đ °/đ œ: 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 lookânothing you weren't used to. You wrote it off as jealousy, assuming it was the outfit.Â
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.
"...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-Â 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 shouldâ"
"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:Â 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 chestâit 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"âas early as it can be after being denied multiple timesâyou 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 cumâplease, 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 moanâthe 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, Hyungâ" 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. Pleaseânow!" 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
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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 noâ "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.
Seonghwa calling Hongjoong âCaptainâ at any given chance, teasing him, knowing it turns him on. Without fail, every single time, Seonghwa ends up getting fucked dumb into the mattress, showing him exactly why HJ is their Captain.
hey! is there any chance you could do a black and white dark masculine vibe mood board of hongjoong and wooyoung for me to pin to my blog to make it look cuter? all credits are yours of course <3
âËâč struggling in your korean class, you're assigned a tutorâbut there might be more than studying happening during your private lessons.
warnings: mdni. individual warnings are listed at the beginning of each chapter. this series contains explicit and multi-partner sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, manipulation, dubcon, and other mature themes. read on ao3.
The second that San said âwe arenât datingâ he knew heâd fucked up. Now all he can do is beg for forgiveness, and for his boyfriend to stop flirting with every member other than him. The thing is, Wooyoung is stubborn. Very stubborn. And itâll take a lot more than San saying sorry for him to forgive him. Besides, he loves seeing how jealous he gets.
New fic in the works people!! Iâll be cross posting on both here and on twitter. I canât wait to get back into writing properly!
Pairings - OT8 x gn reader (separate), established relationship
Warnings: Swearing, suggestive language (MDNI), jealousy, pet names⊠if iâve missed any please let me know!!
Prompt: You prank them by sending them a message after theyâve just left your place saying âHeâs gone, you can come overâ.
A/N: Hi my lovelies!! Iâm so sorry i took to long getting into another one. Everythingâs been so hectic recently and iâve had major writers block, but iâve seen this prompt used a few times and iâve always enjoyed it so i thought iâd give it a go! As always support is much appreciated. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed, and feel free to leave a comment letting me know what you liked, or what i can improve on. Happy reading!!
Pairings - OT8 x gn reader (separate), established relationship.
Warnings: Swearing, suggestive language (MDNI), jealousy, pet names⊠if iâve missed any please let me know!!
Prompt: You prank them by sending them a message after theyâve just left your place saying âHeâs gone, you can come overâ.
A/N: Hi my lovelies!! Iâm so sorry i took to long getting into another one. Everythingâs been so hectic recently and iâve had major writers block, but iâve seen this prompt used a few times and iâve always enjoyed it so i thought iâd give it a go! As always support is much appreciated. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed, and feel free to leave a comment letting me know what you liked, or what i can improve on. Happy reading!!
what the FUCK was the atz fanmeet about today⊠like wdym hwagi were touching eachother up while singing troublemaker, woosan did a cover of mirotic and THEY DID WAKE UP?!?!
okay guys⊠i know i said iâd be back and then went MIA again but i promise Iâm back this time, for good!
AND iâm locking tf in. im writing something as we speak which im hoping to get out within the next week, so please⊠bare with me a little longer đ
"NEED A HAND?" ââ k.hongjoongâfem best friend!reader
ââ ۶ৠin which despite your friendship hanging by a thread, Hongjoong has a bad break up and asks you to go with him to get a new piercing. he doesn't tell you what kind nor why you have to take a 30 minute car trip to the next town to get it. soon after you get to the tattoo studio, things get out of hand
wc: 9k (how)
content: friends to lovers, angsty, fluff + 18 MINORS DON'T INTERACT; public sex, car sex, handjob, fingering, nasty nasty fingering, hongjoong is a pathetic whiny little bitch in heat, porn with a plot. hongjoong is implied to be self conscious about his size. praise kink? maybe? pathetic!hongjoong
warning: mentions of blood / pain (piercings)
a/n: I had to make this blog just to post this. idc if people see this or if this shows in tags I had to get it out of my system. can you tell I was full ovulating when this happened
part 2 â MASTERLIST âtag list
Hongjoong had been surprisingly quiet on the car drive to the tattoo shop so far, which given the fact it was thirty minutes away instead of your usual spot was sort of concerning. It's not like he wasnât a quiet person, most people would be surprised to find out he was, but this wasnât the kind of silence you were used to. The car had looked exactly the same it had last time you had ridden on it a few months ago. Actually, you were pretty sure the empty bottles and snack wraps might have really been the same, some of them might even have been yours.
It still smelled of that strange air freshener that always made you a bit nauseous when mixed with Hongjoongâs signature cologne, and the seatbelt still felt sharp and uncomfortable on your neck. For some reason you had almost expected the car to have changed somehow, just like with Hongjoong. Sitting there with everything above the surface apparently as it was felt like playing pretend. You had expected for him to drive you into one of the usual shops around town you were already acquainted with, so when he had taken that turn into the highway you had started to get suspicious.
âCanât get it done anywhere hereâ he had said âHas to be a real professionalâ
You had raised an eyebrow at him. He answered, or more like avoided most of your questions without taking his eyes out of the road for even a second. Hongjoong was surprisingly a good driver when he wanted to, but the way his eyes stayed glued straight ahead seemed to be more of an excuse to not look at you. However it might have just been the awkwardness between you two, a conversation to be had that you both were avoiding. Is not like you didnât want to have it, in fact you had already had the conversation in your mind multiple times after he had texted you âwanna come get a piercing?â after two months of silence. In the end you had just sent âsureâ and all the things you had planned to say you had left outside when you had closed the car door.
âDamnâ you kicked an empty Monster can that pilled among other things at your feet on the passenger seat âWhat are you getting?â
âYouâll see. Well...â he trailed off, a soft chuckle as result of a joke you werenât a part of yet âNot really, I guessâ
â...okay?â You could tell without even asking. The eyebags under his eyes, his unkempt hair, the bitterness of the laugh that had just escaped his lips. He wasnât over it. He wasnât over her. After all, it had only been a week âYou are not doing like, anything crazy, right?â
âDefine crazyâ
âI donât know, like... I donât want you to get something youâll regret when you forget about her in a monthâ
âI donât regret any of these" You had known Hongjoong ever since his skin had been bare, watching as ink left its mark in him one tattoo at a time. You could recollect every single one by memory, even those fans would never get to see. Her name fell from his lips after a brief silence, catching you off guard "That was her nameâ
âI knowâ
Of course you did. How could you not when she had been the last thing Hongjoong had talked about before it all went down. She had been a âmiracleâ as Hongjoong had called her, a meeting brought by fate at some event. You had seen her on his finsta stories, never in person. Embarrassingly, you had stalked her profile a few times like a complete masochist. You didnât know much about her though, as Hongjoong seemed too busy to keep you updated on the relationship once she had agreed to go out with him. It had lasted about two months, which was within the usual window of time that it took Hongjoongâs relationships to end. It was always like this. Passionately fall for a girl, crash and burn, and then this: new addition to Hongjoongâs body. Well, this time there had been a slight change, but neither of you would bring it up.
