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𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝 𝕔𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣

🅿🅰🅸🆁🅸🅽🅶: 🅼🅸🅽🅶🅸 🆇 🆁🅴🅰🅳🅴🆁 🆇 🆈🆄🅽🅷🅾, 🅼🅸🅽🅶🅸 🆇 🆈🆄🅽🅷🅾

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐱, 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬! 𝐗 𝐅𝐚𝐧.

🆂🆈🅽🅾🅿🆂🅸🆂: 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐜𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐚𝐬

18𝓀ish 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹𝓈

(¬_¬;) 🅲🅾🅽🆃🅴🅽🆃 🆆🅰🆁🅽🅸🅽🅶 🅰🅽🅳 🆃🅰🅶🆂:

ʏᴜɴʜᴏꜱ ɪꜱ ʙɪ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ᴍɪɴɢɪ ɪꜱ ʙɪ? ᴏʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ.

3ꜱᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀꜰᴀʙ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ɴᴏ ʏ/ɴ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ, ᴅʀʏ ʜᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ, ʏᴜɴɢɪ, ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴜɴɢɪ, ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ?, ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴍ!ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ᴅᴏᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ꜱᴜʙ!ᴍɪɴɢɪ,

ᴅʀʏ ʜᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ, ᴄᴜᴄᴋ ᴍɪɴɢɪ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴ

ᴏʀᴀʟ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ, ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴏɴᴅᴀɢᴇ, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ʜᴀɪʀᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ

ᴍɪɴɢɪ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴜɴᴄʜ, ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɴɪᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴍᴀɴʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ, ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ, ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴀʟ & ᴅᴘ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ, ꜱʟᴏᴘᴘʏ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏ'ꜱ, ᴄᴜᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴄᴜᴍ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ, ʀᴀᴡ (ᴡʀᴀᴘ ɪᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴘ ɪᴛ? ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴅᴏʟꜱ ɢᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ), ᴍɪɴɢɪ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ, ᴜɴꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ, ꜱᴀɴ ɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴏᴏʀ- ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ?

🅰/🅽: help, also please imagine 19 y/o Yunho of the past to be bit less of a loser and no coconut hair also if you don't ship Yungi or Woosan you're going to hate me- get tf out

Sweaty, sticky, and pumping adrenaline. That's how the end of the show left you.

You and your best friend had just exited the venue after what could quite possibly be considered the best ATEEZ show ever.

Your head was pounding in just the right way. Dried tears and "waterproof" mascara had left you looking like a mess.

Outside the venue was the usual chaos. Rides were trying to pick up their passengers while hundreds of people swarmed toward the bus and subway stations.

"Been there, done that a hundred times," your best friend said, looking at all the struggling people cramming down the street.

Instead, the two of you rounded the building and headed straight for the bathroom. Empty as usual. It had become something of a ritual for the two of you. At the last few concerts, you had spent all your time before the show collecting and handing out freebies, leaving barely any time for merch or even a bathroom break.

Looking in the mirror, you cringed slightly at the state you were in, but it was nothing you hadn't fixed before.

You might have gone a little overboard with your outfit today. Sure, low-cut tops and short skirts weren't out of the ordinary at an ATEEZ show, but the bold red "Fix On" written across your chest had earned you compliments from other ATINYs all night.

You hadn't quite made it to the barricade, even though you would have loved nothing more than for Mingi to catch a glimpse of you. Well a hoe can dream.

With your mascara fixed, most of your makeup simply rubbed off, deodorant reapplied, and bladders empty, you and your bestie made it out of the bathroom.

Back out in the cooling night air, it was quieter and significantly less crowded than it had been just a few minutes earlier. You decided to walk the extra few minutes to the subway instead of taking the long bus back to the hotel.

Right now, both of you wanted nothing more than your all-inclusive hotel, the AC, and to sort through all your freebies. Some people might think you should sleep after spending more than ten hours on your feet. Wrong.

Back at the hotel, your other friend was still waiting, probably lying awake for the freebie haul of her life, even if it was about the 150th one you'd shown her.

You preferred going to concerts outside your own country for one simple reason. You could turn them into a one-week girls' trip.

After a way too humid and painfully hot trip on the subway, you finally made it back to your hotel.

Crossing the lobby, you noticed it was unusually empty and quiet for a Saturday night. The staff at the front desk gave you a nasty look—nothing you weren't used to. You wrote it off as jealousy, assuming it was the outfit.

Your friend was practically clinging to your arm. Sleep had almost claimed her on the subway ride back. The problem with being the mom friend of the group was that everyone felt comfortable around you at all times, which could become a slight inconvenience every now and then.

Stepping into the elevator, you pressed the button for the third floor, where your lush hotel room was waiting. Two double beds. Your friends shared one, leaving you with the other all to yourself.

So why was the elevator going down?

After only a few seconds, the back doors of the double-sided elevator slid open to the hotel's underground garage.

Standing just outside the elevator was Song Mingi.

Gone was the oversized jacket, ripped pants, and the Alpha-Wolf woof woof stage presence he'd worn only an hour ago. Instead, he stood there in a black hoodie and loose grey jeans. Comfortably ordinary.

Everything except the makeup.

The sharp eyeliner was still intact, smokey clinging stubbornly to his eyes despite the sweat from the concert. Under the harsh fluorescent lights of the garage, the dramatic stage makeup looked out of place.

Mingi looked up.

You looked back.

For one painfully long second, nobody moved.

You raised an eyebrow.

He blinked.

The doors started beeping.

"...Well."

You pressed the close button.

The doors slid shut.

Your friend, suddenly wide awake.

"You just closed the elevator on Song Mingi."

"I closed the elevator on a man who apparently forgot how elevators work."

You reached your floor with your friend still hanging onto your arm. She was probably, no is, definitely freaking out inside.

Oh my God. ATEEZ are staying in the same hotel.

What if they stay the night?

What if we see them again?

"Hold up. Let's grab some water," you said, steering the both of you down the hallway in the opposite direction of your room.

Like most all-inclusive hotels, yours had water carts placed throughout each floor, stocked with complimentary bottles for guests to take whenever they wanted.

Each of you grabbed a couple before making your way back.

Just as you turned toward your end of the hallway, the elevator chimed in front of you.

The doors slid open.

Out stepped Mingi and Yunho.

Neither of you said a word, sharing a quiet look.You simply adjusted the bottles in your arms and continued toward your room, naturally ending up a few steps behind them.

"I swear she was an atiny," Mingi muttered as they walked. "And she didn't even let me get on the elevator."

Yunho snorted at Mingis defeated tone

"I did not stop you from getting on that elevator," you said before you could stop yourself.

Both of them looked over their shoulders.

"I closed the doors because we'd probably still be standing there if I'd waited for you." You shrugged.

"I figured either get on or don't. The elevator isn't gonna wait forever."

Yunho blinked for a second before a grin spread across his face.

"She has a point."

"I was getting on," Mingi defended himself.

"Eventually."

"I..."

He frowned.

"...was thinking."

"Clearly."

Your friend's laughter echoed through the hallway.

As you caught up enough to pass them, Yunho's eyes briefly flicked downward.

Bright red.

Fix On.

The henna lettering written across your chest, impossible to miss.

His eyebrows lifted.

"That's actually sick." he said more to himself.

He nudged Mingi with his elbow.

Mingi glanced down for the briefest moment before looking back at you.

By the time the two of them stopped outside a room on the right-hand side of the hallway, you and your friend had nearly reached the very end.

"So..." you called over your shoulder while fishing your keycard out of your bag.

"You done thinking?"

Your friend nearly dropped the water bottles.

Yunho chuckled and raised an eyebrow at his roommate

Mingi just sighed.

"...Goodnight."

"Night."

The lock clicked open.

You pushed the door with your shoulder and disappeared inside.

The first thing to go were your shoes.

You hadn't realized how much they were killing your feet until you peeled them off.

One landed somewhere near the TV. The other disappeared underneath the desk.

"Future us can deal with that."

"Future us is going to trip over it," your other friend mumbled from the bed without even opening her eyes.

The room smelled like pizza, ordered by who you now considered the love of your life.

Nothing beat pizza after a concert.

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"...And then all he said was, 'Goodnight,'" your friend finished dramatically, catching your other friend up on the very brief encounter with Mingi and Yunho.

"And she called him slow," she added, pointing at you.

"I did not."

"You basically did."

Meanwhile, you were sitting cross-legged on the floor, completely focused on organizing your freebies.

Bracelets in one pile.

Photocards in another.

Stickers...

You sighed.

You had officially accumulated enough Bbyongming stickers to last you a lifetime of journaling.

Satisfied with your little system, you carefully packed everything back into your tote bag before standing up.

"Dibs on the shower."

Neither of them objected.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind you.

Warm water washed away layers of hairspray, sweat, glitter, and the last remnants of concert adrenaline. You watched black mascara disappear down the drain while the red henna across your chest remained almost untouched.

Still looked good.

Worth every second it had taken to apply.

You caught your reflection in the fogged-up mirror, baddieliscious

Three more days of Vacay before your ass had to get back to work, emails, family and bullshit.

Three more days before reality came crashing back.

So you intended to make the most of every second.

Your gaze drifted from your face, down to your chest. The red "Fix On" henna was stark against your damp skin, it felt wasted on just a concert crowd. It was a shame, really. A look this good, all about to be wasted on room service and sleep.

A slow smile spread across your lips. Sleep was for the boring. Reality was for Monday. Tonight was for... fun.

You reached for your phone, unlocking it with a quick swipe of your thumb. Your fingers, almost with a mind of their own, navigated to the familiar purple icon of the Fet(ish) app. The logo was a simple, ripped heart a promise of fun and hidden desires. You opened it, the feed instantly populating with people nearby. Profiles, pictures, requests. Mostly anonymous, all looking for the same thing you were.

A new selfie was definitely in order. Something to push to the top of everyone's feed.You propped your phone against the mirror, angling it just right. Leaning forward, you rested your forearms on the cool marble of the countertop, arching your back slightly. Your left arm came up to cross over your chest. It covered just enough, the curve of your breast pressing against your arm, your nipple hidden.

You tilted your head down, letting your hair fall to partially obscure your face. The camera would cut you off right at the bridge of your nose- And there, in the center of the frame, bold and unmissable: the red letters of "Fix On."

