#mingi vs reader

summary: You’re at a dead end after tangling with some dangerous loan sharks. To make matters worse, your boss, Mingi, is ready to let you go. But, being a saditisc pervert man, he has a filthy and nasty proposal for you to keep your job. Desperate, you're willing to do just about anything.

Pairing: Boss!Mingi x afab!Reader

w.c.: 10,6k

warnings: MDNI; DUBCON; monster cock Mingi; cheating (mg is married); he is super mean and an asshole; death threats (not from him); immorality in the workplace; paying for play; spit in mouth; very filthy and nasty sx; unprotected; degradation and humiliation; dirty talk; creampie; and that's pretty much it.

THIS IS ONLY FICTIONAL AND DO NOT REPRESENT WHAT ANYBODY MENTIONED ARE IN REAL LIFE NOR HOW DO I PICTURE THEM!

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Thursday morning. The alarm went off at 5:00 AM, dragging you out of bed. Work didn't start until 9:00, but you had to get a head start because of the buses, you needed to catch two of them to get there on time.

Your boss didn't tolerate lateness, but who could blame him? At the end of the day, it was your responsibility.

Considering how long it took you to look presentable, plus the commute on two different buses, you had no choice but to wake up at the crack of dawn.

You got out of bed yawning and stretching, feeling like a herd of elephants had trampled you in your sleep.

You woke up way too early, you knew that, and the toll was obvious when you looked at yourself in the bathroom medicine cabinet mirror, the bags under your eyes, your slumped yet tense shoulders, your brittle hair. Exhaustion had become your new normal.

But there was no choice. In the middle of a crisis that made jobs scarce, you needed that paycheck like your life depended on it. And maybe it did.

The debts were piling up. Not just yours, but the ones inherited from your late parents. Their house had been foreclosed on by the bank, and now you were living with your aunt, your only relative in the city. Even so, their personal loans had fallen on you.

On top of that were your own credit card debts, which had led you to resort to drastic measures: loan sharks.

Now, you were suffocating. Part of your salary was automatically garnished by the bank, almost all the rest went to the loan sharks. What was left was barely enough to survive.

It was a snowball effect. At least you could count on your aunt's compassion.

You worked as a marketing analyst at a paper and office supply company. Your salary wasn't half bad, but given your financial situation and lack of other resources, it was never enough.

And following your streak of bad luck, right at the end of the month with only a few cents in your bank account, your shoe gave out and broke while you were putting it on to leave the house. You had to wear a pair of your aunt's instead.

But nothing was so bad that it couldn't get worse.

On the second bus, nearing your workplace, your phone started vibrating incessantly. Sitting in the passenger seat, you pulled it out of your bag, and a familiar number was calling.

Your stomach did a flip instantly.

“Hello?” you answered apprehensively.

“How much longer are you gonna keep paying us chump change, you bitch?” A man’s voice spoke impatiently, already sounding foul.

“I-I paid exactly the installment we agreed on. I told you, I can’t pay more than that, please…” you said, careful to keep your voice down, not wanting anyone on the bus to overhear.

“I don’t care! It’ll take years to pay back what you owe us if you keep sending this pittance you call money!” The pittance he referred to was a massive blow to your pocket every month. “I told you last month that you needed to send more, didn't I? You didn't hold up your end of the deal. My patience has officially run out.”

“I’m going to pay it all, I swear, I’m just a little tight right now. I explained that the bank takes money out of my account before I can even touch it.” You massaged your temples. “We can talk more when I get home, I promise th—”

“I don’t want your goddamn promises. I’m sick of your bullshit and your whining. If you don’t send more money, I’m gonna rip your guts out. I’m fed up!” Your hand almost faltered, a shiver running down your spine as your stomach turned at the threat.

“I-I’ll pay, I’m serious.”

“Talk is cheap, sweetie. I want to see the cash in my account. I’m not playing games. You have until the beginning of the month to pay what you owe, or I’m coming to your house to blow your brains out and saw you into little pieces for my dogs to eat!”

The call ended abruptly, leaving you dazed and shaken, your head spinning and bile rising in your throat. You suddenly forgot how to breathe, overwhelmed by the threat and the whirlwind of thoughts racing through your mind.

You didn’t even notice you’d missed your stop, only getting off at the next one and walking for several minutes before finally reaching the building. This resulted in you arriving a few minutes past your scheduled time.

After clocking in, you went to your desk and opened your laptop to start working. While you were at it, you noticed out of the corner of your eye that Mingi, your boss, was walking down the hallway with a cup of coffee in his hand, heading toward his private office.

Dammit, he hated lateness.

He looked exceptionally handsome today. You hated noticing that, you felt guilty for finding him attractive since he was your boss and, above all, married. He had a massive, glittering wedding band on his finger. So, you always maintained decorum and kept it professional. Besides, a workplace romance was the furthest thing from rational.

You focused on your work, trying to give it your all to forget the call you’d taken on the bus and to keep from throwing up in front of your colleagues and making a scene.

During that time, you received an email from Mingi through your corporate account asking you to come to his office at the end of the day. You swallowed hard, fearing a warning or some form of disciplinary action for your tardiness, but you acknowledged it.

As requested, when it was time to clock out, you gathered your things and went to his office, knocking on the door and receiving permission to enter.

You walked in feeling bashful, wary because you didn't know what to expect. Your body was already tensing up, your cortisol spiked from all the stress, and now fear was mixing in. You didn't want to get into trouble and hoped he would be compassionate, considering it was the first time in a while that you’d been late.

“Have a seat, please,” Mingi said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk. You did as told.

“Is there a problem, sir?” you asked, trying not to show your apprehension.

“You know, Y/n, you’re a good employee, you really are. But,” the pause he took before continuing sent a shiver through your body, chilling you to the bone and making your skin crawl, “many companies have been going through a rough patch lately, and ours is no different.”

You swallowed hard.

“What do you mean, sir?” You prayed to God that this conversation wasn't heading where you feared it was.

Mingi interlaced his fingers, looking deep into your eyes as if he could scent your emotions, seeing right through your soul.

“We’re undergoing crisis management, and because of that, we’ll need to make some cuts…” You could barely breathe anymore. “We didn’t want to have to do this, but we’re going to have to let some people go.”

