fight so dirty, love so sweet
mingi (model au)
cw; MDNI, coworker smut, dom!|mingi, ring kink, power play, teasing, hate fucking, forced proximity, mirror fucking, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol sharing, bruising.
word count; 3.1k
AN; hands down on of my favourite pieces i've wrote. inspired by mingi's paris fashion week look!! not affiliated with ATEEZ - all fictional
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Paris.
City of love. Full of romance, art and culture. Ideal vacation.
Unfortunately you weren't here for fun. No, you were here to manage South Korea's most insufferable bad boy. Chosen to be the handler of Song Mingi was supposed to be a privilege, given his achievements and popularity.
Privilege it was not.
Three words summed him up; obnoxious, egotistical and wild.
Constant scandals plastered over social media, causing nothing but grief for the stream of managers he'd previously had. He was beyond hard work. It was a miracle he still had a career. Then again, you'd been his manager for a year now and had miraculously cleaned up any potential messes he'd made. Something he loathed. All his former managers had been mousy, barely uttered a word to him. But, you? You were the only one able to tackle him head on and he despised that.
Every chance he got, he did his best to get under your skin. Seeing if there was a breaking point you had, any way that you would crack and he would win. But you never gave him the satisfaction.
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Paparazzi swarmed the hotel as your limo pulled up outside; security already in position. A small sigh left your lips, energy levels already drained from the flight.
"Is the princess tired?"
Mingi's voice cut through your fatigue, immediately setting off your defences.
"A black eye really wouldn't be good for your image, Mingi."
Subtle warning murmured as you opened the door and stepped out into the horde of adoring fans and eager journalists. Mingi's lips curled into a smirk as he placed his sunglasses on, watching as you slammed the door behind you.
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"Surely there's been a mistake. There should be two rooms."
There was no way this was happening. No way the company would book yourself and Mingi into one room. They were more than aware of the tumultuous relationship you and their bad boy shared.
"I'm sorry, Miss. It's one room under the name Song Mingi."
Scrunching your nose up in frustration, trying to keep calm as you asked the clerk to check one more time.
"What are the chances it's just one bed too?"
Stiffening at the sound of his voice inches from your ear, you tried to ignore the possibility he had brought to light.
"Then I hope you make the floor comfy."
By now you'd mastered how to keep your voice low enough that no-one else could hear, but loud enough that Mingi knew you were insulting him. Faintest brush of his fingers along your lower waist caused a stir inside of you, his breath now ghosting your ear.
"You know it turns me on when you play hard to get."
Drawing your elbow back, you jabbed him in the chest, not too hard, but enough for him get to the idea. Directing your attention back to the apologetic clerk, you could tell from his expression that there really was only one room. Fuck.
Mingi plucked the key card from the clerk, giving him one of his signature winks before nudging you towards the elevator.
"Come on, princess. Let's find our room."
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Some days you missed the simplicity of your old life. No early mornings, no late nights. The ability to do whatever you liked and not have to worry about the implications it would cause the reputation of the company. Being a manager meant you were just as much in the spotlight as the models. Which also meant wearing the designer labels and acting the part. For this specific event you were showing off the latest wear from Dolce and Gabbana. Catching a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, you touched up your lipstick before facing Mingi.
Decked head to toe in Christian Louboutin, his attention fully on whatever he was posting on social media. For a moment, you stripped away his frustration inducing personality and focused on the fact he was a handsome guy. Ridiculously blonde hair, cheekbones that were so defined it made you jealous, two moles on his face that would make any person's heart flutter.
"Last person who looked at me like that ended up sucking my-"
"Do not finish that sentence if you value your life."
Throwing a hand up, stopping in his tracks.
"I do not need a run down of your sexual encounters, enough of them have been on the internet."
Shaking your head, you plucked the phone from his hands, placing it down on the oak table behind him.
"Please just for once will you behave? You know tonight is an important night. It isn't just your career on the line, it's mine too. And so help me God, if you fuck this up for me..."
