HEAR ME OUT. After watching the All In mv, I have gained knowledge. This turned out so long and messy. Iâm so sorry TT. Some warnings include: bad writing, smut, and probably me just cussing. @mikoto-ica-fics this was the thought I was talking about!! Aaaaaahhhhh
You work at one of the busiest banks in the city. One morning, when everyone comes into work, but then panic ensues once the employees find notes at the front door, telling them that this is a warning. Soon the bank will be emptied of all its assets if theyâre not careful. Your boss, of course, does not take these threats seriously and demands you all go back to work as usual.Â
A day later, something does actually happen. Some money goes missing from the bank, and it causes a frenzy among the employees. Now your boss is a little more concerned, but heâs sure itâs nothing to be too worried about. But to be safe, he calls in a private investigator to find anything suspicious.Â
The next morning, private investigator, Lee Minho, waltzes in to investigate the threat and the missing money. Your boss questions why heâs here since he hasnât even made the call yet. Minho reassures him that heâs already been paid for his services, and that one of the other employees must have called him, however they wanted to remain anonymous, so Minho has no idea who it was. Your Boss is a little hesitant, but he allows Minho to continue since itâs not coming out of his pocket.Â
For the rest of the day, Minho inspects the entirety of the bank. He doesnât speak with anyone unless he needs access to a room. You canât help but look at him in awe, wondering how someone so handsome could work as a PI. Itâs almost like heâs straight out of a novel. Itâs almost impossible to take your eyes off of him. So impossible that you actually get called out for it by one of your coworkers, who decides to loudly announce to the whole room for you to stop ogling the detective. Itâs even more embarrassing when the victim of your stares is now paying attention to you because of that little scene.Â
After having a look around the bank, the next day Minho decides itâs time to start questioning some of the employees. It's a few hours later until he finally comes knocking on your office door. He saunters in like a cat as he takes a seat in front of your desk. He asks you a few standard questions such as if you seen anything strange going on, or asking you where you were the night the money was stolen. You answer as quickly and as calmly as you can. But the dreamy dark gaze he keeps gazing at you with has your heart beating out of your chest.Â
After your little questionnaire, Minho stands from his seat and lazily walks towards your office window, looking out into the sea of employees and patrons. âIâve noticed youâve been observing me quite a lot, Miss L/n. Mind explaining yourself?â he ask just as he twist the blinds shut, shielding the both of you from the outside world.Â
You gulp at the question. Youâre not entirely sure whatâs going through his mind right now, but you know well whatâs going through yours: oh shit. You canât believe heâs calling you out. âW-well. I mean I never seen a detective up close so I just was a little surprised, Thatâs allâ you twiddle your thumbs, hoping that will ease some of your nerves. It doesnât help much.Â
Minho waits for an actual answer. Thereâs a painfully smug smirk on his face, that normally you would wish to punch off of anyone, but it looked so fucking hot on him. You slink back in your office chair, feeling smaller and smaller when he approaches your desk once again. He leans against it, showcasing his clearly toned arms that hide beneath the cursed shirt heâs wearing.Â
âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say youâve been admiring me. Getting too lost staring at me that you forget to do your own work,â he clicks his tongue, âSuch a bad girl...â A chill immediately courses down your body. That was unexpected. You nearly think about the wetness thatâs beginning to pool in your pantie, but you remember that youâre at work and heâs a detective. This is so wrong.Â
âMr. Lee I donât think this is-â
Minho raises a brow, âHm? Appropriate? Just like itâs appropriate to have dirty thoughts about a private investigator?â heâs known you for almost less than a day and he already understands how you work. He walks around your desk and stands just besides you. Like a scared animal, you jump out of your seat. He leans down and his hot breath hits your cheek, âI can show you just what Iâve learned while on the job. Would you like that, hm?âÂ
Youâre not sure whatâs gotten into you, but your mind is ablaze. You know you shouldnât be doing this, but youâre weak. Almost pathetically, youâre quick to answer him, âPleaseâ
In an instant, Minho grabs a hold of your chin and pulls you into him, dragging you into a heated kiss. His lips are soft and warm, almost addicting. The kiss is messy, but calculated like he knows exactly what heâs doing. Heâs so sweet that you moan. You can feel the smirk on his face.Â
His hands roam down to your shoulders and then to your waist. Within seconds he grips you tightly and lifts you onto your desk with ease. His lips donât leave yours for a second as he rips apart the buttons at the front of your blouse. At this point your mind is blank, only filled with him and his hot touch. You donât even consider why heâs doing what heâs doing. Perhaps heâs been secretly eyeing you as well. Maybe youâre just another easy fuck. Whatever his reasons may be, you donât really care about. All you care about right now is having him pound all your troubles away.Â
While youâre too busy being lost in bliss, Minho is thinking. Heâs scheming and plotting. He thinks to himself, âSheâs the oneâ. He runs his plan through his mind. This is going to be the biggest job him and the boys have ever pulled off.