You snapped the picture.

Without a second thought, you uploaded it. Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you typed out a caption

"who wants to be my good boy ?"

You hit post. The notification confirmed it was live, you tossed the phone onto the counter and straightened up, a satisfied thrill running through you. Now, you just had to wait and see who would answer.

Down the hallway, the world was a different kind of quiet. Mingi and Yunho had both emerged from their respective showers, the scent of hotel soap and steam clinging to the air. They lounged together in Yunho's single bed, a tangle of limbs and loose fitted clothes, while Mingi's perfectly made bed sat untouched at the other end of the room like a silent accusation.

Mingi was lost in the endless doomscroll of TikTok, the blue light of his phone illuminating his face in short, rhythmic bursts. His thumb moved with a practiced, mindless rhythm, the want to go out and grab some food forgotten on both the boys minds.

Yunho, however, found his attention drifting from Mingis face to his own phone lying face down on the duvet, but his thumb hovered, tempted. He couldn't help but gravitate toward the purple icon of the Fet app. Did he need a fetish app, specifically? No. But he'd learned pretty early, back when he was just nineteen, that people were far more discreet and anonymous when it came to this kind of dynamic. The app had stuck with him ever since.

A senior, overhearing a semi-awkward discussion between a younger Yunho and Seonghwa about boring hookups and confessions of what he'd rather have, had been the one to put him on to it.

He didn't use it regularly. His profile was deliberately blank, a ghost. Maybe one or two discreet hookups every few months, just enough to take the edge off. He didn't need much. But every once in a while, especially after Mingi had ragebaited him for a few days too many in a row, he needed to let off some steam. He needed to have someone, anyone, just listen to him. He needed a space where he could be in charge, because he could never really put Mingi in his place, not where it counted. Not in the way that left that delicious, simmering tension.

He picked up his phone, his thumb swiping open the app. The familiar feed overflown. He was just scrolling, not really looking, when a new post appeared at the top of his feed. The location pin read less than 1 mile away.

His breath hitched.

The photo was a masterpiece. A woman leaned over a bathroom counter, one arm crossed over her chest, covering just enough to make the imagination burn. Her face was cut off, but the plush curve of her parted lips was a clear invitation. And there, stark against her damp skin, was the unmistakable red lettering.

"Fix On."

Yunho's eyes widened. He knew that henna. He'd seen it not thirty minutes ago. He glanced over at Mingi, who was still oblivious, lost in a dance challenge video.

Then he read the caption: "who wants to be my good boy ?"

A slow, predatory grin spread across Yunho's face. He looked from his phone back to the man beside him, the one who drove him to this in the first place. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Yunho dared to have a closer look at your profile. While you didn't have an intricate biography, you had quite the collection of posts. Pictures taken in various places, in various positions, and not all of them alone.

"Message me more than a Hi, and your message might come through," your biography read. A message filter. Smart.

Pretty women were sparse on an app overpopulated by horny men just here for a quick fuck instead of, well, anything fetish-related, really. Yunho had heard it all from the few women and one man he had hooked up with from the app by now. Most people were tactless, with no idea about common courtesy in the fetish world. You, clearly, were not one of them.

He scrolled through your profile, his thumb moving with a newfound purpose. He landed on your BDSM test results. 70% Dom, 30% sub. He figured as much just by your pictures; you radiated a control that was both a challenge and an invitation. Scrolling down, he saw your second-to-last post was almost 4 months ago. So, not a regular, just like him.

The image made his breath catch. It was you, laying on your stomach, dragging the leash of a man who was presumably fucking you from behind over your shoulder. The lower half of his face was covered, but Yunho could clearly see the desperation in his eyes and the satisfied, knowing smirk on your face as the camera once again cut off half of it.

He swiped to the next post, and his heart rate skipped. You were outside, and he was already imagining you two together. You were tied up to a tree in pretty shibari ropes, a light brown that contrasted beautifully with your skin. The picture looked almost too artistic for the heavy implication. Your flowy pink dress and frilly socks were a stark contrast to the dirty forest floor. Your hair cast a shadow across your face as you looked to be happily swaying back and forth as much as your restraints let you. The location tag was Germany. He wondered if that's where you were from. But the Countries tagged kept changing as he scrolled on.

He could see the appeal, the power. He could see himself with you tying the ropes himself. he could see Mingi, too, with that desperate look in his eyes, looking to you for release, even if he shouldn't imagine his best friend there right now, or ever like this.

He scrolled back to your most recent post, the one from the hotel bathroom.

Mingi sensed a slight shift in the energy radiating from his ever-so-calm best friend, a sudden edge? He looked down from where his head was resting slightly on Yunho's shoulder while staring at his own phone to look at Yunho's. He choked, literally choked on his own spit, ending in a coughing fit that ripped Yunho from his daydreams.

"What the fuck was that?" Mingi rasped, his eyes watering as he tried to catch his breath.

Yunho fumbled, nearly dropping his phone as he scrambled to lock the screen, but it was too late. Mingi had seen enough. He'd seen the flash of skin, and most damningly, the bold red letters he'd just seen in the hallway.

"Is that... is that her?" Mingi asked, his voice a hoarse whisper, from his coughing . He pushed himself up, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and something else, something close to intrigue.

Yunho just stared at him, caught. He could lie, say it was a random profile, but what was the point? The evidence was still burned into Mingi's retinas. He could see the calculations happening behind Mingi's eyes, connecting the dots from the hallway encounter to this very specific, very private post.

"Yunho," Mingi said, his voice dropping lower, a new kind of awareness dawning on his face. "What are you doing?"

"Doing? Not much, as you can see," Yunho answered Mingi indifferently. Truth be told, he felt exposed, awfully so, but he tried to play it off, leaning back against the headboard with an air of nonchalance he didn't feel.

Mingi wasn't buying it. He sat up properly, the blankets pooling around his waist. "You know what I mean. What was that? Why do you have that?" He gestured vaguely at Yunho's phone, his expression a tangled mess of confusion and dawning horror.

Yunho sighed, the act dropping. He was caught. "It's an app, Mingi. A... hook-up app, I guess. But different."

"Different how?" Mingi asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"It's for... specific stuff. Fetishes and kinks ." Yunho ran a hand through his damp hair. "A senior put me on to it years ago. It's discreet. No names, no fuss." As Yunhos little ramble went on he filled his best friend in on what he had missed the hookups the girls and the guy.

He watched Mingi's face, saw the way his plush lips parted slightly, his boba eyes wide as he tried to process the new information. It was cute, the way he looked so flustered, like a computer trying to run a program it wasn't built for.

Mingi tried not to linger on the part where he mentioned hooking up with a guy, but Yunho saw the flicker in his eyes anyway. Yunhos mind also kept wandering there, to that one time, to the way Mingi was looking at him right now, with an unguarded curiosity that went straight to Yunho's crotch. He flinched internally. His best friend. This was not the time or the place.

Yunhos mind was running wild with what he'd just seen. He knew where you were, just down the hall. So accessible. Would you deny him? Or would you throw yourself at him because of who he is? Maybe you'd just want Mingi. Mingi, who was giving him doe eyes right now.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy with unspoken questions. Finally, Mingi broke it, his voice small and awkward. "So... you just... use it? Sometimes?"

"When I need to," Yunho said simply. "To let off steam."

Mingi nodded, his gaze dropping to the blanket. "I... I always thought women like that were hot," he confessed, so quietly Yunho almost missed it. "You know. Confident. The ones who... take charge."

A slow grin spread across Yunho's face. This was too good. "Oh, really? And here I thought you were the big alpha wolf. Especially with the last few girls you've brought around. All that posturing."

Mingi flushed, a deep pink creeping up his neck. "Shut up. It's different."

"Is it?" Yunho teased, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial murmur. He picked up his phone, unlocking it and bringing up your picture again. He dangled it in front of Mingi's face. "What about her, then? This one from the hallway. What do you think about her?"

Mingi's eyes were glued to the screen, to the curve of your arm, the bold red letters. He swallowed hard.

"Bet she wouldn't believe what her bias is saying right now," Yunho whispered, his voice a velvet taunt right beside Mingi's ear. "Since he's supposed to be such a big alpha."

He tried to look away from the phone, from the image of you leaning over the counter, but his eyes kept darting back. "I... I didn't mean... like that," he stammered, but his usual flustered demeanor was quickly being replaced by a defensive bravado he often wore around Yunho. "I just mean, she's hot. It's not that deep."

Yunho just grinned, a slow, predatory thing. He knew Mingi too well. He saw the flicker of genuine curiosity beneath the posturing. "Oh, I think it is," Yunho teased, his voice a low murmur. He let his thumb brush over Mingi's hand where it rested on the blanket. "I think you wonder what it would be like to have a woman like that look at you the way she's looking at the camera. To have her tell you what to do."

Mingi shivered, a barely perceptible tremor that he tried to cover with a scoff. "Shut up. I'm the one who'd be telling her what to do."

"Are you sure?" Yunho challenged, his eyes glinting. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "you don't look so sure."

Mingi's jaw tightened. He hated when Yunho saw right through him, but he also craved it. It was a maddening push and pull that had been simmering between them for years. He looked at the picture again, at the confident smirk on your face A fleeting thought, one he'd always pushed away before, surfaced with startling clarity. What would that even feel like?

"Fuck it," Yunho said suddenly, pulling back and standing up. He grabbed a t-shirt from his bag and pulled it on, then reached for his room key. "We're going down there."

Mingi's eyes went wide. "What? No. Yunho, we can't just show up."

"Why not?" Yunho challenged, turning to face him. "She's right down the hall. She put it out there. We're interested." He gestured between them. "What's the worst that can happen? She says no. At least we'll know."

Mingi hesitated, his mind racing. The thought of it, of seeing you again, was terrifying. But the thought of Yunho going alone was somehow worse. He stood up, "Fine. But if she laughs at us, I'm blaming you."

Meanwhile, you were back on the floor, meticulously organizing your newly acquired stickers into a binder while your friends debated the artistic merits of bead placement on Freebie bracelets. A sharp, unexpected knock on the door made you all jump.

Your best friend, closest to the door, rolled her eyes and got up. "If that's room service, I swear to god..."