Without sounding like you were begging him, you absentmindedly fixed the chain around his neck as you spoke. Mingi arched an eyebrow, his large hands clasping over yours, catching you off guard.
"If I'm a good boy, does that mean I get reward?"
Low whisper rumbled in his chest, lips curving into the too well known smirk of his. Caught in his grasp, aftershave dulling your senses, you faltered for a split second. Then you were hit with reality, snatching your hands from underneath his, your eyes narrowing into a hard stare.
"Stop fucking around."
Mingi tilted his head, blonde strands falling across his forehead as he did so.
"That's twice you've cursed now, not something I'm used to hearing. Say it again."
Constant mind games between the two of you. That's how it worked. But something about this time felt different. Usually there was a lot more distance between you, barely any advances made by Mingi, just the usual flirty taunts. Silence flared around you both as you didn't give into the request, causing Mingi to sigh softly.
"It's okay, you'll say a lot more when I'm fucking you."
Electricity pulsated through the atmosphere, nothing but pure unadulterated shock smacked you straight in the face. Many times Mingi had implied situations, never had he been so direct. Heat instantly smattered itself across your cheeks, the first time you had truly blushed at someone's actions. At Mingi's actions. Your body was ablaze as his eyes never wavered from you. If anything, even behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses, you could see the intense way he was observing you. Fingers skimming your jawline as he tilted your chin upwards, directing your gaze to meet his.
"Don't act so surprised baby. I've made it clear how much I want you. Just like you've made it crystal clear how much you need me."
Obnoxious certainty wove it's way through his tone, thumb tracing circles on your jaw.
"I don't want you."
A reply so pitiful, you, yourself didn't even believe it as the words left your mouth. Mingi peered over the top of his sunglasses, disbelief from your lie visibly rolling off him.
"So you just get yourself off to my photos for what? Sexual research?"
Eyes widening at the accusation Mingi made, nothing but embarrassment snaking its way up your body and suffocating you. This was not happening- he couldn't know- there was no way he could know.
"Don't be shy, I think it's hot. My pretty little manager playing hard to get, but fucks her own fingers while she thinks of me."
Specific lines are not supposed to be crossed with professional relationships. Those lines had been completely muddied.
"We are done here."
"We are done when I say we are done, baby."
Heart was erratic in your chest as Mingi picked up the champagne bottle gifted to him. Popping the cork so effortlessly, pouring the alcohol into the champagne flute before turning back to face you. Whilst he sipped and savoured the taste, you took the opportunity to defend yourself.
"I never wanted to be your manager, I never had the choice. Privileged is what I was told it was. They were wrong. It's punishment."
Despite your best efforts, the statement fell flat, your words harbouring the tiniest fracture of a lie.
"Turns me on seeing you try and convince yourself that you aren't affected by me. Falling apart and I haven't even touched you."
Anger slashed through you at his mocking tone. Bold amusement flowing off him.
"I hate you."
Three words you'd whispered, shouted and sighed at him many times before.
"And yet, you're soaked for me, aren't you?"
Mingi's assumption caused your thighs to involuntarily press together, heat tearing through you, mixed with shame. That was all it took. Tossing his sunglasses behind him, icy gaze pinning you to the spot as he ran a hand through his hair.
Swift and fast, you were tugged into him, caged against his body. First time you'd been enclosed in his grasp, no space left between you both.
"You're going to ride my fingers until my rings are soaked."
Hand encircling your throat, a rush of air leaving your lips as he bunched your dress up with his free hand.
"Then I'm going to taste just how wet I make you, before I fuck the hate out of you."
Not a shred of hesitation left him as his fingers teased along the waistband of your underwear, hand dipping in, an immediate growl leaving him.
"You're so wet. Fuck, I knew you got off on this."
Applying pressure around your throat, his thumb brushed your clit before he pushed two fingers into your heated core. Lips parting, as the pleasure overrode your senses, his rings grazing your clit as he worked his fingers meticulously.