You couldn't help but close your eyes for a brief second before taking a deep breath, not wanting to hear the conclusion of the conversation. Mingi was noticing your distress, especially since you weren't exactly doing a good job hiding it.

“Sir…”

“Y/n, I’m sorry, but,” in reality, the last thing Mingi felt was sorry. He was relishing your visible anguish. You were doing a terrible job of masking your emotions, letting all your vulnerability show right in front of him. Fuck, he could get hard just from that. He loved this kind of thing. He hesitated on purpose, just to prolong your agony. “We’re letting you go. Tomorrow will be your last day, you should stop by HR later.”

You felt as if your body had just taken the hit from a freefall of thousands of feet. This couldn't be happening; you didn't want to believe it.

“Mr. Mingi, I—I, please, can’t we—”

“Don’t worry, you’ll receive your severance package with all the benefits you’re owed.” Mingi interrupted.

You couldn't hold it back anymore, your entire body was shaking with distress. You let the tears roll down your cheeks, you had been visibly distraught since he started talking, anyway.

You couldn't think straight, your vision was blurred by tears, and the loan shark's voice from the phone call kept replaying in your head, threatening you.

Even the severance pay wouldn't be enough to cover what was left, the interest had skyrocketed, and the outstanding balance was far beyond your means.

You looked at Mingi, who was leaning back in his chair, unbothered, watching you intently.

“Mr. Mingi, please, reconsider! I can keep working for a reduced salary, I don’t care!” You began to plead, desperate for a deal. You didn’t care if you looked pathetic or if you were embarrassing yourself, you had nothing left to lose.

“Holy shit, don’t you have any pride?” Mingi arched his eyebrows, letting out a stifled laugh as he listened to your whimpering. He was genuinely enjoying the scene, he hadn’t expected this kind of reaction. “Why would anyone want to work for a pay cut with no benefits in return? I mean, that’s not even possible, it would put the company in hot water with the union and labor laws.”

“Please, there has to be another way! I can’t be fired, I—I really need this job.” You were a mess of tears.

“Y/n, it wasn't anything personal. I already told you we’re making cuts.” Mingi was loving how you begged and pleaded as if you didn't have an ounce of pride or decency left. If only you could see his erection behind that desk, he was absolutely bursting with lust.

Watching you break down in tears, begging, your body trembling and your breathing ragged, making your chest heave heavily beneath your tight dress shirt... he could finish right then and there if he kept this up.

Mingi loved humiliation. He loved reducing a woman to nothing, making her just a filthy, pathetic mess. Oh, if you only knew how much you were turning him on by doing that. It even gave him an idea.

As for you, your heart was pounding so hard you were sure you’d have a heart attack at any second. Mingi didn't understand how fucked you were, he didn't get that your life was on a tightrope, and the rope was so thin it was practically a thread.

You were falling apart.

‘’It’s not just that... it’s just that I owe a lot of money to loan sharks. And I have to pay this debt if I don’t want to die. I’m begging you, by all that is holy, don’t fire me! I’ll do anything—I can take on extra responsibilities, I can be useful in any way!”

Anything, you said? That was exactly what Mingi needed to hear. He squeezed the erection through his pants again, feeling like his cock was hard enough to rip through the fabric.

He rested his elbows on the desk and leaned in, getting right in your face. His face wore a cynical smirk, his eyes shimmered with excitement and disdain. He was full of mockery.

“How much do you owe to be this desperate? Tell me.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a knot in your throat, and revealed the total amount you needed to pay to clear your debt.

You weren't made of stone, you felt ashamed, and your stomach was doing somersaults from the whole situation. You wanted to throw up, but you couldn't give in. You didn't know what else to do.

“Holy shit!” Mingi started laughing, leaning back in his swivel chair, acting superior. “How did you manage to run up a debt like that on your salary, and with loan sharks, no less? Are you stupid?”

You stared at your lap, humiliated by his behavior, especially since you knew you really had been stupid and reckless, digging yourself into a bottomless pit.

“I needed to borrow that money...”

Mingi watched you stammer through your sob story like a cat watching a mouse try to protect itself, knowing it would eventually be caught. He licked his lips, relishing the moment.

“That’s a real shame. And right when the loan shark wants to blow your brains out, you’re getting fired...” he said, cold and mocking, jeering at you.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Please...” you said in a whisper.

“You want to keep your job that badly?” he questioned, one eyebrow arched.

“Yes, I do! I already explained, I don’t have any other choice. I’ll do anything!” You said, referring to your job. You tried to take a deep breath and control your heart rate, but it was useless.

“Anything?” he repeated. You nodded frantically. “Well, in that case, there is one thing you can do.”

You felt a spark of relief ignite in your chest upon hearing that. You would do whatever it took if it meant not losing your job.

“What is it, Mingi? Please tell me—I promise I’ll do it!”

“Stand up. Come over here,” he said, leaning back fully into his chair.

You found it strange, but you didn't question him. You weren't in any position to do so, you simply did as he said, standing up and walking around the desk until you were on the same side as him. He moved in his swivel chair, following your movements and turning to face you directly.

Mingi looked up at you, a sickening, arrogant smirk on his face as he massaged his erection. Your eyes widened, and the air escaped your lungs.

You were shocked to see your boss like that. Your eyes instinctively flickered to the wedding ring on his finger.

He began to unbuckle his belt.

“If you want to keep your job, come over here and prove to me just how willing you are to keep working for me, Y/n. I want to see your devotion.” He looked at you hungrily, his pupils completely dilated.

“What are you doing?! This is absurd, what do you think I am?” Tears began to stream down your face again, hot and thick, your ordeal seemed to have no end.

“What I think doesn’t matter to you. Don't you want to pay off your debt and keep that little airhead of yours intact?” Mingi countered smugly, his voice dripping with arrogance.

“But... but... you’re married!” you insisted.

“And why does that matter to you?” Mingi began to lose his patience with your reluctance, deciding to be even crueler. “You said you’d do anything, didn’t you? Well, then, this is the only way I won't fire you.”

You swallowed hard, taking a step back.

“Think carefully, Y/n...” Mingi continued. “Take one more step back, and consider yourself officially fired. And from what you told me, I think you should consider yourself a dead woman, too.” You squeezed your eyes shut, tears blurring your vision, his words feeling like a hand squeezing your heart inside your chest.