kookie is too much sometimes- scratch that- all the time. buuuut tbh something i admire about both men, their thighs omllll đ„”đł also low key want kookie to get a nose piercing bc it would look hot on him and joong needs a few tattoos đ„”đ„” ~joongie's anon
T H I G H S are the best thing in the world. And omg the piercings and tattoos would be so fucking hot. What kind of images are you putting in my head
awww Shinwonđđđ well what if we were not in public and just in the house?
He would melt on the spot and his dick would be hard a mach speed. He's not going to complain. Maybe he'll give in a dick you down, or maybe he'll sit back and watch you get off on him
it's all good. did you sleep well? and uhh đŹ it's jungkook.... but i wouldn't necessarily say he's taking joong's place, he just also wants my attention đ đ đ đ ~joongie's anon
I slept okay. Woke up to a cat pouncing on my face đ€Ł and kookie? Damn Hongjoong's a little jelly, but understands. Jungkook is just too sexc
yessđđđ I also wanna know how Shinwon would react if me and him would share a McDonald's meal (i'm sitting on his lap) and I rub my butt a bit on his crotch as he eatsđ
Honestly the poor boy would freeze, not knowing what to do. He's always down for some teasing, but the two of you are in public. He would become so flustered
Yupđ AP kinda sucksđ And yeah, all I want right now is to cuddle Hongseok or Kino, or BOTH and receive kisses from themđŁđŁđŁ~
Bro cuddles sound so good right now. And they could only be the best at cuddling and making you feel warm and protected while giving you lots of affection
hyunjinâs thighs has been wrecking me lately, can you please write a thigh riding fic? thank you
bro hyunthighsâŠâŠ. HYUNTHIGHSâŠâŠ i have so much to say about this like for real
nsfw // thigh riding
he uses his thighs as a weapon against you. like, imagine coming home from a long day of work. youâre tired, youâre stressed out and youâre also still mildly angry at one of your coworkers that you got in an argument with during a meeting because they refused to think things over even just once. and youâre all worked up and tense and it just melts away into neediness as soon as you see hyunjin sitting on the couch with those leather pants on. you know the ones. and his thighs look delicious.
so you know. you drop your coat by the door. you kick off your shoes. make your way over to him. greet him by sitting on his lap. and being the sweetheart he is, of course at first he doesnât realize you have an ulterior motive for that move, so he just sweetly holds your head in his hands and starts pecking your face all over, because what he does notice is the neediness love in your eyes, and he wants to return it, duh!
and sure, it cheers you up a bit, so you giggle, which makes him giggle. unfortunately for you, when he giggles he doesnât just make that sound, no way, he uses his whole body. meaning he tenses up that godly thigh of his, right under where youâre sat. and then he notices the change in your face, and realizes your plan. you know he does because he pulled the biggest smirk ever out of nowhere and plastered it all over his face.