She pulled the door open, and her annoyed expression instantly melted into one of pure, unadulterated shock. Standing in the hallway were Song Mingi and Jeong Yunho.

"Hi," Yunho said, his voice a smooth, confident rumble. "Sorry to bother you. Is our friend from the hallway in? The one with the... very direct fashion sense?"

Your other friend, the non-ATINY, just looked confused. "Who?"

Your best friend shot her a look that could kill before turning back to them. "Uh... yeah. She's here."

You finally found your feet, standing up and walking to the door. "Yunho. Mingi," you said, your voice steady despite the frantic pounding of your heart. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"We were just having a debate," Yunho said, his eyes roaming over you in a way that made your skin tingle. He leaned against the doorframe, all casual grace and simmering confidence. "Mingi here seems to think that 'Fix On' is just a fashion statement. I think it's a challenge."

Mingi, standing slightly behind him, managed a smirk that was surprisingly convincing. "I just think you talk a big game," he said, his voice deeper than you expected.

You laughed, a genuine, delighted sound. "Is that so? Well, you're standing in the way of me and my very important sticker-sorting. Was there something else you wanted?"

"Maybe we just wanted to see if you're as bold in person as you are on your phone," Yunho added, his tone playful.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "My phone? I don't..."

Without another word, Yunho swiftly raised his phone, the screen illuminating your face. There it was. Your mirror selfie. The damp skin, the strategically placed arm, the bold red "Fix On," and the caption: "who wants to be my good boy ?"

Your best friend let out a choked gasp, while your other friend just looked between you and the phone, her expression a mixture of confusion and realization that you were still on the damn app she told you to delete about 5 hookups ago. Your own eyes widened for a split second before you masked your surprise with a slow, knowing smile. "Well, that depends on who's asking."

Your friends, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, took a step back, giving you space. One mouthed "what the fuck" to your other best friend, who just frantically shushed her with wide, excited eyes.

Yunho's smirk was devastating. "I think you know who's asking." He took a small step forward, invading your personal space just enough to make your heart beat faster. "So, are you going to invite us in to find out? Or are you all talk and no action?"

Mingi, emboldened by the charge in the air, added his own two cents. "We're just curious. About the game you're playing."

You let the silence hang for a moment, enjoying the way their eyes were fixed on you. "Curiosity killed the cat, you know."

"Good thing we're not cats," Yunho shot back smoothly.

A slow grin spread across your face. "Alright," you conceded, your voice dropping to a low purr. "I'll play. But this isn't exactly the right venue for the kind of games I have in mind." You gestured vaguely down your room. "Too many ears."

Yunho's eyes flicked past you into the room again, his grin never faltering. "We have a bit of a problem with that," he said, his voice dropping slightly. "Our room only has single beds. Not exactly... conducive to a party."

Mingi, catching on faster than you expected, stepped forward slightly. "Yeah, maybe let's just trade," he suggested, his tone surprisingly practical. "You get our room, we get yours." He looked at you, a genuine question in his eyes. "Think you can get your friends to do that?"

You held up a hand. "Alright," you said, your voice firm. "Give us a minute."

The moment the latch clicked, you whipped out your phone, your fingers flying across the screen. You pulled up the app, your heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and suspicion. You went to your profile views, a new notification blinking at the top. There it was. A view from just 15 minutes ago.

The username was 'yunGhoST'. It was a blank profile, just as you'd suspected. No bio. But the roles were listed: 100% Dom. And the only picture was of a man in a black Spider-Man jacket, his back turned to the camera as he looked out over what looked like a city skyline at night. Yeah Ghost my ass- I see you.

A thrill shot through you.

You turned to your friends, your expression a desperate plea. "Okay. You guys need to leave. Now."

"to where exactly? Ist past midnight." they both looked at you confused, "their room, the only have singles so I kinda agreed in your name that you would trade" you gave them your best puppy eyes, they didn't need to know that you technically didn't agree to anything.

"Are you kidding me right now?" your best friend whispered, her eyes wide with glee. "Yes! A thousand times yes!"

You looked to your other friend, who was already shaking her head. "Oh no. I'm not sleeping in some strange room. I'm comfortable here. And I'm tired."

You grabbed her hands, your voice dropping to a frantic whisper. "Please. I'm begging you. I will buy you whatever you want tomorrow. Blindboxes! All the Blindboxes you can find. I'll pay for your Miniso trip. Just... please. Take one for the team."

She sighed, rolling her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "Fine. But you owe me. Big time."

"You're the best!" you said, grabbing some snacks and shoving them into their arms. "Now get out before you change your mind."

You pushed them out the door, Mingi and Yunho waiting to hand them the key. As they scurried down the hallway, your best friend looked back, and Yunho, ever the showman, caught her eye and gave her a playful, conspiratorial wink. She nearly tripped over her own feet.

"Well," you said, leaning against the frame. "Looks like it's just us now."

The click of the door latch echoed in the sudden silence, a final, definitive sound that sealed the three of you in the room. The air quickly grew thick, heavy with unspoken intentions. Mingi, ever so slightly, took a step forward, a confident smirk playing on his lips. He was your bias. In his mind, the script was already written.

"So," he started, his voice a low purr as he reached for you. "I guess we should—"

"Ah, ah, ah," you interrupted, holding up a single finger that stopped him in his tracks. You didn't even look at him. Your eyes were locked on Yunho, who was leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed, watching the exchange with an amused, predatory glint in his eyes. "You don't get to make the rules here, Mingi-ya."

You slowly crossed the room and stopped directly in front of Yunho, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You looked up at him, a challenging smile on your lips. "He's right, though. We should. But you brought me the pretty, puppy," you gestured vaguely towards Mingi without breaking eye contact with Yunho, "so I think you get to go first. No?"

Yunho's smirk widened. "I like the way you think."

"well I don't"

Before Yunho could make a move, you grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the bed. "Sit," you commanded, your voice soft but firm. He didn't hesitate, sinking onto the edge of the mattress, his eyes never leaving yours. Then you turned to Mingi, who was standing there looking utterly lost, his confidence shattered. "And you," you said, pointing to the plush armchair in the corner. "Sit. Watch."

Mingi's jaw tightened, a flicker of defiance in his eyes, but he did as he was told, sinking into the chair. He watched, his gaze intense, as you knelt on the floor in front of Yunho.

You didn't rush. You ran your hands slowly up Yunho's thighs, feeling the taut muscle beneath his jeans. You leaned in, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the bulge straining against the denim, smiling when you heard him take in a sharp breath. You looked up at him from under your lashes, your expression a perfect blend of innocence and sin. "Eager, are we?"

"Something like that," he gritted out, his hand coming up to rest on the back of your head. He applied the slightest bit of pressure, a silent request to get on with it.

You just smiled, pulling back slightly. "My pace, Yunho." You slowly, torturously popped the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. You freed him, his cock springing out, hard and flushed. You wrapped your hand around the base, giving it one slow, firm stroke before leaning in to swirl your tongue around the tip.

Yunho's head fell back with a groan, his fingers tightening in your hair. You took him into your mouth, setting a languid, teasing rhythm. You weren't kneeling before him in worship; you were in control, and every slow drag of your lips, every flick of your tongue, was a reminder of that fact. You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you took him deeper, your free hand resting possessively on his thigh.

Across the room, Mingi was a statue of barely contained frustration. He watched the way Yunho's face contorted in pleasure, the way your head bobbed between his legs. He could see the way you were teasing him, the power you held, and a fresh wave of arousal washed over him. His own cock was painfully hard, trapped in his jeans. Without thinking, his hand drifted down, pressing against his erection, seeking some friction.

As he palmed himself, his gaze drifted from you to Yunho. He watched the way Yunho's head was thrown back, the long line of his throat exposed, his lips parted in a silent moan. The dim hotel light caught the sweat beading on his temple, making his skin glow. He looked... wrecked. Beautiful. And a thought, dangerous and unwelcome, surfaced in Mingi's mind: He looks so hot like that.

Almost as if he'd heard the thought, Yunho's eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, flicked over to Mingi. Their gazes locked across the room. Yunho saw the movement, the desperate palming, but he also saw the raw, unguarded longing in Mingi's eyes. It wasn't just directed at you. A jolt of something hot and possessive shot through him. He wanted to be the one to put that look on Mingi's face. He wanted to be the one to make him fall apart

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "You're not being a very good boy for her, Mingi," he rasped, his voice thick with arousal. "Touching yourself without permission."

Your movements stopped. You lifted your head, turning to look at Mingi over your shoulder, your lips swollen and wet. "No one told you you could touch yourself," you said, your voice dangerously calm. "Did we?"

The words hit Mingi like a physical blow. A shiver, sharp and electric, shot down his spine. He wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to being the one who was corrected, the one who was told no. His mouth fell agape, but no sound came out. He didn't apologize, not yet, but he slowly, reluctantly, removed his hand, placing it on the arm of the chair as if it were chained there. He just stared at you, wide-eyed and breathing hard.

Satisfied, you turned back to Yunho, but instead of resuming, You rose slowly from your knees, The silence in the room was a living thing, your lips felt swollen, your jaw ached in a satisfying way, and a predatory thrill hummed under your skin. You wiped a stray bit of moisture from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, not breaking eye contact with the man still panting on the edge of the bed.

Then, you turned your full attention to the other one.

Mingi was a statue carved from tension and disbelief. He sat in that armchair like it was an electric chair, his back ramrod straight, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles were white. His eyes, wide and dark, were fixed on you, but it was a look of pure, unadulterated shock. He looked like a man who had just seen a ghost, or perhaps a god, and wasn't sure whether to pray or run.

"You wanted to go first, didn't you?" you asked, your voice laced with a condescending sweetness that made him flinch. You gestured to the bed, to the spot right beside Yunho. "Sit there."

The command hung in the air. For a second, you thought he might actually bolt. His gaze darted to the door, then back to you, a wild animal caught in a trap. Yunho, the silent observer, watched the exchange with a dark amusement, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he leisurely began to pull down the rest of his jeans, the soft shuffling of the fabric loud in the quiet room.

Mingi moved as if in a trance, rising from the chair and crossing the small space to the bed. He sat, but not where you'd pointed. He perched on the absolute edge of the mattress, a good foot of pristine white hotel bedding separating him from Yunho, as if it were a demilitarized zone. He looked like he was about to flee into the night, coiled and ready to spring.

