BUSINESS CALL

BUSINESS CALL

♔ PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

♔ GENRE — smut, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, ceo!hongjoong au

♔ WARNINGS — smut, semi public sex, sex while one is on the the phone, unprotected sex, overstimulation, riding, light choking

♔ WORD COUNT — 1.6k

♔ SUMMARY — after hongjoong runs late at work due to an important call and misses your dinner, you decide to make the business call a lot more interesting for him.

You knocked on the door tentatively and then waited for a response. You had half a mind to just waltz in, but you didn’t want to walk in on something you shouldn’t. You knew that a closed door meant that your fiancé was busy with something important and didn’t want any visitors. Normally this was something to do with his company. You huffed and glared at the door. Of all nights to be stuck late at work, it just had to be this one. You waited a few beats longer while your arms were folded across your chest, heel clad foot tapping on the marble floor impatiently. You checked your phone to see the time and rolled your eyes. 7:15PM. You had a dinner reservation at 7:45 at a restaurant across the city. You were going to be late.

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YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT JONGHO IS A BEAST IN DISGUISE *inaudible screams*

i beg u do a jongho morning smut story oh my lord

Teddy 》 C. Jongho

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Choi Jongho x Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: swearing, perv!Jongho, masturbation, dry humping, oral (f receiving), dirty talk

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: bit of fluff, smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 3.9k

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: No matter how long you have been living with Jongho, he still gets quite surprised at your boldness. Other than that, Jongho really likes living with you. Until recently, when he came back from the tour and an odd feeling appeared inside his stomach. Just the sight of you makes his stomach feel funny, sometimes even in the lower part. Your dirty jokes are starting to affect him, but he can't seem to find out what has changed.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Choi Jongho is a beast in disguise and nobody can prove me otherwise.

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Somehow, you had convinced yourself that if you went through the channels on the TV over and over, something interesting might appear. But the same shows and boring movies kept playing, resulting in an annoyed huff from you. It is way past midnight, and your roommate and best friend had just gotten back from the tour. He has found his comfy space in the armchair, while you occupied the sofa. The way he sat on it made your heart warm. Outside of the apartment, you were only used to seeing him in heavy dark clothes and with a serious look on his face.

You are helplessly laying on your stomach, head turned toward the TV in hopes of finding something interesting. Jongho didn't complain about you taking up his space. Instead, he dropped his bags to the side so he could properly greet you and place a kiss on your forehead. Currently, he sat with his legs over the armrest and the side of his body leaning against the backrest. His striped red socks were a contrast to his black hoodie and dark ripped jeans, and his toes would occasionally do a small wiggle after winning a match on his phone.

"And just what are you grinning so hard about?" Jongho asks, eyes not leaving the screen.

"Cute socks." You admit.

Your eyes don't miss the way his lips press into a thin line to avoid smiling. You also don't miss the tint on his cheeks, almost matching the socks. You wished you could hug him whenever you wanted. Jongho didn't like skinship before, but since you moved in, it had gotten worse. You weren't sure if it was because of all your unnecessary ass poking or because Wooyoung had gotten more bratty than usual. Jongho ran away from your spread arms, avoided your nicknames and acted unphased by your unintentional cute behaviour.

Truth is, Jongho has a soft spot for you. He loves to catch you smiling at him, pouting when something isn't going the way you've intended, struggling to open or fix something while you try to not disturb him. He loves to watch, but from a distance. He isn't sure if you've noticed, he hopes you didn't, but your presence makes him feel... weird.

It makes his stomach feel funny, and his cheeks and ears heat up. He tenses up when he smells your summer perfume, even when you put it on during the winter. He tenses up when your hands go near him in an attempt to hug him. He wishes he can be natural around you. He wishes he can let you hug him whenever your heart desires, even poke his ass if necessary. After all, he did work for that ass.

The boy's eyes carefully followed the ball on the screen, so close to reaching his goal, when a noise made his eyes widen.

"Ah, fuck," you cussed from the sofa. His eyes landed on your figure, now standing up straight and fidgeting with the remote. "Fucking shit, shut it down!"

Then, his eyes met the big screen. He wishes he didn't look. His breath stopped in his throat, and his stomach felt fuzzy again. This time a bit lower than usual. The scene unfolding wasn't something Jongho hadn't seen, but seeing it in your presence made his head so heated that he thought he might explode. The batteries of the remote were already at the verge of their life before Jongho left, which is why the remote isn't obeying you tonight.

Wet noises and fake moans shamelessly traveled to your ears, each louder and more uncomfortable for Jongho.

"Jongho, it's not working!" You whine, rushing over to the TV to find the shutting down button.

Too caught off guard to even blink, Jongho only managed to let out the breath he was holding. He gulped a bit louder than he intended, then watched your figure bend over to reach the button. And there it was, the fuzzy feeling again. A click was heard, and the room fell dark. Except the light from Jongho's phone perfectly illuminating his flushed face.

You let out a stressed huff, then finally turn around to face him.

"Great. Now I'm horny."

You being straightforward wasn't anything new to him. Still, you always managed to catch him off guard. Whether you said it as a joke or not, a small piece of Jongho's brain caught that sentence and made sure to remind him later.

"Jjong?" You called.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think a dick can feel that good?"

Jongho had a shock after a shock. Letting you stay as his roommate was surely going to end him one day.

"Nevermind. I'll stick to my pillow and that teddy you bought me. Good night, love!"

And with a kiss on top of his head and a hair ruffle, you disappeared inside your room. His phone turned off from lack of activity, leaving him in the dark alone with his thoughts. He could hear his own heart pound. You treat self pleasuring as a normal conversation around him, once even apologising if you were too loud the previous night. Jongho would only laugh it off. But now, Jongho can't stop thinking about what you said. Did you really use his present to...?

Deciding to call it a night, the boy picked up his bags, checked if everything is off or locked, then entered his own room. The gap under your door was a bright purple and blue, meaning that you had turned on your colourful lamp and you are probably choosing your outfit for your planned breakfast tomorrow. He remembers that you told him the colours make you feel sexy.

Jongho decides for a quick shower, which always helps him get rid of the funny feeling at the bottom of his stomach. His clothes are thrown in the washing basket, and he takes a moment to stand in front of the mirror. He had gotten bigger in his muscles. Even he sees the difference. Perhaps he should wear something a bit tighter tomorrow, just to fish for a few compliments from you. Jongho then discards his underwear too, then hops into the shower.

He shivers at the cold liquid falling down his back, then down his chest. He groans in relief. As weird as it sounds, it felt weird to have a calm shower without Wooyoung or San barging in with an excuse to brush their teeth. In reality, they all love to tease their youngest one in all ways they can.

The idea of a calm shower stops once Jongho's ears pick up something through the noise of the water falling. It is a gasp, then a moan. A soft moan coming from the opposite door in the bathroom, the one leading into your room. Jongho shut the water down, then gently opened the glass door to make sure he heard correctly. He hears shuffling, buzzing, then another moan. His mouth parts, and eyes fall down to his crotch. His cock is proudly sticking up, amused by the noises more than Jongho's brain.

Jongho's brain is working against him. You must be doing this on purpose. You aren't really pleasuring yourself. Surely, you heard the water run. Why would you do something so risky? But then again, Jongho underestimates you. Often times something that is horrific to him is normal to you.