âyou like my outfit?â he mumbles ever so lowly, his lips just grazing your ear, your hair in his hands.
âhm-mmm,â is all you can bring out, really. heâs driving you crazy and he knows it, and you know very well that heâs aware of it now. mainly because heâs flexing under you again, just to have some fun with riling you up a bit more.
âanything you wanna say to me?â he mumbles, lips ghosting over yours. heâs such a tease man he wont even kiss you. âyou know what i want.â
he chuckles lowly. âthen take what you want.â another flex of that muscle under you, and heâs sending you over the edge before youâve even started anything.
so now here you are, grinding down on this manâs thigh as if your life is depending on it, and heâs just so casual about it. like, heâs just on the couch, his arms spread out over the backrest, not guiding you or even touching you, just enjoying the view⊠the view being you wrecking yourself on his thigh, of course. he lets out the lowest, dirtiest moans that have ever graced the earth, i know he gets vocal as hell when you ride his thigh i just know it. he lets his head fall back, and just completely relaxes into the feeling of you on him, only ever moving every once in a while to flex his thigh or bounce his leg up and down for a moment.
and while heâs having his fun there, youâre coming undone right there on his thigh, barely even able to hold yourself up because man he drives you crazy. and he feels so good. and of course his hands will then land on your waist to steady you, later moving to your hips to ride you through your high. and when youâre done and let yourself fall onto his chest, he just strokes your hair softly and kisses your head as he holds you. and also very softly whispers into your ear that that wonât be your last orgasm of the day. hyunjin and his thighs are evil.
BONUS
(IS HE INSANE?!?! put those things away before i go nuts!!!)
aww thank you so much!! you deserve all the love and support in the world!! you're important! remember to take breaks to eat and drink water!!!!! anyways um... i think hongjoong is going to kill me... đŹđł
Thank you! I try to as much as I can <3 as in "he's so fucking hot" he's going to kill me, or "I'm simping over another man" he's going to kill me? đ€
Currently finishing up some AP work~ I've also been listening to Pentagon's Daisyđđđđđ (also kinda fantasizing about the Pentagon members oop-đ)
AP is so hard. It makes me cry đą AND PENTAGON IS AMAZING. I love Daisy so much. I can't blame you for thinking about them
aww, don't stress out too much hun!! đâš i'm always here if you wanna talk :) i'm actually doing great!! i got a new job, broke up with my bf (bc i need to focus on myself), and i feel like things are finally looking up for me ~joongie's anon
That's great! I'm happy that you're feeling good and taking time for yourself (that's always important!) Itâs what you deserve đ€â€â€ I only wish you the best and lots of love
Hi baby! Sorry I responded so late đ you see, I did the old fliparoo. I said I was back, and then immediately disappeared off earth again. I hate school so much lol. I've been doing okay, just a little stressed from all the work. How are you?
Your thighs sting from the rope wrapped around your legs, holding them securely on either side of you. Mascara smudged down your cheeks, though you werenât even sure when the tears slipped out of your eyes in the last three rounds your boyfriend put you through.
The burn of Jisungâs hand clutching your throat helped numb some of the discomfort, letting you focus on the stretch of his girth pushing into you.
âYouâre still holding on tight after cumming three times, baby?â He didnât really expect you to answer when his fist barely allowed air to reach your lungs. âYouâre such a cute cock addict.â Jisung punctuated every word with a lazy, deep push against your hips and the room echoed with your exhausted sighs.
âHanâŠâ Even with the brutal force of his thrusts your whispers catch his attention as he leans closer to listen to you, meeting your eyes in the low light. âHan, can you please fill me up?â
Yellow streetlight from your open window cast his silhouette in a warm glow, hitting him like a halo above you. And why would he ever deny you when you whimper under him, each breath at his control and begging for him to use you?
