeezing your neck once more. 

You collapsed on top of him. Your vision went black. He fucked you to your limit. Till you blacked out. 

Mingi didn’t pull out, he waited a few seconds for his high to calm down and looked down at you. He saw you laying down unresponsive. He didn’t panic. Not yet. He gently moved your head to the side so he could see you better. He saw your eyes were closed and you weren’t moving. He touched your pulse on your neck and released a sigh that he didn’t know he was holding in. 

It wasn’t the first time he fucked you out so bad you blacked out, during your relationship and this sick relationship you had, he did happen to do it more than a few times. The first time was scary. He thought he killed you but with more time he realized he pushed your limits and found ways to bring you back to him. 

He softly blew on your face to make sure he got any signs of life from you. “hey hey baby you with me?” he asked softly, creasing your back while the other hand was pushing the strands of hair behind your ear. You moved your head so gently if he didn’t look at you he wouldn’t know or feel it. “It's alright baby it's alright we went hard today” he said looking at you. 

You laid down like this for a while. You on top, him gently creasing your back while his dick was still in you. Moments like these didn’t feel like you broke up 2 years ago and had an unhealthy pattern of meeting up with each other every other day to fuck. He always took care of you when you were here or at your place. Dinner was either ready or he ordered something to eat, held you while you slept, bathed you while he was there. Maybe you worked well as fuck buddies but not as two people functioning in life as a couple. 

The 3 years together were amazing till you guys hit a wall. Constant arguments, late night work sessions, it all piled up and led to one big argument about who remembers what even about. You smashed a vase, he hit a wall so hard he left a hole there and after 30min you left. Never really talked about this with him. Then one day you bumped into him, at the cafe you guys had your first dates. To say you both were shocked wasn’t enough, the fact that you both still went there said a lot. 

The unspoken tension when you guys stared at each other and unspoken words weighed heavy between you two. Then 30min later you were at your apartment. In your room, he was pounding into you like you were everything to him. You still had no idea what led to that but it stayed with you. After a few of these meetings you both agreed you would regularly meet up for fuck sessions till one of you found somone.

You said that no one knows each other's bodies better than you so why the fuck would you try to find someone new when you had each other. 

You both agreed this isn’t a thing to save your relationship, just something to take the edge off the hard hours, and busy weeks.

And here you were 2 years later. In his apartment once again laying on his chest slowly coming to your senses while Mingi looked at you like you were his again. You opened your eyes slowly, looked around, saw the time, 2.34am. You had no clue when you started the fuck session. You looked at Mingi. It’s like he read your mind. He touched around the sofa and then leaned forward with you still on his lap, still cockwarming him and found his phone on the floor. 

He opened the food application and ordered 2 pizzas. You stared at him and what he was doing. He closed his phone and leaned in to kiss your lips, you kissed him back. This time the kiss was gentle. He didn't lick around your mouth, just glided his tongue with yours. He pulled away the saliva string being the only thing connecting you two.

“The pizzas gonna be here in 40 minutes lets get you washed up” he said gently touching your cheek. You nodded your head. You didn’t have enough energy to talk right now. 

He slowly pulled out of you after more than 30min and picked you up. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you to the bathroom that had a tub. He set you down on the black counter and prepared the bath. He pulled out your shampoo, bathwash and some sea salt. 

You watched in awe. Even though you were broken up he still remembered your favorite scents, comfort food and all the other small details. How your feet always got cold at night so he would either warm you with his or put socks on you in the middle of the night so you woke up warm. These small details made you think if you could re-enter a relationship with him but at the same time this felt nice. 

You didn’t need to worry about being late for dinner, there were no arguments between you two, you were just two unhealthy people functioning around each other. Maybe this was your destiny. 

As Mingi prepared the bath he took you from the counter top and gently placed you in it. He was about to turn back but you grabbed him by his wrist. You looked up at him. You were tired yeah but you didn’t want him to go. Not yet. He always turned to go and almost always you made him stay. Sometimes it ended in another round or just you washing each other. Others you were too swarmed in your thoughts to the point you didn’t even wanna see him. 

He looked down to you and knew what that look meant right away. He turned back to the counter and opened one drawer. He came back and set a packet of the slick cigarettes and a lighter that were your favorite. He got in the bath and you moved so he could sit behind you. When he sat down you leaned on his chest. He took the packet of cigarettes and pulled two. Gave you one while the other sat already in his mouth. 

He took the lighter and the flame flicked on. He first lit up your cigarette then his. You both took a puff and relaxed further into the bath. One hand was on your waist while yours was on his thigh under the water. You both just stayed like that slowly smoking in silence and in each other's presence. 

You turned to face him and he looked down. You gave his lips a quick peck and he returned it. You both stared at each other for a while. You didn’t need words, your eyes spoke enough. You both were thinking of the what ifs. What if it didn’t end up like this? What if this became your daily routine again? What if things turned out differently? What if we were meant to be in this toxic cycle not letting others in because we were too scared of losing each other? What if I never get to hold you again like this? What if the future holds us only as fuck baddies rather than two healthy adults in a happy relationship?

You both had no idea why you ended the way you did. And at that moment you didn’t want to face that. Like always. You both pushed these thoughts away rather than facing them. Because what you had now was sacred to you and you didn’t want to lose that the way you lost your relationship. So it was better to push it back, like you always did, and tell yourself you will bring it up another time. 

Mingi brought your hand up from under the water and held it to his face kissing it. He was gentle, so gentle. He crushed the cigarette in the tray he had on the big window that viewed the city and slowly started kissing your arm, shoulder, neck, jaw, cheek, ear, all while your hand was on his cheek and your head was tilting itself by his kisses. 

After the bath, that he washed you in, he toweled you down. From your hair to your body. He planted soft kisses on your skin and on your pussy. That led to god knows what orgasm later and moans on the edge of the bathtub. After he put on your favorite body lotion and held you tight by your waist and walked with you to his big closet. He helped you dress up. One of his sweats and a hoodie while he put on his boxers and another sweatpants. 

You guys didn’t talk. The silence didn’t feel heavy, it felt normal. It’s as if talking would break the spell. You guys were on the sofa on your phones, your legs intertwined when you heard the door ring. You got up, “I’ll get it” Mingi said but you were quicker “If I don't walk this soreness out by tomorrow I am not getting to the office in those heels” You pointed at the red Louboutins. Of course that he got you as a gift not a while ago. 

Ah yes the constant expensive gifts just like during your relationship. They weren’t a thank you for fucking me you both knew that. He still wanted to give you the world and this fuck up companionship didn’t help one bit. So as small gestures he gave you: jewellery, shoes, clothes, bags. I mean you couldn’t complain it was nice to have a new bag every other week. 

You walked down the dimly lit penthouse and opened the door. You saw the doorman. Roberto. He was kind and always smiley, offering you a small chit chat before work. He was the best part of your days back when you and Mingi were fighting nonstop. Though you haven't seen him for the past 2 years. He worked nights. You were either at your apartment with Mingi, fucking during the day elsewhere or you came here at 7pm and left at 7am. 

When he saw you his smile widened. “Hi Mrs Song, it's been so long since I have seen you” he exclaimed, all happy. The name he called didn't surprise you, last time Mingi and him talked he asked to call you Mrs Song because one day in the future you would be his Mrs Song. 

You smiled “Hi Roberto how are you?” you asked taking the pizzas from him. “Good, better now that I have seen you, I keep asking Mr Song why I haven’t been seeing you around. He just says you are very busy running that company, leaving early and coming late at night.” he says with the most innocent smile. You nod, keeping at the back of your head the fact that Mingi didn’t mention anything about the break-up to his doorman. It has been 2 years and nothing? Did he not tell others either? 

You pushed that thought away and chatted with Roberto. Mingi yelled from the couch because something was taking you too long, when you didn’t respond he stood up and saw you with his doorman. A beaming smile, you were relaxed, holding the pizzas in both of your hands leaning on the doorway. He leaned on the cupboard in the hallway, crossed his arms and just looked at you. In his apartment, in his clothes chatting with his doorman. 

“Oh Mr Song I didn't realise you were there” said Roberto averting his gaze to his right. You turned around and saw Mingi, leaning down staring at you like you were his entire world. That if you slip away he might not ever get you back. 