âShe was okayâ
âI wouldnât knowâ it pissed you off how you were supposed to be walking on eggshells around him, a little biting wouldnât hurt him. You could tell it had though. Still, the car drive would be a nightmare if the mood got completely sour, so you decided to liven it up with a joke "Just don't get a full black sleeve or something like that just because your manager isn't hereâ
Hongjoong seemed to appreciate the breather.
âI know, don't worry. But it is... specialâ
There it was again, that lower register in his voice. You knew him all too well to understand that there was something that was troubling him. The idea of him doing something absurd for a girl heâd dated for two months pissed you off. That she could be that important while you were the backup friend he'd use when he needed someone to tag along. It made you feel worse that you had actually come to him.
âYou sure you are not doing anything weird?â
âCan you stop worrying?â
âWell can you stop fucking around for a second?â Hongjoong looked out of his window, hands gripping the wheel a bit tighter, rings reflecting the sunlight. It didnât feel good to snap at him, especially not when he was in a vulnerable state like that. But how long could you indulge him? How long could you silently forgive him? âActually I have no idea why you asked me to comeâ Hongjoong didnât look at you, his eyes glued to the asphalt and body stiff under your gaze. You sighed and looked out of the window, giving up âI guess time out is overâ
The direct sunlight blinded you for a moment before you closed your eyes. You crossed your arms over your chest as it rose up and down with a heavy sigh. Hongjoong eyed you through the corner of his eye, his tongue slowly wetting his lips as if getting ready to say something. Whatever it was it felt heavy on his chest.
âI need someone with meâ he murmured loud enough for you to hear, a slight shakiness in his voice âSomeone I trustâ
You opened your eyes and turned to him, catching his a second before he set them back ahead. There was worry but also determination.
âOkay, you are really freaking me out nowâ
âI am making it sound worse than it is, trust meâ
âThen why donât you just tell me?â
âItâs... complicated. Listen, I just--â he shrugged, hands leaving the wheel for a second âI canât ask anyone else. It has to be youâ
Far from easing your worries, the bare rawness of his voice worried you even more.
âOkay, stop the car. You are acting crazyâ
âI keep making it sound weird but itâs true, okay?â he cackled somehow genuinely at your reaction âAnd if we get there and you donât want to hold my hand you can wait outside but...â his shoulders shook with a brief shrug, then a short pause âItâll hurt less knowing you are thereâ
You hated how much his words affected you.
âYou really are not going to tell meâ
âI sort of, maybe... want to see the face you make when you find outâ
You saw the smile tug at the corner of his lips, the first one youâd seen since getting in the car. The first one youâd seen in months that didnât come from a picture with him and his ex on his instagram story.
âOh... so you are fucking with me. Thank god, I was starting to get worried. Turns out you are just your usual asshole selfâ
âIf it ainât broken, donât fix itâ
You shook your head with a scoff âIdiotâ
You felt his eyes on you, the silence still tense but somewhat lighter.
âThank you for coming, thoughâ
You bit your lip and your eyes wandered to the landscape across your window again.
âHad nothing better to doâ
-
The tattoo shop was by far the most professional looking you had ever seen Hongjoong step into. The receptionist even smiled at the both of you as he saw you come in. You sat on the red velvet couch propped against the black wall, perfectly decorated with framed designs and art pieces in clean, minimalistic frames. Hongjoong walked towards you with the paperwork to sign in hand and sat next to you, closer than you had expected him to. You were still walking on eggshells around him, but he didnât seem to be doing the same. He should have. He should be the one worried about making the wrong move, say the wrong thing, sit too close to you. And yet there he was, elbows propped on his knees that bruised against yours like it was okay to just do so. Like the last two months hadnât happened. You both got taken into the room almost immediately where a man in his mid-thirties welcomed you two with a warm, formal smile The smell of sterilizer hit your nose almost as strongly as the white light had hurt your eyes. There was a black tattoo bed in the middle of the room where you assumed Hongjoong would sit, with two small stools resting nearby.
âWe already went over all the details during your consultation and I trust you read the paperwork as well. I know you are familiar with all this but I just want to make sure you are readyâ
âYes sir, I amâ
Whether it was anticipation or fear you couldnât tell, but you knew him well enough to hear the nervousness behind the casualness of his voice.
âOkay! Get comfortable on the bed and pull down your underwear. You need to get erect for me to work the piece so Iâll give you guys a few minutesâ
What?
You hadnât said that aloud, and yet Hongjoong turned towards you like he had heard you. All color drained from his face as he saw the artist leave the room, the soft click of the door as it closed the last noise that room heard for a few seconds as you both stayed still.
âI did not think about thatâ Hongjoong finally said, pointing towards the door âFuck, I should have told you earlier. Iâm sorryâ he passed both his hands through his hair, messy strands of freshly dyed black hair standing in all directions âThis is fucking weird. Iâm sorry, I--â
âWhat exactly is going on?â
âSo... remember that idea I mentioned a year ago?â he asked hesitantly, forcing a smile
It took you a bit of effort to remember, and then your mouth fell open.
âYou are out of your mindâ your eyes unconsciously traveled down to his black sweats before you shut them tightly, attempting to compose yourself and ignore the heat creeping up your face âYou brought me for this?â
âNo! I didnât-- shit, the plan was for you to just hold my handâ he held your gaze, and you saw the confidence leave him as his eyes moved somewhere else in the room as the reality of the situation seemed to hit him âOr you can wait outside, as I said--â
âWhat the fuckâ you said, attempting to make sense of the situation. Of course. Only Hongjoong could get you both in a situation like this âIs that why you said I was the only one you could ask?â
âNo, fuck. Iâm sorry, seriously. I didnât think of this. Shitâ he laughed nervously âYou can just leave and come back with him, close your eyes and all thatâ Hongjoong pondered for a moment, just how selfish he could get âOr you can just not come back. I just wanted you to hold my hand while it goes in but itâs okay, itâs stupid â
No matter how amusing it had been seeing him panic in such a way, the sound of his voice, beaten and ashamed was not something you enjoyed. And yet.