His hand grips his cock for the first time in so long. He simply didn't have a right place, time or energy to do so. He gives it a slow pump, and his head is already falling back against the tiles. Your moans are muffled, probably from burying your head into your pillow, but your shuffling is faster and harder with each second that passes. The bed is creaking, and Jongho finds himself getting horny from the thought of you riding something he gave you. And that's when it clicks.

He can be horny, yes. But this doesn't feel the same. It feels more powerful. Every time he thinks of you, he has a desire to have you. He just wasn't aware yet. He wants you, but is afraid that he might ruin it. No, Jongho doesn't want you. He needs you. As soon as possible.

"Jongho—"

Jongho chokes on his own spit. His eyes widen, and his legs carry him outside of the shower. His ear is pressed against the wooden door in hopes to hear that again. The bathroom is almost flooded, but the boy couldn't seem to care.

"Jjong—" you breathe out, "ah—".

And just like that, he finds himself thrusting into his own hand in hopes to reach his orgasm. The nickname you had given him was adorable to him, but now, he will remember this night whenever you call him that. And he doesn't mind.

"Can I cum? Pretty please?"

You were... begging him? Begging to cum? Him? Jongho breathed out. His eyes rolled back as your soft gasps continued. You were close, and so was he. His breathing became shallow, and his pace messy.

"Fuck— please? I was so good while you were gone—" It almost sounded like you bloody knew. But how could you know? It sounded so needy, Jongho was sure that it was just your need to finish speaking. "So, so good. Please, please, please—"

"Cum for me," he whispered, caught up in the feeling of ecstasy.

And just like that, as if you heard him, a series of moans and gasps left your mouth. Jongho felt warm liquid pour over himself, and his body fell into a hole of pure pleasure. He saw white before his eyes.  But in the middle of that, he saw you. He saw your face between his legs, his seed painting your cheeks as you stuck out your tongue to catch some of it. Jongho wasn't innocent, but he never allowed himself to go too far. He was impatient.

"I wish you knew how fucking hot you are, Choi Jongho."

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Jongho was in deep sleep when he felt something heavy on top of him. It felt too early for his own liking. He opened one eye, scanning around the room for any signs of already being morning. The sunrays fighting their way through the blinds made him groan. His attention then fell on the figure on him. You laid on top of his chest, just like a few times before he left for the tour. You had become much lighter, or maybe he became stronger. Your hands rested on his chest, thumbs innocently rubbing circles into his skin over the t-shirt.

His arms carefully placed themselves on your upper back, as if testing if you'll rip them off if they touch you. Jongho was in the middle of enjoying the steady breathing and calm atmosphere, when you decided to abruptly sit up with a wide smile.

"Morning!"

Jongho smiled as a greeting. He adored your enthusiasm and wished he had some of it.

"Slept well?"

"I did."

"Good. I need you to be smiley and ready for all the pictures I'll be taking today."

Jongho hummed as a response. His voice was still too raspy to speak, so he relied on hums and nods. You went on about all the food you wanted to try, and all the stories you heard about the new café which offers chocolate cake with an espresso. He smiled fondly at you, loving the way your voice sounded at any time of the day. Then, something got you in a very excited mood, because you started shuffling and jumping on top of him. The skirt you wore did nothing to help his self control.

"Stop moving," Jongho warned, a smile still present on his lips.

You listened, but after remembering another detail, the shuffling started again. The creaking of his own bed sounded similar to the one last night, and watching your hips move like that, he felt his mouth go dry.

You're in fucking deep.

"Idiot," he warned again.

"But Jongho, how can you not be excited about cotton candy cloud raining in your coffee?"

"I don't know. I prefer my coffee in a mug. Drinkable."

"But this is drinkable too!" Hip roll.

"Stop that."

"You didn't even listen. How about that macaron shop?" Hip roll.

"Stop that."

"No macarons either? If you want scrambled eggs might as well stay—" Hip roll.

You gasp in the middle of the sentence. His hands are on your waist, fingers digging into it to keep your body still. You never felt his hands on you in such way. They were huge and warmed up your skin from the cold morning just right.

"I mean— Did you want— Uh—" You never stutter around him. The way his eyes pierced into yours has you a stuttering and embarrassing mess. Jongho's tongue peeks out enough to wet his dry lips. You gulp. "I uh—"

Jongho removed one of his legs from the space between yours. Now you hovered above him. You forgot one thing about him, and it was how good he looked in the morning. You even told him once, resulting in a flustered Jongho and not seeing him almost two days.

"You look so fucked out in the morning. Hot."

And he is hot. Shallow breathing, messy hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, half closed eyes, and the hottest of all, the veins on his arms in the morning. Jongho has a habit of suddenly sweating and getting hot right before morning, which means all of his blankets and additional clothing eventually end up on the floor, and you get to enjoy the view of him in boxers and short sleeved t-shirt only. It's enough to make your stomach fuzzy and your thoughts sinful.

"Sit," he orders.

Never in your life did you so quickly obey to someone. You sat on top of his thigh, your hands resting on his lower stomach for support. He lets out a low sigh when you press into in unintentionally, then strengthens the grip on your waist.

"I told you not to move," he says, voice low and raspy, "and you still did. Now—"

His thigh flexes underneath you. A gasp leaves your mouth from surprise and the sudden pang of pleasure. "Jjong—"

"—you're going to move."

And just like that, the boldness left your body. You were at his mercy now, all weak and ready to do whatever he wanted you to. One glance at him and you knew he had a lot on his mind. Your hips start moving, slowly but forcefully. Jongho's eyes carefully examined your body language. You were already falling apart on top of him, and he wasn't doing anything. Yet.

His hands started moving your hips faster, and his thigh occasionally flexed just to hear those delicious gasps from your lips. You were not moaning yet, which didn't satisfy Jongho. He made it his mission to make you say all those things from last night right in his face. How good you were for him, how you want to cum with his permission, and how absolutely perfect his name sounds from your fucked out figure.

"Skirt up," he whispers.

Your hand reaches towards the front of it, then lifts the material up. You can't see well from your position, but by the way Jongho let out a small, almost unnoticeable hum, you figured the sight was surely something. You lowered yourself more into his firm leg, your clit deliciously rubbing against the warm skin of it.

"Your panties are drenched," he notices, a slight smirk on his lips, "or did you cum already and are aiming for the second one?"

Shaking your head is the only thing you can do. You feel your orgasm in the distance, and you don't want to distract yourself and lose it.

But then, Jongho stops your body from moving. You look at him in disbelief. All of this is slowly proving you that Jongho is exactly what you thought he was: rule giver, watcher, silent enjoyer and in need for controlling. You always imagined Jongho to be the merciless dominant, which you wanted to get a taste of so bad. But now that you're here, and just at the beginning, you realise how difficult it will be.

You feel his fingers on your inner thigh. He slowly drags them up to your wet folds, his thumb giving your clit a few gentle rubs before moving the panties aside.

"Ah, fuck." He sighs.

The glistening wet folds before him were so inviting, but Jongho had time. He had all day. He knows damn well you aren't leaving this bed any time soon.

Unable to wait any longer, you start moving again. The feeling of your exposed and sensitive clit rubbing against his skin felt heavenly. Your arousal left a trail on his leg, but Jongho didn't seem to mind. It made your moves smoother and more pleasing for you. Jongho noticed that you enjoy slow but intense moves a lot. The way your eyes flutter every time you move your hips forward makes the bottom of his stomach feel fuzzy. As if it didn't already feel enough.

His hands leave your waist, allowing you to pick your own pace and use him the way you needed. He laid back, eyes fixed on the way your brows furrowed and teeth bit the bottom lip. His thigh flexed again and again, every time you rolled your hips forward.