“Well I should be going. It was lovely seeing you here Mrs Song I hope I can see you around more often, see you around Mr Song” said Roberto and waved you both a goodbye. You closed the door and turned around. Mingi took the boxes from you and went to the kitchen island. You had so many thoughts running through your head you didn’t know where to start. 

He opened the box and you spoke “You didn’t tell him we broke up.” “You didn’t correct him when he called you Mrs Song.”

You both stared at each other in silence. And you both knew to let this go. The excuses were already bubbling in both of your heads. You sat down on the island while Mingi stood eating the pizza in silence here and there, you both exchanged a few words about your companies. 

He leaned in to clean a bit of sauce off your face with his finger and then passed you a tissue. You took it and thanked him. 

He cleaned up after you two and the clock struck 3.20am. The city's skyline slowly turned purple as you both sat at his big balcony in the cozy chairs. This time separated. You both were smoking when all of the sudden he asked you “Do you ever think we will fall out of this habit?” You looked at him, really looked at him, took a puff and responded “You know what Song Mingi. We are just like these cigarettes. Like this addiction. We itch to burn, to inhale each other and then, when it slowly burns out we fall into the rhythm of our daily life. Then when it gets tough or when we really need each other we take each other the way we are and repeat that cycle.” 

It was the first time in 2 years that you voiced any kind of thought about this thing. He just took a long look at you while you put the cigarette out. He didn’t say anything else. He stood up, walked up to you and offered you his hand. You took it and he pulled you up making sure you lean your weight on him since you were still sore. 

He walked you to his room. Like he always did. He closed the curtains as you made yourself comfortable at your side of the bed. Gosh that sounded pathetic. But you were too exhausted to think straight. You laid down as Mingi walked to his closet. He came out uncovered your legs from the warm comforter and put those damm socks on. He then got in bed with you and turned his chest to your back, leaving his hand loosely on your waist. 

You started sobbing, you had no clue what got into you but you started sobbing. He heard you and pulled you closer resting his head on top of yours while squeezing your waist. He let you cry in the quiet room, he didn’t speak, he only stroked your waist with his thumb and made sure his body was emitting the heat you badly needed. He didn’t judge. And you knew he would not say anything about this in the morning. 

You had no idea what time you went to sleep or how you fell asleep, all you heard was the alarm in your bag in his kitchen. So you slowly pulled him off of you and slipped out of bed. It was 7am. You could feel the tiredness, physically and mentally but a company will not run by itself. You washed up with the things he had left for every time you stayed. You didn’t bother changing or taking your clothes with you. You knew that next time they would be clean and nicely folded on a chair in his bedroom.

You called your driver to pick you up and drop you off at your house before going into work. You gathered your things and went into his room one more time. You saw him sleeping peacefully. Laying on his chest, his back scratched from your nails, he was breathing quietly. 

You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his back like you always did and you murmured a quiet “I love you” like you always did and left his place. 

Your driver was already waiting for you. You greeted the doorman that you always saw when you left Mingi's apartment and headed on about your day. 

What you didn’t know was that every time you left like this Mingi was always awake. At first he pretended to sleep to not face the consequences of his actions. He always heard you washing up, rustling about in the kitchen collecting your stuff, sometimes turning on the coffee machine and enjoying a morning cigarette on his balcony if there was enough time. 

He always felt you kiss him whether it was on his peck, on his forehead, his cheek, his lip or his back. And he always heard you whisper that sweet 8 letter word. At first he wanted to open his eyes and look at you while you said that, he was shocked, but he didn’t want to startle you. It was still so fresh. So he stayed quiet and it went on like this for 2 years. 

Okayyy exams are over so I go to writing got a few drafts not sure when I will finish them but I for sure wil. This one though was specifically written on request for my friend ;) so I hope you guys enjoy it because I lowkey feel it flopped.

Synopsis: San and Wooyoung meet at a club. It started with a lap dance to intense looks and then a blowjob that makes San re-think what he really wants. And at that moment he knows. He wants him to become his personal fuck doll to which Wooyoung agrees looking at his financial situation. It takes one day of being late to let San see through the situation and passionately put Wooyoung through his office sofa. Warnings: Choking, No Protection, Stripper Wooyoung, (kinda) Prostitution, Giving/Receiving Oral, Dom San, Bottom Wooyoung, Heavy Language, Blindfolded, Unprotected Sex, Language, Size kink Word count: 12k

As he got out rushing past the clear doors he looked quickly at the time. Shit he thought. He was late. He was NEVER late. He was either at his office's doors 5min early or on time. This never happened. The meeting at the club ran for longer than he thought explaining the new client policy. Talking about what you can or can not do but truly Wooyoung did not care about any of the information being passed through the walls of the small office of the owner. All he thought about was him. Him sitting down in that leather chair. In those tight pants. Leaning back tapping his finger on the long wooden table. 

Just the idea of him made his tip wet. He counted the seconds till the meeting was over but it kept being prolonged by stupid newbies and their questions forcing him to stay behind and listen to the bullshit.  The moment the meeting ended he rushed to his locker and gathered his things into the black designer bag. “You seem ready to get out of here,” one of his coworkers said in an amusing tone. “Got plans” he responded hurriedly packing everything. “You always have plans on a Wednesday night and you leave here with that stupid smirk that you give customers that give you an extra tip” his coworker told him. 

“We both know Wednesdays are the slowest days I would rather do something else” he slammed his locker and was heading towards the door. All he could hear was his coworker laughing and mentioning something about a mysterious girl. 

As Wooyoung rushed out he ran to the closest bus stop because the driver that usually dropped him off seemed to return after almost waiting for god knows how long for him. 

It’s like the universe wanted to punish him because the moment he got in the bus stopped due to traffic. His leg was bouncing nonstop in the seat. He knew there would be consequences this time worse than other times. He paid him hourly and there were ground rules, heck there was even a fucking contract signed that’s how crazy he was. 

Wooyoung knew, he knew tonight might change this into something good or bad. As he reached his stop he sprinted to the big building. Choi COO was plastered on the top of the building in neon light. He ran in scanning the “employee” card he got to ease the process of getting into the company without it looking suspicious. He looked at his phone again, 8.45. FUCK. He was SO late. Even a bad excuse could not excuse that. He pressed the button to the private elevator and stepped in the moment the door opened. He pressed the only button there and watched the numbers go up. 

He was stressed. Nervous. But at the same time excited. He had no clue into what he was stepping into, he was not ready but oh well he can’t back down now can he? The elevator dinged and the doors opened, he stepped out onto the dimly lit corridor. He walked forward and watched as the glass windows illuminated the city's night sky into the office. 

He then stopped. His hand on the door handle ready to open the door…

He was late. He was never late. He was always on time. Or even before when San was still working or on a phone call. He would let him enter and sit down on the sofa or bend over the wooden table touching him from behind. 

San was furious. He did not move ever since 8 o’clock struck. He was leaning back on his chair, one hand on the table, his fingers drumming it with every second that passed the other holding a glass of whiskey. He kept rolling his head in anger, jaw tight, tongue running across his mouth. 

For fucks sake, I hope nothing happened to him, he thought. This was unusual. The routine felt out of flow now. He thought of all the possibilities for not making him come. He backed out. He couldn't because he was getting paid well. Maybe he got sick of him. No, that was not a possibility every time Wooyoung left he was already planning the next date. Maybe something came up. He thought. 

His patience was wearing thin, the clock across from him was not helping either and no contact from him made him itch. He never texted Wooyoung, it was always him that initiated contact and San just went with his flow. It’s not like they were text buddies either.

He stood up from his chair, drank the remains of the whiskey and was about to leave the office when at exactly 8.55 Wooyoung walked into his office. Hair touseled, out of breath holding onto the door handle like if he let go it might fall apart. 

San let out a quiet sigh, one that he had no idea he was holding in and looked up at him. Arms stretched out on the table, his gaze screamed dominance and arrogance. Well if one had to run a whole company he needed to keep that facade at all cost. 

“You are late” he said staring deeply into his eyes then eyeing him up and down. He didn’t come dressed up like San asked him to. He was wearing a basic zip up hoodie and sweatpants. “I know and I am so fucking sorry the meeting at the club ran longer than I expected and-” he was about to finish his sentence when San raised his hand. He stopped talking and looked at him. 