âI should have known it was something crazy when you called me. I mean... after two months? You must have been desperateâ
Hongjoong lowered his head, eyes fixed on his beaten black Converse. He blinked a few times and he pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep frown. He shifted his weight where he stood and you just waited.
âIâm sorryâ he finally said, voice lower âI should have spoken to youâ
You fell quiet, your soft smile and confidence disappearing.
âWe already spoke about thatâ
âNot really. Not properlyâ
âIt was nothing, Hongjoongâ
âI shouldnât have kissed youâ
You sucked in your bottom lip, chest feeling tight.
âI said it was nothingâ
You had said that. You both had.
Back in the same car you both had driven to the tattoo shop in. He had driven you home after one of your regular late night hang outs. Car drive, radio on and a âgoodnightâ that had stretched until early in the morning. You could still see him as he had been, head turned to you on the driver seat, smile wide as he laughed at something you couldnât quite recall. The engine had been turned off a while ago when you both had realized the conversation would last longer than expected once again. That had been the night he had told you about the âmiracle girlâ, every detail he gave you about her making a bit more nauseous. There were years of practice to the way you could smile at Hongjoong as he spoke to you about other girls, but there was nothing you could do about the suffocating pressure of your chest whenever he did so. Your body had been turned to him, seatbelt unlocked, simply watching him under the dim light of a distant street lamp. It hurt every time you realized how much you loved him, and as you always did when the truth hit you, you became small and felt inadequate no matter what you said or did. You always tried to run away from him when that happened.
âI didnât even have to ask for her number, she just gave it to me!â
âThatâs boldâ you matched his tone, hoping that would make lying easier. It usually did.
âRight? I donât know. It was kind of hotâ
âI bet. Itâs your lucky dayâ
You wish you could have said the same thing. Your shift at work had been an absolute nightmare, the kind that made you want to lock yourself in the bathroom and angry cry for a few minutes. Your whole week had been like that, really. The only thing that had made it bearable was the plans you had made with Hongjoong on a rare spot where he was schedule-free, and now there you were: listening to him talk about how he had met the woman of his dreams that also happened to be really interested in him. You wished you could be an adult and be happy for him, but you were just a person, and the fact you couldnât bring yourself to do so made you feel like a terrible one.
âYou good?â
Hongjoong sounded worried, and when you finally rose your head to look at him he looked like it too. You hadnât realized you had zoned out, lips wrapped around the straw of your empty drink and eyes fixed somewhere far away.
âYeah, sorry. Iâm just tiredâ
Hongjoong shifted on his seat and fully turned to you.
âYou wanna talk about it?â
Of course you couldnât fool Hongjoong. He knew you too well. Thatâs why it scared you so much whenever your act slipped even if just a bit. He would know.
You forced a smile, your acting not as sharp under the scrutiny âIâm fine, sorry. Iâm excited for you, reallyâ you had said, with the type of casualness that took effort. He had stilled at that, as if you had said something wrong. You had noticed the look heâd give you sometimes when you did things like these, like he somehow knew something was wrong. His eyes would scan your face for something, and it worried you that one day he might find it. Maybe he had already. You felt the familiar overwhelming feeling creep up on you, and you knew you couldnât bear it much longer âIs late and all we are doing is talking so...â
You were looking for a way to finish the sentence and excuse yourself when he interrupted. His voice was low and the words stuck together with a mix of heat and confidence.
âGot any other suggestions?â
The heat crept from your chest to your face so quickly you almost felt feverish. You let out a nervous giggle and Hongjoongâs lips stretched into a smile, his heavy lided eyes dragging from your avoiding eyes to your lips that were still toying with the straw. Hongjoong took the empty cup from your hands and dropped it somewhere at his feet. The sudden silence in the car had made your heart start racing, and you would have said another stupid thing to break the tension if he hadnât leaned over and kissed you. His lips pressed against yours, shut tight and a bit dry, nothing like you had imagined a hundred times before. His fingers buried themselves on your hair, stiff at first, then loosened when you hummed in satisfaction. He pulled away just enough to let you say something, and when you didnât he kissed you again, tongue briefly draging along your lips. The sound of your mixed jaded breathing felt loud and obscene in the dead quiet of the car, and the idea that someone could pass by and see you through the windows worried you and excited you all the same. The idea that someone could see you kissing Hongjoong is one you had fantasized about for so long it felt ridiculous by then, and yet there he was, moaning against your lips and hand gently dragging up and down your knee before making its way upwards to your tigh. His thumb brushed along your jeans before he pulled away enough to whisper:
âThis okay?â
His voice made you giddy, so close and low and hot against your mouth. You got to nod only once before a bright light blinded you, making you both wince and turn to it. Itâs was his phone that vibrated against the holder with an incoming call. Her name was displayed in bold black letters against the white background. There was a few seconds in which you had to make a choice, and as usual the one you took was the easy one that would cause you the most pain. You just laughed.
âCalling at two in the morning? You better pick that upâ
The muscles pulling at your smile ached, and the strain to keep your voice steady hurt your throat. You pulled away from Hongjoong, in more ways than one. He could feel it immediately. The coldness, the distance.
âI mean... itâs just--â
âItâs okay Hongjoongâ you had already opened the door, body turned away from him and your leg already on the ground âI'm cool on youâ
That had been the last time you both had seen each other. There had been some awkward texting trying to emulate a casual conversation for a few days before he told you he was dating that girl, and then the conversation had died until he had asked you to come get the piercing with him.
âIâm sorryâ he repeated, a bit louder, shakier. He looked at you from barely a few feet away, but the distance between you two felt bigger and way colder âYou can wait in the car if you want. Iâll take you home later. Or I can call you an uber and you can leave nowâ
You didnât want to leave, and despite everything, you didnât want things to be like this.