"Do I make a good enough pillow for my needy roommate?"

The words caught you off guard and you slipped a bit forward, your leg accidentally brushing the spot between his legs. He smirks at your surprised reaction. The way his voice changed from suppressed and unsure to confident and teasing drove you crazy.

"You fucking my thigh the way you fucked that teddy bear last night?"

The first moan escapes your lips. The thought of him listening to you last night made your knees weak. Now, you didn't hold back. Loud and breathy moans filled the room, along with the creaking of his bed.

"You imagined it was me, didn't you?"

Your body dropped on top of him, hips still mercilessly working on top of him as he spoke. You held onto the pillow behind his head for dear life. It's been so long since you felt pleasure this intense. You wanted it to last as long as possible.

"I did," you admit.

"How long?"

"Since you gave it to me." You whisper, knowing exactly what he means.

As moments pass, your body grows tired. Your orgasm doesn't intend on showing up any time soon. It is time to do what you usually do behind closed doors and alone only.

"Please," you beg.

And it's enough for Jongho. He switches the positions, quickly spreading your legs and pressing his knee against you. The way he looks at you from above is a sight you wish to preserve. His hair is all fluffy with slight waves in them, his eyes are half closed and his mouth is slightly open. His hands are on your inner thighs, keeping your legs spread so he can do his work in peace. He removes his knee, just to replace it with his tongue over your panties.

"Jjong—" You moan, just like last night, only louder.

His teeth pull your panties aside, and his tongue finds its place right on your clit. He is moving it up and down, his eyes fixed on your face. He experiments, moving his tongue in circles, sucking at your bud, biting it, and whatnot, until he realises he has you falling apart with almost anything he does. So he settles for sucking and kitten licks. He swears you taste and smell like watermelon, which only gives him one more motive to keep going.

You look down at him, and just when you thought he couldn't get any hotter and you couldn't get hornier, you see his dark eyes looking up at you from your pussy. He flattens his tongue to cover more area, and you try to close your legs in an attempt to stop. You already felt overstimulated, even though you didn't finish yet.

Jongho stop for a moment, just to deliver a sentence that absolutely destroys you:

"Can your teddy bear do this?"

At that moment, you think nobody but him can do this. Your hips roll up into his mouth, as if silently asking for more. Jongho takes the message. His fingers spread your lips apart, so that the attention can fully be on your sensitive bud.

"Fuck—" You moan, hand dropping down to grip onto his hair.

"Look at me," he mumbles, then goes back to his task as soon as you do.

You watch him eat you, and you watch him enjoy it. His fingers delicately spread your lips, while his other hand is pressing your thigh into the mattress to give him more space. Who would've thought that Jongho eats pussy for his own pleasure?

His lips close around you clit, gently tugging it and sucking. You are at the verge, right there. You do not want it to end, but you need to orgasm as soon as possible.

"Please, please, please—"

And this time, Jongho can say it to your face.

"Cum for me."

And a few moments after, you do. Multiple wave of pleasure splash your body, each stronger than the other. Your body is trembling, yet he doesn't stop his tongue movements. He deliciously licks every single drop of your arousal, humming along the way and admiring the work he did. You have a tough time catching your breath.

More than that, you have a tough time trying to connect that this Jongho is the same Jongho who got flustered at a porn movie last night.

He pulls your panties up, still drenched with your cum and his saliva, and pressed a kiss on your lower stomach. He pulls your skirt down, flattens your shirt, then gets off the bed. He might just get used to you spread on the bed, all fucked and breathless, even though he didn't really fuck you.

"Don't fire the bear now because of me. You might still need it when I'm away."

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H o w ?

Just how did your brain conjured this incredible piece of work? It was insane, like truly I don’t think I blinked the entire time I was reading this.

The playlist you adhered to this fic was just expectacular. It felt like the song that played matched the section that it played at. The songs definitely added to the world building and atmosphere.

I never usually write a text this long only cuz I usually don’t know what to say or how I feel after a fic but I just had to write something to this one somehow. Wow wow wow. If you make a part 2 best believe I’m going to read it.

Anyways, thank you so much for writing this. I came looking for a choi san fic and this was the first one that appeared and I found a diamond instead of copper. Stay healthy and safe author!

𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 || c h o i s a n 1 8 +

"Fucking her was an ambrosia for his sick ego, a feast for all his demons."

"Say I'm a god." The man demanded, thread hanging in his tone like his all existence depended on it. You looked at him, overwhelmed by the unbearable teasing he kept sending upon you with his two digits deep inside you. "Say it."

🔪 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Known to the underworld as Reaper, San wouldn't let a change to play god to slide. If the money was good, he'd made sure the job was done. Elimination of a top level politician wasn't groundbreaking but the job #76 was different – really special, having San’s inner demons to thrive. Who would've known the woman he had been fucking for months was a wife of the man he was assigned to kill?

🔪 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : San x fem!reader

🔪 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut, action, criminal, psychological

🔪 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : m*rder, blo*d, explicit language, gunplay, knife play, cutting, blo*d tasting, oral (both receiving), choking, double fingering (f!receiving), edging, overstimulation, tying down, mdom, pet names, slut/whore calling, face riding (m!receiving), rough sex, mentions of breeding, mind games, m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t !!

🔪 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 11k

The sun began setting in vivid colors, painting the heavy cirrocumulus clouds bright red in the early autumn sky. No wonder the panorama had the whole city in awe. The view was indeed breathtaking, almost overwhelming, causing almost every pedestrian to stop and admire, then eventually eternalizing the scenery with their phone cameras.

However, there was one person that seemed to be completely immune to the capturing sights.

Not one of the passersby were paying attention to the ordinary looking man that occupied a little fragment of pavement aside, next to a small but busy cafe in the east part of Manhattan. He stood there, dressed in black from head to toe, with his back against the building's brick wall. One hand submerged in his pocket, the other rolled a half smoked cigarette between his slim fingers.

The man looked like everyone else on the street, irrelevant. 

And that was what he intended.

Blending into the crowd and becoming completely invisible weren't much of an effort to him; one of only two lessons that Choi San actually appreciated being taught during his time spent in the military. The other one was of course how to obliterate his own humanity. Both those valuable lessons now allowed him to wipe his ass with money.

A pair of sharp eyes flashed with threatening unpleasantness from under the black cap that was hiding San’s face. The urge to silence two loud love birds across the street was colossal. 

His jaw clenched, teeth gritting with annoyance. His neck veins popped from raising irritation with their obnoxious behavior as they were taking hundreds of basic pictures of each other in the incredible lighting.

He couldn't help but stroke the gunmetal, hidden deep in his pocket as the killer's instincts were heavily tempted.

Again he was forced to focus on gathering all the thoughts he had to prioritize. No suspicious movements should be made. He glared at a nearby skyscraper, basking in the blinding sun. 

The bloody star burned more with every minute. To some, that display of nature was just a sign of colder weather the next day. Those more superstitious individuals were lowering the draws while cursing the red ball on the horizon, considering it an omen of the innocent blood being spilled tonight.

San couldn't care less of any of that; weather foreshadowing or some stupid beliefs. For him, today's light of the sunset was nothing but pure luck, its help in hiding the red dot sight, which would make his job ten times easier.

"Fucking clowns." He spat out, when squeaky excited voices of the couple echoed again between tall buildings, almost disturbing his state of concentration.

