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perks of the job • mingi & yunho

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warnings: boyfriend mingi, mingi’s friend threesome, kind of dp (pussy and mouth), dom yunho and mingi but yunho is more dominant, sucking off mingi so good he starts seeing god, mild pet play (yunho makes you crawl), mild praise & degredation, slapping, mentioned punishment, canon massive dick yunho, brief mirror sex, mingi is kind of a cuck,, he’s not a sub but he very much gets off on watching you being used by his buddy, implied manwhore yunho who likes fucking his members’ girlfriends

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“I have an idea.”

You look up from your phone to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. You didn’t even know he was awake; you’d left him to sleep when you got up this morning, knowing he’d be tired after staying up all night recording. You can see he’s still half-asleep, eyelids drooping slightly and that dazed expression he has when he’s sleepy still written on his face.

“Morning, Mingi,” you smile. “What’s your idea?”

He clears his throat, shifting on his feet and you frown. He seems nervous about this idea — nervous to share it at least. After months together he rarely even hesitates to share anything with you, so to see him like this has your curiosity piqued. “What is it?” You repeat.

“Um…” he starts. “I think Yunho should fuck you. With me. Together.”

You baulk slightly. You hadn’t expected that to be the idea. You’d talked about the idea of multiples before, but it was casually, and you’d never named names. You definitely hadn’t named his own members and best friends. “Oh.”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Mingi says quickly, clearly worried he’s upset or offended you. “It’s just a thought I had.”

You smile and shake your head, reassuring him. “No, I’m definitely… open to it. But why Yunho?”

He smiles and shrugs, coming to sit next to you on the couch. “I lived with him for years,” he says. “He’s into that kind of thing. And he’s into you.”

You can’t pretend you haven’t noticed the last part. Whenever you saw the other members you’d notice his gaze lingering on you, his eyes hovering over your lips, tits and ass; probably without him realising though, because he’s always been exceptionally polite and respectful to you. But the first part is new. “That kind of thing?” You ask.

He nods. “Yeah, he likes being the ‘third’ or whatever. It gets him off in a weird way. He did it with San’s ex all the time.”

Huh. This is new information to you, but knowing Yunho decently well, it’s not surprising. “He fucked San’s ex?”

“Yep,” Mingi says. “Well, they fucked her together. He loved it. I think he was more upset when they broke up than San was.”

You laugh a little, but your brain is already filled with images of Yunho doing… that to you. Fucking you with Mingi, taking you to new heights and using you for his own pleasure at the same time. You can’t say you’ve never thought about him like that; he’s so tall and large and attractive that you can’t help but wonder what he’d be like. Would he be rough? Sensual? Would he take control, calling the shots over you and Mingi or would he let Mingi tell him what to do, how to fuck you?

Now that it’s on the table, you know you need to find out.

“Have you talked to him about this?” You ask.

“Only hypothetically,” Mingi says quickly. “I’d never offer you up like that. I just asked if he thought it’d be fun in theory.”

“And?”

Mingi’s lip quirks. “He said he’d love to.”

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Once you agree it’s arranged quickly. Mingi broaches the topic when he sees Yunho at work the next day and Yunho apparently agrees before he can even finish asking the question. You meet Yunho for coffee a few times with Mingi and find that he’s extremely easy to talk to about this. You also find that, now that he knows it’s acceptable, his leering at you is even more blatant. Once you watch as his gaze stays fixed on your tits for 3 entire minutes. It’s strangely thrilling to be looked at like that. You can’t wait until he can finally get his hands on them — and neither, of course, can he.

It finally happens a few days later, in the apartment you share with Mingi. You wake up early that morning, excitement making it too hard to sleep, and take an hour or two to prepare yourself in the shower, shaving and exfoliating every inch of your body. Not that you don’t make an effort to look good for Mingi like this, but this is a special occasion and you want to make a good impression.

Yunho arrives at 7pm on the dot, and the sound of the doorbell has never been so terrifying. Mingi smiles reassuringly before he goes to answer, leaving you waiting on the couch. The sound of voices as Yunho enters the house sets your heart racing. You hear their casual greetings and laughter and stand to greet your guest as he enters the living room. When he sets his eyes on you for the first time he seems to freeze slightly — just as you planned. The tiny white dress you’re wearing shows off your curves perfectly, flattering you from every angle. He takes a moment to digest the heavenly sight in front of him before he greets you with a charming smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you say shyly.

“Are you nervous?” Yunho asks.

You nod, a little embarrassed and he chuckles. “Don’t be,” he says. “I’m very experienced with this. I’ll take good care of you, honey.”