âHongjoong, Iâd do this for you any time, but...â you hestitated, and you understood why he couldnât look at you as you found yourself avoiding his eyes too. It was shame, fear âGetting a new girlfriend and shutting me off for months only to ask me to come here and do this? Like you knew Iâd come back to you like a lap dog?â you felt your jaw quiver, cutting your speech short âIt doesnât feel greatâ
âThat wasnât my intention. I just wanted to see youâ Hongjoong scoffed âThatâs kind of w...â Hongjoong trailed off and silence settled once again âI kept talking about youâ he finally said âThatâs why we broke upâ
You stared at him, and to your surpise he was looking at you. You saw his pupils shake, but he didnât look away, no matter how much he wanted to.
âWhat a stupid reasonâ you whispered.
âYeahâ
Your arms unfolded and fell to your sides.
âDo you want me wait outside?â
A shrug.
âDo you want to leave?â
âI asked firstâ
âI asked secondâ
You both laughed softly, and for a moment it all felt like itâd all be alright. You pondered for a few seconds before you walked to the door and disappeared behind it. Hongjoong nodded, more to himself than to you.
âFucking stupidâ he muttered to himself as he pulled down his sweats, just as the door opened and you entered the room again âShit! What--â
Hongjoong hurried to pull his pants up again, hitting the stools and making a crashing noise reverberate through the room as he fell forward on the bed. You would have laughed if you handât been fighting the dizziness that came with your eyes quickly snapping to the other side of the room. You had seen nothing, and you needed to keep telling yourself that so the heat wouldnât turn your cheeks bright red.
âSorry! I should have knocked. I asked him if he could give us a few more minutesâ
âWh--â
He looked completely lost and embarrassed as he straightened up. His hands were still tightly gripping the waistband of his pants as he saw you walk inside the room and towards him.
âYou are all depressed now, thereâs no way you are going to get hard so--â
âWow, can you not say that?â he asked with almost a wince, his eyes closed tightly as if you were the one suddenly undressing in front of him with no warning.
You gave him a confused look.
âWhat? Get hard?â a crooked smile spread across your face as you saw the slight pink at the tip of his ears âIâm pretty sure youâve heard worse thingsâ
âYeah, not from you. It feels... wrongâ
âWhat happened to âit has to be youââ you mocked.
âI meant for you to hold my handâ
You pursed your lips, furrowing your brows in confusion.
âSo you donât need any help?â
âWhat? What do you mean?â
âI sort of... thought thatâs what you actually meant when you asked me if I wanted to stayâ
You could see the gears turning in his head, painfully slowly.
âNo! No, Iâd never--â Hongjoong closed his mouth, then opened it again âI mean, not... neverâ
âWhatever, Hongjoong. Iâm a woman. Iâm your friend. Itâs cool with meâ you said, feigning aloofness âYou can just... touch me or something, imagine Iâm her or whoever. I donât knowâ
Hongjoong stared at you for what felt like minutes before he spoke again.
âYou are crazyâ
âActually, I am âthe only one you could askââ
âStop it, Iâm going to kill youâ the threat was loud and genuine, but you could also see the way his eyes scanned your body in one swift look before falling silent again.
His eyes wandered around the room. You bit your lip, worried that this was it. Everything could break apart in an instant, the fate of your friendship at the tip of Hongjoongâs tongue.
âHeâs going to charge you over timeâ you joked, trying to backtrack.
âShut upâ
Silence again.
âHongjoongâ you called for him in a soft voice, and he finally looked at you âI can leave, itâs okay. Iâll be on the other side when--â
âNoâ he instinctively took a step forward, as if you were going to walk away âItâs fine is just...â
You didnât notice when Hongjoong had walked backwards towards the bed, bringing you with him as his hand still held your arm. He had sat down on the bed and as he rested his back against the back of it you knew he wouldnât say anything else. There was no need for it. He let go of you and sat with his hands resting over his lap as if he didnât know what to do with himself. He was looking at you, waiting for you to approach him. Under any circumstances you would have laughed, but you just crossed the distance and stood closer to him.
âWhere did that big talk go?â he joked, the excitement and nervousness evident in his voice.
You panicked for a moment, the situation becoming real all too suddenly.
âDo you want to make out or...?â
âI donât know what we are doingâ he said and you laughed together âBut it feels goodâ
âI havenât even touched you yetâ
âYou are gonna touch me?â he said, halfway between a question and a plea.
You absentdmindedly reached for his hair, burying your fingers in the soft black locks while trying to ease your own heartbeat. The moment your fingertips had ran through the base of his scalp he stilled, a shiver running down his back. Hongjoong inhaled softly and deeply, eyes fluttering before fixating on your lips.
âIs that alright?â
Your voice was low, the question spoken like a secret. Hongjoong nodded lazily, face dangerously close to yours.Â
âFeels goodâ
His voice dived an octave lower, which you took as an invitation to drag your nails a bit further through his scalp. Hongjoong shifted on his seat and he closed his eyes. You took in his features, still the same as you had remembered these last few months, and yet something had changed. Maybe it had been you.
âI missed youâ you confessed with a shaky breath.
âMe tooâ
âDonât do that againâ
Your fingers grabbed onto his hair, softly pulling at the locks and earning a sharp inhale from him. Hongjoong opened his eyes, brown eyes piercing through yours, eyelids heavy.
âI wonâtâ
He brought his hand to your waist, taking a moment to gauge your reaction. You expected him to have reached higher, towards the thin lace of your bra. He could have felt the drumming of your heart against your chest, almost begging to be felt. Instead he drew his fingers across your waist, his hand hesitantly sneaking underneath your top and caressing your lower back. Goosebumps covered every inch of your skin, you were sure Hongjoong would be able to see it. His eyes darted around your body, seeing it stiffen as his fingers caressed further up your back with lazy moves. His head fell forward, almost resting against your shoulder, nested against your neck. You felt the hot fanning of a breathing against your neck, and Hongjoong saw your swallow before his eyes fluttered shut as he stirred on his seat. The motion made his nose bump against your neck, and your hand instinctively held his shoulder as if you thought he would fall, fingernails digging slightly into his skin when you felt the softeness of his lips brush against your ear for just a second. Then again, a bit bolder but hesitant chaste kiss to your neck with a soft noise.
You felt his shoulder muscles under his skin as he moved his arm, followed by the rustling of clothes. He struggled awkwardly for a few seconds in which his grip on your waist tightened. The side of his face felt burning hot against your neck, and you wondered if he was embarrassed.