However, it was not enough to make his hawk-like vision not register a sudden, weak movement on the roof of the building before him. 

A pleased smirk appeared on his dangerously handsome face, giving its sharp features all the cocky colors.

"Hello there."

Only an indistinct glimpse of one black figure grazed San’s eyes, but that was exactly what he had been waiting for.

Immediately his calculative mind showed him the whole map of that part of Manhattan, with the whole military security unit scattered on every roof and filling every hole and blind spot that could potentially cause danger.

His sight turned from an annoyingly over enthusiastic couple to the big round building that was located a few blocks away from his position.

The Conference Building Center.

Today, that building was a main focus of many eyes, also those watching from dark, hidden spots. The round impressive center was completely covered with glass, reflecting all the surroundings. Windows, another luck. 

No matter the circumstances, San had never failed to hunt the target. Everything that the police knew was what he let them find. There was no possibility that Reaper would ever get caught. That was why in missions like that one, where media and government were involved, he had to be extra attentive, appreciating those lucky conditions.

His fox eyes observed every movement of journalists gathered before the main entrance of CBC. He recognized the last preparation they were making as cameras were turned on one after another and the presenters started fixing their clothes and microphones.

The fun had begun.

First, the snipers arriving on the roofs to secure the territory, then the slight chaos, unfolding among the media teams and just now the representative welcoming team set on their positions to greet the big fish. It was all simple signals that San's target was about to arrive at the spot of his final moments.

He took two last puffs before the cigarette ended up beneath his shoe. It was time to move.

San had already chosen and prepared his hide site a few days ago, right before the conference was announced to the public and the military did their own scan of the place.

Despite the spot being pretty far from the CBC, it was surely occupied by one of the military pawns. San however considered it as the best thing in that difficult situation; they never paid attention to the less significant places, putting all the pressure on “the eyes” right around the main scene.

San didn’t need to be as close as he could to the target. Having them in a straight line wasn’t necessary either. Only thing required in Reaper’s death ritual was to have the duck in sight.

The spot he picked was just one of the medium sized condominium buildings, part of the older city's architecture. The stairway couldn’t be openly secured by the military since people living there had to have a free and non stressful access to their apartments. Nevertheless, it had to be watched from another, unobstructive position. San had to eliminate every obstacle that could disrupt his mission.

Arriving at the location, he kneeled down to quickly untie his shoe and take his time while tying it back. His attention was caught by two men, laughing at each other in the alley, right beside a big green dumpster situated four meters away from the stairway. For a sight of a normal human being, they looked like a couple of friends, maybe neighbors that got outside for an evening talk and smoke.

But not for San.

He noticed their well hidden attentiveness to every move and noise, their dominating hand never leaving the area of the big coats’ pockets. There was no mistake, that job would harvest more victims.

A distant sound of multiple sirens went off, catching the attention of San and definitely every “eye”.

The target number 76 was about to arrive in the CBC.

Watching how suddenly those two men began to move closer to the main street and leave their positions, San couldn’t help but snort in disbelief at their recklessness.

"Morons.”

Duty and mission over curiosity – distraction had no right to win. But there they were, giving death an invitation.

Either they were not expecting any bad events to happen or HQ failed to see they hired two idiots to guard a top politician. That was San's chance to clear the path like a child's play. He was indeed lucky today.

Leaving his shoelaces, he crossed the street with a normal paced, peaceful jog, along with many other people, trying to cross it before a column of cars would block the pass.

Ordinarily San disappeared behind a building next to his hide spot and his two prey. Walking the block around, his eyes quickly made sure that his method of escape was on the spot. After getting through the alley, he peeked from a corner to see a view that he already knew would welcome him.

Everyone’s back turned to him, every face watched as a row of black shiny cars, carrying a whole unit of bodyguards and the main star of the evening, the Governor.

Despite standing in the back of the crowd, the two curious guardians tried to catch a glimpse of a beloved politician, not sensing their own doom unraveling behind their backs as a black figure was closing the distance between them.

The sirens were getting louder, drowning out every other noise of the city, as well as San’s decisive and heavy steps in the dark alley.

The stairway was left unsupervised, which let him slide inside with no problem. All he had to do now was wait. He wished he could eliminate the couple right there but unfortunately, there was an important procedure that San couldn’t walk around. He needed these two idiots alive for a longer minute.

He decided to use this time to dress appropriately for the job. Using the chaos outside, San leisurely climbed up the stairs. The hiding place behind an old electrical box was untouched, exactly how he left it. Pulling a backpack from behind it, he quickly dressed in its content.

Black cargo jacket replaced the long puffer coat he wore previously. His cap disappeared, revealing his sharp features and short black hair he wore the same since he left the military. Plastic protectors embraced his knees and elbows.

Before putting on the black gloves, San reached out for his phone to check the hour but an unread message caught his attention.

$$lut>> Mandarin Oriental, apartment 5, hope you'll be there around 6pm. Y/n.

Unconsciously he inhaled sharply, feeling the cold air fill his lungs. For a second his straight face gave in to a combination of sinister excitement and roguish mania, decorating his exquisite features.

There was no way he would miss that meeting with you. Not when it was the biggest reason why that mission was the most satisfying job he had ever been paid to do. Just the thought of it was making him tremble in sick excitement.

His 76th job was more than just a "kill and disappear" mission. It was a perfect chance for San's crooked nature to show itself with all the dark sides to it. A great opportunity to unleash all his demons at once and let them thrive all they desired.

The moment he got the target file, he couldn't believe his own eyes. It wasn't the governor title or getting involved in political fights that was the reason for San's disbelief.

What were the odds that he was paid to kill a man whose wife was the best cumdumbster he had ever had put his cock inside?

Having this information on his mind while going through weeks of preparation and scheming, his wild and unlimited imagination only added more fuel to the fire.

That was why it was the only time he had texted you first, asking to prepare the place of the meeting and sabotaging you into daydreaming about how desperate he was for your body.

San knew you wouldn't waste your husband's nearest absence to let your dirtiest secret fuck you again. Not after all those times he made you turn into a brainless slut with his skills. He knew you wanted more and more with every meeting, making you basically addicted to the sin.

Exactly, you wouldn't waste any opportunity. Therefore what was a better chance for proving again your unfaithfulness to your husband than him being away, busy speaking to the citizens about his political successes and goals?

As the car with the governor lined up with the building San was in, the loudest resonation of the sirens filled the whole street. The sirens in San’s mind went off as well, while picturing all the obscene things he was going to do to you right after making you a widow.

"The Governor arrived at the CBC." A high volume voice blowing from the radios snapped San from his ominous state that your message brought upon him.

He carefully leaned over the barriers to look down and see that the two imbycles came back on their positions. Everything was going along with his plan.

"Outside sectors first, check in!”

The command was directed at all the buildings the furthest from the main building, including San's hide spot.

He had no more time to waste. Stuffing the backpack with his previous outfit and accessories, he pushed it back behind the electrical box. With fast but quiet steps and his back to the wall, he began walking down the stairs, while putting a silencer on the gun with rolling movements.

He halted on the lowest mezzanine, standing on the last step with his legs slightly astride. The gun hung in his grip, free hand wrapping around his wrist. With his head high, he was waiting for the rest of things to go his way.

"Guardian Apollo, Olymp 5 secured. I don't see any suspicious movements. Over."

The blurry voice on the radio got to San's sensitive ears. Remembering the map and the amount of the sectors there can be, the report must've come from the sniper on the roof above his head.