Mingi smiles at him before approaching you, wrapping a reassuring arm around your shoulder. You instinctively hide your face in his chest and he tuts, gently pushing you off. “Be polite to our guest, baby,” he chides. You blush deeply but nod and he strokes your cheek. “Good girl.”

You smile shyly at your boyfriend. You can see he’s nervous too, a slightly unsure look on his face, but it’s far outweighed by the excitement evident in his eyes. He smiles reassuringly at you, pressing a kiss to your lips before beckoning Yunho over. Yunho greets you with a hug, just like normal, but you know there’s something much, much deeper behind it this time.

“How does this work?” You ask. “Do we just start?”

Yunho smiles. “It’s up to you,” he says. “We could get right to it, or we could hang out for a while. Watch a movie together or something.”

“Just a normal movie?”

Yunho chuckles, recognising the implication. “Yes, of course. Anything you like. But I can’t promise I won’t start feeling you up if you’re sitting next to me.”

You shrug, hoping your face doesn’t look as hot as it feels. “That would be fine,” you say quietly and he grins. “But I’d rather just start now.”

Both men chuckle and Yunho pets your hair. It’s not the first time he’s done it to you, he’s always been quite physical (but respectful) whenever he sees you, but it is the first time it’s had quite this effect on you. It doesn’t feel like a gesture from an affectionate friend anymore, but rather, a gentle, teasing touch from someone who’s planning on doing a whole lot more.

Yunho notices your reaction, maybe because it wasn’t as subtle as you thought, and laughs. “You’re so sensitive to me, aren’t you?” He says. “Have you wanted this for as long as I have?”

“Oh, she has,” Mingi answers for you. “She’s had a thing for you since you met, haven’t you baby? She thinks she’s hidden it well but I always knew.”

You throw him a glare but he just smiles innocently, tilting his head teasingly. “Just telling the truth,” he giggles.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Yunho tells you. “You can’t help how you feel, can you?”

You shrug, shaking your head. “I guess not.”

Yunho smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’ve always known you think with your pussy. Little sluts like you always do.”

Your breath hitches and you feel his words deep in your stomach. In your discussions about tonight, Yunho had asked you about the kind of things you enjoyed in the bedroom, and without waiting for you to answer Mingi had gleefully told him how much you enjoyed being talked down to. You’d blushed deeply but while Yunho had laughingly told him to let you speak for yourself, you’d seen the dark gleam that briefly crossed his eyes as he took note of it. You guess he likes it too.

“What do you think?” Yunho asks. His voice is getting lower and more strained each time he speaks and you feel the energy and tension emanating off of him. “Are you a slut?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “I’m a slut, Yunho.”

He smiles and takes your flushed cheeks in his hands, forcing your eyes onto him. You feel the way his massive hands dwarf your face and it sends shivers down your spine. He could really do anything he wants to you right now. “Then you’ll do what I say, right?” He asks. “Since you’re such a slut.”

You nod almost deliriously, desperate to please him. Yunho smiles at the sight and you hear Mingi laugh next to you. “Such a cutie you have, Mingi,” Yunho tells your boyfriend. “I’d be so jealous if she wasn’t offering herself up like a whore for me anyway.”

Your gaze shifts to your boyfriend, gauging his reaction. He’s fiercely protective of you, sometimes a little too sensitive to the jokes even his best friends make, so you wonder if he’s bothered by Yunho talking about you like this; even if he’d told him it’d be okay, it might be different in reality, hearing his precious, darling girl degraded and objectified like this. But it’s clearly not — your boyfriend is rock hard, dick straining against his pants from hearing you spoken about in such a demeaning way. It makes you even wetter than you already are.

“Shall we take her to our room, Yunho?” Mingi asks.

Yunho nods. He’s been to your house a few times since you’d moved in so he knows the way, but he gestures for Mingi to lead. Your boyfriend motions for you to follow him but Yunho stops you, sticking an arm out in front of you to stop you in your tracks. “Wait,” he says. You stare up at him confusedly and Mingi turns to face him, unsure.

“She can crawl,” Yunho says.

Mingi nods, slight smirk on his lips as he motions for you to get down. “You heard the man,” he grins. “On your fours, baby.”

You feel your breathing falter slightly, unsure of yourself as you lower yourself to your knees. As you start to crawl you feel the burn of hardwood floor against your bare knees but you don’t care. You’ve never been more turned on than right now, crawling through your own apartment with the looming presence of two large men walking closely behind you. You feel almost like stalked prey, pursued by two larger, stronger, hungry predators preparing to strike.

