#lemon drop

He first noticed you bending over the hood of a slick black BMW, fingers dragging suds in lazy circles over the chrome. You were in cutoff shorts and a neon yellow tank top knotted high on your waist, the hem just barely brushing under your ribs. Water ran down your thighs. The sun caught on the fine sheen of sweat at your collarbone. Mingi had fumbled his wrench and nearly smashed his thumb.

“Bro,” Wooyoung muttered around his lollipop, following his gaze. “You’re gonna break your neck one of these days staring at her like that.”

You were the brightest thing in the whole sunbaked lot. Always humming to whatever music you had playing through that tiny Bluetooth speaker. Always biting your lip while you worked like the world needed washing clean and you were the only one who could do it.

And worst of all, you knew.

“Hey, pretty boy.”

You caught him during a smoke break, straddling a bucket, snapping gum between your teeth.

“You gonna keep watching me from behind that dirty ass windshield or actually say something next time?”

Mingi took a long drag, exhaled slowly. Smirked. “Maybe I like the view from here.” You popped your gum and stood. "Well, next time you’re gonna have to pay for it. My services aren’t free."

His eyes trailed down your soaked tank, the streak of soap drying on your thigh. "Neither are mine."

You let out a laugh, teasing and just a little dangerous. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The teasing kept up for days. Quick glances over sudsy hoods. Shared smirks at the water refill station. Once, you licked a popsicle slow and deliberate while making eye contact across the lot—and Mingi dropped a socket wrench on his foot.

By the end of the week, the tension was unbearable. His coworkers joked that the heat wasn’t from the sun but from whatever was building between you and Mingi like a live wire ready to snap.

And one night, it did.

It was late, the sun just dipping past the horizon, staining the sky lemon-drop gold.

You were rinsing the last car, hips swaying lazily to music that buzzed low from your phone. Mingi watched from his truck, engine still humming. He didn’t call your name. Just honked—once, short.

You turned with a slow smile.

He jerked his chin toward the back of the lot, where it got darker past the line of cars. The kind of dark you could hide in.

You dropped the hose, flicked off your speaker, and sauntered over.

“Truck bed?” you asked with a grin, sliding a glance at the lifted Ford behind him. “How romantic.”

“You want a blanket too, princess?” he shot back, hopping out.

“Nope.” You closed the distance, palm pressing against his chest, fingers dragging down the zipper of his coveralls. “Just want you to shut up and make good on all that staring.”

The bed of the truck was warm from the day’s heat, and your skin was already slick from soap and sun. Mingi pushed you back, crawling between your thighs like he’d been dying for this—like he had died for it.

“You smell like lemon candy,” he muttered, lips ghosting down your inner thigh. “Fuck.”

Then his mouth was on you.

He buried his face between your legs like a starving man, groaning against your pussy as if he was the one being pleasured. Tongue dragging slow, deliberate stripes over your folds, fingers gripping your thighs like he didn’t want to let go.

You were loud. Shameless. Fingers tangling in his hair, hips rocking against his face. “Shit, Mingi—right there—don’t stop, fuck—”

He didn’t. He devoured you. Over and over until your thighs trembled and your breath came in broken sobs.

When he finally came up for air, face wet, mouth red and swollen, he looked drunk on it.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he groaned, fumbling with his zipper. “Been thinkin’ about this for weeks.”

“No condom,” you panted.

“I don’t care.”

“Me either.”

He hauled you up, your legs wrapping around his hips, the head of his cock sliding against your slick folds before pushing inside, slow but thick and so deep you both moaned.

The truck creaked under the rhythm of his thrusts. Skin on skin, the slap of it obscene in the quiet dusk. He fucked you like a man possessed, forehead pressed to yours, one hand gripping your ass, the other tangled in your hair.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled. “You’re mine now, you know that?”

You gasped, biting his neck. “Then take me, Mingi—”

And he did. Right there in the truck bed, in the last golden light of summer, under the scent of citrus and gasoline.

The bed of the truck rocked with each thrust, Mingi driving into you with desperation—like he’d been holding himself back for too long and now couldn’t stop.

Your fingers clutched his back, nails dragging red lines down his shoulders as you arched beneath him. He fucked you like he meant it, like he wanted to be etched into your bones.

“Shit—baby,” he hissed through clenched teeth, sweat dripping from his jaw as his hips snapped harder, deeper. “You’re takin’ me so fuckin’ good—”

You couldn’t speak—just gasped his name over and over, legs trembling, stomach tightening. The knot inside you pulled tighter with every thrust, every graze of his pelvis against your clit, every filthy groan that rumbled out of his chest.