“This is... so fucking messed up,” you whispered.

“I know. And that’s why, if you accept, I’ll give you the money you need. I’ll pay off your debt, Y/n.” You caught your breath, suspicious. He couldn’t be serious. “What, don’t believe me? I always keep my word. If you satisfy me, I’ll clear your entire debt myself. You’ll keep your job and you won’t owe those loan sharks another dime.”

You felt trapped by Mingi’s proposal. You couldn't deny it was extremely tempting, even though you’d be submitting to something disgusting and throwing your dignity in the trash, you’d receive money in return that you could hardly earn any other way.

Just the thought of getting rid of the loan sharks and finally getting your life back on track and being at peace...

Noticing your internal conflict, Mingi laughed, amused as he watched you question your own values.

“Come here, you know you want this.” He unbuttoned his pants, tugging the waistband down to reveal his painfully hard cock inside his boxers, pulsing.

You let out a sigh of defeat. You knew you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself after this, but you decided to push all your values aside for the moment.

With a few more steps, you were close to him, and he looked at you expectantly, relishing the moment. You dropped to your knees, and he pulled his cock out, making your eyes widen.

the smirk on his lips only intensified at your reaction.

It was big. Really big. Not just that, but thick. It was heavy and girthy, with veins bulging and the head already dripping with pre cum.

He stroked himself gently, up and down, tilting your chin up with his calloused fingers, bringing your face inches away from his shaft.

You squeezed your eyes shut before finally doing what he was waiting for. You gripped the base and looked up at him, he had one elbow on the desk, his head tilted and resting on his hand.

He looked so snobbish, he was making a point to show just how arrogant and superior he was.

You brought his cock to your mouth, licking the head first and letting your saliva run down the shaft, coating it.

Your lips brushed against it, the scent of his masculinity filling your nostrils as you teased the length of him with your tongue, licking from base to tip before slowly taking him into your mouth, being careful not to graze his sensitive member with your teeth.

He reached for your head, panting. “That’s it, keep going.”

You worked hard to take as much of him as you could into your mouth, feeling his size fill the space. With your hand, you stroked whatever was left outside, sucking on him.

Your tongue went around and around the tip, putting every effort into stimulating him. He threw his head back in approval.

“You know,” he began, his voice husky and deep. “I can barely fuck my wife ever since I laid eyes on you.”

You couldn't help but look up at him, confused, but you didn't stop your movements, bobbing your head up and down and drooling all over him.

He smirked at your expression.

“All I can think about is wrecking you,” he admitted, watching you with predatory eyes. His lips were parted as he stared at you intently. With his hand on your head, he slid his fingers through your hair, gripping the strands firmly and pulling your head back. “Here, play with my balls.”

He guided your head down to his balls, rubbing your face against them.

You stuck your tongue out and licked the sensitive skin of his scrotum, tracing the lines on it before taking them into your mouth.

He let out a raspy grunt, pressing your head against his balls while you stroked the tip of his member. Mingi pulled your head back again, only to shove it against his dick.

He was commanding your moves now, and there was nothing gentle about him. He was blunt, rough, going hard, his hand pulling and messing up your hair.

Mingi used his other hand to grip your chin firmly, forcing your mouth open to take his cock. Then, he shoved your head forward without any care, making your nose hit his pubic bone as his cock went all the way into your mouth.

You wanted to cough, instinctively, your gag reflex kicked in, but he held your head still while his cock hit the back of your throat, choking you.

You grabbed his thighs, squeezing them and patting him to signal that you couldn't breathe, but he ignored you and kept your head pinned.

You made embarrassing noises, gagging on him, as more saliva ran from your mouth, making a mess all over him. Finally, he let you take a breath.

With his cock completely coated in spit and his own fluids, he held you in place. He gripped the base of his member and brought it to your face, slapping it against your skin.

His cock was just as heavy as you’d thought, the hard, veiny flesh smacking your cheek with force before he rubbed it all over your face, spreading the mess and turning you into a total disaster.

“Stick your tongue out.” You obeyed him, and Mingi repeatedly slapped his cock against your tongue, splashing pre cum on it. “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look away.”

He let go of your hair and rested his hand on the back of your neck, giving you back control of your moves. You gripped his base again and sucked as much of him as you could fit in your mouth, jerking him off with both hands.

Your jaw was already aching from holding your mouth open to accommodate Mingi’s cock, making you slow down the pace. But with a look of disapproval from him, you sped back up.

On one hand, it was better for you to go faster and make him come soon to get this over with.

“Look at you,” he began again. “Sucking your boss off like a bitch right in his office. You’re so filthy.” His voice carried a mocking tone, enjoying watching you make yourself insignificant before him.

Maintaining eye contact as he ordered, you intensified the blowjob, swirling your tongue around his shaft, letting the tip of his cock rub against the roof of your mouth, eliciting hoarse, deep groans from him, growling.

Feeling he was close, he stood up and gripped both sides of your head with his hands, holding you pinned in place.

Mingi began to fuck your mouth, and you started gagging and coughing clumsily again. It embarrassed you, but it only excited Mingi further.

Hearing your primitive sounds, listening to you make wet noises on his cock while choking as he face fucked you all the way to your throat made his cock pulse.

“You drive me crazy,” Mingi gripped your hair tight, his thrusts were faster now and had turned sloppy, indicating he was close. “I’m gonna cum in your pretty little mouth. Swallow every drop, or I’m gonna get fucking mad at you, you hear me?”

You only managed to babble a sound that didn't even resemble a yes, due to his cock brutally sliding in and out of your mouth.

With a guttural, raspy groan, Mingi came in your mouth, pulling back just enough to watch his cock shoot cum into your mouth, painting your tongue white and forming a gooey pool mixed with your saliva.

“Don’t swallow yet. Just wait,” You did as he asked, obediently but suspiciously. Mingi reached for his phone and opened the camera, making you panic as he pointed it at you.

“Be quiet, baby. I need a souvenir of you. I can’t let this sight perish from my memory, I need to record this.” Hesitant, you remained with your mouth open, full of cum, looking at him with pleading eyes. He gripped your neck tightly, leaning till his face reached your ear. “Listen, if you don’t let me do what I want, you’ll be breaking our deal...”