âDo you need help?â
âNoâ he was lying âIâve got itâ
The hand on his shoulder ventured downwards, anticipation jolted through your body before you had time to feel ashamed of it. You felt the hard bits of the old band t-shirt Hongjoong wore, the name faded away and rough under your fingertips. You felt his chest rise up and still as your hand stayed there for a second, feeling the faint drumming of his fast heartbeat, before continuing your way down. The fanning of his breath against your neck stopped and his body froze when he felt you push his hand that was resting on his crotch to the side. His other hand that had been low on your back, pinky finger toying with the hem of your jeans stopped altogether. Saying he was half hard would have been an understatement. It felt hot as you palmed it softly over his sweats. A soft whine escaped his lips, so pathetic you felt it directly between your legs. You stilled for a moment, savoring and processing the sound of it. It must have been too long because with a hot sigh Hongjoong's hand rested on top of yours, squeezing himself with your hand in a silent, desperate and pathetic plea. You palmed him, a bit drunk on how desperate he felt, head limp on the crook of your neck, his body so hot you could feel it. His fingernails digged slightly on your lower back as he whined against your ear, holding onto you as if steadying himself. You could feel yourself getting wet. If this was the state you were both in by simply touching each other over clothes, just how much--
Hongjoong moaned against your neck when you passed your fingers under the waistband of his sweats. Of course he wasn't wearing underwear, it would be too uncomfortable after the piercing was done. His skin felt hot, sweat making it a bit sticky too. When you finally grabbed his cock his mouth opened in a silent moan. He was hard by now, heavy under your touch, gratefully twitching when you had started dragging your hand painfully slowly. He was dragging his tongue through your neck in open mouth kisses, lost in the way you pumped him slowly.
"Can I put it out?" you asked, sounding way hornier than you wanted him to know. He shook his head, but the way his hand gripped at the flesh of your waist told you the idea was somewhat to his liking "I want to see it"
He thrust himself into your hand, giving himself away almost like it had been an accident. He moaned weakly into your neck, and soon he found himself doing it again, and again, and again. The chair rocked slightly, the frantic screeching of its swaying filling the room and giving away the pathetic way Hongjoong was fucking himself into your hand, holding onto you for dear life. His hands gripped at your shoulders and waist, putting you at a very uncomfortable position, but the sound of his panting on your ears and the feeling of his now slick cock desperately thrusting onto your hand was too exhilarating for you to care. Then you heard his airy voice against the shell of your ear, loud and hot. It sent the most pleasant chills down your spine.
âYou can tell him to come inâ
You both could tell neither of you wanted to stop, but he knew he'd cum if he thrust into you even once more. You put your hand away, resting it against his chest to stabilize yourself. His clothes felt strangely warm, and the feeling of his fast heartbeat strangely flattering. You expected him to look away when you pulled away from him but he didnât, his clouded eyes stuck to you like a madman. He fixated on the way your chest rose up and down, your exposed waist where he had lifted your top, the small wet patch on your neck where he had drooled. Your chest, where he seemed to regret not touching you. Your flushed face and hazy eyes staring down at him, mirroring his.
âHurry, or Iâll finishâ he moaned against your mouth.
You turned around and exited the room under Hongjoongâs burning gaze. It felt embarrassing to call for the artist in such a state, wondering if he'd know. When you entered the room your eyes stayed glued to the floor until you had been next to Hongjoong, his hand warm holding tightly onto yours. It felt so strange doing this after what had just happened. The metallic clanking behind you made you shiver and you tried not to think about what would be going down soon. Next to you, Hongjoongâs eyes were glued to the ceiling, the strong white light reflecting on his glassy blue eyes.
âItâll be just a momentâ his eyes fell onto you and despite the nervousness still evident in them, they softened âYou are going to look so coolâ
His grip on your hand tightened. It really was just a moment, but to Hongjoong it probably felt way longer than it had been. Your hand would hurt for a while after the way he had held onto it, but you wouldnât tell him that. His jaw tensed as he held in a pained cry, and despite not being able to see what was going on, the implication made you wince. A single tear streamed down his cheek, softly wiped them away by you. His breathing seemed to steady as you heard the familiar sound of gloves being pulled out.
âAll done. Bleeding for a few days will be normal, itâs nothing to worry about. Clean the wound twice a day, dry it gently, donât touch the piece, the usual. No swimming. No oral or penetrative sex for a month" none of you said anything, but you both were obviously disappointed "Erections are okay but there might be some bleeding too... I think thatâs it. Iâll let you fix yourself and Iâll be waiting outside, okay? See you in a minute, guysâ
âThanksâ Hongjoongâs voice was raspy but he felt alright âWait outside, Iâll be right thereâ
âOkayâ
-
You had expected for Hongjoong to walk with a bit more difficulty than he did, but despite the slight hint of discomfort on his face there werenât many tells. He might be able to hide it from the members after all. After Hongjoong had arranged for his follow up visit you both exited the place, the clear mid-day sky welcoming you despite the chill air. You expected things to get awkward, but it surprised you how much you both just seemed horny and frustrated.
âYou hungry?â Hongjoong asked as he fished inside of his jacket for his car keys.
âI could go for a bite, yeahâ
His hand grabbed onto the handle of the driverâs seat and you both sat down inside.
âThank you. Reallyâ he said.
âNo need. And I am sorryâ
Hongjoong frowned.
âSorry for what?â
âFor your girlfriend breaking up with you because of meâ
His lips shaped into a crooked smile.
âWho said sheâs the one who broke up?â You looked at each other for a moment before he leaned forward and he kissed you. It was soft, and slow. So slow that it was obvious it was far from innocent. His eyes trailed down your body with a sigh "What about we go back to your place, actually?"
You bit your lip and shook your head. Your thighs pressed together.
"Didn't you hear what he just said"
"He said no oral and no sex, on me" his eyes bored into yours, hungry "There are so many things I can do for you" his hand rested on your knee, lazily moving upwards "Please?" Your legs parted and his hand eagerly touched your through your jeans. Hongjoon let of a soft groan, even through the thick fabric he could feel the heat "How wet did you get?"
"It's your fault" you complained, aware of the way Hongjoong would soften up at your pouty demeanor from time to time.
"Is it?" he feigned innocently, his fingers uselessly pressing harder over your entrance through the jeans, as if your cunt was desperately calling out to him. It was nothing short of disgusting how horny you both were in plain daylight, parked on the street with people passing by "Should I fix it?"