“Mingi—I'm gonna—”

“I got you,” he panted, thumb slipping between you, rubbing fast, messy circles as he buried himself to the hilt. “Cum for me, baby—wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.”

You shattered with a cry, stars bursting behind your eyes. Your whole body went taut, clenching tight around him as your orgasm crashed through you like a wave. You vaguely heard him curse—“fuckfuckfuck”—before his thrusts turned erratic and he spilled inside you with a deep, guttural moan.

He didn’t move for a second—just let himself collapse onto his elbows, forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing like you’d run miles.

Your fingers slid into his damp hair, playing with the ends as your heart started to settle. He leaned down, kissed you—slow this time, soft and sticky with sweat.

“God,” he mumbled against your lips. “You really are dangerous.”

You smiled, still breathless. “Took you long enough to find out.”

Mingi laughed, a low, sweet sound that warmed your chest. He pulled out gently, careful with you, and reached for the crumpled flannel shirt he’d tossed into the corner of the truck bed. He wiped between your thighs with a tenderness that almost made you melt more than the orgasm.

“You okay?” he asked, eyes scanning your face.

“Better than okay.” You brushed a hand over his jaw, thumb catching a streak of dried sweat. “You?”

He grinned. “I might be in love with you.”

You rolled your eyes, swatting his chest. “You don’t even know my last name.”

“I don’t need it,” he shot back, already tugging his coveralls back up. “I know how you moan.”

You reached for his shirt and threw it in his face. “Asshole.”

Summer vacation during your uni years isn’t always easy, sometimes spent in cities where you don’t exactly know anyone. (Y/n) was contacted by her aunt, who asked if (Y/n) could watch her house over the summer while the aunt goes on a vacation with her family. (Y/n) agreed, even getting a job at a nearby café. The town isn’t super big, but (Y/n) found it cozy. 

Day 2 of watching her aunt’s house, (Y/n) goes out for a late-night drive, wanting to see the scenery under the moonlight. However, on the way back, her car decided to break down, refusing to start back up. Fortunately for her, two cars approach her, filled with eight very handsome guys around her age. They ask her if she’s having car trouble, to which she responds yes. They smile, saying, no worries, as they own the town's auto shop, they can help her out. 

“Thank you, guys, I thought I’d be stranded out here all night,” “Don’t worry about it, cutie. I’m Hongjoong, by the way. This is Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Wooyoung, Mingi, and Jongho,” They all waved as their name was called, she smiled at them, waving back. “I’m (Y/n),” They hooked her car up to one of theirs, helping her tow it back to the shop. 

Technically, the boys could have fixed her car within a day, but they were all drawn to her, wanting to spend more time together, so they came up with a scheme, tricking her into believing the repairs were going to take longer, maybe even up to a month, but she didn’t have to worry, they can be her personal drivers in the meantime. 

~~~

The next day, after driving her home. Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho, and San show up at her house, as she had said, she needed to drive to the town’s laundry mat to wash a bunch of clothes. So here they were, ready to help her out. The summer sun was blazing down on them, and everyone had a small layer of sweat on their faces. 

While (Y/n) is loading the machines with her clothes, Hongjoong says that he, Yunho, and San would go to the café next door and get something cold to drink. This left her alone with Seonghwa for a while, and he didn’t miss the chance, to get to know her, more intimately. 

He walked up closer to her, trapping her against a wall, leaning in close, whispering in her ear, “You look very sweet, did you know that? It’s hard to resist wanting a taste,” (Y/n) would be dumb to say that she didn’t find them hot, but was this really smart? Who cares at this point? She was just going to be here for the summer. “Don’t resist it then,” That was all it took before Seonghwa dove in, stealing a passionate kiss, more like a make-out session as their lips chased each other in the heat, the lights flickering above them, not even the electricity stood a chance in this heat. 

They broke a part right before the others came back inside, with ice-cold lemonade for all of them. Hongjoong noticed the tension but didn’t mention it. Only handing the lemonade to (Y/n), pulling it back right before she took it, making her stumble a bit, “Sorry, darling, you’re just fun to play with,” 

~~~

(Y/n) checked in on them sometimes to see them working on her car, Mingi, Yunho, and San, of course, doing it without wearing shirts, smirking at her as they noticed her staring at their abs, and they happily showed it off. Putting on a show for her. Mingi pulled her aside, with the excuse to ‘look at some papers,’ but the second they were in the office, he sat down on the couch, pulling her with him. She ended up straddling his lap, oh this was so wrong, but hey, do it for the plot, right? 

