In an interview Joshua shared that he recently bought a full-length mirror to be displayed in his room, and said that he just loves the aesthetic of it.
The truth is, he's crazy about fucking me in front of it. My ass protruded but he can see my tits shaking in the reflection while he's thrusting hard and fast.
He delights himself when he sees my pleased face every time he's bottoming out in my pussy.
It's like the mirror has magic because whenever he sees me in front of it, there's a sudden urge to discard my clothes and insert his cock inside me.
The thing about taking me in front of the mirror is he can fuck me while playing with my clit and my tits, and choke me and enjoy every emotion on my face while doing so.
minnie's note: i would kill anyone just to get arrested by officer choi 👅💦
The knock on the door came at 2:13 a.m.
by the time officer choi seungcheol stepped inside your dimly lit living room, the tension between you was already thick enough to taste.
you sat on the wide leather couch, legs crossed, dark red silk robe barely holding itself together. every time you shifted, the fabric whispered against your skin and slipped a little further off your shoulder, teasing the soft swell of your breast.
seungcheol tried to remain professional. he really did. but his eyes kept dragging over your body.
he cleared his throat and pulled out a small notepad.
“mrs. ___,” he started, voice deep and steady, “i’m going to need you to walk me through tonight. from the beginning.”
you swirled the wine in your glass and smiled faintly.
“of course, officer. where would you like me to start?”
“your husband was found in his office just after midnight. blunt force trauma to the head. neighbors reported hearing raised voices around 9 p.m. can you tell me what that argument was about?”
you leaned back, letting the robe slip another inch.
“the usual. money. his wandering hands. my refusal to keep looking the other way while he embarrassed me in public. married people fight, officer choi. it doesn’t mean i killed him.”
seungcheol’s eyes narrowed. he leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
“no one said anything about killing. i just find it strange that you seem… calm. most wives would be crying. shaking. you’re drinking wine like it’s any other night.”
you tilted your head, letting your gaze linger on his broad shoulders and the way his uniform stretched across his chest.
“would tears make you feel better, officer? would they convince you i’m innocent?” you took a slow sip, then added softly, “or are you hoping i’m guilty?”
his jaw flexed. he looked away for a second, then back at you.
“where were you between 9 and 11 p.m.?”
“home. i took a long bath. poured myself this wine. tried to forget how loud he could get when he was angry.”
“alone?”
“unfortunately.” you uncrossed your legs slowly, the robe falling open just enough to show you were bare underneath. “very alone.”
seungcheol’s gaze dropped. he stared longer than he should have, throat working as he swallowed. when his eyes finally lifted, they were darker.
“the statue in his office… the one missing a piece. you know anything about that?”
you smiled sweetly.
“it was ugly anyway. he liked expensive, ugly things.”
the room felt hotter. the grandfather clock ticked louder.
seungcheol stood up and walked closer, stopping just in front of you.
“you’re not afraid of me at all, are you?”
“should i be?” you rose slowly until your bodies were nearly touching. “or should i be more afraid of how much you keep looking at me instead of asking real questions?”
he exhaled sharply.
“you’re playing a dangerous game, mrs. ___.”
you reached up and lightly brushed a finger along his tie.
“i think you like it.”
that was all it took.
seungcheol grabbed your waist and pulled you against him, mouth crashing into yours with months of pent-up frustration.
his hands were rough, sliding under the silk robe and pushing it off your shoulders until it pooled at your feet. he groaned at the feeling of your bare skin, palming your ass and squeezing your breast as he walked you backwards toward the couch.
“fuck… you’ve been teasing me this whole time,” he growled against your mouth. “sitting here like a fucking dream while i’m supposed to be investigating you.”
you moaned softly, tugging at his belt.
“then investigate me properly, officer.”
he cursed and pushed you down onto the couch. in seconds he was on his knees, spreading your thighs wide and burying his face between them. his tongue dragged slowly from your entrance to your clit, tasting every inch of you before he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth.