-
You both tried to make the ride back to your apartment, but thirty minutes proved to be too much. Heat was blinding Hongjoong, eyes darting around like a crazy man, so impatient he'd hit the claxon at any car that took more than one second to floor it after the light turned green. He was trying hard not to touch you with his free hand, and you were busy ignoring how uncomfortably your panties stuck to your pussy. He had driven inside the parking lot of a mall, half empty, as you questioned him.
"I'm sorry" he had said, before finding the emptiest, most secluded part of it and parking against the wall "get in the back" he demanded, but there was desperation underneath it.
He winced like something hurt, and it was then you could see he was fully hard underneath his sweats. You wanted so badly to see the piercing. Touch it, suck around it, feel it deep inside. A moan escaped your mouth just thinking about it as you let yourself fall on the back seat, Hongjoong coming through the door and slamming it behind him. His hands went for your zipper right away, pulling at the waist of off your jeans with impatient hands. You stopped him.
"All the way?" you asked, your panic as strong as how feverishly horny you felt.
"No one will see" he said before he kissed you, mouth open and tongue dragging across it.
Hongjoon moaned at the difficulty he had when he tried to pull your pants down. He had become painfully aware of your plush thighs and pretty ass for a long time now. He had thought about humping you like a dog whenever he took notice of how well fitted your pants were, or when you'd sit down next to him in a playful minskirt. He didn't even think about fucking you, the simple idea of humping your ass, fully clothed and cumming in his boxers was enough for him. The jeans pilled in an awkward way at your ankles, but it was enough for Hongjoong to maneuver. He didn't waste time and pulled your panties to the side. Breath hitched on his throat when his fingers touched your pussy. You could see the blissful surprise in his eyes, locked on yours, before he had to look down to make sure he wasn't going crazy. He trailed his fingers across it, so wet they easily slid across it.
"Fuck" he said in a pained whine, like he couldn't believe his eyes. He closed them for a moment, trying to concentrate on the nasty, slick sounds that embarrassingly filled in the quiet of the car as his fingers spread your lips. It made his dick twitch painfully.
His eyes went back to yours again, as if asking you if this was real. You looked away, embarrassed. It drove him insane, your flushed face, shiny shy eyes and brows furrowed in shame. All while he felt his fingers wet and sticky against your cunt that seemed to be pleading for him to fuck you.
He didn't even try, his fingers seemed to slip inside your pussy with ease, getting sucked in in a way that had you both moaning into each other's mouths. He pulled them out, taking off the rings on his fingers and unceremoniously tossing them somewhere in the car. He put his fingers right back in as deep as he could, his other hand trying to push your knee as far away as the jeans at your feet allowed it. He groaned almost childishly, taking his fingers away again.
"Take the pants off"
He leaned forward to take your shoes off, but you stopped him again.
"What if someone sees"
"The windows are tinted"
It shouldn't have been enough to convince you, but it did the job. You let him take your shoes and jeans off, horny by just seeing how desperate he was to just finger you. He turned you slightly, your back now pressed against the car door, him sitting on the back seat with your pretty pussy in full display for him. Your back hurt, uncomfortable, but the way he was looking at you was worth it. You could see his fully hard dick pressing against his sweats and you knew it must hurt against the restrain. He pushed your knees apart, but you closed them. It almost made you feel bad, the way he looked at you like he had done something wrong. Before he had time to wonder if he had messed up, you said:
"Pull your pants down, friction is going to hurt you"
Hongjoong bit his lips, it did hurt.
"It's okay..." he started saying, until he saw how you pressed your legs together, hiding you from him. The simple act of losing sight of your leaking pussy for even a second seemed to do the trick, his hands quickly pulling the waistband of his sweats down and freeing his hard, red cock. You could faintly see the piercing, glistening faintly under the fluorescents of the parking lot. You pussy clenched around nothing, around the mere thought of fucking his pierced cock deep inside you.
"Do you like it?" he asked, a hint of shyness laced on his heated breath.
"When it gets better, can I fuck it?"
Hongjoong nodded slowly, as if taking in your request. He parted your legs, slightly pressing them against your chest, making you whimper at the nasty way he was eyeing you. With a whimper he went back to trace his fingers across your pussy, tantalizingly slow for someone who was so desperate to be knuckles deep inside you seconds ago.
"I want to spit on it but you don't need it"
You understood then why he had fallen so quiet, why he was toying with your entrance. He was savoring the sound of it. The slick, faint and nasty sound your pussy made whenever he graced his fingers across it. You pushed your hips, almost begging him, and he obeyed. His fingers slid right inside again, this time perfectly going all the way in until his knuckes pressed against the entrance. How he wished he could put more in, fuck you like a pathetic bitch in heat in the back of his car. The way you moaned brought him back to reality. You clenched around him, and he worried he might cum. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, savoring the slick coat of arousal around your fingers before pushing them back in. They filled you up again, your hips moving on their own again. He pumped them inside you slowly, lost in the small pants that left your mouth, your eyes glued to the way his hand got sucked inside your cunt over and over again. His thumb started to press at your clit whenever his fingers went all the way in, and the loud moans you were trying to suppress turned into pathetic cries whenever it did. The cries, the exposure, your hot pussy, the filthy sounds. He was going to cum. He needed to compose himself.
He pulled his fingers out, and you let out a whimper that sounded like a question. He dragged your legs towards him, until he had your back arching across the back seat. His hands grabbed at the neck of your tank top, pulling it down unceremoniously to expose your tits to him. The way he seemed so desperate to do so got you clenching around nothing. His hands moved to them, palming them with a satisfied groan, brows furrowed as he took the whole sight in. You, sprawled in the back seat of his car, chest exposed and your legs open just for him to see and touch, thighs wet with your own arousal. His hands dragged down, nails scratching at your stomach and thighs on their way back to hold the back of your knees against your chest.
"I want to fuck you" he said, as if it were a confession "I've always wanted to fuck you"
Maybe it had been a confession, an apology he felt he'd owe you soon. He winced, and you thought the piercing might hurt, but you understood once you saw and felt him cum on you and the leather seat. A thin string connected his cock to the cum that now covered your gaping pussy. It felt hot, but not as hot as the sight in front of you: Hongjoong hunched forward, head down in shame and panting slightly.
"I'm sorry" he breathed out, an you could tell he was embarrassed.