"All that playing hard to get and really you just wanted to be fucked like the insatiable little slut I know you crave to be."
Mingi's words vibrated against your lips as he kissed you. Hungry and rough. Fingers sliding in and out, causing you to let a moan escape. Mingi swallowed your moan, biting your bottom lip as he did so. You could feel your body starting to shake, the sizzling pleasure setting your bones alight.
"That's it baby, you know what you have to do. Soak my rings and I'll fuck you."
Tipped over the edge from his encouragement, your hands desperately clung onto him as your hips bucked against his fingers, coating them. Withdrawing his fingers instantly, inspecting his drenched rings. Eyes flicking to yours, holding your gaze as he sucked both of his fingers clean. Tasting the mess you'd made.
Pulling you forward, still with one hand around your throat, he kissed you roughly again.
"I knew you wouldn't disappoint."
Trying to regain your breath felt impossible, your thighs were slick and you were sensitive more than ever. But you knew this was far from over and the twisted part of you was thrilled.
Releasing your neck, Mingi spun you around to face the lengthways mirror. The reflection of you both stared back at you. You'd never taken notice of the height difference before; you couldn't shake it off now it was right in front of your face.
"I'm going to fuck you in front of this mirror."
It was a fact. Hard, simple fact.
"You're going to scream my name so everyone in this hotel knows I own you professionally, mentally and physically."
Any kind of attempt to speak was squandered. What could you possibly say back to him? His icy blue eyes were penetrating yours in the reflection. Fucking contacts, you hated yourself for suggesting he wear them.
"Words baby. Tell me you understand."
Professionalism had gone out of the window. Not a single remnant of it left. Your heart was in your mouth, the line already crossed- it was a dot now. If you did this, if you gave in and did the unthinkable, it would be game over. No coming back from it. Mingi's hand once again lacing around your throat as he pressed himself into you. A shallow breath left your lungs as you felt the sheer hardness of his cock pushing into your lower back. Lips grazed the shell of your ear as he continued holding your eye contact in the mirror.
"Want to know a secret, jagiya?"
Featherlight whisper, the pet name striking an humiliating rush of emotions to filter through your veins. A pet name only used for those that were deemed special enough to wear it.
"After every meeting we had, every encounter, every time we were in a room together... I would fuck my fist thinking of you. Didn't matter where we were, I'd find somewhere private and envision that pretty mouth sucking my cock."
Pressure increased around your throat, his rings digging into your flesh as his eyes darkened with every word. You were fucked. So beyond fucked. Confession from him, matching your dirty secret. Unsure of how he knew about your shameful skeletons in the cupboard; knowing you'd pleasured yourself to him- it was something you didn't bear thinking about.
"So, use your words and tell me you understand that I'm going to make you mine in every single way."
"I understand."
Two words of confirmation.
"Good girl."
A small purr of approval as his hand slinked away from your throat and he took a step back, once again reaching for the bottle of champagne. Mingi brought the bottle to his lips, taking a deep sip before tapping your lips with a free finger. Instinctively you parted your them, opening your mouth for him. Towering over you, the champagne trickled from his lips, filling your mouth. Intoxicated by the way you obeyed his demand, his gaze glowing with raw hunger.
"Swallow."
And you did. Swallowing the champagne he'd shared with you, not breaking the eye contact as you did so. Satisfaction etched it's way into Mingi's face as he watched.
"So fucking obedient for me, even if you hate it."
Another harsh kiss against your mouth before he placed the bottle down, next move already in motion. Dragging the chair from the corner, he positioned it in front of the mirror, Mingi sat down, manspreading as he nodded for you to stand before him.
"Take the dress off, jagiya."
Mingi toyed with the rings on his fingers, waiting for you to do as you were told.
"Mingi we have to leave soon-"
"The entire industry know I'm always fashionably late. Stop deflecting."
"Mingi."
