#mingioneshot

business was painfully slow. despite the crowds of people roaming the streets after leaving the surrounding bars or alleyways from drug deals. you were nervous you wouldn’t be able to pay rent this month since you’ve barely been making any tips. you started chewing on your fingernails, a nervous habit.

you hissed as your teeth caught your cuticle, blood forming around the knick. fuck. the manager would have your head if even the tiniest imperfection was visible, possibly even fire you. you reached for a tissue to wipe off the blood but slightly jumped when a veiny hand roughly grabbed yours.

your heart dropped to your ass when you looked up to see who the hand belonged too. the owner of the club stood in front of you, his face showcasing a smirk. you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out.

“i’ve told you many times to stop chewing on your pretty fingers y/n” mingi. he pulled your finger into his mouth, licking the oozing wound. he groaned from the metallic taste, the sound alone causing your core to explode with wetness. you sighed as he made a show of sucking on your pointer finger.

you attempted to retract your hand from the hold of his plush lips but he only gently bit down, causing a soft moan to leave you. he grinned. asshole. mingi released your finger from his mouth and moved his hand to your face, catching his thumb on your bottom lip.

“business is slow. wanna do something to make it boomin’ baby?” your eyebrow quirked, intrigued. he smirked, and it only made the wetness between your soft thighs pool in the chair you sat in.

you nodded.

his hips relentlessly met yours as his cock dragged in and out from inside your walls. your head was thrown back against the stage, mouth wide open as a string of moans and curses left you. the sound of skin on skin was barely audible over the loud speakers. your tight top rested on your collarbones, tits spilling out. mingi seemed to finally acknowledge that as his hand left your hip and began to knead the mounds of flesh. he squeezed your nipple between his fingers, eliciting another whiny moan from you.

he lifted your body, giving him a better angle to slam his dick into you with. his fingers continued to tweak your hard bud as you moved your hips, chasing your high. the customers surrounding you both had pooled in after you stepped outside, shirt up and tits out, promising a nude show. easy.

you could hear the soft groans leaving his mouth as your manicured nails dragged down his toned back, leaving angry red marks in their wake. fuck. your lips parted as the tightness began to form in your lower belly, slurred words leaving your mouth. mingi smirked at the fucked out expression on your face, relishing in the way his dick destroying your pussy made you an absolute mess.

dollar bills fluttered down beside your sweaty bodies and you silently thanked the man who was currently fucking your brains out for helping you pay rent.

“f-fuck mingi i’m cumming!” you moaned. his hand moved from your tit to your puffy clit. he rubbed circles on the bundle of nerves, making you cry out in pleasure. the coil continued to tighten until it finally snapped. “fuck!”

your gummy walls tightening around his cock sent him over the edge, causing his orgasm to follow quickly after yours. his pace slowed down, your mixed fluids slowly leaked from your fluttering hole onto his swollen cock.

as you both came down from your highs someone behind you shouted. “let the lady ride you!” mingi turned his head slightly, eyes latching onto the man who had shouted. a bartender from the bar across the street sat in one of the cushioned chairs, legs spread with an obvious bulge. jung wooyoung.

mingi looked back at you silently asking for your approval. you shrugged and he flipped your bodies.