Reaching the door of your shared bedroom, Yunho holds it open for you, allowing you to crawl through onto the — mercifully — soft carpets of your room.

The two men settle side by side on the bed, staring down at you with dark, piercing gazes.

“We’re gonna use you tonight,” Yunho says after a few seconds, breaking the tension-filled silence. “You’re gonna show us what a good fuck toy you can be, yeah?”

You nod, blushing slightly and Mingi smiles. “I think she should suck us off first,” he tells Yunho.

“Good idea,” Yunho nods. “Suck Mingi’s dick first, baby,” he says. “Show me how you please him.”

You nod your understanding, watching as Mingi pulls his length out and motions you closer. You crawl towards where he’s sat at the edge of the bed and sit back up on your haunches. Mingi smiles kindly at you, miming a kiss which you return. He lets you take his cock in his hands first, rubbing the length up and down a few times before taking it into your mouth. Just like Yunho, your boyfriend is massive, and he shows no mercy as he slams his cock against the back of your throat again and again, letting you choke helplessly on it. He places a hand on your head, tangling it in your hair so he can keep you in place more easily while the other holds your hand where it desperately grips his thigh. You pleasure him just like you’ve practised, moving between deepthroating, sucking and licking according to the commands of the men above you.

“Choke on it again,” Yunho orders. Through teary eyes you look up to see his gaze fixed on you, mouth parted in awe slightly while he slowly palms himself through his pants.

You do what he says, forcing Mingi’s cock to the back of your throat until you gag, pulling your head off of it. Mingi gives you a split second of respite before he yanks your head towards him, forcing his cock down your throat again. He repeats it over and over — choke, recover, choke — until he gets too worked up, so desperate he can’t bear to not have you choking on him for even a second, and holds your head firmly in place, not allowing you to move back and breathe even for a moment. He knows what you can take and how far he can push you, and he’s going to.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You sound so good, baby. Feel so good too. You wanna give Yunho a turn?”

You whine, muffled by his cock as you nod desperately and they chuckle. Mingi gently pulls his cock out of his mouth, slapping it against your cheek a few times before nodding at Yunho. At Mingi’s cue Yunho grabs a fistful of your hair and drags you towards him. “I'm a little bigger than Mingi,” he warns. “But I think you can handle it. Do you, Mingi?”

“She definitely can,” your boyfriend affirms. “She’s so talented.”

Yunho laughs softly before finally pulling out his cock and fuck, he was right. It’s not just long, but one of the thickest and prettiest cocks you’ve ever seen. You feel your eyes water again at the sight and you gulp, staring up at Yunho’s smirking face. His face softens seeing your anxiety and he smiles, reaching a hand to stroke your cheek and letting you briefly nuzzle into it.

“Don’t be scared,” he says. “I’m right here. So’s Mingi.”

You nod, pulling yourself together before inching your head towards Yunho’s cock. You look up at him again, silently asking for permission which he grants with a nod before you take him into his mouth.

You start with the head, holding the shaft in your hand and licking experimentally at the tip. It tastes good, clean, so you quickly let yourself take the rest of it into your mouth. You bob up and down on it, loosening your throat up to take it deeper. His grip in your hair tightens as you go further, strangled groans released when you hit a particularly good spot. Determined to get the whole thing in your throat, you lift yourself up off your knees slightly and he takes the opportunity to reach his hand around to harshly slap your thinly covered ass. You scream around his cock, causing him to moan louder. “Fuck, Mingi, where’d you find her?” He groans. “She’s so fucking good at this.”

Mingi laughs, reaching to stroke the back of your head gently. “I got lucky, didn’t I?”

“I’ll fucking say,” Yunho gasps and you giggle slightly. He moans, yanking your hair forwards to force you further down his cock again. “Feels so fucking good when you do that baby. Make these pretty noises with my big dick in your mouth.”

You work for a few more minutes, and you can feel his orgasm coming before he abruptly pulls out. Hee stands, wobbling slightly which makes you proud, and points to the bed. “Up here,” he orders. “All fours.”

You manage to pull yourself up despite the slight dizziness from the way you’ve just been used and settle yourself where he points, lying on your front with your ass sticking up. Mingi leans to reach your head, gently stroking your hair as he whispers, “you’re doing so well, baby.” You smile softly at him, leaning to kiss him which he allows, pressing a brief, chaste kiss to your swollen lips. “Good girl,” he says, before standing up to join his friend.