“I pay you by the hour. If I say you are here by 8 o’clock sharp, you are here 8 o’clock sharp” his voice was stone cold. He could feel the tension building up in him. He saw his shoulders twitch in that tight ass slutty white shirt he wore. San moved to the front of his desk. He leaned back hands across his chest, head tilting to the side. 

“You know what happens when you break a rule?” he asked, still looking at him through that dark gaze. One would think he would kill you but Wooyoung knew better. He nodded his head and dropped his bag to the side. Gosh it would be a long night but there was something in Wooyoung that made him shiver at that thought. San was not gentle. He was in the end the CEO but there was something more to him that he couldn’t quite crack. 

They met for the first time at his club. He heard his regular was coming in with a very wealthy CEO that was known for spending over 10 thousands in one session. He wasn’t new to the industry but a newbie at the prestigious strip club. Wooyoung took that path when he turned 19. The situation at home was growing more difficult. Bills were piling up his older brother barely making anything from the warehouse job, his mom was working 3 jobs at once and his dad nowhere in sight. He stayed with his younger brother and took care of him. Helped around the house till he turned 19 and decided to look for a job to support his family. 

At first he wasn’t sure where to look but then he saw an advert saying they needed dancers. That was the one thing he knew how to do so he applied, not knowing what the future holds for him. When he found out he denied instantly he couldn’t do such a thing. He was not about to sell his body for a few bucks. After that he kept looking but no one responded or even acknowledged him. So he did what he had to do. He reached out to the owner and accepted that offer in the end. 

The beginning was hard. He didn’t know what to do or how to handle the stares, the comments, the touches. But after his first paycheck he warmed in on the idea. The four digit number on it looked absolutely fucking fantastic. And with that he started to love what he did. The customers loved him. He had a few of his regulars, was offered to do private dances for the elites and even became the house’s name as his owner laughed. He was their gem. His family was warm and fed, his brother could finally attend school field trips and his mom didn’t have to work 3 part time jobs to make sure they had food in their mouth. 

He didn’t tell his family what he did just said he got a good job offer at a luxurious club as an assistant and was to work overnight to keep the club running. They didn’t question it, they were proud of him. Oh… only if they knew. 

As the monthly paychecks grew bigger and bigger he decided to move into his own apartment, he let himself buy a few goods every other time. At the club he was respected. Everyone loved his special shows and most importantly his private dances. He had customers ranging from women to men of all ages. After sometime he was proud of the reputation he built and the luxury that came with this. Then one night everything changed. 

He was called in to do a private dance for his regular and a mysterious man. He went down the stairs of the private rooms. The hallway was red. He was wearing a meshcore shirt and a male thong. His ass on full display while it barely covered his dick and balls. He was wearing boots with a slight heel. He walked confidently. He knew he was about to do a hell of a fucking job that left him a tip that could let him not work for the next 3 months. 

He stood in front of the door. 333. He always danced there, the energy just felt different. He opened the door and was met with one of his regular customers some type of CEO of a company he gave two fucks about and next to him sat a very sexy male. He was manspreading, one hand on the back of the couch the other on his thigh. When he heard Wooyoung step in, his head turned to him. 

He started deeply at Wooyoung eye fucking him. At that moment San decided. That was his new toy. He was staring at him with so much lust and hungriness if it wasn’t for his friend next to him he would have pinned him down on that sofa and fucked him right there. San had no idea what possessed him but there was something in that look that pushed him towards Wooyoung. 

“Lovely to see you gentlemen” Wooyoung cooed and took off the meshtop, dropping it on Sans lap. “I see you brought a friend over” he said to his regular at which he laughed. San stayed composed. He didn’t move the meshtop that was on his thighs, his eyes eyeing Wooyoung. He walked over to them kneeling down in front of them. He grabbed each man’s thigh with one hand and started slowly stroking them. This is what he loved about these specific private dances, he could touch, they couldn’t. “Mhmm I see your friend here is quite mysterious.” He said his hands moving higher on their thighs. When his regular gasped at the sensation San stayed still. Wooyoung kept looking at him, he didn’t break eye contact and neither did San. “What’s your name, pretty boy?” he asked with an innocent face. “San”, that’s all he said, cold like a statue. “Quite a talker you are” Wooyoung responded and dragged his hand quickly over their crotches and stood up.  

He walked over to the pole, making sure his ass swayed to the side and began his routine. He slowly started stroking the pole, turning around on it, arching his back, touching his dick, dancing on it, next to it, climbing it all while holding eye contact with San. Something intrigued him in the stone cold man and the way he had no reaction to his hands or his body. He walked back to the men. First giving your regular a proper lap dance, teasing him while making sure his hands stayed behind his back. He stood on the sofa and buried his ass in his face, rubbed his dick and balls all over him. He loved these sessions, not only was he about to be paid but at the same time he could really show off his skills.

Wooyoung got off of his regular and was crawling slowly to San. Once it was San’s turn, he quickly turned his head to the man sitting next to him on the sofa and murmured “Out”. The man that just received the lap dance of his lifetime knew too damn well what to do and stood up quickly and left the room. At that moment Wooyoung knew that the man sitting in front of him had more authority than he thought. 

Wooyoung looked at him through his pretty eyelashes and blinked at him. San reached into the pocket of his jacket that he was wearing and pulled up 2 big cash bundles and set them down on the table in front of him. He leaned back and said “Right there is 20k, I know there is no cameras here, you get on your pretty knees and give me head in the you walk away from here 20k richer and with your mouth fucked out.” All Wooyoung could do was stare at him. Was that man crazy? 

“And best believe me that 20k is going right into your hands. I. Will. Make. Sure. Of. That” he said again with authority dripping from his voice. Was Wooyoung seriously considering this offer? Maybe. Was he going insane? Probably. He thought what the mysterious man could do to him, he thought of the 20k, he thought of the attractive guy asking him for a blowjob. 

So he got on his knees, unzipped Sans pants and let him fuck himself in his mouth. After San came in his mouth for the 3rd time he pulled his zipper up while looking at Wooyoung cleaning his mouth with his hand. He swiped over his mouth gathering his cum on his thumb and tapping Wooyoung’s mouth to open. He obliged and sucked off the remains of him. He took his finger out of his mouth and stood up, dragging Wooyoung by his arm. 

He took hold of his tiny arms and dragged him to the wall and slammed him onto it. Wooyoung’s head was still gloomy from the fact that the man pinning him to the wall came in his mouth more than once. 

He dragged his hand up to his throat and pinned him down, Wooyoung could only moan at the sensation. With his other hand, San cupped Wooyoung’s already hard cock, and looked him in the eyes. “Here is the deal I am willing to offer”, Wooyoung could only stare at the man that was spitting orders in his face, “You get paid 10k by hour, you come to my office every Wednesday night, 8 o”clock sharp, you let me use that pretty mouth of yours, and that slutty body of yours. You can keep working here or not but you will be getting paid by hour. You sign an NDA, a terms and conditions and what I can do to you and can not do to you. How does that sound?” San asked slowly, stroking his dick through the thin underwear he was wearing. Gosh Wooyoung could not think, his hand on his throat the other was edging him, he closed his eyes in pleasure. 

San’s hold on his throat tightened and he slammed his head slightly back on the wall taking the hand that was massaging his cock back. Wooyoung whimpered at the sensation he was feeling but looked at San. “I didn’t hear an answer,” San said, voice sharp. Wooyoung thought about it for a second. 10k per hour, this time he is offering his body to a mysterious yet a sexy man that was so cold and so mean? He thought of all the bad stuff that could happen but looked at San’s eyes. There was something more to this behaviour he couldn’t crack now and probably won’t in the future but the offer did sound delicious. 

Though he worked as a stripper his sex life was boring. And finding a man that could satisfy his needs wasn’t easy, his hand wasn’t enough. He then thought about the 10k. Yes he would basically act like a prostitute, well San’s prostitute, but he could set up a safe trust fund for his baby brother, buy a house for his mom, a car for his older brother. 

So Wooyoung nodded, agreeing to the idea. “Use your fucking words” San murmured cutting the air from flowing entering into his body. “Yes…” “Yes what?” “Yes I agree…” He whispered and San nodded letting him go. He pushed him back enough for him to lightly bang his head on the wall. He was dizzy and turned on. He knew he would leave for the bathroom and spend a good 15min there. 