You just closed your eyes for an instant before continuing to submit, and without waiting for any other reaction from you, he photographed you in that state.

“Now you can swallow. Take it all. It’s nutritious.” he teased, laughing mockingly as he watched you swallow his cum.

You took a deep breath, trying to catch your wind, which was when Mingi offered you a box of tissues. You accepted them without looking at him again, but he didn’t seem to care anymore.

You cleaned yourself up as best you could before standing back up. Your knees ached a bit, and if it weren’t for your pants, they’d surely be beet red.

Mingi approached you with his phone in hand, showing you a bank transfer receipt. A ridiculously large amount had been sent to your account. However, it was still less than the total debt.

“A little treat for the photo,” he explained. “Give me your phone. I’m going to put my number in and send you instructions soon.”

“What?” You frowned. This wasn’t over?

“Is there a problem?” He looked at your face with disdain. “Oh, don't tell me you thought that was it.” Your silence was enough for him to mock you once more.

“How many times am I going to have to do thi—”

You were harshly interrupted as Mingi shoved you against the wall, gripping your neck firmly, squeezing, but not enough to choke you.

“As many times as I want, you bitch. Or did you think I was going to give you money without fucking that little pussy of yours first?” he growled, his nose pressed against yours.

He moved his hand between your legs, drawing a startled gasp from you as he kept you pinned against the wall. He rubbed his fingers over your clothed pussy, feeling the moisture from your core soaking the fabric.

He laughed and you hated yourself for being wet.

He bit your bottom lip hard, making you whimper in pain before he finally let go and let you leave.

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Friday morning. The alarm went off a bit later than usual this time, ringing at 7:30. Last night, you took an uber home since you’d received some money and felt safer that way.

Today, you were going to call a car again. So, you woke up later than usual to get more sleep. As it turned out, that didn't actually give you more rest, because you had trouble falling asleep last night.

You felt dirty and couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d done with your boss at the office, as if you were a prostitute.

On top of that, Mingi had messaged you that same night, letting you know that today he was going to take you to a place he knows, so you’d have more space and comfort, just the way he likes it.

That left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you couldn't lie, sucking him off seemed a lot easier after you’d actually received the money.

People like Mingi didn't know the value of a dollar because they were used to having everything. But for you, receiving a bank transfer with as many digits as your entire salary was beyond your reality.

That was another thing that kept you awake for a while, making you question your own morality. What would be harder? Simply giving in to Mingi, a guy you’d always found attractive and hot, and getting paid for it...

Or taking your chances out there, in the middle of a crumbling economy, with loan sharks wanting to skin you alive?

It was obvious. Mingi was right about you being stupid for getting involved with those guys, but you didn't want to feel even stupider by throwing away the chance to finally get on your feet. You couldn't refuse money you’d likely never see again in your life, money you knew would take years of hard work to save.

Even if it meant submitting to a degrading situation. This was no time to be moralistic. It was a necessity, and that was exactly how you were going to look at it.

You arrived on time, starting your day as usual while Mingi seemed busy in his office. He had hardly come out at all, and when he did, he paid you no attention.

Better that way, you thought. At least you could breathe.

After lunch, as you returned to your desk, your phone started buzzing with notifications.

Mingi.

“When you clock out, go wait for me in the parking garage.”

You limited your response to a simple confirmation message and turned your attention back to your work.

At the end of the day, as the clock hit the end of the shift, everyone started gathering their things and leaving quietly. You took your time on purpose, shutting down your laptop, tidying your desk, and grabbing your bag.

You were the last one to leave the office, making sure to take the elevator alone down to the parking garage, just as Mingi had ordered.

You waited discreetly behind a pillar in a darker corner until Mingi appeared. Noticing you, he caught your eye and motioned for you to follow him.

The two of you walked in silence to his car.

In stark contrast to his rudeness and hostility from yesterday, he opened the passenger door for you. You got in, and he walked around to the driver's side and started the engine.

You remained silent, staring out the window to avoid eye contact, but for some reason, your eyes were drawn to him like a magnet. You stole a glance, noticing the wedding band on his finger.

You let out a sigh.

He parked the car and unbuckled his seatbelt; you did the same, realizing you’d reached your destination. Getting out of the car, you saw the facade of a beautiful, elegant restaurant, clearly a luxury one. A valet quickly arrived, greeted him, and took the keys to park the car.

Mingi walked in with you, so calm and collected that it didn't even seem like he was cheating on his wife with his employee, taking her out to dinner before the slaughter.

The hostess led you to a reserved, discreet table, just as Mingi had requested upon entering.

The seating consisted of booths, and Mingi made a point of having you sit right next to him, very close to his body.

“Have you ever been to a place like this?” he asked while opening the menu left by the waiter. You shook your head. “I figured. Did you know that seafood can be an aphrodisiac? It helps increase the libido.”

You flushed, looking down at your hands.

“I—I didn't know.” Mingi gave a lopsided smile as the waiter approached again.

Without asking what you wanted or even checking if you’d eat the same thing as him, Mingi ordered the appetizers and the main course, both seafood, along with drinks, completely ignoring your preferences.

For the appetizer, Mingi ordered oysters. For the main course, lobster.

Seeing that you seemed restless, he spoke up again. “Don't worry, you'll like it.”

“It’s just that I’ve never had oysters before...” You didn't want to come across like some poor country girl or look even more like an idiot to him.

“I told you, you'll like it.” He placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly over the fabric of your pencil skirt.

He leaned in with a predatory look in his eyes, like a hunter. He pressed his nose against your neck and took in your scent, sending shivers through your body and making your skin crawl.

“You look extra hot in this skirt. You put it on just to tease me, didn't you?” Mingi tilted your face toward him by your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. He lowered his eyes to your mouth and brushed his fingertips over your plushy lips.

You didn't even know how to answer him; he was making you nervous and tense.

“People are going to see us like this,” you said, ashamed of being caught by onlookers in an intimate moment with your boss in the middle of a public place.

“I don't care about that one bit. In fact, it’s exciting that they might see us, don’t you think?” Mingi brushed his lips against your ear, training them down to your neck, where he lightly nibbled your skin before pressing a soft kiss there.

You suppressed a gasp, flushing deeply at the contact that left you flustered in the middle of the restaurant. All you could think about at that moment was how embarrassed you’d be to be seen like this, as if you had no scruples.