A flicker of something- doubt, maybe crossed your mind. Was this too much? Too fast? You were pushing, and you knew it. The power was intoxicating, but you needed him to want this, not just be cornered by it. You softened your tone just enough to take the sharp edge off, letting a sliver of genuine care show through.

"Before we go any further," you said, your voice losing its teasing lilt and becoming serious, "we need a word. A safeword. If anything gets too much, if you feel weird or scared or just want to stop, you say 'red.' We stop instantly. No questions.Green if you're fine and yellow if you need me to slow down. Understand?"

Mingi stared at you, his breath hitching in his chest. Red? The word echoed in his head.It was so… formal. So real. This wasn't just a drunken fumble; this was a scene with rules, and he was the one who didn't know them. He was more unsure of what you were planning to do than ever before, but the compulsion to listen, to obey, was a magnetic pull he couldn't escape. He gave a short, sharp nod.

"Good," you said, your voice snapping back to its previous sternness. "Then come closer."

He hesitated for only a second before shuffling on his knees toward the center of the bed, finally settling right next to Yunho, their shoulders nearly touching. The proximity made the air crackle.

You knelt again, this time positioning yourself between Yunho's spread legs. You didn't touch him yet. Instead, you looked up, past Yunho's chest, and locked eyes with Mingi. This was for him. A performance. You leaned in slowly, letting your breath ghost over the head of Yunho's cock before you flattened your tongue and gave one long, slow lick from base to tip.

Yunho's head fell back with a guttural groan, his hand flying to your hair. "Fuck," he breathed. But then he remembered his role. He lifted his head, his eyes finding Mingi's. "Look at her, Mingi," he rasped, his voice tight with pleasure. "See how good she is? Pathetic that you can only watch."

The word "pathetic" hit Mingi like a physical slap. He flinched, his face burning with shame, but his cock, trapped painfully in his jeans, throbbed in response. He hated it. He hated the way Yunho's words cut him down, but he loved the way they made him feel, the way they coiled hot and tight in his stomach.

Yunho, meanwhile, was fighting his own war. Every nerve ending was on fire. You were torturing him, your mouth a perfect, wet heat as you took him in, your hand gently rolling his balls. He wanted to let go, to fuck up into your mouth, to grab your hair and hold you down until you were crying and choking around him. But he held back, thinking of the payback for later. He channeled all that frustration, all that desperate need for control, onto the man beside him.

"I bet you didn't think you'd get chucked tonight, did you?" Yunho ground out, his voice a low taunt as he watched Mingi squirm. "Big bad Mingi, can't even lay his own fan." He watched, fascinated, as Mingi's hands fisted the sheets. He saw the way Mingi's gaze kept dropping from his face to his cock, to your mouth. He saw the frantic, trapped look in his eyes and the way his own body was betraying him. It was then that Yunho noticed it: a small, dark damp patch on the light wash of Mingi's jeans, right over the head of his cock. He'd leaked through his underwear.

Yunho let out a dark chuckle. "Look at you. So desperate you're soaking your jeans."

Mingi made a choked sound, immediately trying to cover the spot with his hand, his face a mask of mortification. But you were faster. Without breaking your rhythm, you reached over and firmly grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away and pinning it to the bed. You forced him to bathe in the humiliation of it, to sit there, rock hard and leaking, while you sucked his best friend off.

The shame was a tidal wave, but beneath it, a darker, more thrilling current pulled at him. He was exposed, completely at your and Yunho's mercy, and the helplessness was terrifyingly arousing.

A new, dangerous thought flickered through Yunho's mind. He imagined Mingi right there, next to you. He pictured Mingi's plush lips, the ones he'd seen a million times, stretched around his cock, licking the parts of his shaft that didn't fit in your mouth, sucking his balls into that hot, wet mouth while you worked the head. The image was so vivid, so potent, that he felt his balls tighten.

He looked down at you, at the way your hollowed cheeks and the determined glint in your eyes. "I'm close," he managed to warn.

And just like that, you stopped.

You pulled off him with a wet pop, leaving him twitching in the cool air. You wrapped your hand around his slick, hard length and pumped him fast, your thumb rubbing mercilessly over the sensitive head. He hissed, his back arching, his head thrown back in a silent scream of pleasure and frustration.

"Keep eye contact," you commanded, your voice sharp.

Yunho's eyes snapped open, locking onto yours.

"Not with me," you said, nodding your head toward Mingi. "With him."

The world tilted on its axis. Both boys' heads whipped toward each other, their gazes clashing. It was raw and immediate. You felt the power surge through you. "If either of you breaks eye contact until I let you, neither of you will be coming tonight."

The threat hung in the air, absolute. Yunho's abdomen began to tense, the orgasm building, a freight train speeding down the track. He forced himself to stare at Mingi, at the blown-out pupils and the parted lips. He saw a universe of confusion and want in Mingi's eyes. He saw the desperate, deranged need to look away, to look at Yunho's cock, to watch him cum, and something else… a long-underlying want to be the one to make it happen.

"Focus on me," Yunho growled, his voice strained. It was both a command and a plea. "You probably wish that was you, huh? Wishing you were the one making me feel this good?"

He expected a defiant glare, another flinch. He didn't expect the tiny… nod.

That was it. The unspoken confession. The simple, submissive gesture sent Yunho's body into overdrive. You felt it, the sudden, powerful pulse of the vein in his cock against your palm. You let go just in time, leaning back to watch the show.

Yunho's orgasm ripped through him. His back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he came, stripes of white painting his own stomach and chest. His eyes, wide with shock and pleasure, remained locked on Mingi's through the entire, shattering climax.

The room was silent save for their ragged breathing. You let the moment hang, letting them both float down in the charged atmosphere.

"I didn't say you could cum just now, did I?" you reminded Yunho, your voice calm and casual.

His eyes, still locked with Mingi's, widened fractionally. He had been so lost in the storm, so focused on the command to maintain eye contact, that he'd forgotten the most fundamental rule: you were in charge right now. A flicker of defiance warred with the post-orgasmic haze in his expression, but it was a short-lived battle. He was the one who'd practised this game, and he knew how to play. Slowly, while still looking at his best friend, he shook his head, the gesture a clear admission of his transgression.

"Look at me," you commanded.

Both boys finally freed from their staring contest whipped their heads up toward you, their movements almost comically synchronized. Yunho's face was a mask of dawning resignation, his chest still heaving. Mingi just looked lost, his gaze darting between you and the mess on Yunho's stomach, his own shame and arousal a palpable cloud around him.

You let your gaze drift from Yunho's face down to the cum splattered across his toned abdomen. Then you looked at Mingi. His lips were parted, his eyes wide and fixed on the same spot. You saw it then-the desperate, thirsty curiosity. You remembered Yunho's taunt, "You probably wish that was you, huh?" and how Yunho had throbbed right after. You saw the way he'd looked at Yunho after he came. You put two and two together, and the sum was a beautiful Idea. You wanted to see how far you could take this, how far you could push your little yaoi fantasy into reality.

"You want to taste?" you asked Mingi.

It wasn't a command. It was a question, soft and direct, and it landed like a bomb.

Mingi's entire body went rigid. A deep, violent blush spread from his chest up his neck, flooding his face until he looked sunburnt. He was ashamed, mortified to be so transparent, but he was also desperate, the desire a gnawing ache in his gut. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even breathe. All he could do was give another tiny nod.

"Use your words, baby," you coaxed, your voice dropping to a low, encouraging purr. "Yes."

The word was a whisper, a puff of air so quiet you almost missed it. But it was there.

"Good boy," you praised, and the simple phrase made his shoulders slump in relief. You stood up, gesturing to the space you'd just vacated between Yunho's legs. "Clean him up."

Mingi hesitated before moving, his body stiff with uncertainty. He took your spot, settling on his knees. Yunho groaned, a low, broken sound, and let his head fall back against the pillows, his eyes squeezing shut as if he couldn't bear to watch.

Mingi leaned down, his movements clumsy. He stuck out his tongue and, with a hesitant flick, licked a tiny bit of cum from Yunho's pelvic bone. The taste was salty, bitter, it sent a jolt straight through him.

"Come on, baby, we don't have all day," you chided from your new vantage point above them.

You reached down, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of Mingi's neck. You tightened your grip, just enough to make him gasp, and used it as a handle to push his head down, dragging his tongue through the cooling mess on Yunho's abs.

Mingi moaned, a muffled, desperate sound vibrating against Yunho's skin. He lost all pretense of hesitation, his tongue lapping eagerly, cleaning every drop. He could feel Yunho's cock, which had never fully gone down, begin to stir again against his neck, thickening and bobbing with renewed interest as he licked his best friend's release from his body. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of submission, intimacy, and a raw, primal arousal that made his own cock ache in response.

When he was done, he drew back, his face glistening, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He looked utterly wrecked. You leaned down and, to his complete shock, pressed a soft, satisfied kiss to his flushed cheek. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Mingi was reeling. The taste of Yunho was still on his tongue, a salty, bitter proof that he had crossed a line he never even knew was there. He was frozen on his knees between Yunho's legs, his mind a chaotic storm of shame and a terrifying, exhilarating arousal. He had just… licked his best friend's cum off his stomach. At a fan's command. The reality of it crashed over him in waves, and he had no idea how to swim.

Yunho saw the internal turmoil. He saw the way Mingi's shoulders had started to shake, the way his gaze had gone distant. While Yunho was still buzzing from his orgasm and the shocking thrill of watching Mingi, he knew the scene would shatter if Mingi broke now. With a sigh that was part fondness, part exasperation, he hooked his thumbs into his boxers and pulled them back up, covering himself.

"Mingi. Come here."

Yunho's voice was soft but firm, leaving no room for argument. He reached out, his hand closing around Mingi's bicep, and tugged. Mingi, pliant and lost, offered no resistance, allowing himself to be pulled up and maneuvered until he was straddling Yunho's lap. The intimacy was shocking. Their chests were pressed together, their faces mere inches apart. Yunho's warm, bare skin was a stark contrast to the rough denim of Mingi's jeans. It was too close, too real.

And then Yunho kissed him.