Olymp certainly meant the upper positions. Very poetic. What an effort. Now he was expecting two men downstairs to do their last stand.

"Eenie, meenie, miny-" San hummed playfully, mocking the dramatic situation the unit was heading to. He patiently stroked the trigger as he was warming it up for the action.

It took a second for him to hear what he expected the two corpses to be.

"Achilles, Hercules, Hades 5 secured. Over."

San couldn't help but smile wide, exposing the white, sharp teeth, the deadly glow lighting up his gaze.

"Moe."

The heroes' namesakes, now foolishly relaxed, still managed to notice a black figure stepping on the last set of stairs. They had a chance to look in their doom's eyes before two quick, muted bullets ended up in their skulls.

As expected, no one heard or saw anything as people kept shouting support while moving towards the center to create a crowd of love for their politician friend.

No eye caught the moment of two heavy bodies falling back on the wet concrete that was instantly stained with crimson colors.

San had less than a minute to hide the dead. Thankfully with the strength he possessed that was more than enough. He ran down the stairs and grabbing by the back of their collars, he seamlessly dragged two corpses towards the dumpster and one by one, threw them inside of it. Before the trash bags covered the crime, he took the radios off the guards and lowered the volume to the maximum on both devices. The radios continued to blow up with next sectors check in's, which would catch the unwanted attention.

The job on the ground was done. No need to rush when it came to Olymp cleansing. He climbed to the top floor in peace, causally passing by an older woman who was taking her dog for a walk. The black labrador seemed uneasy when San entered his space. Maybe because of the blood scent on his gloves or the bad intention he was carrying up the building. The man only mischievously smiled at the growling pup that immediately got yelled at by his owner. 

He finally faced the door he was about to go through. Oiling the hinges and the knob during the spot preparation a few days ago now was a life saver, letting the Reaper slide out on the roof without the smallest obstacle.

San slowly closed the door behind him and waited a moment, before kneeling down and looking over a wall at the next problem he had to deal with. Somehow San had to manage to get rid of Apollo who was guarding the southern part of the rooftop behind the entrance, without being noticed.

Apollo was laying down in a full sniper position, inspecting the surrounding buildings and streets through the rifle's scope. His back was facing San.

The idea of letting him see the face of a man that was about to become his killer was tempting. But Apollo wasn't anything like San's previous targets. Maybe he wasn't the smartest but he was a soldier that might've gone through the same training. If he went through the same training, he could've actually become a troublesome obstacle.

Without any second thoughts, a hitman pointed the gun at the back of the sniper's helmetless head, presaging a fatal shot. The bullet cut the air with a muted, sharp bull whip sound. Upper part of Apollo's body dropped on the ground, lifeless heavy arms pulling the rifle down with them.

The black figure responsible for shortening the life of the god of sun wannabe, soon crawled up to the body to not be seen by other "eyes". San had to make sure that the shot was final. There was no possibility it wasn't. Still, it made him feel more secure.

He rolled Apollo on the side and pulled the rifle from underneath him. Just as San reached for his jacket to start putting out his own weapon's pieces, he noticed another piece of luck today. There was no need for him to assemble his own rifle, since the dead guardian used the same model. The version was older but it still would get the job done.

"Thanks, man. You know, I always feel bad for killing my own kind." 

While looking into his victim's opened but lifeless eyes, he reached for something in his pocket. Then playfully slapping Apollo's cold cheek, he left the mark of the Reaper on it.

"Pity."

San had no time to grieve over that man and his unlucky fate. Pushing the corpse further to the side, he took Apollo's spot before adjusting the rifle back on the stand. It had been a while since he had such comfortable conditions during the assassination. Last time probably during military missions.

"Best day ever." He laughed, both in excitement and sinister at today's fortune of his. 

Despite dark blue clouds slowly covering the sky from the east, the sky beyond the horizon still burned, making the town bask in red. The bloody light poured inside the CBC through the glass walls, illuminating everything and everyone inside.

Small tides of adrenaline began to tease his senses. The path was finally clean for the main target's execution, ordered by his political opponents.

Watching the scene through the scope, San made sure that the conference was taking place at the main hall, due to the big crowd of his supporters, party members and media. As planned, the hitman had the governor at the golden plate as he stood on the pedestal while speaking to the people with admirable charisma.    

Poor man.

Not only was he about to draw his last breath, his wife was going to scream his killer's name in ecstasy some time after.

With the sun behind San's back, it glared out the red dot sight completely from all the angles but not his. With his hawk eyes and calculative mind supported by experience, he was at the top of his field. He knew how to use his surroundings and conditions, even those not good looking to help him succeed.

Now that he was relaxed, San couldn't stop you from roaming around his head with all the positions he was going to have you in and the surprise he had prepared for his favorite doll. The pricking sensation between his legs at these sinful thoughts as well as the growing adrenaline made his whole body tense up.

"Calm down, San." He whispered, grinning at himself. "You'll get yours soon."

It was time to end the clownfest in that part of Manhattan, before he could move to another. With no obstacle, the red laser marked the politician's side of the head. Everyone else, unlucky blinded by the sun, continued to celebrate his words with shiny eyes and wide smiles on their faces.

San also couldn't help a smile, creeping on his lips. The feeling of unearthly satisfaction tingled his sick ego. He always felt incredibly powerful, holding the right to take or spare lives. He felt like god.

No, he was a god.

"Don't take it personal, Kim Hongjoong. The fact I hold full ownership of your wife's pretty holes has nothing to do with the job." At first his words seemed to be honest, only to turn into a plain mockery. "But damn, it did make it hella more exciting."

The shot was clear, the bullet shattered the widow in pieces to stop right in the target's brain. The governor's body dropped dead behind the rostrum. The blue carpet on the stage, absorbing the growing paddle of blood began turning purple.

Manhattan's eagle, as he was called by his supporters, fell.

San used every second of total shock among the crowd before the panic exploded and the federals would begin searching the sectors. The chaos as well as the lack of idea where the shot came from were the moments that allowed San to escape without a problem.

Leaving the stairway he gulped with big steps, San couldn't help but nonchalantly pat the green dumpster containing new additions to his long list of victims. He indeed left a trail of bodies today.

With a hurry, he walked up to his black Kawaki Ninja that was waiting for him a block away. The hitman went back to looking ordinary, blending into the crowd as a simple biker. San watched the police and ambulances rushing towards the CBC as he was putting the helmet on.

"I'm leaving the mess to you." he whispered, mockingly saluting towards the pacing cars. 

Switching his phone online, a message from unknown as well as a bank notification arrived immediately, both related to one another.

Unknown》》 The whole payment has been sent onto your bank account. Good job, Reaper.

The amount of zeros put a smirk on his face underneath the helmet. The job there was done. Now it was time for the second part. He could entirely indulge in his own sweet mission of ruining you.

He closed the eye shield, hiding the devilish expression. His instincts growled along with the bike as he began reviving the engine.

"Aw, Y/n." He laughed quietly, the bike rolled onto the street, joining the traffic. "You're one unlucky bitch."

5.54 pm.

Choi was never late. He also hated when you were late. Many times you were met with an empty room when you did not get there on time. Following the schedule was apparently very important for your lover. That was why you knew his frame would be standing in the hotel room’s door in the next 6 minutes. You still had some time to make yourself look even more irresistible. 