“Like what you see, princess?” Mingi asked as he dragged his hands along her body, he was still shirtless, her hands lightly dragged from his shoulder, down over his sculpted chest, down to his abs, and back up. “Who wouldn’t like this view?” She responded, Mingi chuckled, pulling her a little closer, “Want a taste?” He asked as he looked between her eyes and her lips, but she didn’t respond. She leaned in, placing her lips against his. 

The kiss was surprisingly more gentle than the one she shared with Seonghwa, yet still very hot. When they broke the kiss, (Y/n), got up from his lap, blowing him a kiss, “Don’t miss me too much,” Before she walked out of there, leaving him shocked and impressed. 

~~~

Another night, someone suddenly knocked on her door, she opened it, finding Yeosang and Jongho there, asking if she wanted to join them for an adventure, of course, she did. She grabbed a long sleeve before following them out the door, soon enough finding herself in an empty parking garage. In a shopping cart, being pushed around as if they were playing Mario Kart, it was scary, exciting, and oh so wrong. Tresspassing, hanging out with these boys, all of it so wrong, but why did it feel so right? 

As Jongho pushed Yeosang’s cart away, (Y/n) found herself alone with who she had found out to be the youngest of the group. He seemed a bit more shy than the other two she had spent alone time with, but she didn’t mind taking the wheel on this one. She was intrigued, wondering if he tasted as sweet as he looked. This time, she was the one to pin someone against a wall, leaning in towards the boy. She noticed how he looked at her, “Want a taste, cutie?” Suddenly, the shy boy was gone, replaced with a beast who needed a taste. 

His lips met hers in a fiery kiss, hands moving everywhere, grabbing at everything, hands in each other's hair, lips against lips, lips against someone’s neck, all of it a blur in the dark, only breaking a part once they heard Yeosang calling out, “That was amazing!” 

~~~

The next night, the person who knocked on her door was Hongjoong, asking if she wanted to take a late-night drive with him, she expected a car as she stepped out, but was surprised to find a motorcycle. “I’m not getting on that death trap,” “Come on, darling, don’t you trust me?” “If I die, I’m gonna haunt your ass for the rest of your life,” “Deal, now come on, hold on tight,” 

They drove around until Hongjoong came to a stop in the middle of nowhere, with only the moon shining above them. He turned around, facing her on the bike, removing her helmet, and his, “You look delish like this, clinging to me, did you know that darling?” “Stop toying with me already, Joong” “Fiesty, I like it,” 

Their lips met in a hot kiss, fighting for who would decide the pace. Even though it was in the middle of the night, everything felt hot; it was hard to control themselves at this point. Hongjong gently bit her lip, winning the fight, controlling the pace. Switching from fast to slow, his hands feeling around her body, finding their favorite place to be on her ass, squeezing it every now and then. All until, the bike slightly trembled, moving to the side as they put all their weight to one side, it kind of killed the mood. So they returned to the town, back to reality. 

~~~

Yunho visits her at work, one slow afternoon, asking for something sweet. What she didn’t expect was for him to turn the open sign to closed and pull her into the back. “This is wrong, you know,” She said, although her body seemed to scream that this was right, as her hands couldn’t resist reaching out, running along his tall, toned body. “Mm, I can always leave, if that’s what you want, sugar,” “Shut up and kiss me already, pretty boy,” (Y/n) jumped up, Yunho caught her, putting her back against a wall, as they kissed. 

Their lips moving slowly against each other, Yunho’s hands holding onto her thighs tightly, trying to keep calm, not wanting to lose control completely. he pushed his hips a little toward her, both of them moaning at the contact, “Is that all you got, pretty boy?” (Y/n) teased as they broke a part for a second to breath, Yunho dove in again, this time kissing her with more urgency, holding onto her tighter, rolling his hips up again, earning another muffled moan out of the girl. 

Their moment was broken by a knock on the front door. Someone opened it, calling out, “Hello?” “Shit, that’s the owner of the café,” (Y/n) said as Yunho let her down, she smoothed out her clothes, jogging out, “Sorry, Mrs. Kim, just had a bit of an emergency out back, but it’s all good now,” “Good to hear, (Y/n), well, you can go home now, I’ll close out,” “Okay, bye, Mrs. Kim!” (Y/n) didn’t hesitate to run back, pulling Yunho with her out the backdoor, laughing, never having felt thrill like this. 