It wasn't gentle. It was a rough, claiming press of lips, a way to ground him, to pull him back from the ledge. But beneath the force, there was a question. Are you okay with this? Is this too much? Mingi, overwhelmed and desperate for an anchor, just melted into it. He parted his lips with a soft gasp, his hands coming up to grip Yunho's shoulders as he kissed back with a clumsy, desperate need. It was messy and raw, all clashing teeth and shared breath, and it was the most honest thing that had happened all night.

When they broke apart, they were both breathing heavily. You were watching from the side of the bed, your arms crossed, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across your face.

"That's a good start," you said, your voice a lazy purr. "But I want to see how desperate you are. Yunho, lie back." Yunho complied instantly, settling against the pillows, his hands resting on Mingi's hips. " I want you to rut against his thigh. Show us." You came up behind Mingi, whispering right over his shoulder.

The command hit Mingi like a splash of ice water. He froze, his entire body locking up. It was one thing to be commanded, to be pushed into a moment. It was another thing entirely to perform so blatantly, to put his desperate, untouched arousal on display. "I... I don't..." he stammered, his gaze darting between you and Yunho, panic flaring in his eyes.

You moved instantly, kneeling on the bed in front of him. You took his face in your hands, your touch gentle but firm, forcing him to look at you. "It's okay, baby," you murmured, your thumbs stroking his burning cheeks. "Just feel. Don't think. Let us take care of you. Doesn't it sound hot, letting us control you?"

Your words were a balm to his humiliation, a permission slip for his own desire. The gentle dominance in your voice soothed the frayed edges of his panic. He searched your eyes and found no mockery, only a genuine, heated anticipation. He looked down at Yunho, who was watching him with a dark, encouraging gaze, his hands still resting on Mingi's hips, a silent promise of support.

Slowly, shyly, Mingi nodded.

"Good boy," you whispered, and you leaned in to press a soft, reassuring kiss to his forehead. "Now move."

He took a shaky breath and started to move. It was awkward at first, a slow, experimental rock of his hips. The friction of his jeans against Yunho's firm, muscular thigh sent a jolt of pleasure straight through him. He did it again, a little more confidently this time, and a choked moan escaped his lips.

"That's it," Yunho encouraged, his voice a low rumble. His grip on Mingi's hips tightened, guiding him, setting a rhythm. "Just like that. Show her how bad you need it."

The words, the praise, the friction it all became a blur. Mingi's shyness eased just a little, replaced by a desperate, grinding need. He chased the pleasure, his movements becoming more erratic, more frantic. He was rutting against his best friend like a teenager, his head falling onto Yunho's shoulder as soft, broken whimpers fell from his lips. He could feel Yunho's hardening cock against his own leg, and it only spurred him on, the proof of Yunho's arousal a validation of his own.

You watched, utterly captivated. This was better than you'd imagined. The sight of your "bias," completely undone, reduced to a whimpering, desperate mess seeking release on his best friend's thigh, was the most intoxicating thing you had ever seen. He was beautiful in his desperation, and you wanted to see him fall apart completely.

For a few moments, they were lost in their own world. The rhythm of Mingi's hips grew more confident, more desperate, as he ground himself against Yunho's thigh. Yunho met his movements with small, upward thrusts of his own, his hands a firm, grounding pressure on Mingi's hips. It was a frantic, clumsy dance, a silent conversation of need and want. An hour ago, Mingi would have never, in his wildest dreams, believed he would end up in this situation. The sheer unreality of it was staggering, but right now, he didn't trust his brain to form coherent thoughts, let alone find the words to ask for what he craved next: your attention.

His eyes started drifting from Yunho's face, searching the room, landing on you. A soft, desperate whine escaped his lips, a sound he didn't even realize he was making. It was a plea.

Yunho noticed the shift immediately. He felt the change in Mingi's focus, the way his rhythm faltered as he sought you out. With a low hum of understanding, Yunho's mouth drifted from Mingi's jawline down to the long, vulnerable column of his throat. He remembered this. He remembered how Mingi would come back from his very few sexual encounters or short-lived girlfriends with artfully concealed purple marks blooming on his skin, his neck and throat his most obvious weakness.

Yunho bit down gently, then soothed the spot with his tongue, before sucking a patch of skin into his mouth. He was rewarded instantly. Mingi cried out, his entire body shuddering violently. His hips stuttered and then began to grind with a renewed, frantic energy. The combination of the friction on his cock and the sharp, possessive pleasure on his neck was unraveling him completely.

That was your cue. You moved onto the bed behind Mingi, fitting yourself against his back. The heat of his body seeped through your clothes. You wrapped your arms around his front, your hands sliding under the hem of his still-wrinkled shirt. Your palms splayed across the warm, firm skin of his stomach, feeling the way his muscles clenched with every roll of his hips.

"Is this what you want?" you murmured directly into his ear, your voice a low, teasing whisper. "My attention?"

Mingi could only manage a frantic, jerky nod, his head falling back onto your shoulder as he panted for breath. He was completely surrounded, pinned between the two of you, a prisoner of pleasure. Your hands roamed upwards, your fingers tracing the lines of his ribs, your thumbs brushing over his nipples. He gasped, his back arching, pushing his chest further into your touch.

The stimulation was overwhelming. The relentless pressure of his jeans, the solid muscle of Yunho's thigh, the wet heat of Yunho's mouth on his throat, and your teasing hands on his chest—it was all too much. He could feel the coil in his stomach tightening to an impossible degree. His movements became jagged, his whimpers turning into high, desperate cries. He was right there, teetering on the edge, about to make a mess of himself like a teenager.

Just as he felt the first wave of his orgasm begin to crest, you stopped him.

Your hands flew from his chest to his hips, stilling his movements with an iron grip. At the same time, Yunho's hands clamped down, holding him in place. Mingi cried out in pure, agonizing frustration, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back

"Aww, did you really think I'd let you finish that easily?" you cooed, your tone sickeningly sweet as you nipped at his earlobe. He shook his head, a sob of denial caught in his throat. He felt like he was going to die.

You released him and pushed yourself away from them both, kneeling back on the bed to survey your work. Yunho was watching you with a dark, hungry look, while Mingi was a whimpering, disheveled mess, his face buried in Yunho's shoulder, his body shaking with denied release.

"Strip," you commanded, your voice leaving no room for argument. "Both of you."

The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and denied release. Mingi was still trembling, his face buried in the crook of Yunho's neck, trying to piece himself back together. Yunho's gaze, however, had found yours. It was a look of shared, dark triumph, a silent acknowledgment of your perfect, cruel harmony. But beneath it was something else, a promise. A silent, heated vow that this wasn't just about Mingi. That you would come back to each other. That when this was all over, it would be your turn. You gave him a subtle nod, and the understanding passed between you, unspoken but solid as steel.

Your attention shifted back to the man on the bed. Mingi had finally pushed himself up, his movements slow and clumsy as he fumbled with the button on his jeans. You knelt on the bed, watching him. As he shucked the denim down his legs, his belt, a thick strip of black leather, clattered onto the hotel carpet. Before he could kick it away, you snatched it up. The leather was still warm from his body.

He froze, his eyes wide as he watched you stand up, the belt dangling from your finger like a trophy. "Since you're clearly new to this," you began, your voice a low, calm murmur, "we're going to make sure you behave. A few rules. You don't touch unless you're told. You don't cum unless you're told. Understand?" He nodded, his throat working. "Good. Touching me is a reward. Touching Yunho is a reward. You have to earn it. And right now," you said, looping the leather around your hands, "you're just going to watch."

You moved him to the head of the bed. "Hands out." He hesitated for a split second before holding out his wrists, his pulse fluttering wildly under your thumbs as you wrapped his own belt around them, cinching it just tight enough to hold. He tested the restraints, a flicker of panic in his eyes as he realized the reality of his helplessness.

"Hey," you said, your voice firm but gentle, catching his gaze. "Color?"

"Green," he whispered, the word a breath of air.

"Good boy."

You stood up, and the real show began. With Mingi's eyes locked on you, you took of your top and slowly reached behind your back and unhooked your bra, letting it fall away. Yunho rose from the bed, moving to stand behind you. His hands were warm on your waist, his chest pressed against your back. He was a silent partner in this performance, his touch a brand on your skin as you hooked your thumbs into your shorts. You slid them down your legs, stepping out of them and tossing them aside.

Now you were almost naked, standing before them both in just your lace panties. Yunho's hands began to wander, tracing the curve of your hips, sliding up your stomach to cup your breasts. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping you as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. This was for Mingi. Every touch, every sound was a weapon aimed directly at his self-control.

You moved closer, pressing your ass against his already hard cock. You began to grind against him, a slow, deliberate roll of your hips that had him hissing in your ear. You kept your eyes on Mingi, watching the way his fists clenched in his restraints, the way his cock, now free and impossibly hard, lay flush against his stomach.

You pulled away from Yunho and crawled back onto the bed, straddling Mingi's thighs. The sheer size of him was thrilling. You had to spread your legs so wide to accommodate his lap, your thighs stretched taut around him. You loved it, this feeling of physical dominance over such a large man. You began to grind yourself against his cock, slow and torturous. The fabric of your panties was a thin barrier, you could feel the heat of him, the hard line of him pressing against your clothed slit.

You leaned down, flicking your tongue over one of his nipples. He gasped, his entire body jerking. "Sensitive here?" you murmured against his skin.

Yunho moved to kneel on the bed beside you, his presence a hot, heavy weight. He leaned in, his lips brushing Mingi's ear. "She's so wet, look at that," he whispered, his voice a low, filthy rasp. "All for us. You'd make her feel so good if we let you."

Mingi was a mess of whimpers and shudders. He was the center of their universe, every touch, every word designed to elicit a reaction from him, and he was starting to understand the dynamic. He was the one in restraints, the one being tormented, but both of you craved his submission.

You shifted your hips, changing the angle. You dragged your clothed clit over the head of his cock, over and over, a slow, maddening rhythm. The friction was incredible, soaking the thin fabric with a mixture of his leaking precum and your own arousal. You could feel yourself getting closer, your own breath hitching as you chased that high.

Yunho's hands were on you again, from behind this time, pushing you down. "That's it," he growled in your ear, his voice thick with desire. "Take what you want." He was domming you, just a little, and you let him, letting him guide your movements, pressing you harder against Mingi's straining cock.