“officer—” you gasped, back arching, fingers burying in his dark hair.
he ate you like a starving man — messy, greedy, and relentless. two thick fingers pushed deep inside you, curling against that spot that made you see stars while his tongue flicked fast and hard over your clit. your thighs shook around his head.
he didn’t stop even when your moans turned into broken cries, sucking harder until you came hard on his tongue, soaking his mouth and chin.
but he kept going, licking you through it, drawing out every shiver until you were whimpering.
when he finally pulled back, his lips were glossy. he stood up, quickly unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down. his cock sprang free — thick, heavy, and leaking. he stroked it slowly while staring down at your dripping pussy.
“turn around. bend over the couch.”
you obeyed, gripping the back of the couch as he lined himself up. he rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down your folds, teasing your clit until you were pushing back against him desperately.
then he thrust in deep in one stroke, stretching you open.
“fuck— so tight,” he groaned, gripping your hips hard. “this pussy is going to ruin me.”
he started fucking you with deep, powerful strokes, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the mansion. every thrust made your breasts bounce and pulled filthy moans from your throat.
he leaned over you, lips brushing your ear.
“tell me the truth,” he rasped, still pounding into you. “you killed him, didn’t you? smashed that statue over his head while he was yelling at you?”
you clenched hard around his cock.
“yes—” you moaned. “and i’d do it again.”
“fuck,” seungcheol snarled, slamming into you harder. “such a dirty little murderer. letting the cop investigating you fuck you raw the same night.”
his hand slipped around to rub your clit in tight circles. your second orgasm hit you like lightning — legs shaking violently, pussy pulsing around his thick length as you cried out his name.
seungcheol followed with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and filling you with hot, thick ropes of cum. he kept thrusting through it, pushing his release deeper inside you.
for a long moment, only heavy breathing and the ticking clock filled the room.
he stayed buried inside you, chest pressed to your back, pressing lazy kisses along your shoulder.
“this never happened,” he whispered, voice rough.
you smiled and squeezed around him.
“of course not, officer… i have no idea how my husband died.”
he chuckled darkly and kiss your shoulder.
“liar.” he slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip down your thighs with dark fascination. then he turned you around and kissed you again, slower, deeper.
his hand gently cupped your jaw.
“you know i’ll have to come back tomorrow for a follow-up.”
you ran your fingers through his messy hair and smiled.
“good. i’ll be waiting… with more wine and fewer answers.”
seungcheol’s eyes darkened again as he tucked himself back into his pants.
“dangerous woman.”
you leaned in and whispered against his lips,
“you have no idea, officer choi.”
The knock on your door came again the next night.
you weren’t expecting him so soon. your heart jumped when you opened the door to find officer choi seungcheol standing there in the same uniform, looking more tired and more dangerous than the night before.
“officer,” you said softly, stepping aside to let him in. “back already?”
he didn’t answer right away. instead, he stepped inside, closed the door, and locked it. his eyes scanned the hallway before landing on you — dark red silk robe, bare feet, wine glass in hand like always.
“we need to talk,” he said, voice low. “now.”
you led him upstairs to the master bedroom, the one you used to share with your husband.
the room still carried the faint scent of his cologne, which made your stomach twist. seungcheol followed you silently, his heavy footsteps echoing behind you.
once inside, you turned to face him.
“what’s wrong? you look… different tonight.”
seungcheol reached into his jacket and pulled out a clear evidence bag. inside was the rest of the broken marble statue — the larger piece you’d hidden in the garden yesterday.
your blood ran cold.
“how did you—”
“i went back to the scene this morning for a second sweep,” he said, placing the bag on the dresser. “found this buried under some soil. you didn’t do a good enough job hiding it.”
you stared at the bag, shock freezing your tongue for a few seconds. your fingers tightened around the wine glass.
“are you… arresting me?” you whispered, voice barely audible.
seungcheol looked at you for a long moment. then he walked over to the marble fireplace in the corner of the bedroom, took the statue piece out of the bag, and smashed it hard against the stone hearth. it shattered into smaller fragments.
your lips parted in disbelief.
“seungcheol… what are you doing?”
he didn’t stop. he gathered the pieces and threw them into the fire that was already crackling low. the marble began to blacken as the flames licked over it.