He pulled back when the waiter arrived at the table with the appetizers, a small tray of fresh oysters and lemon wedges.

He also brought white wine, pouring a glass for both you and Mingi. However, before you could take a sip, Mingi stopped you, preventing you from drinking.

“No alcohol for you.” He asked the waiter to bring water and ice instead, before taking a sip from his own glass. “You’re not having a single drop; I want you completely sober.”

You fought the urge to huff and roll your eyes. Just when a bit of alcohol would have been perfect to relax your body and calm your nerves. 

Son of a bitch.

Mingi placed a hand on your back, nudging you slightly toward the table, encouraging you to take an oyster while he picked one up for himself.

You couldn't hide your look of disapproval as you stared at the mollusks arranged in shells on the tray. Hesitantly, you picked one up and looked at Mingi.

“Eat.” he said, sharp and authoritative, before eating his own oyster without breaking eye contact with you.

You ate it reluctantly, feeling the soft, slippery texture play in your mouth. As you bit down, it was as if a burst of seawater flavor exploded inside, followed by a slightly sweet finish.

It wasn’t that bad. You couldn't say for sure if you liked it, but at least it wouldn't be a torture to eat.

Mingi gave a victorious smile, motioning for you to have more.

You stared at the wedding band on his finger as he took another sip of his white wine, for the thousandth time since the day before.

“Won’t your wife get suspicious, since you haven't gone home yet?” you asked boldly. You were already neck deep in this situation, and he had been arrogant and mocking the whole time, it wouldn't hurt to be a little sassy.

Mingi clicked his tongue, poking the inside of his cheek with it before answering. “It’s common for me to work late sometimes. She’s used to it.”

You almost threw up at the casual way he spoke, showing total indifference and coldness. His wife had to be a poor soul to be married to a man like that, you thought. Given how natural he was being, this certainly wasn’t the first time he’d cheated on her.

Time inside the restaurant seemed to pass slower than usual. It felt as if everything was lagging on purpose, prolonging that cold, strange moment.

The main course was served: lobster accompanied by potato mousseline and tomato confit. It was exquisite, you had never eaten anything as delicious in your life. It was a rare moment, considering that if it weren’t for the circumstances, you would never set foot in a place like this.

Whatever Mingi ordered was surely pocket change to him, but for you, spending money there was unthinkable. The cheapest item on the menu would likely still be too expensive for you.

The entire time, Mingi didn't spare you from intense looks that made you feel naked. He frequently ran his hand over your leg under the table, squeezing your thigh and, every now and then, sliding his fingers under your skirt to feel the heat of your skin.

To your relief, he didn't go very far, only caressing as far as his fingers could reach while the cotton fabric of your skirt kept your thighs covered.

Once you both finished eating, Mingi called for the check, left a few bills in the bill tray, and stood up, offering his hand to help you up.

You walked calmly out of the restaurant, and Mingi waited for a few brief moments for the valet to return with his car and hand back the keys.

You got back into the car, feeling an icy chill shiver through your body, making you wrap your arms around yourself. The weather wasn't cold, but the entire atmosphere made you feel frozen to the core.

He leaned toward you again to buckle your seatbelt, it might have looked like a gentlemanly gesture, but he was just making a move. He inhaled audibly near you, making sure you noticed him taking in your scent, and as he latched the belt, he nuzzled your neck again, this time grazing his teeth against your earlobe.

He straightened up in the driver's seat and started the car. After a few minutes, he reached over and rested a hand on your leg, letting it sit on your thigh. Soon, Mingi was caressing your leg, squeezing your flesh until he hitched up the hem of your skirt and pressed his palm directly against your bare skin.

You gasped at the contact, feeling his fingers stroke your inner thigh while he kept his eyes on the road.

His touch was hot, sending chills over your skin, and you hated that you felt electrified by such intimate contact.

Shortly after, Mingi pulled into a roadside motel. You wanted to roll your eyes at the place, especially after he’d taken you to such a fine, high end restaurant. But you couldn't complain, it wasn't like you were playing the part of a puritan.

Even though you’d had that moment with him at the restaurant and the time in the car during the drive, the second you stepped into the room, you didn't even have time to breathe or mentally prepare for what was coming next.

Mingi lunged at you like a feral wolf, pinning you against the wall and pressing the full weight of his body against yours.

His cock was already rock hard, aching inside his pants and straining to be free. You could feel his bulge poking into your stomach, the heat radiating from him warmed your skin and made your lower abdomen tingle.

His mouth found yours, clashing your lips together and kissing you with the hunger of a pack of wolves. He explored your mouth with a fierce, greedy intensity while his hands snaked over your body, tracing your curves with precision, grabbing your flesh every now and then and squeezing it in his palms.

You sighed into his mouth, your hands gripping his broad shoulders, holding on tight as he groped you. His tongue invaded your mouth without asking for permission, tangling with yours in a rushed, voracious rhythm.

The kiss intensified by the second. Mingi explored your mouth as if his life depended on it, you were pressed so tightly together that you could feel his heartbeat.

Still pressing your bodies together, Mingi moved one hand to your breast, still covered by your shirt, while simultaneously sliding his other hand down to your ass, grabbing it firmly and squeezing your butt between his fingers.

Your body grew hotter with every passing second. He used his own feet to nudge yours apart, forcing your legs open wider, and rubbed his clothed erection against you, letting you feel the full, hard length of him. Mingi let go of your breast only to hitch up your skirt, pulling it up until he could see your panties, giving your legs more freedom and increasing the contact between your bodies.

You couldn't hold back a groan when you felt his cock rubbing directly against your pussy through the fabric of your underwear. He was applying so much pressure and grinding in such a way that you could clearly feel his foreskin moving.

He broke the kiss, and as you gasped for air, he trailed his lips down to your neck, planting wet kisses all the way to your shoulder, punctuating them with bites, each one more intense than the last.

He held you by your ass, his hips grinding shamelessly against yours with pressure and vehemence, and you spread your legs wider to give him more contact.

Mingi reached for your shirt, impatient with the buttons as he tried to force it open. You quickly stopped him from ruining your clothes, unbuttoning it for him, and he hurriedly shoved the fabric off your shoulders.