Before San left the private dance room he took out a 100$ and shoved it into his cock, at which Wooyoung whined. God his hand was so big, so warm, one move and he would be grinding over it but he knew San wouldn’t let him, oh now he knew, so he kept still for his own sake. “Always wear a thong like this” San whispered into his ear moving his hand in slow circles causing Wooyoung to bite his lip. “And keep that pretty hair color on, it suits your pretty face my diamond” and with that San took his hand out of his thong and left. 

Wooyoung had to pull himself together after all that. He sat down on the sofa. Moved his thong and started to stroke himself right there. He didn’t care that the security could probably walk in and see him because he was hot and bothered. 

This brought him to the present day, 2 years later. The ritual was still going on as Wooyoung stood in his office. San didn’t move. Neither did he. The tension stretched between the two. “Strip. Now” San growled while looking him up and down. And Wooyoung obliged. He slowly unzipped his hoodie revealing a white tank top. He moved down to his sweatpants and stripped out of those too. San was smirking. Oh he loved the view in front of him. He took off the tank top and as Wooyoung was about to strip his pink thong, San's hand raised up. “Nuh-uh, that stays on” he smiled at him. 

San moved his hand below the desk and pressed a button. The floor to ceiling shelf filled with awards started to move, it turned around and it started to reveal the big floor to ceiling mirror. Oh Wooyoung knew San had it installed after their first session when San took him from the back and made him stare at his reflection in the windows. 

When the shelf, well now mirror stilled San moved from his desk to the sofa that was right across the mirror. He sat down, opened the whiskey next to him, poured it down and took a sip. “Right here, right now, give me a lap dance” he ordered. His tone was cold but he could see desire in his eyes. Not just any desire it was a dark lust. And so Wooyoung got to work. He moved slowly towards him, swaying his hips making sure his hands were touching him. He moved his hands up to his oreo colored hair and dragged through them. As he was moving closer to San his hands were moving down to touch his clothed dick. The pink thong he was wearing covered just his dick and pretty much left his ass on display which made him turn around and sway it side to side. 

He then stood in front of San, hands on his thighs moving them just a tiny bit above his dick. He then spread his legs, moved his hands to the ground and started to shake his ass in front of San. Those private shows were really what did it for San. He loved watching his favorite toy dance just for him. 

Sans free hand went up to grip and mend his ass. He tilted his head to the side and started to spank it lightly. Wooyoung was about to stand up but San moved his back down again. “Do not move.” he quickly groaned and got back to touching his ass. Wooyoung long forgot about the dance, his sole focus was San’s hand that was kneading his ass and playing with his thong. He gasped at San’s finger that was moving along the line of his panties. His finger moved lower and lower till it reached his balls. “Mhmmm” Wooyoung moaned lightly. “Look at you… my pretty diamond is already so needy for daddy’s big dick yeah?” Wooyoung only moaned into the floor and right after that he felt a sharp slap on his left ass cheek. “I asked you a fucking question and I deserve an answer” San said voice full of anger. 

“Yes daddy…” Wooyoung gasped because the hand that was on his panties was massaging his balls now. Oh the sensation felt so good. San’s hand palming his balls, squeezing them. Oh he felt euphoria. “Good now, count.” San commanded and a spank landed on his right cheek. Wooyoung moaned, loudly. “I FUCKING SAID COUNT” San yelled and another sharp slap was sent on his left ass cheek. “Tw-o” Wooyoung managed to exhale. “Good boy” San leaned in and kissed the ass cheek he just slapped. 

San kept going and going. Wooyoung counted to 12 when it was too much and he couldn’t do it anymore. San only laughed at him and spanked even harder. He told him to start again. “Come on diamond, I know you can do it. To get daddy’s dick you need to earn it and I know that pretty ass of yours can endure a few spanks, so from the top COUNT.” San smirked and looked at the mirror for the first time. Here he was. A man spread in front of him, ass on display. He could see Wooyoung’s red face that was facing the floor taking in the slaps. So he started from the top and Wooyoung counted. 

San’s thighs were spread on the sofa while his back was leaned back. At some point during the slaps he gave them to Wooyoung mindlessly. He leaned his head back looking at the ceiling as he heard numbers being mumbled into the floor. He was in ecstasy. Gosh he loved those Wednesday nights when he could use his diamond's pretty body.

He took a sip of his whiskey and smiled into the glass. As he heard Wooyoung's shaky breath quietly yell 20 he stopped. He massaged one ass cheek then another and he leaned in to give him kisses in the places that his hand made contact with the delicate skin. 

Wooyoung was moaning quietly at San’s mouth leaving wet open kisses on his ass. He felt San pull away and whined. “Do not worry, jewel we’ve got an entire night ahead of us.”He said looking at the mirror and then he moved the hand that was holding the whiskey up. He tilted the glass cup and poured the rest of the liquid on Wooyoung's ass. Wooyoung clenched his ass cheeks together shivering at the liquid being poured on him. San lightly tapped his ass and said “Up princess” and Wooyoung moved from his hands and stood up. 

San looked up at him and smiled at him. “Look at you… already flushed and tired and we barely even started”. Wooyoung could only stare at the deep dark eyes that were staring into his soul. San pulled him closer by his thong gripping the part that was holding his already hard dick. As Wooyoung moved he almost tumbled onto San but the man moved his hands to the sides so he would be caged by Wooyoung “Mhmm first time you see me under you huh. Don’t get used to it. Strip me and get to work my diamond,” San smirked and moved his hands that were on Wooyoung's arms to stretch them out on the sides of the sofa. 

Wooyoung got to work and slowly took his tie out. He was about to throw it down on the floor but San stopped him. “Mhmm we might need that for later baby” he said and took the tie from his hands and left it on the side. Wooyoung’s hands moved to his suit jacket and he took off the expensive suit, his hands then started to unbutton his crisp white shirt. San was not moving, he watched him with intensity, like he was a glass doll that was about to break. 

San might have been a top but during intimate moments like this he was yearning for him. Like crazy yearning. As Wooyoung finished unbuttoning his shirt he licked his lips at San’s physique. God the man looked like a Greek God. His abs were visible and his biceps could crush him in half. As he was about to move the shirt off of San’s arms he stopped him by grabbing his jaw with one hand. “This stays on till I want it off now suck me off or you will get fucked till you pass out.” he growled and kissed his cheek lightly. 

Wooyoung got on his knees in between San’s thighs and started to palm him through his pants. The older male sighed in satisfaction. Wooyoung kissed his clothed dick and moved slowly up all while maintaining eye contact with San. He moved the buttons of his slacks and San lightly lifted his hips so he could move his underwear down just to free his cock. 

Gosh Wooyoung loved this sight. Even though San was rough and cold he loved the fact that he made his cock so hard. He slowly started to stroke him from the bottom to the glistening tip with precum. San only watched. He watched his puppet play with him. Wooyoung’s other hand started to crease his balls. He took the hand that was creasing his balls and spat on it moving it to his cock. Wooyoung had to prep San’s cock to fit it into his mouth because it was huge.  

San only smiled at the gesture and took Wooyoung oreo looking hair into his hand. He gripped him hard because Wooyoung yelped in pain. “I said suck not play with it like a toy” San growled in anger and moved his head onto his cock. He squeezed him till the bottom of it. Gosh Wooyoung had to hold in the gag because it was touching the back of his throat meanwhile San was sighing in pleasure. He took it all in all of San’s dick while San was grunting lost in the sensation. As Wooyoung got used to the size he started to move on his own and San took his hand and put it where it was before, on the sofa. San looked at the reflection in the mirror. His head was leaned back, thighs fully spread and in between them a pretty boy was sucking his soul. Gosh if this is how heaven feels he’s taking Wooyoung with him.

Wooyoung on the other hand moved his hands so they could be on San’s still clothed thighs for support. He lightly lifted himself so he could bop his head on San’s thick cock. San moaned at the feeling. He knew that Wooyoung knew all the tricks to suck him dry and he loved it, he loved his pretty mouth on his dick. “That’s it baby… just like that do not stop now” San moaned and that only made Wooyoung pick up his tempo. He moved his hand to the base of his cock to stroke him while he sucked his tip. 

He knew San was about to cum and- and his head was pulled away from his cock. San’s strong hand was gripping his head and aggressively moved it from his cock and tilted it to the side by his hair. “Not yet diamond, if I am gonna cum I might as well do it in your hole.” San warned and pushed Wooyoung so he tumbled on his hands. 