“i’m helping you,” he said simply, turning to face you. his expression was unreadable. “no fingerprints. no weapon. no case.”
you took a shaky step back, heart hammering.
“why? you’re a cop. this could end your career. why would you risk everything for me?”
he walked closer until he was right in front of you. his hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip.
“because when i stood in that office yesterday and saw the way he had destroyed everything around him… i knew what kind of man he was. and when i looked at you — calm, beautiful, relieved — i knew what kind of woman you are.” his voice dropped. “you survived him. and i’m not going to let the system punish you for it.”
you were genuinely shocked. your eyes stung with unexpected tears as you searched his face.
“you believe me? just like that?”
“i believe you,” he murmured. “and i want you. even if it makes me a terrible cop.”
the weight of his words hit you hard. you grabbed his uniform shirt and pulled him into a fierce kiss, pouring all your shock, relief, and hunger into it.
seungcheol groaned against your mouth, backing you up until your legs hit the edge of the large king bed.
“i still can’t believe you’re doing this for me,” you whispered between kisses, fingers frantically undoing his buttons.
“believe it.” he pushed the silk robe off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
his hands roamed over your naked body, squeezing your breasts, sliding down your waist. “now get on the bed.”
you climbed onto the mattress, watching hungrily as he stripped off his uniform.
his body was even better than you imagined — broad chest, strong arms, thick thighs, and a heavy cock already hard and leaking for you.
seungcheol crawled over you, spreading your legs wide. he kissed down your body slowly, taking his time to suck on your nipples until they were swollen and sensitive, then moving lower until his mouth hovered over your pussy.
“so wet already,” he groaned. “all this because a cop is helping you cover up murder?”
“yes,” you moaned, hips lifting toward his mouth.
he licked a long, slow stripe up your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling perfectly while he ate you like he was addicted.
your moans filled the bedroom, getting louder as he worked you closer and closer.
“seungcheol— fuck— i’m going to—”
“cum for me, baby.”
your orgasm crashed over you hard. your back arched, thighs shaking around his head as you cried out his name. he kept licking you through it, gentler now, until you were trembling and breathless.
he moved up your body and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you felt the thick head of his cock rubbing against your soaked entrance.
“look at me,” he ordered.
your eyes met his as he slowly pushed inside you, stretching you open inch by inch. the feeling was overwhelming — so full, so deep.
“fuck… you feel perfect,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck.
he started moving, deep and steady at first, then harder. the bed creaked beneath you as he fucked you into the mattress, one hand pinning your wrist above your head while the other gripped your thigh.
“tell me again,” he rasped between thrusts. “tell me you’re glad he’s gone.”
“i’m glad,” you moaned, legs wrapping around his waist. “i’m so fucking glad. and i’m yours now.”
seungcheol’s hips snapped harder, pounding into you with wet, filthy sounds.
“that’s right. you’re mine. no one else touches you. no one else investigates you. just me.”
your second orgasm hit you suddenly, pussy clenching tight around his cock as you gasped his name.
seungcheol groaned loudly, thrusting deep a few more times before he came hard inside you, filling you with thick, hot spurts.
he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily, skin slick with sweat.
after a while, he rolled to the side and pulled you against his chest, still buried inside you.
“you’re really not going to turn me in?” you whispered, tracing a finger over the tiny scar on his eyebrow.
seungcheol kissed your forehead.
“no. we’re going to make this look like a break-in gone wrong. and you’re going to play the grieving widow perfectly.” he smirked. “think you can handle that?”
you smiled against his chest, squeezing around his cock.
“i’ve been playing roles my whole marriage. this one will be easy… especially with you helping me rehearse every night.”
he chuckled darkly, already hardening again inside you.
“then we should practice more. starting now.”
you kissed him slowly, whispering against his lips,
“yes, officer… please investigate me all night long.”
Wonwoo tells me how pretty I am while he slid in me, whispering in my ears how much he wants me then bit my collar bone so I could feel his neediness... Let me hear his groans then soft moans while he's ramming my pussy until my walls clench, until I cum but he still wouldn't stop...making me feel both the gentleness and the eagerness to fill me with his thick warm cum.