As instructed, you turned your phone off before leaving the house as well as you took a taxi to arrive at the hotel. Wig and dark glasses you wore while traveling there, now laid messy on the bed. Necessary measures when you’re a high politician’s wife. You would be totally fucked if the news of your lack of morality came to the light. Not that you personally had a problem, cheating on your husband. Marriage with Hongjoong was a pure business. Elite families union. Still, you wouldn’t only ruin your husband’s career, which you would definitely pay for, but you’d also close all the door to your own future political career.

However, the risk held so much thrill. This sick kind of frisson you were always drawn to. It was addictive. No, you were already addicted.

Trying to fix your hair, you could feel your nerves and excitement alternately raising your heart rate at the thought of what was happening. Your husband was somewhere out there, preaching about freedom and positive changes for the future, surrounded by hundreads and listened by thousands, while you stood here in a hotel room, looking at your refletion in the mirror and waiting for your lover, like a sex slave for her master.

A series of chills run down your spine. Both from your corrupted mind and the click of the opening door. Your eyes subconsciously landed on your phone screen.

6pm.

With no need to rush, as a professional you walked out the bedroom to the saloon. Immediately, your gaze went to a black figure filling the entire door frame with his insanely broad shoulders. The helmet hung in his left hand.

“Like clockwork.” You commented with a shaky voice, watching him up and down like a starving vampire.

Instead of saying something, Choi’s face lit up with an indescribable smile, however the look in his eyes was darker than ever. You stood far away from him but you still could see that indefinable glow in his expression.

“You look…different.” You noticed.

“I’m feeling different.” He replied with an amused but also deep tone.

“It’s positive, I hope.” 

You couldn’t deny that Choi was still a mystery to you. And something told you he would always be. No, you didn’t mind. Both of you needed physicality from one another. Nothing more. 

The twisted way you two knew nothing about each other, except for every inch of your bodies was the biggest thrill that in your case bordered with slight obsession. Seemingly, it could be his case too as he was the one who called you this time.

The helmet landed on the floor with a muted thud that made you somewhat flinch.

“You’re about to see for yourself.” He grinned, closing the doors behind him and taking a few heavy steps forward. “Personally, I think you’re gonna love every second of it, beautiful.”

“I also have something special for you.” You teased, feeling proud of your new lingerie set you bought just for him.

“I can’t wait.” He purred with a raspy voice.

You watched him as his teeth bite on the gloves finger tips, one by one and slid it off his hands. It was too dark for you to see the dried up blood on the black leather. Then his jacket came undone and shared the same fate as the gloves and the helmet.

“You’re not gonna help me undress?” He snickered at your stillness that clashed with your loud, fastening breathing.

You clapped to activate the illumination system. The saloon lighted up, showing his sharp details to your hungry eyes.

His black t-shirt was completely soaked. Pants of the same color enhanced his massive thighs. Tiny waist embraced by leather belt with an attached keychain to it, showing something similar to a skull and a snake embracing it. His naked arm muscles shone with sweat. Short front strings of hair were stuck to his high and glistening with sweat forehead.

The view took your breath away which failed to escape his attentive eyes. 

“And?”

You gulped loudly, swallowing the urge to fall on your knees right there on the spot.

“Shower first.” You ventured, turning around and going back into the bedroom. “I’m not letting you touch me befo-”

Steal arms surrounded you from behind like vines, limiting your movements to the minimum. You couldn’t help but scream, which was muted with his hand over your mouth.

A growl rung in your ear, “Yes you are.”

Holding you deadlocked in his embrace, with his lips glued to your ear, Choi swayed you both slowly towards the bed.

“What’s the point of shower if I’m gonna drip in sweat in a few minutes again. And you along with me, beautiful.” He taunted, sending electrifying waves down your body that contributed to the heavy flooding of your new underwear. “Let’s be eco friendly.”

Your knees touched the edge of a king sized bed when Choi let you go to take care of your white, hotel robe. But even then, you didn’t mean to move. You let him slide the robe from your shoulder, indulging in the curses leaving his lips as your body in the skimpy, black lingerie was exposed to his eyes.

You were embarrassingly weak for that man. The harsher he was with you the better. Because of him calling you first, you become swollen-headed, which made you think you could dictate the rules tonight. What a dumb bitch you were.

Slow movements of hands followed your lines and curves as if you were some Michael Angelo’s masterpiece. Through the bra you still could feel how warm his big hands were. The intense massage of your breast made your head fall backward onto his shoulder. His loud breaths burn your exposed neck and soothe it with kisses and licks.

You desperately needed that mouth and tongue of his somewhere else. Immediately. 

“C–Choi…” You called him among the whimpers.

“You’re usually more shameless than requests.” He chuckled.

You understood the digression. Instinctively, you rubbed your ass against his hard rock erection. 

“I-I need your tongue all over….” You moaned seductively and when your hand found his, it guided him between your trembling legs. "...her.”

 “Filthy slut.” He giggled but you picked up the gulp of his at the wetness his fingers sunk in.

Choi gave your craving pussy a few lazy strokes to gain loud whines from you, before grabbing your hips to make you face him. 

You had no time to think as his hand locked on your throat and cold eyes pierced through you.

"You do deserve that wish to come true as a reward for being such a good cumslut for me after all these months. But it's not like you didn't profit from it either." He grinned.

It would have some cuteness to it if not for the ice in his gaze as well as his unforgivable hand around your neck.

"And I don't do things for free."

You flinched as he suddenly attacked your lips with his. However, he kissed you painfully slowly, teased you with the brushes of his tongue as his plan was to make you go insane with lust. Little did you know it was a silence before the storm. 

You tried to initiate a more passionate kiss but in response to your attempt, Choi pushed you onto the bed that squeaked at you landing.

He got rid of the wet t-shirt, revealing his sculpture-like body. His muscles were even more defined now then they were when you met previously. You moaned quietly at the ravishing sight. 

Choi was perfect, a walking irresistible sin.

With one knee he climbed onto the bed and placing his hands on the sides of your head, he hovered over you.

He smirked at your shameless glares at his lips. You surely imagined them all over you. Choi however wasn't done with kissing you.

This time he wasn't torturing you with a slow pace. He surprised you with his hunger and aggressiveness. The wetness of the kiss went hand in hand with the pool between your thighs. Moaning into his mouth, you tried to pull him onto you. You wanted his skin rubbing against yours.

His hand reached for a pillow above your head to prepare the stage for the act he had in mind but a black object caught his attention. The man broke the kiss and reached for it.

"Is that yours?"

It took a second for you to stop worshiping his muscles and for your senses to come back. The realization hit you suddenly and you froze. Now you knew what he saw and what he was asking about.

Oh no.

A gun hung around his finger. Your gun.

"Y-yes." You stuttered. "That's for precaution."

"You planned to kill me if I fucked you the wrong way?" He growled with widened eyes, making the gun rock back and forth above your face.

"No. I always have it. It's just a habit." You explained, telling him nothing but the truth.

He didn't know who you were and you couldn't tell him. Being married to a man with many enemies forced you to wear the weapon with you. Especially when you went somewhere without bodyguards.

Choi seemed to not be listening to you as he stood up and started wandering around the room. His quick eyes studied the gun from all its sides.

"Walther CCP M2 380." He said coldly. "Admirable."

You felt somewhat unsafe, seeing a man you basically didn't know with a gun while being upset. The fact he knew the model from one look was even more concerning.

"I sleep with it under my pillow everyday. That's just a habit." You continued to convince him.

"I understand."

He didn't sound like he did. Choi turned to you with a smile, heavily hued with danger. His free hand grabbed a chair and dragged it in front of you.