He gripped your breasts firmly, cupping them, then squeezing and massaging them. Every so often, he would rub his thumb over your nipple through the bra until he finally pulled the cup down to expose your tits.

You moaned when he pinched your sensitive nipples, nipping at the tips as if he wanted to wring something out of them. He took his time with your tits, pinching them and pressing his thumb down hard, focused on leaving them red and marked.

Soon after, Mingi leaned down and took them into his mouth, sucking on them and grazing his teeth over the surface while keeping his hands cupping them. He flicked his tongue across your nipple in long strokes, the tip circling it and applying a delicious pressure that sent an electric charge through your body, your hands gripped the hair at the nape of his neck as you let out a long, drawn out moan.

Mingi took your nipple fully into his mouth and began to suckle, creating an intense pressure in your breast and a conflicting sensation, you couldn't decide if you loved or hated it. A moment later, he pulled away, dragging his lips across your thin, soft skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses.

He alternated the kisses with bites, each one becoming harder than the last, making you tremble and whimper against him, but that only encouraged him to go further. He left a hickey in the cleavage between your breasts, and just above the curve of your chest, he sank his teeth in deeper, drawing a fussy whimper from you.

Mingi left pools of drool and trails of saliva over your breasts, purposely doing a sloppy job just for the satisfaction of seeing your tits glisten with his spit over the hickeys and bite marks, leaving you a mess.

He brought his lips back up to your neck, kissing your skin as he tugged at the fabric of your skirt, which had already been hitched up to expose your bottom, trying to force the garment down. You intervened, just as you had with your shirt, stopping him from tearing the fabric,  you quickly unzipped it and pushed the skirt down to your feet, kicking it aside.

Mingi moved his lips to your ear, sending shivers through your body, while his hand slid down to your clothed pussy. He wasn't gentle when he touched you, he was rough from the start, feeling the heat radiating from your core.

He rubbed his hand over the thin fabric of your panties, cupping your cunt with pressure. Mingi rubbed his fingers over the damp patch forming at the bottom of the fabric, soaking it even more. Without any care, he used two fingers to press against your opening through the garment, shoving the panties inside as best he could. You whimpered against him, filling his ears with what sounded like the most beautiful melody to him.

Meanwhile, his mouth teased your skin, dragging his wet, plushy lips along the curve of your ear, he let the air in his lungs escape so you could feel his hot breath blowing against the sensitive skin, sending waves vibrating through your nerves. Mingi then distributed more wet kisses until he caught your lobe between his teeth, nibbling it hungrily and dragging his teeth with steady force.

His hand was now rubbing your pussy vigorously in circular motions, still through your panties, leaving the fabric completely soaked.

Until, suddenly, he pulled away, and you almost lost your balance from the loss of support against his body.

“Take off your panties.” he said, his eyes clouded as if he were already drunk on you.

You obeyed, removing the last piece of clothing from your body, but before you could drop it somewhere on the floor, he intervened, holding out his hand for you to give them to him.

You frowned slightly, hesitant. He simply arched an eyebrow with a serious expression, and you placed the garment in his hand.

Mingi brought your panties to his nose, smelling them as if they were a bottle of pure perfume, drugging himself on your scent without breaking eye contact. Your eyes widened, your cheeks flushing a deep crimson in shame, unable to believe he was actually doing that.

You watched him inhale the scent of your panties as if it bewitched him, making him even hungrier, before he tucked them away inside his pants pocket.

“On your knees.” he dictated authoritatively.

You knelt right where you were, and he took another step forward, causing his bulge to poke against your face.

Mingi grabbed your hair, pulling your head against his erection and rubbing your face along the entire length of it through his pants, making you feel every single inch.

He removed his belt, unbuttoning his pants and sliding the zipper down, pushing the waistband and his underwear down just far enough for his hard cock to spring out, smacking against your face.

With one of his hands pulling you close by the nape of your neck, urging you to suck him off, you did just that.

You gripped his cock by the base, stroking him a bit and using the tip of your thumb to spread the moisture pooling at the tip before bringing your mouth to his dick and taking the head, making him release the air trapped in his lungs as he threw his head back.

You started slowly, gradually moistening his shaft with saliva, pushing his length inside bit by bit to let your jaw adjust to his size while your hand jerked off the rest.

You used your tongue to wet his cock, making it easier to slide it into your mouth, you let your saliva coat him, the moisture pooling in your mouth and dripping down his member as you spread it even more with your hand.

He kept one hand on top of your head, gripping your hair to hold you in place, and you prepared yourself mentally, already predicting what he would do next.

Mingi moved his other hand to the back of your neck and began to face-fuck you. Unlike you, he didn't do it gradually. He thrust with power, hard and rough.

You felt the tip of his cock hitting your throat, triggering your reflexes, while your hands gripped his thighs for better stability.

He increased the speed of his thrusts, the friction of his cock against your mouth caused your saliva to mix with his fluids, forming a sticky goo that drooled from the corners of your mouth and coated his shaft, leaving it slippery and soaking wet.

He grunted and groaned hoarsely as he used and abused your mouth, making your jaw ache from the stretch you forced to accommodate his size.

Mingi gripped your head firmly and face fucked you so hard that his cock slid past your throat as if you were swallowing him whole, making you gag as the vulgar sound of saliva bubbled.

He held his cock still in your throat, pressing your head against his pubic bone so you couldn't pull away, preventing you from breathing properly until you tapped his thigh, choked by his shaft.

He pulled out completely, letting you breathe for only a few seconds before shoving himself back into your mouth and pinning you to his cock again. Mingi repeated this several times until tears were streaming from your eyes and your face was deep red from the lack of air.

Mingi pulled you up by your neck, forcing you to stand, and promptly shoved you onto the bed in the middle of the room.

You felt so small in front of him, so vulnerable and embarrassed to be completely naked and already looking like a total mess, while he was still fully clothed, with only his waistband pushed down.

He remained standing, watching you while one of his hands slowly stroked his hard length. His eyes were intoxicatingly dark, his shadow filled gaze fixed on you as you sat on your ankles in the middle of the bed, watching him intently.

“Show yourself to me, pretty,” Mingi said, making you murmur a confused hm, but he just kept looking at you expectantly.

Your hesitation made him repeat: “Open your legs and show yourself to me.” He spat out each word harshly and impatiently, sending a shiver down your spine.