From this position, you only just notice, you have a perfect view of yourself in a mirror, and of the two men looming behind you. You don’t remember buying this, and definitely don’t remember putting it here, but fuck if it isn’t a stroke of genius. You gulp, looking up to Yunho’s reflection in the mirror. His brows are furrowed as he stares your body up and down like he’s inspecting it, and he offers a brief smile while he notices you staring.

“Like the mirror, baby?” He asks. “I had Mingi buy it and move it here this morning. Wanted to surprise you.”

You make a noise of appreciation and he smiles. He bends over slightly, leaning over you until his head is right next to yours. He keeps his eyes on the mirror, making eye contact with your reflection as he speaks. “Ready to see how pretty you look when I fuck you? When we fuck you?”

You whine, feeling his words in your stomach and he grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek before straightening back up. You feel two pairs of hands on your, running up and down every inch of your body like they’re claiming ownership, before Yunho quickly flips up your flimsy dress to reveal your ass.

“No panties,” he whistles. “Good slut.”

With one hand pressing down on your back to hold you in place, the other runs over your ass carefully before winding back and delivering a hard slap. It’s hard and strong, making your ears ring briefly and you cry out softly, burning your head in the pillow. Another hand hits you, and you recognise the soothing touches that come after as Mingi — whenever your boyfriend spanks you, he likes to rub circles on the spot he’d struck to massage in the pain. You don’t know if he even knows he does it, but it’s a sweet quirk that reminds you that your loving, adoring boyfriend is still here. “Don’t hide your face, baby,” he says. “That’s why we put the mirror there. We want to see your pretty reactions at all times.”

You nod, lifting your head up and whispering an apology. The men smile, each stroking one of your ass cheeks soothingly. “Good girl,” Yunho says. “I don’t want to have to punish you when we’re having so much fun.”

Your mouth opens wordlessly and you stare at Yunho, confused, scared and turned on. “P…punish?” You ask quietly.

Yunho smiles, chuckling softly as he gently pats the red mark on your ass where he’d struck you. “I guess we never talked about that, did we? I like the girls I fuck to be obedient, and I’m willing to make sure they are myself.”

“With permission, of course,” Mingi quickly interjects before you can worry.

“Of course,” Yunho agrees. “I’ve never punished anyone who wasn’t begging me to correct their behaviour.”

“Oh,” you say. Your brain is brimming now with thoughts of Yunho punishing you. You wonder what he’d do; maybe he’d go the classic route and spank you to tears. Or maybe he’d force orgasm after orgasm out of you like he’d told you he likes to do, or not let you come at all. As much as you want to find out what he’d do, to hear him call you bad girl and tell you how you deserve to be punished, you can push those buttons another time. For now, all you can think about is that massive dick finally fucking you. “I’ll be good,” you whisper.

Yunho hums. You feel his hand move from your ass down to your naked pussy. His touches against it are feather-light, barely noticeable if they weren’t in such a sensitive place and from someone you’re so desperate for. His other hand, still on your back, presses down further as you start to squirm. “Remember what I said, baby,” he says as he presses a finger into you. “Be good and stay still.”

You nod, but as he adds a second and third finger you cry out and instinctively reach your arms back to touch him. He tuts, grabbing your arms and holding them down easily against your back with one hand. “I said stay still,” he chides. “Last warning, baby.”

You nod, whispering an apology which he accepts with a nod. The whole time Mingi’s been watching you, slowly stroking his cock as the sight of his girlfriend being used by his friend. Yunho notices and throws the other man a smile. “Why don’t you go fuck her mouth, Mingi?” He suggests. “Seems filling up one hole isn’t enough to keep her obedient.”

“Good idea,” Mingi smirks. He rounds the bed to stand in front of you, feeding his twitching cock into your mouth. He turns around, seeing your view of yourself blocked and grins. “So much for the mirror,” he laughs.

“Mm, so much for the mirror,” Yunho agrees. “Next time I’ll punish her for moving so much that we have to block it. But right now I just wanna fuck her.”

Mingi starts to thrust lazily into your mouth, gripping your hair like he did before. It feels incredible but you can barely focus on it. You’re desperate for Yunho now. Yunho pulls his fingers out, pushing your dress back a little further. “Hold her arms for me, Mingi,” he says. “I want all the leverage I can get.”

Mingi nods and reaches his hands forwards to hold your arms down against your back where they’d been before. Without a hand in your hair to force you down on him himself, he speed ups his thrusts, getting stronger and more merciless. You take it diligently, choking and spitting on it like the good girl you are.