"You named it?" He asked as he was playing some game. 

The man sat down on the chair with the gun now correctly placed in his hand. And what was worse, pointed at you.

"No." You replied with a worried voice. "It's just a gun."

"How about Apollo?" His rhetorical question was followed by a mischievous laughter. "It's Apollo from now on."

He didn't load it but it was unhelpful for you to feel better. 

You sat down at the edge of the bed, your faces aligned. "What are you gonna do?"

"Get up." He commanded. 

You had no choice but to do what he said.

"Come here." Another command.

Approaching him as close as you could, you now domed over him but you felt nowhere near empowered. You flinged at the coldness of the gunmetal on your womanhood.

"W-what are you doing?"

"It's more about what you are gonna do, beautiful."

The gun pressed even harder, now brushing your clit. A series of brutal chills possessed your body. Despite the situation, your treacherous cunt throbbed in excitement. 

"Ride it."

Your eyes widened with surprise. So he wasn't mad, he simply chose to use the occasion for a foreplay. That indeed suited him.

"That seems pretty unsafe." As much as you wanted to do it, a peace of caution decided to come through your corrupted mind.

"It's not loaded." He chuckled at the sudden change in your voice. You didn't seem to be so scared anymore. "If you don't ride Apollo and make him sticky with your cum, you're not getting the real gun tonight. And I promise you…"

With this he solidly grabbed his clothes cock.

"This one is loaded.'

You allowed him to push the weapon between your legs completely. The feeling of thrill filled you up again. You looked down at Choi's dark eyes that watched you intensely. 

As he wasn't saying anything, you slowly began moving your hips back and front. You felt how the slight rugged surface of the metal only added more friction.

"Ahh.." you inhaled sharply as the gun moved on its own since his holder decided to fasten the process.

You watched Choi sitting there, leaning backward on the chair like he was a master of anything. At the first sight he looked relaxed and amused. However, his jaw muscle tensing up with each of your moans gave him away. He barely controlled himself as you stood there between his legs with his hand mercilessly pushing the gun, spreading your swollen folds. 

The feeling was overpowering. The flood of pleasure made you lean forward, supporting yourself on the chair's frame. 

"Fuuuuck. It feels so good." 

You looked at him with hazy eyes. He was smiling widely before stopping his movements.

"Fuck yourself on it." His eyes glowed while looking up at you.

You didn't have to be told twice. The need for release was enormous and you were so close. The wetness completely soaked your underwear and started leaking down your thighs.

You rode the gun as fast as you could to reach the highest pleasure. The thought alone that it was a dangerous weapon that fucked you was enough to double the excitement. The heat waves hit you one after another. 

"Cum on it." He ordered, seeing you holding onto the last string of control.

The gun got caged between your cramping thighs. Your knees went weak from all the convulsing attacking your body. The release birthed some beautiful sounds from your throat. Apparently so sweet and satisfying, it broke him.

He abruptly got up, pulling you close by your waist to him as his other hand, tightening around the gun, was brutally working between your trembling legs.

The slick and uneven metal surface rubbed you in all the right places after he put more pressure on your dripping pussy.

"Fuuuuuck, Choi!" 

You were coming hard, looking into his cold and maniacally needy eyes as he walked, or more like dragged you backward. He dropped you back on the bed as soon as your high disappointingly weakend.

"Damn." He clacked, watching the surface of the weapon, completely wet. "I'm surely gonna miss it."

His words didn't get to your ears. Your mind was anywhere but there with you. 

It wasn't the end of dangerous weapons for you. Apollo fell somewhere on the floor to be replaced with its equally deadly friend. A sudden click of the opening knife brought you back from cloud nine. You tried to glance at Choi but next you knew you had the cold blade at your neck as well as a whole man hovering over you.

"You–"

"Maybe after I'm done with you, you'll regret not using that gun on me." He hissed while slowly drawing a trace from your trachea to the carotid.

You didn't dare to move, feeling the sharp object moving down your sternum. The tightness of the bra disappeared. He seamlessly released your breasts. The knife was very sharp, too sharp.

Only when the man let out a satisfying adlip at the view, you felt the stinging pain.

"Blood suits you, Y/n." He smiled at you, his lips getting close to your wound.

His long tongue felt hot against your skin. Even in a dimmed light you noticed your blood marking his muscle as it collected all the droplets from a small cut.

"Mhmm.." your lover hummed as if he was tasting the most delicious thing.

That action should've absolutely creeped you out. But the result was completely different. Familiar vibrations returned between your thighs, making you unconsciously move them, attempting to rub onto him. Your breath became loud, faster. You wanted more of that madness.

Nothing escaped his attention. Without a word, he licked the wound, occasionally sucking and grabbing your erect nipples between his teeth.

"More.." You whined quietly.

The muted laugh that left his throat woke the worst behavior in you. 

"Yes, you're right. Let's cut some more, shall we?" He trailed off, his fast eyes wandering down, "How about…here?"

The blade cut through the lace of your underwear like butter, uncovering the wet truth. 

"Bingo."

With the top part of the knife, Choi began painting abstractions on their sensitive womb. He watched you closely, feeding on your cute whimpers. Your eyes getting more drunk, your actions becoming more desperate and lewd. It was activating the devil in him and all the accompanying demons in.

San felt undefeated, controlling life and death, people and whole cities. No rules, no morals. He embodied freedom. Walking by the club, then buying it along with people working there. Murdering a politician, then senselessly fucking his wife. He could do everything he wanted, he got everything he desired and no one could stand on his way. He was…Yes, yes he was. And he was about to make you admit it.

A whip sound cut the air. The knife ended up in the wall. You had no chance to react or ask what happened as two fingers entered you immediately. 

You grabbed his wrist at the sudden invasion.

"Aah fu-"

His free hand embraced your neck and pinned your head to the bed. 

"Say I'm a god." The man demanded, thread hanging in his tone like his all existence depended on it.

You looked at him, overwhelmed by the unbearable teasing he kept sending upon you with his two digits deep inside you. He curled them up, uncontrollably had you jolting your hips upwards but his unforgiving hand pinned you back on the mattress.

"Say it."

The man's face darkened in its expression, eyes beamed with something unknown to you, something that made you gulp at the first glance but the lust and hunger for danger was stronger, quickly killing all the doubts in the bud.

"You're a god." You breathed out, "You're…my god."

The grasp on your neck tightened, making you squirm in need. Choi smiled as if you gave him fulfillment, cheeks adorned with dimples did not match his mad eyes. 

You trembled at the fingers sliding out of you. All you could do was lay with bated breath and watch as he rested wet digits on his stuck out tongue and then sucking your juices off.

"You cunt already worshipping me." Choi laughed.

Next he sat down and with one, quick and effortless move he turned you over. Spreading your legs, he buried his handsome face between them. His tongue immediately went busy mercilessly lapping on your dripping folds. 

"Fuck." You moaned, gripping tight onto the sheets.

With loud grunts, he was devouring you as if he intended to suck the soul out of your being. Slurping on your essence, abusing your sensitive clit with the tip of his organ of taste, he had you mumbling nonsense.

To have a better access to your soaking folds, he put his arms around your ass and made your back bend downward with his hands interlocked on your waist.

"Fuuuck!" You whined between heavy breaths when this position let him reach for your clit. You heard those crazy sinful sounds his mouth produced in contact with your flooded pussy. 