He loves it when I choke on his cock while he's deep in my throat. Tugging my hair and pushing my head more until I can't breathe coz he loves the idea that he has control over me.
when i was a kid i decided that killing people was bad therefore war was bad therefore the military was evil. and adults would tell me it's more nuanced than that and i would understand when i grew up. well i'm a grown up now and idk i still think that killing people is bad and war is bad and the military is evil
11/13!!! Once I drop nanofics for all the members I'll be trying a longer format. Challenging myself to write longer fics. With the help of my horniness may the words flow naturally.
I don't mind feeling sore and spent the next day if I had a wild time with Hoshi the night before.
We fulfilled each other's fantasies.
He became a tiger and I was his prey, his bite marks were still visible over my skin, a sign that I let him dominate me.
As for me? My fantasy was to be fucked by a dancer. I was wondering if they could apply their body control during choreographies in bed. And I was amazed, his cock pistoning in and out of my pussy one time, and slow fucking me the next, making my pussy walls feels every inch of his dick. He isn't called the performance leader for nothing.
You don't know how much I love dirty talks in Tagalog I wish I can incorporate those on my hard thoughts 🥹 imagine seungcheol telling you "Ang sarap mo" RAAAHHHHHHH
Sometimes when Seungkwan comes home tired from practice, I want to soothe him by kneeling in front of him and give him a head. But his competitive ass always wants to return the favor, so after I suck him good, he would lay me on the sofa, spread my legs and eat me out.
That's the reason why we always do 69 coz we both don't want to lose to each other on who can give the best pleasure and who's the better eater.
In all honesty I can never beat him, he is the better eater between us (I'll never admit it to his face) and I like it that way, sometimes I start this little competition just so he can eat me out with so much fervor to out do me.
Hello! I need your insights, what are your thoughts on my Nanofics on 1st person's pov so far? Do you like it like that or do you prefer 2nd or 3rd person's pov? I'm kinda exploring my writing.
"Ugh! I wish my boobs were smaller" I fumed as I pace back and forth in front of my dresser. The outfits I thought would be cute to me are ruined because i am blessed with bigger tiddies, it's just a c-cup but all I wear makes me look slutty.
Minghao, my boyfriend is sitting on the sofa while he waits for me to get done so we could leave for our date to the amusement park.
I still couldn't find a dress and I am starting to tear up. Minghao stood up and hugged me from behind, he didn't ask but he already knows why I am crying. And being the best boyfriend that he is, soothes me since he already knows how dressing up boosts my confidence and today outfits did not play along.
While still back hugging me, he kissed my temple and whispered things like how beautiful I ook and how he's always in awe when he looks at me, the prettiest in his eyes in any clothes and even without, that my tits are perfect the way it is.
His hands slowly roam to my boobs and start caressing it while kissing my earlobe, whispering "my precious gems, my favorite thing".
He halted down my dress so he can be skin to skin with his favorite gems. "Look how they perfectly fit my hands, it's for me to touch...to kiss...to bite"
I am getting dizzy with what he's doing to me, I am a moaning mess now that he's flicking his tongue on my nipples.
I yelped "let's not go to the amusement park, let's just continue what we started" and we did.
Sometimes when Seungkwan comes home tired from practice, I want to soothe him by kneeling in front of him and give him a head. But his competitive ass always wants to return the favor, so after I suck him good, he would lay me on the sofa, spread my legs and eat me out.
That's the reason why we always do 69 coz we both don't want to lose to each other on who can give the best pleasure and who's the better eater.
In all honesty I can never beat him, he is the better eater between us (I'll never admit it to his face) and I like it that way, sometimes I start this little competition just so he can eat me out with so much fervor to out do me.
The proud look on his face because I'd already taken off my underwear as soon as I arrived in his unit, just like he had taught me, hence the smirk and the slight brow raise.
It just feels so natural to spread my legs for him and be filled with his giant cock until I'm shaking.
"My good girl already knows what to do. She deserves to be rewarded with a good fuck"
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