When Yunho’s cock finally starts pushing into you, you falter slightly, involuntarily jolting forward into Mingi and forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat. It doesn’t last long before Yunho grabs your hips, yanking you back into him. He looked big and felt bigger in your mouth but this is something else entirely. It feels like having your virginity taken all over again, tiny hole stretched by an impossibly big and merciless dick. When he finally gets all the way in your scream around Mingi’s cock. You start to thrash but their grip on you is iron, holding you in place and completely at their mercy.

Yunho gives you a few seconds before he starts to move, slowly at first then faster and faster until he’s fucking into you relentlessly. You feel completely powerless, used in two holes and held down by strong hands who want nothing but to use you for their pleasure.

The entire bed is shaking from Yunho’s hard pounds and Mingi’s relentless thrusts in your mouth. While he fucks you Yunho delivers endless slaps to your ass and thighs and you’re sure your skin will be red and burning by the time he’s done with you. They’re both talking to you but you can barely hear them. All you can focus on is the feeling of being fucked without mercy by two of the largest cocks you’ve ever seen. You’re screaming without a break now, throat hoarse but you love it, you could live off this feeling for the rest of your life.

Mingi comes first; he’s always extra sensitive to your mouth. He’s not fast by any means but something about the way you suck him, the way you let him abuse your throat without a break, makes it hard for him to control himself. His load is massive, even bigger than usual, but you swallow every drop just like you’re ordered to. He keeps his cock, now soft, in your mouth, letting you suck at it for comfort while Yunho practically splits you open. With the way you’re screaming his cock also serves as a gag, keeping you marginally quieter so as to avoid any complaints from neighbours. The thought of it, having a soft cock in your mouth to gag your screams while another man fucks you, is so hot it brings you closer to your own climax.

Yunho lasts a little longer but you feel his orgasm coming, building up as his thrusts get harder and faster and his moans get louder until he’s yelling. With a final shout he releases inside you, thrusting a few times to empty himself completely. While he does so he reaches to rub your clit, wet fingers making it even more sensitive. When your orgasm finally hits, stronger and more overwhelming than ever before, he talks you through it but you’re so far out of it that you can’t quite decipher what he’s saying.

When he finally pulls out, releasing his iron grip on your hips, you collapse instantly, utterly exhausted. Mingi quickly takes you into his arms, holding your head against his chest and stroking your sweat-soaked hair. Yunho sits beside you, rubbing your legs and pressing soft kisses all over your body.

“You did so well,” Yunho says. “That was the most fun I’ve had doing this.”

You sniffle slightly and stare up at him. The dark, feral gleam in his eye is gone and his face is back to the kind, considerate Yunho you’ve known for a while. “Really?” You ask.

He chuckles, nodding slightly. “Really,” he confirms. “If you both want it, I’d love to do this again. Make it a regular thing, even. You’re too good to just leave it at this.”

You giggle, blushing slightly and your boyfriend laughs, staring down at you fondly. You feel the vibrations of the laughter in his chest and it comforts you. You sigh happily, nuzzling into him as he caresses you, gently soothing you down from your high.

“Should I go get some snacks for her?” Yunho asks.

Mingi hums, nodding. “There’s some fruit on the table you can cut up for her. She’ll need some water too.”

Yunho nods. “Of course. I’ll be right back.”

He presses a kiss to your cheek before getting up and walking out, softly closing the door behind him. Mingi lifts your chin to press a soft, loving kiss to your lips. “My beautiful baby,” he smiles.

You smile back, your heart warm. “My Mingi.”

By the time Yunho returns you’ve fallen asleep in Mingi’s arms, lulled to sleep by his soft praises as he rocked you. Telling Mingi to make sure you eat it once you’re up, Yunho places the fruit on the nightstand and kisses your hand one last time before leaving.

When you check your phone a few hours later, once you’re fully down from your high, you see a new message lighting up your screen.

yunho: Good girl.

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partition please • mingi

pent-up and desperate after a show, mingi can’t wait to get back to the hotel

word count: 2.9k

warnings: slight dom!mingi x sub!reader, slight exhibitionism (in a car), fingering, dirty talk, NOT proofread

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You hear him coming when he finally staggers backstage; the sounds of him and the members’ conversations and congratulations fill the hallway and you smile to yourself. They deserve it; from the monitor in the dressing room he’d set you up in you’d seen their performance in all its glory and fuck, your boyfriend sure knows how to work an audience. When his voice gets louder, indicating he’s on the other side of the door, you hear him bid goodbye to the others before it swings open.

He looks even better in real life, you think; but you think that every time you see him. Pictures and videos can’t do justice to the panting, sweating man stood in front of you. He throws you a smile as he peels off the thick fur coat he’d worn on stage and haphazardly discards it on the couch. He extends his arms towards you, grinning in relief.