He heard you groan lowly, and for a second he worried he really had ruined everything, until you said:
"You are so hot"
His head shot up when he felt you grabbing his wrist, coating his fingers on his own cum before moving your hips to fuck yourself onto his hand. Hongjoong moaned loudly in surprise, which startled him so much that he turned around to make sure no one had heard. He brought his attention back to you quickly, not wanting to miss a single second of what was going on inside his car. Neither did you. The sight of his shiny eyes, fucked-out expression and parted lips making you squeeze his pretty fingers, dragging another whine from him.
"You are fucking me so well" you said, speaking for the first time. You voice was strained, dry "Can't you feel how much I love it?"
You clenched around him on purpose, and the way his face twisted anyone might think he was severely hurt.
"Does it feel good?" he breathed "Do my fingers feel good? Tell me they feel good"
His desperation made you clench again "It feels so fucking good, can't you hear it?"
He could hear it, that filthy sound now exacerbated by his cum getting pushed in and out of your cunt. He was getting hard again, watching you hold onto his hand and thrust into it, using it to abuse your own pussy with such a pleased, eager expression.
"You are so pretty. You have such a pretty pussy" the words left his mouth like a lost thought. He wasn't really thinking anymore.
"I want you to fuck it"
"Shut up" he groaned.
Hongjoon leaned in and kissed you, the drool that had formed at the sight of you now falling down your chin in a clash of teeth and tongue. He pressed his tongue against yours, forcing it deep inside your mouth just as he buried his fingers deep, deep inside you. The moan that rose from your throat choked on his tongue. He pulled it out of your mouth it with a nasty sound, a thread of saliva connecting your lips. Just by the way he looked, you knew he was hard again.
"I'm going to fuck you so good. I promise you"
He pulled his fingers back again, and proceeded to finger you at a speed that made it clear he was trying to get you to cum before he did again, and he was close.
"You sound so fucking good"
He patted at his sweats with his free hands, hand looking for something like a desperate puppy. He finally found it: his phone. When you realized what he was doing, both embarrassment and heat spread through your lower belly, making you whine in a way that made Hongjoong's hand shake, but his pace never faltered. He had opened the recording app and placed it close to your pussy, making sure every filthy little sound was saved for later.
You came with a loud cry, and Hongjoong savored every small clench, every small wet sound that came from your orgasm as he moaned himself, painfully hard and wishing he could use you like a fleshlight. He rode out your orgasm by recording every sound, fingers going inside and out, stretching you out and dragging them across your cunt to record as much as possible. When he was done, he pulled them out, and sat with a deep sigh, placing his hard cock insde his sweats with a wince. He took a look at you, then leaned forward and kissed you softly on the lips. It was soft, careful, like the first one you had shared in that same car. You were both riding the high, and you felt blissful enough to do him the favour of cleaning his fingers by bringing them to your mouth, tongue dragging across them in small licks.
"You are awful" Hongjoong said, voice strained and eyes going dark again.
It made you chuckle, and baring your teeth you bit them playfully before placing a chaste kiss on them.
He pulled your top back up, and helped you sit comfortably after lying in such a straining position for so long. The truth was, if he let you stay in that position for longer, he might be tempted to bury his fingers deep inside you again. God, he already missed the feeling of your pussy around them. He looked around to make sure there was no one around.
"You good?" he asked, lips pressed against your cheek in a soft kiss.
You humed in response.
"I'm sorry about your car" you said, guiding Hongjoong eyes to the part of the back seat between you two that was covered in cum. Hongjoong's chest rose and fell with a deep sigh.
"It's my fault. I was too impatient"
"How are you going to survive a whole month?"
Something flashed in Hongjoong's eyes. Something soft and unguarded.
"I think I'll manage, if you help me out"
You bit your lip. It was obvious he was still incredibly horny. So were you.
"Do you think you'll last until we reach my apartment?" you didn't miss the way Hongjoong's eyebrows rose, eyes shining, then it disappeared after he took a quick glance at the time on his phone.
"I have to go back to the dorm..."
You playfully shrugged.
"You could be very quiet" you whispered into his lips before kissing them so softly it made his dick twitch.
"I can't be, you just saw" he retorted, but you could tell he only needed a little push.
"It's easy if your mouth is busy" you kissed his neck, tongue dragging swiftly through te spot "Buried under my pretty pussy"
"Okay" that's all he said before he got out and got on the driver's seat "Stay there, I can't drive if you sit next to me, please"
in which after a heated club night, mingi teaches his best friend how to have sex !
content warning: gay sex, oral sex, anal sex, mingi's first time topping, virgin!reader / reader's first time, car sex, dacryphilia (?), fingering, size kink, unprotected sex (don't irl !), non-idol au (?) implied second round
lmk if there are any more :p
loosely inspired by addison rae's diet pepsi <33
author's note: hi everyonee !! tysm for all the love on the jiwoong fic, and im back with an anon req, sorry if this took too long im kinda busy with life :p. i wrote this in 3rd person instead of 2nd person this time so reading this might be diff from the first one. this is my first time writing for mingi so i hope its realistic lmao đ
also mingichella ruined my life.
! MINORS DNI !
"So, where are we going?" y/n asked, curiosity laced in his tone. Currently he was sitting in front of the mirror, legs folded on the hotel room carpet as he dabbed a brush with black eyeshadow on the outer corners of his eyes, brushing through his black tresses, moving silky strands out of his eyes. "You randomly just told me to get ready without telling me anything..."
Y/n could hear shuffling around the hotel room. From the corner of his eyes he could see Mingi shuffling through his coats and leather jackets hanging in all their black and grey glory, waiting to be picked by him to go out in the cigarette-and-chanel no.5-smelling streets of new york.
You and Mingi were finally taking your "best friends" trip that the both had you been raving about since you learned about the existence of New York City. You could tell in Mingi's smirk that he was planning something, and you were scared what he was cooking up in that mischevious head of his.
"Should I just go bare-chested?" Mingi asked, from one corner of the hotel room, out of view from the mirror you peered into, searching for his face. You turned around from where his voice came.
Mingi ruffled his freshly dyed platinum-blonde hair, an impulse decision he made yesterday, claiming that it "would look hot". His leather pants stretched and wrinkled across his long legs and thighs with perfection, glistening under the harsh blindingness of the white hotel room lights. A black jacket draped his torso, with sparkling chains and necklaces adorning his neck. As he cheekily stated, it was obvious he was wearing no shirt underneath, a tackily zipped-up zipper threatening to reveal his lower torso and abs.
Y/n rolled his eyes, barely containing a gasp out of pure shock. "Fuckin' slut." he says, his tone laced with sarcasm. "It's a good outfit, but I don't know where we're going to, so I can't place you on the cunt-o-meter just yet."