San stood up and took his shirt off and left it on the sofa. Then his hands pulled his pants and boxers down leaving him naked. Wooyoung looked up at San and he could only smirk “Does my pretty baby like what he sees?” San said, kneeling down to be eye level with Wooyoung and creased his cheek. Wooyoung nodded at that and immediately felt a cold slap across his face “¿Qué te decía, cabrón? Usa sus palabras.” San exclaimed in Spanish and god did that turn Wooyoung even more oh. He sometimes forgot that the man in front of him was half Spanish and he only let it slip when he was pissed off or almost coming. 

“Yes I like what I see” Wooyoung swallowed hard and looked at San. “Eso me gusta, now stand up baby hands on the desk spread eagle” San exclaimed and as if on order Wooyoung stood up. He moved back to San’s desk planting his hands on the oak, arched his back and spread his legs. San was moving right behind him. 

“Now mi amor I am going to use that little body to the point the entire office will smell of you. You will beg me to stop fucking you” He said his head hovering near his neck, With each word he was prepping open mouth kisses on his cheek, jaw, ear, neck and collarbone. His other hand was slowly playing with Wooyoung’s hole prepping him. 

“I am going to fuck you so hard the entire city will know who you belong to. I will make sure every man you dance for will see that you belong to me: San said, biting and nibbling at Wooyoung’s spine which only sent more chills to his dick. San opened a drawer and he pulled out a condom. He ripped it with his mouth and slowly rolled it on himself. He then pulled out a lube and squeezed it onto Wooyoung’s ass. He squirmed and San looked at the mirror. “Ay pero cómo lo podía olvidar” he murmured to himself, “Stay” he told Wooyoung and slapped his ass, he went back to the sofa to grab the tie that was on the soft leather. 

He took it and came back. He took the tie and put it over Wooyoung’s eyes. “To watch you have to earn. So be a good slut and maybe daddy will let you watch yourself fuck on my cock” He tied it carefully making sure his eyes were covered and he went back to squeezing the lube and massaging it first on Wooyoung’s ass cheeks. He sighed and slightly jolted at the sensation. 

San then took the pink pantie line and pulled it up to the point Wooyoung’s dick was being pulled up and he moaned at that. “Tell me jewel, why do you always react like this to my touch” San asked and Wooyoung could only murmur “because I know daddy will take good care of me.” At that San smiled and ripped the pink panties with both of his hands and let his cock free. “Gosh you are so pretty for me, cock begging me to touch it, your hole twitching at my fingers.” San laughed and moved his middle finger to Wooyoung's hole. His cold and wet finger made him shiver and he whimpered.

He then moved that same hand lower and made sure to stroke Wooyoung's dick. He moved his hand slowly making sure to pull his warm tip and squeeze it making Wooyoung tremble forward. He couldn’t see but he could feel. The way San was touching him, his dick twitching anytime Wooyoung moved at his touch. This was such a turn on for Wooyoung. 

San reached again for the lube and slowly squeezed more on his fingers which he then moved to Wooyoung’s hole making sure to touch it and slowly pull his fingers in and stretch it. “Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you… mhmm” San moaned into Wooyoung’s neck which caused a hot moan to spill out of his mouth. He moved his fingers slowly even more deep, making sure to lightly graze that one spot that made Wooyoung moan and bite his lip. “Mhmm I can feel you getting hotter… be a good boy and wait for my cock” San said and grazed his teeth on Wooyoung’s ear. 

The tie over his eyes was like a barrier between them. He could feel him but not being able to see San’s face was pure torture because he knew foreplay before sex was his thing. San’s fingers moved into Wooyoung at a slow tempo and he made sure he was ready for his cock. His fingers stopped and started grazing his g-spot which only made Wooyoung whine and move up from the table to feel San. “Did I say you could move?” He asked and slammed his head on the desk pressing it down to the side. He pulled his fingers out and stretched his hole one more time before slamming his cock deep into Wooyoung. “Aaaahhh” Wooyoung yelped at the feeling of his ass being filled with San. “Mhm so tight for me, you know daddy likes it” San said and stroked one of Wooyoung’s hair locks that was covering his forehead. 

San started to pound into him moving the whole desk with him. Gosh the sensation felt so good. His one hand was on his ass making sure it stays perked up on the desk while the other arm was pressing his neck down on the desk causing Wooyoung to mumble a bunch of curse words and moans. San was staring at himself in the mirror. He saw himself pounding in and out of the man below him and then he looked down with one eyebrow raised. He saw the way Wooyoung was moving with each thrust, any time a slap would land on his ass he would yell out at the feeling. 

San couldn’t hold it anymore and started to whimper “So-ooo go-o-od, you're… taking my cock so well baby” he lowered himself so he could whisper into his ear. Wooyoung’s hands gripped each end of the table. He was a moaning and whining mess. San’s tempo picked up smashing himself into the younger man hitting just the right spot. “I-I-’m so clo-s-ee” Wooyoung managed to whisper, gripping the table for dear life. “Not. yet.” San ordered and he quickly removed the tie from Wooyoung’s eyes and grabbed his hands and hooked them under his arms pulling him up so he could be facing the mirror. “Look at you… all sweaty, drunk on my cock.” “Why” thrust “would” thrust “I” thrust “let” thrust “you” thrust “come” thrust “yet” he said in between pounding into Wooyoung and fully pulled out. 

Wooyoung yelled. Like literally yelled because he was about to come, one more thrust and he would crumble into San’s hands. San only laughed and slapped his cock. “If I am gonna make you cum you gotta work for it you know the rules jewel.” He said and tightly gripped his hands. Wooyoung didn’t even realize he was being moved to the front of the sofa and bent over it because San was treating him like his own rag doll and he was still mourning what could have been his first orgasm.

San bent him over the sofa, his hands still gripped under Wooyoung’s biceps keeping him still he licked the back of his neck, the side of it then moved his tongue circling it around his ear and then he whispered “The moment I see you look away from the mirror I am denying you the release you so badly need and we are starting from the top”. His cock was already teasing his hole and Wooyoung moved just a bit closer to feel it near his ass. He didn’t even realize that the hand that was squeezing his ass moved to his face and slapped him on one cheek. “I didn’t say you could move” and Wooyoung mumbled curse words under his breath which caused him another slap on his other cheek. “Answer you dirty whore” San said and pulled his hair so his face would be laying on his collarbones. “Ye-s” he managed to say but that didn’t satisfy San. “Yes what, full sentences you slut” “Yes I will..” San’s dick positioned himself at Wooyoung's hole. “... stare at the mirror”

And with that last comment San pounded into Wooyoung moving the entire sofa with his weight. Wooyoung moaned so loud he could bet if there were people outside they would hear it even at the lowest floor. He really wanted to roll his eyes but he knew if he took his eyes off of San’s face in the mirror he wouldn’t be able to cum the way he needed. He tried his best to not move his head but the feeling of San’s dick destroying his hole was just too much. 

San wasn’t gentle he made sure to grip both of his hands in a tight grip behind Wooyoung’s back while his other hand was holding the back of his neck positioning him in a way he would be hitting that one spot non stop. “Gosh mi amor” San whimpered, “You feel so fucking good, ass bouncing on this cock, that tight hole being filled with me… ughhh” he groaned looking at the mirror. Both males stared at each other in the mirror. They looked fucked out and high on pleasure. San’s hand moved down to grab Wooyoung’s dick and slowly started to stroke him. “Sa-an-ah” Wooyoung moaned into the air. San was so lost in pleasure he didn’t realise he took his eyes off of the mirror and moved his head up. “I know diamond. I know”. He said looking down to where the two men were connected. 

San picked up his pace and started to thrust even harder moaning out Wooyoung’s name in the process while Wooyoung couldn’t speak, only moans and whimpers were coming from his mouth as he was being fucked into. San’s grip also let go of his arms so Wooyoung gripped the sofa so hard because he knew if he let go he would fall over. This was too much, San’s hand stroking him, his cock pounding into him he couldn’t take it anymore but he knew he couldn’t come yet. San didn’t let him yet. “Look at you,” San said, grabbing Wooyoung’s head that was hanging off of the sofa with his hand. He grabbed his hair and pulled it up so the other man could look at the view in front of him.