“Come here, baby,” he says. His voice is deep, raspy and tired and you feel it in your gut as you scurry towards him.

He pulls you closer to him, running his big hands up and down your back, to just above the highest point of your ass. He sighs contentedly and you smile. “You did so good, Mingi,” you praise.

His grin widens, excited now. “Y’think so, doll?” He asks and you nod. “I’m glad. Help me get these clothes off now honey, I feel gross.”

You want to tell him not to, because the sight of his clothes literally clinging to his sweat-soaked skin, hanging off each curve of his muscles, is appetising, but his comfort is most important — and as much as you like the sight in front of you, a naked Mingi is just as delicious. Maybe more.

You allow yourself a sad expression as you help him peel the fabrics off of himself, discarding them on top of the coat he’d removed earlier. You bite your lip, unable to pull your gaze from the sight of his bare torso. The skin is perfect; golden and glistening with sweat that practically makes him glow, and each time he takes an exhausted, gasping breath, his pecs move up and down deliciously. You’re probably drooling, you realise. You definitely don’t care.

You hear him laugh, and look up to see him shaking his head as he walks over to his bag. You watch as he pulls out his clothes, facing away from you so all you can see is that insanely, fictionally broad back until he turns around to show the — oh fuck — grey sweatpants and black tank top in his hands. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for a reaction to what you’ve told him is your absolute favourite outfit but you just smile. “You should get dressed then,” you say sweetly. “Or you’ll catch a cold.”

He stares for a second, a little dumbfounded before bursting into laughter. “Yeah,” he chuckles. “I will. But I know what you’re doing.”

You shrug, looking innocent. “Not doing anything.”

“Right,” he grins. “Course not. See ya in a second, baby.”

He slips into the connecting bathroom and you follow him with your eyes, chewing on your bottom lip. Emerging after a few minutes you realise the black tank top is a little too small — even when he pulls it down, muttering irritably, it sits just below his belly button, exposing his lower stomach. You clear your throat, calming down; it’s not particularly hot in this room and there’s even a fan blowing cool air into you, but you feel the sweat forming — dripping down your face and landing on your tits that peek out of your equally revealing tank top. Mingi notices; he puts up a good show of trying to be subtle but you see the way his eyes keep flickering downwards, pupils dilating slightly. A smile pulls at your lips and you chuckle. “Stop pretending and just look,” you say. “They’re yours anyway.”

He grins, dropping all pretence of subtlety and instead staring blatantly at your tits, licking his lips. You see his jaw tense, body tightening as your chest moves slightly each time you breathe — still glistening with moisture. He exhales, shaking his head. “God,” he sighs. “You are something else, aren’t you?”

You giggle, staring up at him through hooded eyes. “Siren,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You smile, tilting your head. “I have some idea.”

“I’m sure.” He cocks an eyebrow, looking you up and down. You see evil plans forming in his eyes, pulling the corners of his lips into a soft smirk. “Take it off.”

“What?” You blurt. “Take what off?”

He looks at you like it’s obvious — which it sort of would be, if you were thinking straight. “Your shirt, dummy. Take it off.”

You baulk, taken aback. Has he forgotten where you are? “What, here?” You ask almost indignantly.

He rolls his eyes, exasperated. “Yes, here, little girl,” he says. “Now hurry up. We don’t have long before someone starts wondering why we haven’t left yet.”

“Let’s just do it at the hotel then,” you suggest. You shift on your feet, still hot.

He stares at you for a moment, face blank before he sighs, chuckling dryly. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear,” he mutters. “Let me try again. Take off your shirt. Now.”

From the tone of his voice, the slow, controlled pace of his words it finally becomes clear to you that Mingi is not asking and you swallow, nodding fervently before quickly pulling your tank top over your head, discarding it on the floor. Now clad only in your sweatpants and bra, he stares at the fabric with almost hatred. “That too,” he says, gesturing to your black bra. “Let me see those tits, sweetheart.”

Quickly you unhook your bra, though your hands shaking from nerves and excitement make it a little more difficult, and drop it on top of your discarded top. He whistles lowly, looking you up and down with narrowed eyes. “Damn,” he says. His voice is raspy and thick with arousal. You release a shuddered breath, unconsciously sticking your chest out, trying to impress him. He chuckles. “You’re perfect, baby. Especially those tits. Don’t worry.”