âFuck, you want me to cum inside you?â His fingers detached from your neck to steady himself against the bed frame. âTell me who fucks you this good? Who does this little whore belong to?â
Teeth grazed sharply against your collarbone with the first gasp of his name leaving your lips, ravaging the fragile skin into a delicate bruise as your whimpers grew restless and his own breathing staggered and you knew he was close to his release. Tensing his arms with warm breath on you cheek, Jisung hit against you harshly, headboard creaking against the wall in time with your high. The sticky, hot feeling in your stomach peaked when his thumb massaged your clit in slow circles, deliberately dragging out the move just enough to make your eyes water.
âLook how well you ride me, baby. So messy and you still tremble whenever I touch you.â
Jisungâs phone flash distracted you only for the millisecond it takes to realise he photographed the way you pathetically cling around him, crying out for every flick of his hand as he emptied into you.
In the silence of the aftermath, where the only thing breaking your peace was your own panting, Jisung fell face first into your shoulder after removing your binds with practiced delicacy. He settled on top of your chest, hair brushing your nose as you weave your fingers through sweaty hair before propping himself up in his elbows above you.
You thought he was going to speak, but he dropped a chaste kiss on your forehead before even opening his mouth, and your own lips curled into a content smile.
âI love you.â
How easily the words fall from his mouth, so fragile in contrast to the last hours he spent in frigid command. His forehead bumps against yours as his eyes flutter shut, finding his breath. âThank you for trusting me, with this.â
Your mind was already hazed over with sleep as he spoke, but he didnât seem to mind, detangling himself from you to reach the stack of towels and soothing cream by the mattress. The first time he fucked you so harshly, your legs throbbed too much to even think of standing, so your sweetheart accepted the duty of carrying you to the bath and delicately rinsing you clean. Since then heâd started a habit of storing warm towels just in case, along a packet of soothing wet wipes and antiseptic within an armâs reach.
âDo you need anything, baby?â Jisungâs warm hands weaved through your hair, relaxing the leftover tensions and cramps in your shoulders from where the ropes held you. âOr do you just want to sleep?â
It was adorable, hearing the contrast in his voice when he muttered the nickname to you again. Moments ago it degraded you, mocking your whimpers and pleas, but when the switch flipped there was no sweeter sound than your name on his lips.
âLetâs just sleep, I have work early.â
His right hand grazed over your hip, remnants of his finger tip-shaped bruises scattered across your curves when you tilted your head upward to kiss the tip of his nose. Jisung was already used to your sleepy state since the first time you tried something beyond vanilla love making, and you both easily fell into a pattern of aftercare ending with his head on your chest as you brushed your finger down the bridge of his nose as soon as he finished taking care of you and any uncomfortable stickiness.
Jisungâs arms coiled securely around your waist, trapping you in his hold with his cheek against your shoulder.
The tuffs of his hair tickled your chin when he settled into the space between your collarbone and chest, and you smoothed down the strands with a gentle hand as to not disturb him more.
You have no idea when this little game started between you and Jisung, but you had never expected it to turn into this.
Jisungâs moans flood your headphones when he facetimeâs you, the clear view of him palming himself through his jeans being a treat to your eyes.
âArenât you supposed to be working with Bin and Chan?â
He just hums, his hips bucking slightly into his touch.
âThey went to get food.â
You turn away for a second to check that no one is around and when you turn back, he has his hand wrapped around his length, your mouth watering thinking about having him to yourself.
âWe shouldnât be doing this, Jisung. Itâs not right.â
Of course, he doesnât care. He freely letâs your name flow from his mouth between moans, his voice falling to a whisper when he registers how little time he has left.
âWish it was your hands. Theyâre so soft and pretty. Would feel so much better around my cock.â
Your own moan sneaks out and you can hear footsteps approach, Jisung already tugging his pants up with a cheeky smirk playing on his face just as the other two boys walk in.
âThanks for giving me your opinion! Iâll call you later.â