A warning that fell limp. Leaning forward, hands splayed across his lap.
"Either you take the dress off or I'll rip it off you, your choice."
For a moment, you were tempted to test his theory, but you knew him well enough to know he absolutely would rip the dress from your body. Slowly, you pushed the straps of the dress off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. Heat seeped through your body, fanning the flames that were already roaring inside of you.
As soon as the material hit the floor, Mingi was shrugging out of his designer shirt, revealing his ridiculously toned chest; something you had never even got a slither of a look at. The heavy silver chain laying neatly against his honeyed skin. Looping his arm around your waist, he drew you into him, sliding the shirt over your arms and letting it drape against you.
Finger's trailed down your bare stomach, glidning against your hipbone.
"You should wear my clothes more often."
Unbuckling his belt, freeing his cock with one hand as the other hand interlocked with yours, tugging you towards him as he sat back down. Silently guiding you, turning you to face the mirror, fingers pulling your lace underwear to the side. Anticipation built up inside of you, Mingi steadying you as he lowered you onto his aching cock.
Nothing could have ever prepared you for the way Mingi felt. Hands securing you, moving his hips against you. Uncontrollable moans left your mouth as your head fell back, completely submerged in the bliss he was feeding you.
"Don't look away, jagiya. I told you, eyes on the mirror. Watch us."
Hushed demand breathed against the nape of your neck as he traced wet and hot kisses against your shoulder blades. Fingertips denting your skin as he clung onto you, upping his rhythm, teeth sinking into your shoulder. A cry of pleasure and pain ripped through you, causing your hands to grip his thighs.
"Cry for it, baby."
Rough and harsh, Mingi growled as he lifted his eyes above your shoulder, watching you crumble against him with nothing holding you back. So many of your walls were cracking, your shields smashed to pieces as you allowed Mingi to fuck you like you were his own personal toy.
"Such a beautiful slut for me."
Nothing in his tone implied he was being harsh, if anything it was as if he was praising you. Both of you were caught in a storm of passionate hate fucking. Kiss swollen lips, bruised skin and soaking wet. But, he wasn't done. Before you could reach your high, Mingi slid you off him, immediate emptiness was felt. Not for long though. Turning your around so you were facing him this time, not as gentle as before, he pushed himself back inside of you.
"Look at me."
Half lidded eyes found his gaze, your arms involuntary hooking around his neck as you rocked your hips against him.
"Ruining you was my greatest victory."
This statement ignited some lost defiance in you, last revival of your sanity. Without thinking, you raised your hand, palm connecting with his cheek. Not once did his thrusts stop, if anything your pissed off action caused him to increase his pace. Biting his lower lip, he wrapped his arms around you, pushing you further onto his cock.
"That's it, remember you hate me."
"You're fucking insane-"
"And it gets you wet."
Last of the verbal abuse, you both marred your moans together. Heat engulfing the room as Mingi made good on his promise and fucked every last ribbon of hatred of of you.
"You're leaving here with my cum dripping down your thighs. A reminder that you belong to me."
Muffled words echoed in your mind as you both hit your peak, reaching the high together. Panting against him, you relaxed against his sweat sheened chest, already feeling the shame of what you'd done.
"Ah, ah. None of that, jagiya."
Two fingers brushed your chin, encouraging you to look at him.
"We shouldn't-"
"If I didn't fuck you tonight, it would have been tomorrow. Or it would have been on the flight home. I was going to fuck you, it was just a matter of when."
Unbelievable how self assured he was. Never an ounce of regret in the way he spoke or moved.
"And that was just the beginning."
This caused your eyebrows to pull together in confusion.
"What? Did you think I was going to just fuck you and throw you under the bus?"
Your silence give away your answer.
"Oh, baby. Why would I jeopardise the one thing that makes me feel alive?"
Pad of his thumb ghosted your swollen lips, a tender touch.
"I intend on being your shadow every second of every day, fucking you until you fall in love with me."