And there he was bent over the sofa with San behind him fucking deep into his soul. He couldn’t see the hand that was stroking his dick but he did feel it. He also saw San. He was whimpering while looking down at his cock thrusting into Wooyoung’s hole eyebrows scrunched together. San leaned down to Wooyoung “Let god baby, let go” he groaned into his ear and that did it for Wooyoung. He could feel the white, slick liquid go down on San’s hand and he moaned one thing “SAN”. His head fell onto the sofa as he breathed in and out quickly. Gosh the release felt so good. San smiled and with a few more thrust came in Wooyoung groaning loudly burying himself into the other man. He didn’t pull out yet, he still thrusted into him riding out his high and Wooyoung squirmed at his touch. He felt so sensitive and he was still riding his orgasm out. 

San chuckled and leaned down pressing a soft kiss on Wooyoung’s back. “Mhmm we are not done baby” he said and pulled out causing Wooyoung to whine at the loss of contact. He took off the condom and threw it somewhere to the side and quickly grabbed Wooyoung by his legs, throwing him over the couch so he could land on his stomach. He circled around the couch to him and slowly started to move his middle finger from his hair down his neck, back and to his ass. He circled his hole which made Wooyoung moan quietly “Since my jewel is still so needy we will make sure I stuff his hole full tonight” San smiled and smacked Wooyoung’s ass which caused him to arch his back. 

San only smiled at that. He looked again at the mirror and moved his hands to Wooyoung’s waist and pulled his hips up so he could be arched up. His other hand went down and shoved his head into soft pillows “Keep that there”, he commanded and Wooyoung nodded quickly. God he didn’t even ride out his first orgasm and San was ready up for another round. 

San positioned himself into Wooyoung and thrusted his entire cock into him then pulled out. “owwwwww” Wooyoung moaned into the pillow and at that all San could do was smirk. He was looking only in the mirror and he loved what he saw. The view of Wooyoung being on his knees with his ass up for him made his dick even harder. He shoved Wooyoung’s face so it could also face the big mirror. “Look at you” he said, thrusting into the man and this time now moving. “All fucked out and we haven’t even started” he groaned. At that moment all Wooyoung could do was moan San’s name. It was rolling off of his tongue like a prayer. “Now baby, I will keep that pretty hole of yours warm and stretched while you count” “Count?” Wooyoung managed to mumble and then a sharp smack was heard. Oh this was not like before this time San was on a mission to cause the most pain he could. 

“Mhmm what did you say mi amor?” “O-ne” Wooyoung managed to say in between the breaths. San’s hand came up to smack him again this time the other cheek. And the cycle continued on. When Wooyoung didn’t manage to moan out the number or lost the count San kept pulling his dick out bit by bit which caused even more pleasure than pain from the smacks. “Keep fucking up the counts and you will be dickless in a second you disgusting whore” San said as he smacked him while the other hand was holding his hips were still arched up. 

This was all too much for Wooyoung. San’s dick in him, the loud smacks on his ass that turned more into pleasure than pain. He got to 30 and San stayed still. He brushed the hair that fell over his sweaty forehead and licked his ear. “You are taking me so well today my little dirty slut.” At that Wooyoung moaned into the sofa. San took that as his cue and started to thrust into him again. Wooyoung let out a sharp whine and held onto the arms of the sofa. The pleasure was too much. San was brutal. What you could hear in the office was the sound of skin slapping, Wooyoung’s loud moans and San groaning. 

San was gripping Wooyoung’s hair pushing him deeper into the sofa if it was even possible while the other hand was kneading Wooyoung’s bouncing ass on his dick. “You never felt this good on my cock” San whimpered in pleasure, moving his head back. Wooyoung loved seeing the older male like this, lost in the high, his dick going in and out of him. He lightly moved his eyes to him in the mirror and smiled to himself. San’s toned body was covered in sweat, head pushed back and soft whimpers were coming out of him. As much as he loved dom San there were moments like these that San fully let go which made the butterflies in Wooyoung’s stomach flutter. 

San saw the male looking at him, he smiled and stopped moving. “You like what you see, mhm? You love seeing my dick in you while I fuck you into oblivion?” He asked and Wooyoung responded with a loud moan which was also caused by the lack of movement in him. San repositioned himself. One knee on the sofa while he moved his leg so his foot was standing on the sofa. He moved Wooyoung’s ass even more up to the point his feet were above the sofa. San grabbed him by the back of his thighs and started thrusting into him again. “FUCK SAN” Wooyoung yelled which only made San laugh. “Yea that’s what I thought. Can’t let my dirty whore get too comfortable” he said and started pounding into him at an insane pace. “Fuck, San-ah!!!” At this point he wasn’t moaning but full on yelling into the sofa. He moved his head down and bit down on the leather.

San grabbed him by his neck and squeezed him. “Baby that leather is expensive, we do not want to ruin it hm.” he said and made sure to slow his thrusts. They became more sloppy and more precise. San’s dick was stroking his g-spot with each slow thrust. “San.. I am gonna.. ugh I am gonna-” “Yea yea yea” San responded and pushed his head back down into the sofa. This time the slow and sensual thrusts turned into a punishing fast pace which made Wooyoung moan. He was moaning, yelling, gripping onto the arms of the sofa to the point his throat hurt. “San I can’t hold it” he said in a loud moan but San’s sole focus now was his wet dick pushing in and out. One hand moved from his thigh and he gently started to tease Wooyoung’s dick that was moving between the thrusts. 

With that Wooyoung combusted. He swore he saw stars. The orgasm hit him harder than he expected. He moaned out “CHOI SAN” loud enough the city could hear him. But San didn’t stop. While Wooyoung was trying to calm down from the high that hit him he looked quickly at the reflection in the mirror. It’s like calling out San’s full government name turned something dark in him. He knew he hadn’t come yet but he knew he was close. 

San pulled out which made Wooyoung gasp and turned him around. He positioned himself between his entrance and moved Wooyoung’s legs to the side stretching them out. He then positioned his elbows by each side of Wooyoung’s head keeping him in a mating press and he slammed into him. Wooyoung was still dizzy from his previous orgasm; he didn't realise San was about to give him one back to back. “Oh, San-ah” he could only mumble. He moved his hands to his shoulders holding on for the dear life of him. He was thrusting hard and deep into him. His tempo didn’t stop. To say Choi San had stamina wasn’t enough he could go on for hours. He caught Wooyoung’s lips when he saw them open and started whining into his mouth “So good taking daddy’s dick so good FUCK” he groaned. Oh Wooyoung was gone. He could only moan. His dick was hitting every.part.of.him. San was moaning into his mouth. He was so deep. Every thrust made his cock twitch in him. 

Wooyoung didn’t know what to hold on so he started to grip onto San’s shoulders then moved lower to his back scratching his back. He was pretty sure he felt blood on his fingers from the marks he left but at that moment he didn’t care the pleasure was just too much. San was going so hard. His mouth was still pressed onto Wooyoung’s and both of the men were moaning and whining into one another. “SAN I CAN’T-” “YES YOU CAN” he groaned and rose from his elbows. He stopped for a second which only made Wooyoung cry out in pain. 

He took both of Wooyoung's legs and moved them onto his shoulders. The new position made Wooyoung moan and grab on to the pillows and the armrest of the sofa. If before hand he was deep now he was deeper in him. San held onto Wooyoung's legs and started to move into him while kissing his legs. “You take daddy’s dick so well” he moaned into his legs and Wooyoung smiled “Mhmm keep it up daddy”. The moment he said that something shifted in San. Wooyoung knew that if he became bratty he could either get fucked into the floor or not fucked at all. At this moment San’s eyes turned black. And he let go of his legs and let them rest on his shoulders. One hand held onto the armrest while the other moved down to where his dick was soaking and very slowly added a finger into Wooyoung’s hole. “Someone feels fucking bratty. Let me fucking show you how papi is gonna fuck you” And so he took his finger and he added it in his hole and moved it deeper to his g-spot. His cock started moving at an insane pace and Wooyoung was screaming for mercy. He was holding on to his own legs because he felt them tremble slowly. “First you provoke, now you yell it’s too much. We don’t pick and choose here princess” He smiled and kept the tempo of his thrusts. 