The combination was too much. The feel of Mingi beneath you, the sound of his desperate whines, and Yunho's possessive grip on your hips sent you over the edge. You cried out, your body shuddering as your orgasm washed over you. As you came, you felt Mingi tense beneath you, a choked sob tearing from his throat as his own orgasm was ruthlessly denied by Yunho, who lifted you up slightly just in time, to break his best friends rythm .

You collapsed against his chest, panting, and felt the frantic, desperate beat of his heart against your cheek. He was so close, so painfully close, and you had just used him for your own pleasure, leaving him a trembling, whimpering mess. And you knew, with a certainty that thrilled you to your core, that you were going to do it again.

"God, look at you two," came from behind you, you smile at Yunho over your shoulder, looking back down at Mingi, who's looking at you with hopeful eyes, waiting on your every command. Your hand reaches up to stroke some of his blonde hair out of his face, gently stroking his head to help him relax.

You slide off Mingi's lap to kneel beside him. You start a slow, methodical exploration of his upper body with your hands and mouth, not teasing him , but grounding. You trace his collarbones, kiss the line of his jaw, murmur about how strong his shoulders look. "You have no idea how long I've dreamed about this," you tell him, your voice low and sincere. Your eyes meet his, and for a moment, the air crackles with a promise that this is more than just tonight.

While you're focused on his chest and arms, Yunho takes his lower half. He's not gentle. He kneels between Mingi's spread legs and runs his hands possessively up his strong thighs. A hard bite to the inner thigh followed by a soothing lick makes Mingi yelp. Yunho's marking his territory. "Look at you. you're just letting us use you. Fucking pervert."

Slowly, you morph your touches back into edging. Your hands drift down his stomach, your fingers ghosting over his cock. Yunho's hands are on his thighs, holding him open. You finally wrap your hand around him, but you don't move. You just hold him, feeling him pulse and throb in your grip. You start a painfully slow, twisting stroke, just enough to build pressure. You give him a clear command: "Don't move."

When Yunho is sure that Mingi won't move for now, he moves. Like a predator, he sets his eyes on you, the neglect of his throbbing erection catching up to him. He takes charge. He stands up, his cock proudly on display, and looks down at Mingi. "You've had all the attention so far. It's my turn." You look up at him, stroking his cock right next to your face. Usually, you'd have put any man in his place; you don't take commands well, and Yunho should know by now that no one commands any turn from you, but you humor him, mostly because you know it will edge Mingi on. You can already feel his restraint slipping, trying hard not to buck up into your hand. You slow down your stroking much to his demise and stick your tongue out towards Yunho's cock. Yunho pushes forward, the head barely on your tongue, and you jerk back, teasing him with a smile on your face. You give one last squeeze to Mingi's cock and stop your administration, feeling his increased squirming from watching the show.

Not wanting to risk him blowing his load "early"—as early as it can be after being denied multiple times—you keep your hand around his shaft, possessively still.

Yunho grits his teeth and tangles a hand in your hair, slightly pulling your head forward to test the waters. You let him. He pulls you towards him while simultaneously pressing his cock back towards your mouth. This time, you envelop him fully, letting him buck up to the back of your throat as he throws his head back in pleasure.

From Mingi's point of view, this is exquisite torture. He's suffocated by the scent and sight of you, but he can't touch. All he can see is Yunho's hands all over you, Yunho's cock in your mouth. He can hear the soft sounds you make for Yunho. He's being cucked, again, and the humiliation is burning him alive. He can feel your hand pressing against his cock; he's so hard it hurts.

Mingi's frustration is written on his face. He tries to utter a complaint before Yunho stops him with one stern look. His throat tightens, the words dying on his tongue. He knows he's in no position to complain; all your attention has been on him, but god, he wants you for himself and Yunho, and maybe he's just an attention whore. Yunho's pace picks up until he's just rutting in small, fast strokes down your throat. "I need to cum—please, can I?" he looks down at you, his ears red, eyes glassy. You have a feeling this is the first time Yunho has begged a girl for anything.

You pull off and stroke him over your mouth. "Whenever you want, baby," your voice is sore. Yunho groans at the sight, then looks at Mingi. "Look at her, Ming. She's waiting for my cum. Bet you wished you were me, hm? Or would you rather be her, eat my cum again, you little whore?" Mingi's mouth hangs open. He can't answer, just takes it as his best friend speaks right out of his mind. He doesn't know who he'd rather be, you or him; it overwhelms him, and just as Yunho finally cums, shooting his load onto your mouth and face, it happens. The combined sensory input is too much, the lack of movement while your hand rests so possessively on him... He tries to obey, he really does, but his hips start to twitch. A small, involuntary buck. Then another. He's trying to fuck your hand, breaking the cardinal rule.

You and Yunho stop instantly.

The pleasure vanishes, replaced by a sudden, cold emptiness. Mingi's eyes fly open, wide with horror at what he's just done. He looks from your still face to Yunho's smirking face.

You pull your hand away completely, leaving him bereft. "Aww," you coo, your voice dripping with condescending disappointment. "You were doing so well. But you just couldn't help yourself, could you? You couldn't follow one simple instruction."

Yunho chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound. "Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson in patience."

The air in the room was thick with the aftermath of Yunho's pleasure and Mingi's failure. You wiped a smear of cum from your cheek with the back of your hand, your gaze fixed on Mingi, who looked utterly devastated.

"Rules exist for a reason, Mingi," you began, your voice calm and steady, cutting through his panicked breathing. "You broke one. So, now there's a consequence." You paused, letting the weight of your words settle. "This is new to you. If you don't want this, we don't have to take it this far. You can say no."

Mingi's head hung low, his gaze fixed on the tangled sheets. He couldn't look at Yunho, couldn't bear to see whatever judgment or disappointment might be there. "It's fine," he mumbled, his voice thick with shame. "I broke the rule. I understand."

He missed the proud, possessive look Yunho shot you, a silent acknowledgment of their shared creation.

"Good," you said. "Yunho, sit on the edge of the bed." Yunho complied instantly, settling himself. "Mingi, lay across his lap."

Mingi's head shot up, his eyes wide with disbelief and humiliation. Across his lap? "Can't... can't I just lay on the bed?" he asked, his voice small.

One look from you was all it took. He knew better than to argue. With a sigh of utter resignation, he got up and awkwardly positioned himself across Yunho's thighs, his ass presented, his face buried in the mattress beside Yunho's hip. The position was mortifying. You took of the belt restraining his arms, leaving him to Yunho

"You're going to get ten hits," you explained, your hand resting on the small of his back. "Five from me, and five from him. We want you to count them."

Yunho's arm came around Mingi's waist, pinning him securely in place. You raised your hand and brought it down on his bare ass. The sharp smack made him yelp.

"Count," you reminded.

He was so embarrassed he could barely speak. "...One."

You delivered the next four, each one making him flinch, his voice growing more strained with every number. By the fifth, he was crying softly, the humiliation and the stinging heat overwhelming him.

You stopped, gently rubbing his now-flushed skin. "You took your punishment so well, baby. So good for me. Now it's Yuyu's turn." You leaned down and kissed the tears from his cheeks. This was the moment it all came pouring out.

"I... I liked it," he choked out, his voice muffled by the sheets. "I... I liked you being mean to me."

You and Yunho shared a look over his head. Exstatic. You'd found his core desire.

Yunho grabbed his ass, his grip harder than necessary, making Mingi gasp. "Do you only like it when she's being mean to you?" he finished his question with his first slap to Mingi's reddened ass. His hand was larger, the force significantly more intense. Mingi let out a long, unrestrained moan—the first real moan you'd heard from him all night, not a held-back whimper, but a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

It was a reward for you and Yunho, who only chuckled. "I'll take that as a no," Yunho said, massaging the stinging flesh. He took his time with his part of the punishment, letting his hand wander from Mingi's ass to his thighs before slapping down again. Mingi was biting his lip again, mortified by the sound he'd made earlier. After the five slaps were over, Mingi had a fresh set of tears running down his face, was closer than ever to coming untouched, and could feel how turned on Yunho was just from spanking him.

Yunho commanded Mingi to sit back in the chair across the bed. He couldn't believe it. After everything, after taking his punishment, he was hoping for a reward. You looked skeptically at Yunho, no idea when you'd given him the reins, but interested to see what he'd do. After all, you were just another Yungi shipper.

Yunho pulled you towards him. "How far are you willing to go tonight, baby?" The question took you aback. You didn't really think about how far you'd go; usually, you were alone with one sub, who you'd usually have fucked by now. But with both of them? The different vibes, the air so thick... you wanted everything.

You answered by dropping yourself into Yunho's lap and kissing him. He pulled you flush, your wet panties rubbing against him uncomfortably. He hissed and pulled you up. "Let's take these off," he mumbled against your lips, helping you out of your panties. He tossed them over onto Mingi's lap, who didn't dare move or touch them.

Yunho moved back on the bed and turned you around towards Mingi before pulling you down on his lap, spreading your legs towards him. Mingi sucked in a breath, his eyes fixed on you, raking down your body and up your face, unable to focus. Yunho let his hands wander across your skin, your stomach, your thighs, making you shudder and relax back into his embrace. You closed your eyes, the world slowing down as you focused on his hands running down your thighs together, stopping right before your core. One hand traveled up your stomach to your right breast, slowly massaging it. You couldn't see it, but you could feel his and Mingi's stares on you, the feeling of pure desire evident on both their faces.

Mingi was on his breaking point. He wanted nothing more than to touch you like this. You looked like an ethereal goddess to him. He surprised both you and Yunho when he suddenly pushed forward in his chair and, before he even got up, dropped right to his knees before you. "Please, let me touch her," he stared Yunho in the eyes, his voice loud and clear, so different from the shy Mingi from a few minutes ago. "Please, Hyung—" Mingi's voice broke slightly at the end, his composure not as strong as he was willing it to be.

You stretched your hand out towards the pretty man. "Come here, baby." Without needing it to be commanded, he crawled the small distance to you until he was right between yours and Yunho's legs on the edge of the bed. "I guess we should reward him, he was so good tonight, right baby?" Yunho spoke over your shoulder, landing a kiss on your jawbone. His left hand finally found your core, running his fingers through your folds to collect your wetness. You bucked your hips forward, but he held you back. Once he felt his fingers were satisfyingly coated, he held them out towards Mingi. "Taste her."