Shy and utterly embarrassed, you did as he said. This wasn't the kind of thing you usually did, so your movements were awkward and unnatural.

However, that didn't matter to Mingi. Your lack of grace only turned him on, it was exactly your humiliation that kept his cock rock hard.

You lay back on the bed, propped up on your elbows, calmly spreading your legs and opening yourself up for him to see.

He grinned wickedly, approving of the view you were giving him.

“Now, sweetheart, get on your knees and arch your ass for me.” You did as he said, settling into a position on all fours. You figured he wouldn't want you burying your face in the mattress. Not yet. “Good. Now use those little fingers of yours to show me that pretty little pussy.”

The fuck.

Hesitation hit you full force again, your brow furrowed and your body locked up, unsure if you’d understood exactly how he wanted you to do it. Did he want you to touch yourself or something?

A sharp smack against your ass made you arch your back and yelp in pain and surprise. He had slapped your butt, hitting you hard with his hand, you could even feel the ring on his finger sting your skin.

“Don’t make me impatient, Y/n. Do as I say, and do it now.” He spat out every word, annoyed, his voice carrying a darkness that masked the lust he felt in making you submit.

You took a breath and did as he ordered, sliding your hand down your stomach and between your legs, caressing your exposed pussy.

He hummed in approval, stroking your ass where he’d slapped it, soothing the area.

“Now use your fingers to spread that little cunt open for me.”

Since Mingi couldn't see your face due to the position, you squeezed your eyes shut, wishing a hole would open in the bed and swallow you whole so you wouldn't have to perform such obscenities.

With no other choice and knowing you were there for a reason, you obeyed immediately, making a 'V' with your fingers and pulling your folds apart, exposing your opening.

Mingi gave a victorious, smug smile from behind you, relishing the sight. His cock twitched, his veins pulsed with excitement and the tip dripped with pre cum.

“That’s it, baby, keep it like that. Show that pussy to your boss.” He caressed your ass, gripping and squeezing the flesh, sinking his fingers into your juicy buns. Then, Mingi grabbed your ass and pulled your cheeks apart, leaving you vulgarly exposed to him while you kept your fingers spreading your entrance.

In a way, the situation was making your pussy wet, a trail of lubrication leaked from your core, leaving a thick streak on your intimacy, between your folds and wetting your clit.

Mingi watched it all with pleasure, and to your surprise, he slowly spat right on your asshole and watched it run down your crack until it hit your pussy, messing up your slit and hole. His cock vibrated on its own as he watched the saliva wet your entrance.

Unable to take it anymore, he pulled away and hurriedly stripped off his shirt and pants, standing completely naked just like you. He moved back to the bed, keeping you with your ass arched up.

Mingi gripped his cock by the base and slapped it against your pussy, rubbing it between your soft folds before he started to shove it into your entrance.

You gasped at the skin on skin contact and the sheer force he was using, careless and rough, leaving you tense.

“W-Wait, hold on, aren't you going to use a condom?!” you questioned him worriedly, looking at him over your shoulder. He just scoffed.

“Relax, I’m all clean if that’s what’s worrying you. And besides,” he thrust his hips against yours with force, forcing the tip of his cock inside you and drawing a pained moan from your lips. “I’ve had the snip. I wouldn’t give bitches like you the chance to trap me with a pregnancy.”

Your lips thinned into a straight line, annoyed by his arrogance and stupidity, as you looked back toward the headboard.

Your hands gripped the sheets, bunching them into knots as Mingi shoved his hips against you once more, forcing his length into your pussy, drawing moans that wavered between discomfort and pleasure.

The fact that his cock was completely wet and lubricated, thanks to the mess you’d left him in, combined with the spit and your own moisture, allowed his shaft to slide in without much trouble.

However, his size was too much for you. His large cock, swollen and engorged with thick veins running along its length, his girth made it feel like your pussy was being torn apart, as he didn't even give you time to adjust.

Mingi thrust his hips hungrily, and with each stroke, more of his cock entered your pussy until you finally felt the tip hit your cervix, letting out a loud, drawn-out moan.

Just like that, he established an intense rhythm. He moved brutally and roughly, grabbing your ass.

His cock pulsed inside you, feeling your heat and your gummy walls hugging him as your back arched. You whimpered, hating how your body was responding so positively to him, your pussy throbbed, coating him in your stickiness.

He filled you completely, going deep and hard, relishing in your needy moans.

“You’re so hot, baby,” he growled, staring at the way his cock slid in and out of your cunt, messy with the mix of body fluids, forming a ring of cream at the base of his shaft. He reached for your hair with one hand, gripping the strands and pulling back, forcing you to arch your back even further. “Look at you, taking it from your boss for money. You’re a real whore, Y/n!”

He mocked you as he drove deep into your pussy, watching your ass move, grinding against your hips, the curve of your waist contrasting with the swell of your backside, his gaze occasionally flickering down to your asshole.

Shortly after, he stopped, letting go of your hair only to grab your ankle, making you turn over on the bed until your back was against the mattress.

You felt empty without his cock inside you, already missing his thickness sliding against your walls.

Mingi climbed over you, gripping your face firmly and squeezing your jaw with force, making your lips pout as you looked up at him with glossy eyes.

“Open your mouth,” he said hoarsely, his voice deep and strained.

You opened it instantly. He spat, forming a pool on your tongue, you widened your eyes and used every ounce of strength in your body to suppress a gag, feeling nauseated by the gesture.

He squeezed your jaw again, forcing your mouth shut.

“Swallow.” You shook your head, squirming under him, and with your mouth forced shut, you couldn't stop your reflexes anymore, you heaved, gagging on his spit as disgust washed over you. “Swallow!”

Mingi held your jaw tight, locking it in place and forcing his hand against your mouth, preventing you from opening it.

You writhed and almost threw up, but you finally gave in and swallowed, letting out a muffled whimper against his hand and a high pitched grunt.

“Just like that, good girl.” He cupped your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

Moving over you, he lined his tip up with your entrance and shoved his cock back inside, making you groan loudly and instinctively grab his back.

Mingi grabbed one of your legs behind the knee, hiking it up to his shoulder and pinning it against your chest. You moaned and sobbed, feeling his cock go even deeper, kissing your cervix. You could almost feel him hitting your uterus directly.