He approaches you quickly, searching your eyes for permission which you grant with a nod. At your assent he grabs one of your tits, dwarfing it in his giant hands. He kneads them with a slight gentleness that quickly fades as he gets more and more affected. Grabbing your nipple, he rolls it between the pads of his fingers, relishing in the way you gasp and moan at the sensation. When you release a particularly loud wine, he pinches hard, digging into the sensitive skin with his nails. It only makes you louder, squirming under his touch. “Mingi—”

“Shh,” he urges. “Fuck. Shit, okay. I’m calling a car.”

You look up at him with a frown, confused. “But you said—”

“I know what I said,” he interrupts. “And now I’m saying this. I’m calling a car back to the hotel and for the sake of my career I’m praying it has a partition. Put your shirt back on.”

He releases you from his hold and you nod dizzily. Reaching for your discarded clothes you first pick up the bra, about to put it on when he stops you. “I said your shirt,” he says. “Gimme the bra.”

You stare confusedly, blinking. “You don’t want me to wear a bra?”

He shrugs. “Easy access. I don’t want anything in the way when I’m feeling you up.”

You roll your eyes. “People will stare.”

“The only person who’ll see is the driver,” he says. “And if he decides to look, he’ll also see my hands shoved up your shirt and down your pants.”

A shudder runs down your spine and you gulp, nodding slightly. “Fine,” you say. Nervously, you hold out the bra to him and he takes it, smiling innocently at you as he silently tucks it into his pocket. “Good girl,” he says.

The walk to the car is dizzying; stuck to Mingi’s side, nipples straining against the thin shirt that keeps you just this side of exposed; the feeling of the cool air on your chest and your large, hungry boyfriend practically pulling you towards the exit goes straight to your head — among other places. Knowing what you’re like, how easily he affects you, Mingi is all too happy to hold you up (with ease) as you finally clamour into the car. Quickly talking to the driver, Mingi sits back, taking you into his arms as the partition slowly rolls up. When it finally closes, leaving you alone with him, he wraps a strong arm around your shoulder and lounges back in the leather seats of the expensive-seeming car, his legs spread leisurely. He sighs, throwing his head back. “Fuck.”

You stare nervously at him, awaiting his next move. You wonder what he’ll do — will he start something right here like he’d promised? Will he grope and expose you, making you come undone right here on the backseat? Or was he just teasing you; working you up to make you even more desperate for him? You don’t know. Anything is possible with Mingi.

You catch his gaze after a few minutes and he chuckles, adjusting himself slightly. “What ya thinking about, baby?” He asks. His voice is soft and fond; almost patronising and you know he’s mocking you. He knows exactly what you’re thinking about, and he loves it.

“Mingi,” you huff. “Come on.”

“Hmm?” He raises a brow, staring at you with an innocent smile. “Come on, baby. You know you can tell me anything.”

You say nothing, biting your lip. Though you’re normally completely comfortable around your boyfriend, right now, when he’s like this and looks at you like that, you’re too intimidated to speak.

“Tell me,” he purrs. “Do you want me to touch you?”

You release a shuddered breath, nodding dizzily. You feel the chuckle he lets out against your skin, inches from your neck and painfully close. Your whole body is alight with need now; burning with desire for him. He smiles. “Where?” He asks.

“Here?” His hand closes around your thigh, squeezing it just enough to sting and you whine, squirming in his hold. He shushes you, gaze flickering towards the partition, looking far less concerned than he should. He chuckles, turning back to you. “Maybe here?” His hand travels upwards slightly, to the inside of your thigh just below your heat. He nudges at you slightly, and without prompting your legs instinctively part. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Good girl,” he whispers. “Fuck, you always know what I want.”

“Cause m’ yours, Mingi,” you mumble.

He grins, patting your cheek fondly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you shudder.

He clicks his tongue, and in a matter of seconds you find your sweatpants tugged down to the middle of your thighs, exposing your white panties to him. You watch as his lips part in awe at the sight — you’re soaked. Actually soaked; just from a few touches and the feeling of his voice and breath against your neck, you’re utterly drenched, dripping through the thin white fabric and dampening the black leather seat. He whistles, pupils dilated. “Wow.”

You feel the heat flood your face and you want to hide your head in your hands, but the moment you move your arms Mingi grabs your wrists, holding them easily in his grip. You whine; this is embarrassing. You’re partially exposed, held in the arms of your fully-clothed, leering boyfriend and literally dripping into the seats. This is humiliating. This is shameless. Mingi looks half a second away from devouring you whole.

“M’ gonna let go of your hands now,” he says quietly, “so I can touch all your pretty parts nice and easily. But if you move ‘em or try to hide yourself in any way you’re getting face-fucked. Got it, pretty?”