Mingi had to be told no more. His composure gone, his mind blank, his mouth wrapped around Yunhos's fingers. Yunho's other hand was busy grinding your ass back and forth against his length. After a minute you took matters into your own hands, pulling Mingi off Yunho's fingers by his hair, earning a groan from the man on his knees. You moved his face towards your core, needing your release like you needed air to breathe. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when his plush lips immediately found your clit, wrapping around it and giving you a gentle, almost teasing suck. But it wasn't teasing; no, Mingi needed this almost as much as you. This was him savoring his reward he had begged for.

You rocked forward a little, pushing yourself into his face to give him better access. Yunho's hand came back, squishing itself in between Mingi and you, but Mingi didn't let up. "Need to prep you for me, angel, okay?" Yunho whispered against your temple. Your head had fallen back on his shoulder at the combined pleasure of Yunho's hand and Mingi taking whatever he could in his mouth, running his tongue everywhere. Yunho pushed one finger inside you to start you easy. You immediately started to chase more, rutting your hips forward against Yunho's hand and Mingi's lips. Yunho held one of your legs up in the air for better access and to give Mingi more space. You felt yourself rush towards an orgasm faster than you ever had. Yunho pushed another finger in and scissored you open as Mingi worked his magic on your clit, sometimes slipping lower to lick the juices gushing out of you past Yunho's fingers, whining when he couldn't get enough.

You were so close, so close to your orgasm, when Yunho finally pushed a third finger in. You felt so full, but nothing could compare to his length pressed against your ass. It took all your willpower, so close to coming, to stop the two, grabbing Mingi's hair with one hand and pulling him back while simultaneously grabbing Yunho's wrist. "Stop!" your voice cut through the room, stern and rushed. Breathing heavily, you looked up at Yunho. "Wanna cum with you in me. Please—now!" you half-commanded, half-begged. You couldn't keep your act up with him; you wanted to give and take, and Yunho was intoxicating.

He cooed down at you, running his clean hand along your cheek. "How do you want me, baby?"

You didn't answer with words. You got up, the movement deliberate, and positioned yourself on the bed, ass up, face down. You presented yourself without a shred of modesty. You didn't care that you looked like a bitch in heat; you might as well have been.

Mingi and Yunho moved up on the bed, Mingi settling beside you, Yunho lining up behind. You felt Yunho's hands grab your cheeks, pulling them apart. You spread your legs wider, giving him a clear view of your hole, still slightly open and glistening from his fingers. He groaned at the sight, at the thought of finally being inside you.

Without the distraction of your pussy in his face, Mingi felt the awful ache of his hard, neglected cock, a screaming demand for release. He dug his hands into his upper thighs, rubbing and digging into the skin painfully, his head hanging low.

"It's okay, baby," you said, looking up at him, your voice soft. "You can touch yourself."

His face was a picture of pure unexpected relief. "Thank you..thank you so much," he breathed, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He gave a slow, experimental tug and almost fell forward, a litany of broken thank yous falling from his red, bitten lips.

"Tell us when you're close, baby," Yunho said from behind you. You didn't know if he was speaking to you or Mingi. You moaned as he finally pushed forward just the tip enough to strechyou so deliciously.

And then he was inside. He didn't ease into it. Yunho fucked you hard, his hips snapping against your ass with a force that stole your breath. His hands were everywhere, roaming up your back to grip your shoulders, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust. One hand snaked around your front, finding your clit and rubbing tight, harsh circles that made you see stars.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his voice a low, rough growl. "So tight and wet for me. You take my cock so well, angel." He was watching himself disappear into you, his gaze fixed on the place where your bodies joined. He thought about how this was real, how many times he'd imagined fucking a fan, and how it was even better than his fantasies.

You were lost in the sensation, the overwhelming fullness, the delicious stretch, the friction against your most sensitive spots. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, and you pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, begging for more with your body.

Mingi watched, completely entranced. His hand moved on his cock, but it was a subconscious, teasing rhythm. He didn't want it to be over yet. Every time he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine, he would slow down, hissing at the denial. He would stop stroking altogether, just rubbing the head of his cock with his thumb, focusing on the sight of you pushing back against Yunho, on the sound of your moans, on the slap of skin on skin.

Yunho couldn't help it, his need to edge Mingi on and all the revenge for his constant rage baiting "Look how pretty she is taking my cock, Mingi," Yunho grunted, his pace never faltering. "You got her so wet for me. Such a good boy, getting her ready for me, only for me to fuck her, not you"

The praise washed over Mingi, making his chest ache with a strange, pleasurable warmth. He was part of this. He was contributing. He was being good.

You could feel Yunho's rhythm becoming erratic, his thrusts losing their precision as he chased his own release. "Where do you want it, baby?" he gritted out.

"Inside," you gasped. "Cum in me."

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep and groaned, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into you. The feeling of him filling you up sent you tumbling over the edge, your own orgasm crashing through you, your walls clamping down around him as you cried out his name.

For a moment, you all just breathed. Then, you slowly turned over onto your back. Yunho collapsed beside you, a sated, lazy grin on his face. Mingi was still touching himself slowly, his eyes wide, locked on the sight of Yunho's cum beginning to drip out of your used hole. He was so close, so desperately close.

He finally broke. "Please," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Can I... can I come?"

You looked at him, at the hunger and desperation in his eyes. You knew what you're about to ask him would be a gamble, he'd never even thought of this, never considered this kind of depravity. "Come here and clean me up first," you said softly, "and I'll let you come soon."

It was the biggest test yet. He barley hesitated for less than a second before crawling between your legs and obeying. It was an act of ultimate submission, and it solidified his role. He lowered his head, his tongue hesitantly darting out to taste the combined mess of you and Yunho. When you didn't stop him, he grew bolder, licking you clean with a desperate hunger

He ate you, his movements a desperate hunger. He wasn't aiming for an orgasm; he was simply obeying, savoring the reward he'd been given. You praised him the entire time, your voice a soft, encouraging guide. "That's it, baby, just like that. You're doing so good for me. Our good boy." The praise was a potent drug, making his chest swell with a confusing mix of humiliation and pride.

As his tongue worked, his hips moved of their own accord, slowly rutting his neglected cock against the mattress, seeking friction, chasing a release that was still just out of reach. He was lost in it, in the service, in the taste of Yunho's claim and your pleasure. The slow, torturous drag of his cock against the rumpled sheets was a desperate, grounding rhythm, a reminder of the ache that still needed to be sated.

And through it all, Yunho watched.

He wasn't just a spectator; he was a connoisseur.Laying on his side, his head propped on his hand, his gaze heavy-lidded and dark with a renewed, predatory interest. He watched the way Mingi's broad shoulders flexed as he held himself over you, the way his muscles trembled with the effort of holding back. He saw the utter devotion in the line of Mingi's back as he bowed to your body. A slow, satisfied smirk spread across Yunho's face. He had shared you, but this, this was something else. This was Mingi, his best friend, willingly debasing himself for a taste of what Yunho had just taken. It was a power trip of the highest order.

"Look at that," Yunho's voice was a low, lazy purr, cutting through the soft, wet sounds of Mingi's mouth. "He's starving for it. Didn't even hesitate." His eyes flickered to yours, a shared, wicked amusement passing between you. "You've made him into a perfect little slut for us, baby."

The words made Mingi's entire body freeze for a second, a fresh wave of humiliation washing over him, but it only spurred him on. He licked into you with more fervor, his tongue flattening against your clit, wanting to prove Yunho right, wanting to be good.

You tangled your fingers in Mingi's hair, pulling him just a fraction closer. "He learns fast," you moaned, your back arching slightly. " good boy knows what he has to do to get what he wants."

Yunho's smirk widened. He reached out, his hand landing heavily on the small of Mingi's back, a proprietary touch. "Is that what you want, Mingi-ya?" he asked, his voice dropping to that low, teasing register he knew so well. "You wanna be our good boy? Gotta earn it. Make her feel good. Show me how grateful you are for the mess I left."

The command, coming from Yunho, was the final push. Mingi redoubled his efforts, his hips now grinding more insistently against the bed. The combination of your praise in his ears, Yunho's hand on his back, and the taste of you on his tongue was a sensory overload. He was so close, so painfully close, the friction of the mattress almost enough to send him over. He could feel his orgasm coiling at the base of his spine, a hot, tight promise.

He pulled back for a second to breathe, his lips slick and swollen, his eyes pleading. "Please," he whispered, the word directed at both of you. "I'm so close. I can't... I need to come."

You looked down at him, at his wrecked, desperate face, and then at Yunho, who gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod. You had the final say.

"Focus baby," you said, your voice firm but kind. "I want to come again. Make me come again. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good boy and wait?"

A choked sob escaped Mingi's throat, but he nodded frantically, burying his face back between your legs. He worked with a singular focus now, his tongue flicking and sucking, his nose nudging against your clit. Yunho's hand slid down from Mingi's back to his ass, squeezing it roughly. "That's it," Yunho encouraged. "Don't you dare stop. Let her feel how good you are."

Mingi's hips stilled their frantic rutting, his entire being focused on the task at hand. The pressure of holding back his own orgasm was immense, a physical ache that made his eyes water, but he channeled it all into his mouth. He curled his tongue just the way you liked, finding that spot inside you that made you gasp and tighten your grip in his hair.

"That's it, right there," you moaned, your thighs beginning to tremble. "Don't stop, Mingi, please, don't stop."

He obeyed, his tongue working relentlessly as you rocked your hips against his face. The coil in your stomach tightened, snapping in a wave of pleasure that washed over you, more intense than the last. You cried out, your body arching as you came against his mouth, his name a breathless whisper on your lips.

He lapped at you gently through your aftershocks, cleaning you meticulously until you were trembling with oversensitivity. You had to gently push his head away. He rested his cheek against your inner thigh, his breathing ragged, his cock still hard and leaking against the sheets. He had done it. He had waited.

You looked from his hopeful, desperate face to Yunho's triumphant one. You had something much better than the sheets in mind for where he was going to cum.