You felt your voice failing, moaning incessantly, feeling numb as his cock frictioned against your walls after they had settled around him again.

The sheer girth of his cock caused a slight ache, but he filled you so well, providing an intoxicating pleasure that made your pussy throb and get so wet with excitement, your hole was slippery, and the sound of your bodies clashing together produced vulgar noises.

You moaned with a needy edge, digging your nails into his back, letting the pleasure he was giving you flow through your touch. You looked at him with deer eyes while he fucked you hard and balls deep, his gaze wrapping around you like a cloud, as if nothing else existed in the world but him.

Mingi grinned wickedly, satisfied with his effect on you.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he asked, his voice low and husky as he brushed his nose against yours. “It does, doesn't it? Let me hear those beautiful sounds coming out of your mouth.” Mingi slid a hand between your bodies, reaching for your pussy and caressing your clit.

He toyed with his fingers along your slit, feeling his cock slide in slippery and loud, before stopping to pull you by the waist and lying back on the bed.

Mingi pulled you up to mount him, he rested his head on the soft, plush pillow while watching you settle onto his lap and grip his wet shaft, lining it up with your hole before slowly sliding down, letting his cock be buried completely inside you.

He was sensitive, feeling like he was on fire with the pleasure you were causing him, his groin throbbed hot, wanting to release his seed, thick and warm.

You began to move slowly, watching Mingi knit his brows together and release the air from his lungs in a deep groan, showing just how sensitive his cock was, and you took the hint to move even slower.

You leaned back a bit, resting your hands on his thighs, grinding your hips slowly and giving him a perfect view of your pussy deliciously swallowing his cock. He stared at your folds being parted by his length sinking into your hole, the creamy ring around his base sticking to your skin and forming thin viscous white strings every time you bottomed out and rose back up.

Mingi felt like he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer and brought one of his hands to your intimacy again, rubbing your clit rhythmically with his thumb, with a light pressure.

You increased the speed at which you bounced on his cock, moaning louder since you were also sensitive and more stimulated by his touch.

“Oh, yes, please...” you whimpered, feeling him leading you to the edge, your body began to tremble over his.

“Come for me, baby. Let me see you fall apart on my cock,” Mingi said, enjoying the sight of you raving in pleasure on top of him, grinding hard and making a mess of his pubic area with your wetness.

“Please, don’t stop, please, please, please...” you begged repeatedly till you hardly knew what you were asking for anymore, as he kept your clit perfectly stimulated. Your eyes were clouded, your vision blurry.

Not long after, you shuddered, your legs tensed over him while you writhed on top of him, and he watched you come on his cock, your walls contracting repeatedly and squeezing him, driving him insane.

He didn’t give you a moment to breathe, feeling like he was about to come, Mingi pulled you back, this time moving you to the middle of the bed as he kept you on your knees with your ass arched, shoving himself inside you in one single thrust.

He was being very vocal, shamelessly letting out deep noises and strained groans, until after a few more thrusts he came. He felt his cock pulse powerfully, releasing all the cum trapped inside that had been fighting to be let loose in you, filling your hole and painting your walls white as he let out a guttural roar, shooting inside you.

Mingi was breathing raggedly. He pulled out of you slowly, holding you firmly in place by your hips, and leaned down so his face was level with your core.

He pressed his palms against your ass, spreading the cheeks wide, once again fully exposing your holes to him. He watched your hole, filled with his cum, pulsing sensitively and leaking.

He watched intently as your pussy spilled his cream, dripping down your folds. Mingi brought his fingers to your cunt, rubbing them through your slit and spreading his cum even more all over your pussy, making a gooey mess between your legs.

Mingi pulled back, keeping his fingers suspended, and when you turned toward him, he brought them to your face.

“Clean it for me, pretty.” You wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking and licking the viscosity off until they were clean.

You sat on the edge of the bed, catching your breath while he turned his back to you and started to get dressed.

You stared at the floor, feeling self conscious after all the ecstasy went down, wrapping your arms around your naked body.

Mingi approached you and placed a hand on your shoulder, but you kept your gaze down, staring at his shoes. He caught your chin with his fingers and lifted your head to look at him.

He said nothing, simply staring at you for a few seconds before giving a small, faint smirk, letting his thumb caress your cheek before letting you go.

Reaching for his phone, he began to tap on it, his thumb gliding over the screen as he typed things you had no inkling of. With his actions hidden from view and your own mind in a haze, you couldn't process a single thought.

As he tucked the phone into his pants pocket, he adjusted the wedding band on his finger, ran a hand through his hair, and took out his wallet, still standing in front of you. He pulled out some bills and held them out to you.

You took them hesitantly, looking at him.

“Take a taxi home.” You nodded slowly, feeling limp and drained. You remained silent, not knowing what you could possibly say after everything that had happened.

On the other hand, Mingi seemed completely indifferent, acting natural and unbothered. He didn’t spend a second more than necessary in the room, only checking to make sure he had all his belongings, checking for your panties inside his pocket, which he clearly wasn't going to give back.

“Y/n?” He caught your attention when half his body was already out the door. You turned toward him. “I’ll see you Monday. Don’t be late.”

And with that, he closed the door and was gone.

You spent a few more minutes staring at the money in your hand before getting up and starting to dress, feeling strange. But you felt relieved that you still had your job.

You weren’t sure what to expect after everything you’d done with Mingi — or rather, what Mingi had done to you. You hoped that, just like now, he would remain indifferent and never bring it up. At least you would keep working.

As you picked up your phone, ready to call a taxi, you noticed a notification.

A bank transfer.

Mingi had transferred the money just as he’d promised. But not only that, the amount you received had extra. Perhaps he was feeling extra generous after the sex.

You couldn't say for sure.

The digits in your bank account formed a number you’d never even dreamed of seeing next to your own name. An amount that would’ve taken years of honest work to scrape together, brought a warmth that finally untied the knot on your chest.

Yet, the money you got and your job crashed into the nausea of what you’d had to endure, with every cent seemed to throb with the memory of the spit, the sweat, and Mingi’s coldness.

After spotting the vehicle approaching from the small balcony, you went downstairs and got into the taxi, staring out the window with a blank face and a lost gaze.

Something inside you was restless, however. As the car neared your house and night covered the sky, you wondered if this was truly over.