You gulp; you know from experience this is not an empty threat, and in the back of a private car with the partition up is a hell of a lot more privacy than Mingi’s previously seen necessary to carry out this particular punishment. You nod, mumbling your agreement. He smiles, releasing your hands and like a good girl, you let them fall limp at your side. He nods, satisfied before you’re suddenly shoved over, landing painfully against the window of your seat. Mingi lifts your leg roughly, leaving you sat up, facing him and completely exposed even before he hooks a finger under your panties and carefully peels them to the side. As he does, a trail of slick follows them, sticking to the soaked fabric. He doesn’t say anything; the knowing smile he sends you is enough for you to see just how amusing he finds this.

“I’m gonna finger fuck you, baby,” he says, sliding in a finger with ease as he does so. You jolt at the feeling, holding back a whine and he smiles. “Can you stay nice and pliant for me?”

As he speaks he slides another finger in, almost as easily as the first one, and you’re so overwhelmed by the feeling that all you can do is nod. His other hand comes to rest on top of your thigh, stroking it gently as he starts to pump his fingers in and out.

The thing about Mingi, something you learned very early on, is that everything about him is big. From his body to his dick (yeah, definitely his dick) to even just his presence, he’s large in every way. And as his fingers quickly work you open, the only sounds in the car the low hum of the engine and the squelching of your pussy as he stretches it out, you feel the truth of his statement more than ever. He reaches your G-spot with ease, pounding up against it without mercy and you groan, feeling the pressure build. His grip on your thigh gets tighter and tighter as the speed and strength of his fingers increase, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. But not quite there, of course — you won’t be finishing until Mingi says. Mingi pleasures you on his terms, not yours.

After a while of pumping in and out of you, you start to adjust to the feeling, and the sensation of his fingers on your G-spot repeatedly becomes as pleasant as it is overwhelming — just as he presses his thumb against your clit, sending another wave of overwhelming pleasure crashing through your body. You cry out, throwing your head back as the feelings overwhelm you, crashing against each other, building and overflowing.

“You’re gonna cum before the car pulls up at our hotel, alright baby?”

You groan, nodding to yourself. You’re not sure how close you are, but it doesn’t really matter; you’re going to cum soon enough, one way or another, and you doubt you’d be able to hold it until you got to your room even if you wanted to. Mingi smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your thigh before starting up again, even faster and stronger than before.

“Cum with me, baby,” he grunts. As his hands speed up his expression twists, contorted with need and pent-up aggression; biting his lip so hard it’s painful, brows furrowed, nostrils flared as sweat drips down his forehead. His dick is straining against his pants, begging for attention but he’s completely focused on you; on making you come undone in his hands.

“Three…” He grunts, speeding up again. Each thrust of his fingers has more pressure, strength and precision behind it than the last. You’re practically delirious now, seconds away from your climax but you don’t know how you’re going to hold yourself back even for that long.

“Two…” You’re certain your thigh will be bruised tomorrow just from the strength of his grip on it; he’s holding onto it like a lifeline, channelling all the strength and aggression he can’t release on your pussy into his grip on your sensitive skin. You’re held securely in place, totally at his mercy. It feels amazing.

“One…” The last second passes tantalisingly, torturously slowly. You feel your orgasm rushing towards you, overwhelmed and full and ready to come undone, to burst. He feels it too; feels the way you shake and writhe under his hands, the way you scream and groan in strangled, desperate cries. He knows you can’t hold it anymore, and he doesn’t want you to.

“Cum, baby.”

You don’t need to be held twice; your orgasm overtakes you so quickly you almost drown in it, washing over you and bursting at the seams as you finally let go, releasing everything onto his hand and the seat. You don’t even care what you must look like, or even how much you’re going to have to pay the poor driver to clean it up. All you care about is Mingi; the way he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, low voice guiding and praising you through it though he knows you’re so fucked out you won’t understand him — Mingi, Mingi, Mingi. His name is all you can think of, all you can scream as you cum over his fingers.

When you come down, chest rising and falling in panted breaths, Mingi is holding you in his arms, muttering lovingly in your ear. Your panties and sweatpants are back in place and if it weren’t for the pool of juices on the chair next to you, it would almost seem like nothing had happened back here.

When the car pulls up at the hotel, Mingi helps you out before strolling round to the driver’s side, handing him another wad of cash. He mutters what sounds like an apology before walking back towards you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “C’mon, babe,” he says. “Let’s get you on your knees, yeah?”

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small thing since i haven’t posted in a bit, forgive any errors please! i had a sudden health scare recently so haven’t been able to come online much but im all good now. reblog & comment if you enjoyed. requests are open! love🖤🖤🖤