Mingi is a tear-stained, desperate mess. He's given you everything. It's time to give him what he needs.

You pull him up for a soft, praising kiss, tasting yourself and Yunho on his lips. "You've been so good for us, Mingi. So patient. You deserve a reward." You look deep into his eyes. "You want to fuck me, baby? Cum inside me?"

You kissed up his jaw as he moved over you, desperately nodding his head. You felt his hot length rub against your wet lips, and he groaned, unable to hold back. He looked at you with pleading eyes, wanting to sink into you, terrified of messing this up. Just a minute ago, he thought he'd have to cum rutting against the mattress; now, this was heaven on earth. You wiped the tears from his cheek as you wrapped your legs around him to pull him down and pressed a hot kiss against his lips.

He sobs in relief as he sinks into you, barely moving. He wants to savor this, so close to cumming it's like his first time all over again. In a sick and twisted way, it is his first time like this. He can't focus on the kiss as he slowly draws back to sink back in, his head dropping to your shoulder, another round of thank yous and pleases falling from his lips. He doesn't know what he's pleading for, having received a greater reward than he could have imagined. You crane your neck up towards Yunho, who immediately leans down to kiss you, long and passionate, all tongues and no breath.

And Mingi? He's whiny, his head moves down, crying into your chest. You move his face towards your nipple, and he doesn't need words, sucking it into his mouth and moaning around you.

The feeling of Mingi inside you is exquisite, but it's not enough. You want it all. You break the kiss with Yunho, panting. "I want you both," you gasp, looking from Yunho's dark eyes to Mingi's tear-filled ones. "I want you to fill me up completely."

Mingi freezes, his mouth still latched to your breast. He pulls back, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and excitement. He looks at Yunho, as if for permission, for confirmation that this is real.

Yunho's smirk is pure sin. "Hear that, Mingi-ya?" he growls. "She wants us to wreck her together. Think you can handle that?" The challenge is clear, and it's exactly what Mingi needs to snap out of his headspace and into the moment.

You take charge of the logistics. "Mingi, stay still for me, baby. Just like that." You command, your voice soft but firm. Then you look at Yunho. "Yunho, I want you behind me. In my ass."

The words hang in the air, filthy and electrifying. Yunho groans, his cock already hardening again at the thought. He moves, positioning himself behind you as you shift, leaning forward to rest your chest against Mingi's. This new position presses Mingi deeper inside you, and he whimpers, his hands flying to your hips to hold himself still.

You turn your head to the side, offering your mouth to Yunho for a quick, dirty kiss before he gets to work. You feel him spit, and then a slick, cool finger presses against your tightest hole. You moan, pushing back against him. He works you open slowly, carefully, one finger, then two, scissoring you, stretching you, while Mingi remains buried in your cunt, a hot, throbbing presence. The dual stimulation is mind-bending.

"Please," you beg, your voice muffled against Mingi's chest. "Now, Yunho. Please."

He lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your just barley prepared entrance. He pushes in slowly, and the burn is immediate, overwhelming. You cry out, your body sandwiched tightly between them. There's no space, no air, just them. They fill you completely, a stretch so intense it borders on pain, a fullness that consumes you.

"Fuck," Yunho grunts, his hands gripping your hips as he finally seats himself fully. "So fucking tight."

They start to movea clumsy rhythm. When Yunho pulls out, Mingi pushes in. When Yunho thrusts back in, Mingi retreats. It's a relentless, intoxicating seesaw of pleasure. The praise continues, a constant, filthy . "Look at you, taking both of us," Yunho pants. "Such a greedy girl. Our perfect little slut."

The pressure is building to an impossible peak. You need more. You need an edge. You turn your head, your cheek brushing against Mingi's sweat-slicked shoulder, and look up at Yunho. ",Choke me" you gasp out.

But Yunho has a better idea. He looks down at Mingi, whose face is a mask of overwhelmed pleasure. "Mingi," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "She wants it harder. Put your arm around her throat. Hold her. Make her take it."

Mingi's eyes widen in horror. He shakes his head, his movements faltering. "I... I can't. I'll hurt you."

"You won't," you promise, your voice a strained whisper. "Please, baby. I want you to. I want to feel you. Make me feel good."

Trapped between your plea and Yunho's dominant gaze, Mingi succumbs. He slowly, hesitantly, wraps his arm around your neck, his bicep pressing against the sides of your throat. It's not a hard squeeze, just a firm, possessive hold. It's perfect. The restriction of your airflow, the feeling of being completed by both of them, sends you hurtling towards your orgasm.

"That's it," Yunho groans, his pace becoming erratic. "That's our good girl."

The praise, the feeling of you around him, the tight heat of you, the sight of his arm around your throat, it's all too much for Mingi . With a broken, shuddering sob, he buries his face in your neck and cums without permission, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you up. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he chokes out, his body trembling.

But there's no anger. "Shhh, it's okay. You were so good. So perfect for us," you and Yunho both murmur, holding him as he cries. The feeling of Mingi's release triggers your own, and you clench around them both, a silent, violent orgasm that steals your breath. Yunho follows with a final, deep thrust, spilling into your ass with a loud groan.

You collapse, a boneless, sweaty heap between them. They stay inside you for a moment, a heavy, comforting weight. Then they carefully pull out, and you all collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. You both hold Mingi, praising him and grounding him as he comes down from the most intense experience of his life: he gave you his everything.

After a little while, Yunho gets up, disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a warm, wet cloth. He gently cleans you both up, his touch tender

-

While you spent a night of pure bliss with these two men, your best friends were having the time of their lives just down the hall. In Mingi and Yunho's room, they were ordering room service on the boys' dime like the world was their personal buffet. They giggled, making up the most random, lurid scenarios about what was happening down the hallway, their laughter echoing into the middle of the night.

What they didn't know is that Woosan… was right next door, convinced Mingi and Yunho had brought two hyenas back to their room. The noise was unbelievable. "Un-fucking-believable," San had grumbled, throwing a pillow over his head. The girls gracefully cockblocking San. There was no way he was getting any action from Woo under these conditions. But no way were they gonna get up and go over there, the tour having destroyed them both. They called it a night and tried to get some shut eyes with their handy dandy ear plugs in.

-

When morning came you three separated unwillingly early, to not raise any suspicion. You weren't sad. Yunho put your number in his and Mingi's phone after you passed tf out, correctly guessing Mingi's birthday to be your phone pin. You would find your way back to your boy. You sent your pouting idol and his not-so-much-just-his-best-friend-anymore out the door towards their room, as your best friends made their tired asses back to your room, after you woke them up with 'just a few' spam calls. The three of you girls going straight back to bed, Yunho and Mingi being less lucky, just after they showered… together… the boys got called down to the hotel restaurant by their staff for breakfast.

At the table with the boys, Hongjoong, who also slept in a room on the right side of the boys' room, kept his mouth shut, but Wooyoung, who slept with San in the left room.. oh no— "You two look like death warmed over," he observed, squinting at them. "And you," he pointed his fork at Mingi, "are walking funny. Did you two actually manage to seal the deal- You two idiots do know that you're supposed to fuck the girls you take back to your room, not just perform a comedy show for them, right?" Wooyoung's voice was loud and cutting, drawing the attention of a few nearby staff members.

Mingi's face, already pale from exhaustion, flushed a deep, painful red. He fumbled with his napkin, completely unable to form a coherent sentence. He shot a panicked look at Yunho.

Yunho, however, was a master of deflection. He just shrugged, taking a long sip of water. "We had a good time," he said simply, his voice neutral. "That's all that matters."

But Wooyoung wasn't letting it go. "A good time? San and I heard more giggling than anything. Sounded like you were having a slumber party. We thought you'd brought a whole girl scout troop back there, not just two women."

San, who was quietly trying to eat his pancakes, sighed and put his head in his hands. "They weren't that loud," he mumbled, though he'd been thinking the exact same thing just a few hours ago.

This was the moment. The moment where any other guy would lie, would make up a story, would deflect with a crude joke. Yunho looked at Mingi, who was now staring into his coffee cup as if it held the secrets of the universe. He saw the genuine confusion and embarrassment on his best friend's face. He saw Hongjoong watching them with a knowing, unreadable expression.

But before Yunho could say anything, San spoke up, his voice quiet but carrying over the table. He wasn't looking at Wooyoung; he was looking directly at Yunho and Mingi, a strange, calculating look in his eyes.

"I didn't hear you two at all," he said, his tone casual, but the words landed like a bomb.

The table fell silent. Wooyoung's fork clattered against his plate. "What do you mean?" he asked, looking between San and the other two. "You said you heard them!"

"I heard giggling," San corrected, not breaking eye contact with Yunho. "I heard your 'friends'. But I didn't hear a single peep from either of you." He let the implication hang in the air.

Yunho's carefully constructed neutral expression didn't crack, but his jaw tightened. Mingi looked like he was going to be sick. He opened his mouth, then closed it, a fish out of water.

Hongjoong finally set his coffee down with a soft click, the sound unnaturally loud in the quiet. "Maybe they're just more considerate than you, Wooyoung," he said, his voice mild. "Not everyone wants to narrate their entire night for the whole floor."

It was a deflection, but it was also a shield. Hongjoong was closing ranks.

But the seed of suspicion had been planted. Wooyoung's eyes lit up with malicious glee. "Oh my god," he whispered, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You weren't even in there, were you? You snuck out! You left the girls and went somewhere else! Where did you go?"

Mingi looked at Yunho, his eyes wide with panic. He was begging him to say something, anything.

But Yunho just picked up his piece of toast, took a calm bite, and chewed slowly. He swallowed. Then he looked at Wooyou, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "We had a good time," he repeated.

Wooyoung groaned, throwing his hands up in frustration. "You're impossible!"

San just watched them, a thoughtful frown on his face. He knew something had happened, something different. But as he looked at Yunho's confident smirk and Mingi's silent, unwavering loyalty to him, he knew they'd never get the real story.

𝔸/ℕ: ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴀᴘᴘ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴʟᴏᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀᴘᴘꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏᴏꜱᴇʟʏ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ɪʀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ. ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ

I had to write and edit the ending on my phone so it's ass. We will all live tho.

like and reblog if you're cool. Next drop is Woosan smut.

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