Wooyoung didn’t know what the fuck was going on but it felt so good. He was lost in pleasure, his one hand moved so it was gripping onto the armrest behind him while the other was holding his right leg to stop it from trembling. “SAN-AH I SWEAR I WILL COME ANYTIME SOON” he managed to yell this time. He was moaning so loud now, his moans were mixed with San’s groans. When he heard him, San's finger started to lightly graze his finger on the g-spot while his dick was still moving in and out of him and Wooyoung combusted, once again on San’s dick.

 “SAN FUCK” he moaned into his hand but San didn’t stop he was chasing his own high now. He kept thrusting into him at an evil pace which made Wooyoung cry out. He wasn’t letting him ride out his high; he was solely focusing on letting loose for himself. “Papi pleaseeeee” Wooyoung whimpered and squirmed underneath him and with that San came. Hard. Groaning and moaning out Wooyoung’s name. He looked down and saw the white cream on his dick. Oh and Wooyoung didn’t only cum back to back he came third time with San. 

He rode out both of the men's highs and harshly dropped Wooyoung’s legs that were still on his shoulders to the side. He dropped on top of Wooyoung and kissed him deeply. Their tongues fighting to lick every part of their mouths. San didn’t pull out just yet. He felt Wooyoung’s hole clench around him. 

They were both lost in the heated make out session. San grabbed Wooyoung lightly by his neck, angling it to the side. His mouth left Wooyoung’s which made him whine from the lack of closeness to which San responded with his pointer finger moving to Wooyoung’s lips. His hand was big enough to hold onto his neck and keep his fingers on his mouth. 

His mouth moved down to his cheek, behind his ear, his jaw and his neck. He was leaving slow and wet kisses on the man’s skin. “Suck” he commanded and Wooyoung took his pointer finger that was on his mouth and started to lick it with his tongue. San was leaving bite marks on the man’s shoulders, collarbones and neck “This one is for your clients to see who fucks you so well, this one is for being a good boy for me” he whispered into his skin. Wooyoung only rolled his eyes and kept sucking his finger. 

San slowly pulled off of Wooyoung with each hickey being left and as he got lower he kept leaving darker marks. The moment he was above his pubic bone. He looked at him with that damn yearning look and Wooyoung only moaned which gave San the green light. He moved lower and started to lick Wooyoung’s tip. He made sure he slurped all of the previous releases and Wooyoung squirmed. San placed one hand on his stomach to keep him down which only caused Wooyoung to moan again. He moved further down on his dick and this time Wooyoung’s hips arched up. San let go of his dick and looked at him “If you keep moving I will make sure you will leave here dry and needy” he said in a calm voice as if the scary CEO San fully disappeared. 

Wooyoung nodded and tried to relax so his body would cooperate with him instead of betraying him anytime San’s mouth went down on his cock. San started to circle his dick at the tip first he then went further down pressing soft kisses on his already hard dick. Wooyoung tried to not squirm in his grip and thank god for the hand on his stomach or else he would not stop squirming. San looked up and saw something so beautiful. Wooyoung, laid out on the sofa in front of him, his hands grabbing on for dear life of him onto the hand that was pressing down on his stomach. San smiled more to himself and played with Wooyoung’s balls.

Touching them, squeezing them and massaging them. Wooyoung was whining quietly, his one hand moved to his forehead. San’s mouth took in one of his balls and he started sucking on them while his free hand played with the other, he then treated the other one with the same care. Gosh Wooyoung was trembling in his grip. “San… please "”Please what?” he pulled away from his dick looking up at him. “Please.suckmeoff” he quickly moaned and as if on cue San’s mouth moved to his dick. He first took his full length into his mouth. Wooyoung’s dick wasn’t too big or too small, it was perfect and it fit perfectly in San’s mouth. 

He slowly started bop his head up and down. Slow gagging was heard from San because he was taking him deep. His free hand went down and massaged his balls, squeezing them hard, causing Wooyoung to yelp in pain. San moved on his dick thrusting it into his mouth. The hand that was holding him down was pressing him onto the sofa making sure he stayed still while Wooyoung’s hands moved to San's hair gripping it. “Fuck daddy” Wooyoung moaned “You are fucking… incredible” he moaned into the air and he could feel San smiling against his cock. 

The hand that was playing with his balls moved down to his asshole and he entered one finger at first moving it at a slow pace. He detached himself from his cock and said “touch yourself” and went down on Wooyoung again. Wooyoung’s one hand moved to his nipples playing with one then another, he knew if he let go of the other hand, that was on top of San’s head he would not be able to stay still. 

San’s mouth then concentrated on his tip he made sure to swirl it with his tongue suck on it and lick it. His finger was moving in and out of Wooyoung and he decided to add his ring finger. He could feel not only his fingers but the cold silver bands touching the inside of him. He began bopping his head even faster on his dick and he picked up the momentum on his fingers. “Fuck daddy I'm gonna cum sooo badddd” Wooyoung managed to moan out. Fuck San was giving him such a good head he couldn’t hold it anymore he felt his orgasm building up. 

“Mhmm” San only hummed on his dick and the vibration caused Wooyoung to clench around him and San knew that any moment he would come so he did what always made the man above him come. He took his full length in and started to move his head quickly side to side. “FUCK AGH-” Wooyoung yelled and the juices spilled out of him into San’s mouth. San slowly and deliberately licked his release while he was squirming under San’s touch. Fuck he lost count the amount of times he came but this felt so good. San pulled his fingers out of him but he still stayed attached to his cock. After riding out Wooyoung’s high he pulled with a small pop sound. Wooyoung looked down and he saw how San swallowed his release. He cleaned the corner of his mouth and whispered while looking into Wooyoung’s eyes “You taste so sweet” and he plopped down on the sofa. 

Wooyoung leaned back fully on the sofa breathing heavily. Both of them were exhausted but apparently San had more will power left in him as he grabbed Wooyoung by his arm and moved him onto his lap so he could face him. “San I can’t” he said hands as if on command resting on his shoulders. “I haven’t even said anything, jewel” He smirked and leaned into Wooyoung. He grabbed his neck and pulled him closer. Wooyoung’s hands moved from his shoulders to his cheeks. They started down at each other and both of them pulled in. The kiss started off slow, no one was fighting for dominance. San’s hand was on his neck and the other was gripping onto his ass. He pulled him even closer on his lap while Wooyoung moaned into the kiss which let San’s tongue explore his mouth. He licked the inside of his mouth and Wooyoung reciprocated. Both of their tongues were fighting against each other, the kiss turned even more sloppier. Wooyoung’s hand moved lower to stroke San and he moaned which caused Wooyoung to bite his lower lip. He kept stroking him till he felt his tip get wetter and wetter.

San pulled away the only thing connecting them to each other was a string of spit hanging between their mouth and Wooyoung’s hand stroking San’s cock. San removed his hand from his dick and interlocked it together with Wooyoung’s and positioned it at the center of Wooyoung’s hole. He looked up at Wooyoung as if looking for permission and Wooyoung lowered himself on his dick. His other hand moved to his hips while the interlocked hand stayed on the sofa. “Ride me” he said in a deep whisper and Wooyoung as if on command obliged and he started moving. At first he moved slowly savouring the moment. San was looking him in the eyes staring him up and down but then his head moved lower and he started to lick, kiss and suck Wooyoung’s nipples. 

Wooyoung’s hand moved back to San’s thigh while the other grabbed the back of his head arching just enough to give San access to him and to feel his dick in him. He slowly picked up the tempo which made him groan even louder. “Gosh San.. I love this I love-” he stopped himself in between moans when he realized what he was about to say and picked it up with a “your dick”. San knew what he wanted to say but he stayed quiet. He bit his nipple while his hand played with the other one. 

Wooyoung’s tempo slowed down with each thrust and San saw it. He grabbed his waist with both of his hands, lifted his hips off the sofa and began to thrust into him. “Fuck fuck fuck don not stop” Wooyoung moaned gripping San’s black hair, pulling him closer to him. San was thrusting into Wooyoung with no thoughts; his sole mission was to chase each other's highs as soon as possible. Wooyoung’s hands were all over San’s head he didn’t know what to do with them till San said “Hold onto the back of the sofa” to which he obliged with a loud moan and San started pounding into him again causing him to moan and whine. “San-ahhhh, daddy” he yelled in a high pitched moan which only drove San to pound deeper into him.