Mingi raised an eyebrow. "Cunt-o-meter?"
Y/n rolled his eyes. "How much cunt you're serving. Depends on the occasion you're serving all this for." he says, eyes scanning over his 6 foot frame.
"Trust me, we need maximum point on the cunt-o-meter." Mingi cringed as the words came out his mouth, muttering a small "whatever that means."
"Well then, you're good to go, then!" Y/n says cheerily, his words accompanied by a quick "click!" of his makeup palette closing up. He fluttered his eyelids to show off his "edgy" eye look he was planning. "How do I look?"
Mingi smirked. "I like it, you look like a pretty boy." He giggled, showing off his gummy smile that made y/n heart skip a beat at his cuteness, despite how the other was dressed right now. Y/n got up, awkwardly twirling around to show off his outfit.
"Now, unlike you I am not a slut and do infact have self respect. How do I look?" Y/n's outfit was moderately simple - an oversized black sweater he borrowed from Mingi, with denim shorts cheekily teasing at his thighs, and the white knee-lenghts he was seemingly obsessed with.
At this, Mingi wrapped an arm around the shorter's shoulders, his arm seemingly overtaking his entire figure. He smiled. "Let's go."
timeskip
"Alright, that was the first and last time I'm going clubbing with your ass." Y/n groaned, practically collasping into the passenger seat of a somehow sober Mingi's car. Mingi giggled at his friend, who was currently rolling his eyes and proudly displaying him a middle finger. "And why didn't you tell me we were gonna go clubbing? I would've dressed sluttier!" Y/n whined.
"Wearing what, exactly?" Mingi raised an eyebrow in a cocky fashion. "You're scared to go to the pool shirtless. Heck, you can't even wear tank tops in front of me!" He teased. Mingi laughed at y/n's reaction, which was now both middle fingers being stretched in front of his face.
"Whatever. Atleast I don't have the lack of self respect that I let myself being tossed around between 4 guys !" Y/n exclaimed, pointing to Mingi's smudged lipgloss.
"Well, atleast I don't sit in the corner despite half the club trying to flirt with me!" Mingi replied with the same snarky tone. "And I remember that I don't own the glasses!"
"Song Mingi, I'm gonna kill you- and I didn't end up taking the glass with me, did I?" but Y/n's counterattack was ignored.
Mingi had a sinister look on his face. "You had atleast 5 guys foaming at the mouth to take you home, and yet you complain about being single." He smirked with a look of intrigue. "Could it be..." He leaned in closer to y/n till he ear brushed against his pink lips. "You don't know how to have sex, y/n?"
The flustered look on Y/n's face confirmed his suspicions. "Eyes on the road, idiot!" Y/n retaliated, causing Mingi to smirk as he continued driving.
"So, your innocent ass doesn't know how to fuck? How surprising for someone as freaky as you."
"Just keep driving or I'll cannibalize you."
Mingi's car suddenly came to a hault in some dark corner, in some street that seemed nowhere near the streets you memorized on the way to your hotel. Mingi leaned in closer, inhaling the smell of alcohol and your sweet perfume mixed with sweat that lingered on his sweater, currently draping your figure.
"Mingi, where are w-"
"Backseat. Now."
"What the fu-"
"Now."
smut below, minors dni.
"M-mingi, fuck!" Y/n's cheek was flush against the leather seat covers. In the darkness of the night. His shorts were thown away somewhere in the process, windows fogged up, the air conditioner's cool wind sending chills down Y/n bottom and thighs.
Mingi thrust his fingers in Y/n's hole scissoring him in an attempt to loosen up. Y/n's legs found their way to Mingi's shoulders, resting on them as Mingi held onto Y/n's thighs for dear life, imprinting the cool metal designs of Mingi's rings into the shorter's inner thighs. "Fuck, y/n, you're so tight~" He cooed, loving the whimpers that spilled out of the other's mouth. He didn't even bother taking off the other's pants, or his own, even. Mingi was impaitent to get to the good part immediately, simply choosing to unzip his zipper.
He trailed kisses down your neck - hot, open-mouthed kisses, leaving bites and marks across your collarbone and neck, nuzzling his hot face against the crook of your neck. "So responsive..." he groaned. "f I knew you made all those slutty sounds I would've wrecked you long ago..."
His words sent shivers down your spine. You didn't even have time to recollect yourself when Mingi pulled his fingers out, giving you a maximum of 5 seconds to relaxation before he forced his length into you. It wasn't the most girthy dick, but god, was it long and strong. You felt every individual vein, pumping up hard and fast into his erection. Mingi practically shreiked when you clenched around his lenght, hard and tight.
"God damn, so eager to get railed. I might just top more often." Mingi groaned, his voice hoarse and deep. He experimentally began thrusting in and out at a slow and then fast pace. His inconsistency drove you insane: He was trying you out, trying to see what got the best reaction from you.
That's when it happened: His dick slammed into your prostate, targetting a sensetive bundle of nerves. You twitched so hard you were surprised you didn't just cum right then and there. Mingi noticed your blissed-out expression and loud moan. He smirked. "You like that, pretty boy? Ya like when I slam into you like that?" You nodded desperately.
"Lemme do it again, then." A wicked smile adorned his face. And he did. Over and over, slamming down on your sweet spot. Estcasy claimed over you so many times as your velvet walls clamped down on his member. Both of you groaned in unison. Being on the edge of pleasure was so blaringly good that you didn't even realize when you tipped over, letting out velvet white ropes of your substance, coating Mingi and yourself.
"Cum for me, boy~" Mingi cooed, as he too, filled you with his load, blissfully rolling his eyes back as he bit his lip, riding out his high. His substance inside you was an intoxicating feeling. You never wanted it to end.
Mingi rested his forehead against yours, panting. "Let's continue this in the hotel." He smirked, and you nodded.
I LITERALLY WAS TELLING THE TRUTH Y'ALL, I JUST EDITED OUT THE FEW SILENT MOMENTS AND ADDED A PIC, BUT IT'S ACTUALLY JUST MINGI'S TALKING AND MOANING LIKE THAT !!!!
(The "video" is like almost 4 minutes)
THIS MAN IS INSANE ISTG, WE DON'T EVEN NEED PORN AUDIOS MADE BY PEOPLE ANYMORE BC HE'S MAKING THEM BY HIMSELF đ
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