~~~

The next day as she went over to the shop, Wooyoung was washing cars outside, shirtless, as usual, in jeans, though they were drenched, and so was he. His hair wet, clinging to his forehead, (Y/n) had to fight the urge to run her hands through it, push it away. Wooyoung smirked as he saw her. She was wearing a cami top and jean shorts, it was too good a chance to pass up. He turned the water hose in her direction, spraying water all over her until she was as wet and drenched as he was. 

“Wooyoung, you asshole, why?” “You looked a bit hot, thought I’d cool you down a bit, honey,” (Y/n) ran over, chasing him around a bit, “You’ll pay for this,” eventually she managed to catch him, as he sliped on some of the water, landing on the ground, without any injuries, she pinned him down by stradling him as he laid on the ground. 

“Oh, in public, daring, I like it,” “Shut up, you snake, you ruined my favorite outfit,” “I’ll buy you a new one if you allow me to ruin it a bit more,” He said as one of his hands went up, lightly snapping one of the bands against her collarbone. “I know other ways you could repay me,” She said, leaning closer, her lips ghosting over his neck, then his jawline, then his lips, giving him just a tiny peck, before getting off him. 

“Hey, come back, you can’t just leave like that,” He said as he began standing up, “Oh, can’t I?” She said, raising a brow, before turning around and walking away, swaying her hips to tease him. Wooyoung bit his lip, damn she was hot. Before running after her, turning her around, smashing his lips against hers, wet skin clinging to wet skin. Water drops falling from their hair, mixing in with the kiss. “You’re still an asshole,” (Y/n) said as they broke apart, slightly out of breath, “And you’re still sweet like honey,” 

~~~

Yeosang knocks on her door in the middle of the night, waking her up, asking if she wanted to go on another adventure with him. Of course, she said yes because who was she to refuse a good time? He told her to bring a bikini, or better yet, not to, but she did. Yeosang brings her to a pool house, breaking in and bringing her to the rooftop pool. 

They swim around for a while, playing around. She’s in a bikini, he’s in swimtrunks. They splash each other every now and then, chasing one another around. Until eventually, (Y/n) ends up pinned to a wall, sitting on the steps, Yeosang leaning against her, his eyes looking like those of a predator. Travelling over her body, his hands following, pulling her a bit closer. 

“I’ve heard most of the others talking about how sweet your lips are, and I can’t help but feel left out,” “We wouldn’t want that, would we? So, why don’t you do something about it?” (Y/n) responded, curving her finger in a ‘come here’ motion. Yeosang moved closer, his lips ghosting over hers, but he didn’t kiss her, not yet. 

Instead, he kissed her cheek, moving down to her neck, sucking on it. Whispering in her ear every now and then, his voice low and thick. Her hands dragged along his back, leaving scratches from her nails, but he didn’t mind. After a few minutes, he finally caught her lips, kissing her, their tongues dancing together like a flame dancing in the wind. Their moment was interrupted by the sound of security coming closer. “Fuck, come on, let’s run,” And so they ran from security in nothing but a bikini and swimtrunks, but they managed to get away, hearts beating fast with thrill and lust. 

~~~

Another night, as she was cooking dinner, a knock sounded on her door. She went to open it, finding San on the other side, he was holding a bag filled with snacks and ice cream. He held it up, “Want some company?” “Sure, come in, I’m just making dinner right now,” 

San joined her for dinner, and they ate, talking about their days. It was calm and nice. After eating, they moved to the couch, putting on a movie, and opening the snacks. Now, the movie was bad, boring, and (Y/n) could think of something she would much rather do than watch it. So she tried it out. 

She moved closer to San; he didn’t move away, quite the opposite, he welcomed her closer. At first, she just leaned against him, but that didn’t stop the movie from being boring. So, she climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Oh, well, hello,” He said as his hands landed on her thighs, squeezing just a little. “Hi,” She said back, as she moved around a little, until she was comfortable on his lap, something that had him clenching his jaw. 

“Careful there, darling, I don’t like a tease,” “But this is so much more fun than that freaking movie,” “I can’t argue with that,” (Y/n) moved around again, slightly grinding against him, he cracked his neck a little, in half annoyance, half intrigue. The next time she moved, he brought a hand up, cupping her jaw, bringing her lips down to his. 

She continued grinding on him, as their lips moved against one another, tasting of ice cream and chips, the sweet and salty mix was intoxicating, neither one could have enough. This was way better than watching some boring movie where nothing happens.