Wooyoung was moving like a rag doll on San. He was flopping around him while San was holding him down with his hands that were both interlocked together on his waist making sure he stayed in place. San himself started moaning he was thrusting deeply into Wooyoung even though his head was pushed back in pleasure. “Fuck baby, I am so fucking close” he whined into Wooyoung’s mouth while the other man was moaning in such a pleasure he didn’t feel for a while. “San fuck fuck fuck” Wooyoung cried, tears rolling down his eyes. Gosh San was so deep and he was hitting his g-spot with such a precision that could put him in a coma. 

“Soon baby soon” San bit Wooyoung’s lip and bounced him on his dick. This was all too much. Not only was he fucked out from the previous rounds but the harshness of this position and the sex drive was driving him insane. “Please let me come please let me come” Wooyoung yelled while holding onto the sofa and San smacked his ass which made him clench around San’s dick and come with a loud groan. Fuck this was too much. San was still chasing his own high and Wooyoung really wanted to come down from the orgasm that was hitting him as of now but San was not done he wasn’t close to coming yet which only made Wooyoung dizzy. When he stopped for a second Wooyoung saw a spark of hope but he only did so to move him down so his back hit the sofa. 

San put his one leg down on the floor while the other squeezed in between Wooyoung’s legs making sure he didn't pull out of him. He took Wooyoung’s legs and placed one on the couch armrest and the other on the pillows. Thank god he was a dancer he could really stretch him out like a doll he was. “Don’t fucking move” San commanded but Wooyoung was too busy being hazy from the ongoing orgasm he still hadn’t rode out. “Mhmm” he could only mumble and San went back into fucking deep into him. At this point the only thing you could hear in the office was loud skin slapping against one another, San moaning, and Wooyoung whining. He was totally gone. He felt his dick moving in him but he couldn’t speak the previous orgasm and the current pounding only made him moan louder. 

On the other hand San was holding onto the sofa's armrest like he knew if he didn’t he would put the man below him through it. “Fuck Woo I am so fucking close.” He said as he caught his lips and bit his upper lip.”Mhm mhm mhm” was all Wooyoung could say. San changed his angle by moving a bit to the side and right there he could feel Wooyoung mindlessly clench on him. That’s the spot. So he kept pounding into him. His left hand grabbed his neck and he squeezed it just enough to cut some air off and watch him roll his eyes at the pressure. His tempo didn’t stop he was still fucking himself into Wooyoung and the man below him started to get dizzy. “Open your mouth” San commanded and Wooyoung obliged, San spat into his mouth a long string connecting from his mouth down to Wooyoung. “Close” and he did that “Swallow” which Wooyoung did. The pressure on his neck wasn’t helping him with the command but he managed. 

He could feel San’s dick throbbing in him which only meant one thing, he was about to come. San knew that too so he hooked his arms under Wooyoung’s legs and brought him closer to him. Wooyoung’s arms held on to San’s biceps. He swore he could see black dots blurring his vision. San pounded into him at an evil pace “Fuck Woo I am coming” he moaned and thrusted into him few more times before groaning loudly and the last thrust he pulled his dick so deep into him he could see the outline on his stomach. And Wooyoung? Well with a loud scream and a “GOD SAN” came down the juices leaking out from his dick and his vision was covered by black and gold. San pushed him to his limit.

San groaned loudly at the feeling of Wooyoung’s hole clenching around his cock and he slowly rode out both of their highs moaning his name like it was his prayer. He pulled slowly knowing how sensitive Wooyoung got. He leaned down and kissed him. “You did so good, baby, so good princess” he whispered but the only thing he got from Wooyoung was a few mumbles. The words Wooyoung was saying were incoherent and with a breath his head fell back. 

“fuck” San mumbled under his breath. He knew what just happened , limits were pushed and  knowing how sensitive Wooyoung got he had a tendency to pass out during sex. Like literally pass out from being fucked out. He slowly moved the pillows next to him and propped them behind his head. “Woo” he whispered, grazing his cheek lightly. No response. “Baby come on up we have to go” he said softly. But Wooyoung was still unconscious. He moved both of his hands to his neck to move his head up but to also check his pulse in a way it would not be too obvious. His heart was beating at a normal steady rhythm. San decided to let him rest for a second. 

He pulled out of him slowly to not stir him and he got up to one of his cupboards to take out some towels. He cleaned himself, then the sofa and then with a fresh towel he cleaned Wooyoung gently and quietly to not disturb his sleep. He then turned to another shelf behind him and took out a blanket and draped it over Wooyoung to keep him warm. San looked down at the man laying on his sofa, hands tucked under his chin, taking a nap. He looked adorable. San couldn’t believe he was thinking of him like this. 

It started as a quick fuck then to longer ones but recently he realised that he thinks of him more than he should. He also thinks about his job and the risks of getting hurt. Fuck he is worried for him and he doesn’t know if he likes to feel like that or not. He leaned down and brushed his lips on his forehead and brushed the wet strands from it. Wooyoung stirred but he didn’t wake up. San looked at the clock, it read 12.07am. He decided that he would let him sleep for a bit. So he stood to his full height and dressed himself. He put his suit back on leaving out the jacket and left the first 3 buttons unbuttoned. 

San sat down at his desk and lit up a cigarette. He pressed the button so the shelf would turn back to its original state. He then turned around in his chair and looked down at the city that he practically owned. He saw the buildings that were his then he looked at the flickering lights in the city. He was so deep in his thoughts he didn’t hear Wooyoung stir from his sleep. Wooyoung turned around and saw San staring out the glass windows. He stood up and found his sweats and his zip up hoodie. “Thinking about what place to conquer next?” he asked in a goofy town zipping up his hoodie. San didn’t turn around or let himself be startled by the man behind him. 

“Just thinking,” he said and Wooyoung walked up to him, taking the cigarette into his mouth and exhaling into the air. “Mhmm just thinking is not your thing I know you too well to know you are lost in some thoughts. Probably about investing or god forbid an employee that pissed you off today” San looked up at him from his chair. Even like this Wooyoung still looked small and he could feel himself get smaller the longer San looked at him. 

He reached in the drawer and took out 5 fat bundles of cash tightly wrapped in rubber bands. “Here’s 50k, you deserve it” he said and moved the money to Wooyoung. During moments like these Wooyoung never knew what to say or do. Or how he felt. The sex at times felt real too real and then he got smacked with reality that he gets paid to do this. “If you can’t put it in the bank account I will do it for you through my legal team” San said and he put the cigarette out on the ash tray. 

“It's fine” Wooyoung said and grabbed his back and shoved the money in it. San looked at him and really looked at him. He saw through him, the tired man standing in front of him, taking care of his family while also working a dangerous job. Gosh what the fuck did he feel at that moment. As Wooyoung packed the cash he stood and was about to leave when San grabbed his arm and dragged him on his lap. “Quit your job” he mumbled and Wooyoung just looked at him. “I pay you enough, I can even double it.” “San-” “I mean it.” he said and Wooyoung stood from his lap. “I am not acting as your own prostitute” he said coldly, grabbing his bag ready to go. 

“I am not asking” San said to which Wooyoung responded “Listen we agreed you only do shit like this when we fuck, I get payed and you leave this office satisfied so let me hold on to a part of me that thinks I deserve some real money from a real job” he told him raising his voice. The job he had yea was shit and not the best but it was something that held the last strand of dignity he had left in himself. 

“Let me drop you off at your apartment” San said, picking up his suit jacket and both of them moved to the elevators. The ride home was awkward. None of them spoke and Wooyoung clung to his back. As he pulled into Wooyoung's apartment San turned to him “I don’t know how to say it but I feel stupid things anytime you are around so the proposition before didn’t come out of my ass.” Wooyoung only looked at him and really looked at him. He knew the man in front of him was complex but what he was proposing was even more insane. 

“What about your reputation?” “Fuck that” San said in a harsh voice which suprised Wooyoung. “I need time to think about it” he said and opened the car door and stood up. He looked at the man in front of him one more time and for the first time he saw any kind of emotion in him. He looked desperate, he knew that he was apologising for the previous comment, he saw the yearning in his eyes and the care he had for Wooyoung. Before closing the car door Wooyoung looked down “I haven’t decided anything yet but next week, same time at your house” he said and slammed the car door with a smirk. San only looked at him till he became a silhouette walking into the apartment building. He waited till he saw the light turn on and then he got a message: WOO: you can leave now. 

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