Smoothly transitioning to a new tactic, San gave you a few long, full licks, tongue relaxed and flat, that traced from your pussy up to your ass. He kneeled before your exposed bottom.

"Did I ever tell you your slutty holes have been my favorite?" He hummed. 

The man didn't wait for the answer. You weren't even able to give it to him. He aggressively spat on your spreaded cheeks, lubricating your holes with his thumb.

"Show me they still are fitted for that title." 

Two fingers return to penetrating you but this time it was different. 

You gasped loudly as Choi did not share his plans with you.

The walls of your cunt welcomed his middle finger, while your ass engulfed the index finger.

You screamed in pleasure of being fucked in both holes. The tempo was crazy, bringing you to the edge at a fast pace. His long tools on torture attacked your sweet spot from all the directions. Your sight began getting blurry. The drool oozed from your mouth. You were about to cum hard again.

If that wasn't enough, Choi let his other hand wander underneath you to take care of your lonely bud with merciless circle motions.

"Fuuck fuck fuck I'm cumming!"

As if you said something wrong, his hands suddenly left your trembling body. 

"What-"

"I don't do things for free, remember?"

Choi ignored your disappointed surprise. Unmoved by your whines, he turned you on your back again. 

Your senses were dulled but your whole body was working at full speed, every nerve awaked. You felt like erupting.

He didn't seem to care as he was busy unbuckling his belt and getting rid of his black cargo pants and heavy boots.

You gasped at the full view of his naked frame. The glistening cock proudly throbbed, teasing you with the pleasure you felt dizzy thinking of. 

In complete silence he grabbed your ankles and pulled you close to him. Positioning you to kneel, he stood up on the bed, with you between his legs.

It was unknown to you why he went for this position. For him, his chase for power and ultimate control manifested itself in that. The higher he could get, no matter the situation, he would go for it.

His dick aligned with your face. You were confused at first but then you understood his needs. You licked your lips at what you would be tasting next.

"Take him as you want to be taken, beautiful. I only take fair deals." He said, shamelessly grabbing his pride and directing it towards your mouth.

And you did. You attacked him with all your power, forcing him to support himself on the upper wooden frame of the bed that was screwed to the ceiling. 

"Yeah, just like that. Good girl." He praised you, trying his best to not betray his state.

With the help of your palm, you took him whole, sucking the life out of his tip that was turning more and more purple from the tension.

After a minute of blowing him off like there is no tomorrow, he firmly grasped your messy hair to your head to keep it in place. He fucked your mouth like a starving beast, throwing spirited curses in the air. 

You felt yourself dripping on the sheets. Reaching back, you couldn't remember ever being this wet before you met Choi. The need for his dick, no matter how he was going give it to you turned you in a dumb, brained washed whore. And you loved it with every inch of your body and every corner of the darkest parts of your mind.

He laughed in an approaching ecstasy.

"That motherfucking throat of yours was made to take dicks- Ahh shit, yes!"

He put on speed, ruthlessly hitting the wall of your throat. You couldn't control your breathing anymore and began sweating. Tears fell down your heated cheeks. Thick drool from the corner of your lips. You began choking.

"Shit shit shit!"

The overpowering pleasure made his knees go weak. He held your head and fell down along with you, pulling his cock out of mouth at the landing.

"Fuck, you almost made me cum, you little slut." He laughed maniacally while looking at your fucked up face. 

You had problems focusing. Trying to calm down your breathing made your throat hurt even more. However you still smiled at him, lying there between his thighs, with his quivering cock above you. Him cursing you out made you proud that you took him like a champ. It only whetted your appetite. 

He tilted his head at the side with an act of worry on his face. That little asshole.

"Aww my poor baby." He pouted and began wiping the drool and teras of your chin and face. "Worked so hard to get my cock inside you, didn't you? Yes you did."

The sweet face faded as fast as it appeared and gave its place to the real lunatic.

"Imma quench my thirst first. I know you're drowning down there." With this, he slapped your thighs apart and dived right into the act of eating you out like a gluttonous addict.

San seemed to overly enjoy your taste and how wet you were from all the teasing and edging. Sounds that came out of his mouth were proof of that. His dramatic grunting, moaning, groaning added vibrations to the already rough pleasure your cunt was graced with.

With his tongue, hard and tensed he made circles around your clit like a hungry vulture.

"Please, don't sto-op. Just like that." You whined with a husky voice.

The man kindly, almost suspiciously decided to listen to your begging as he continued. He seemed to be leading you towards the needed release and you hoped he would finally allow you to take it.

Sudden invasion of his fingers made you grab his short black hair, as a silent plea to not stop. 

Rubbing onto your sweet spot, he began sucking on your sensitive bud. Despite his mouth being busy, you still could hear his muted laugh. San had your body and soul under his total control, just like he liked it.

You sensed the warmth starting to spread from between your thighs up your belly and chest. You could feel the ecstasy would be crushing in a second now. Every nerve in your body was ready to pass the pleasure further. 

"Ah I'm cumming hard." You announced it with a high pitched whine.

At your words, his lips and fingers left your shaking body. You screamed in anger. You really felt like crying like a child denied the things it wants.

 It was all a game for him. You were just a toy, a doll ready to act the way he wanted. He didn't care about your pleading and state.

"Noo! Choi, no please don't stop! Please! I want to cum. I need to…" You begged, annoyed at him and desperate for him. Unconsciously you tried to bring his face back to your puffy folds but he was stronger, not only physically but also mentally. He could get you to do anything.

"But this is so much fun, beautiful? Look at you trying to fuck yourself on my face. Pathetic. " He grinned at your hips moving. His plumb lips and chin were glistening from all your wetness.

Winking at you, he sent his hand under your thighs and grabbed your waist. Like a bag of sand, he rolled you both over. You found yourself kneeling with his insanely handsome face underneath you. 

"Ride my fucking mouth like I knew you dream of every night. You better flood my tongue with your cum, you hear me?" He growled at you with a threat. "I'm having this cunt drowning me."

You looked at him with gratitude.

"Yes, sir."

With a devilish smile, Choi stuck his tongue out and accepted your pink velvet like it was created to fit only the shape of his lips. 

The pathetic desperation had you immediately go to work. Will slow movements your rode his face back and forth. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. You stared at two voids, full of the unknown, but not the unknown you want to explore, but the one you run away from. His eyes devoured you as if he was putting some curse on your mind to worship him in all his might. And you had no choice but to let him.

After a few trials to find a perfect spot and pace, you found yourself with his tongue deep inside you where he moved it vigorously in your pulsating walls and your clit hitting against his nose. 

"It feels so good, aah."

He slapped and hashly squeezed your ass to command you to go faster. You were supposed to ride his mouth like a desperate slut you were.

Your hips fastened. The euphoria, due to being previously denied, was coming quickly. You were ready to welcome it with open arms and you were not going to let Choi stop it. 

Caging him between your thighs, you fell forward, supporting yourself with your hands. You closed your eyes shut, all that mattered at that moment were your body needs.

His tongue penetrated your corners, never giving in. The man allowed you to do anything, he wanted to feel you crushing only with a minimal effort. Choi had your juices dripping down his chin and neck. He couldn't help himself, and when you came undone, screaming and trembling on your entire body, he grabbed your hips and pinned you deeper into his face – mouth now clinged to your convulsing pussy, sucking all the cum like a nourishing nectar.

"Choi, fuuuck!"

"More." He groaned, detaching from you, "More!"

You had no capacity to stop him and you let him throw you on your back again. With blurry eyes you saw him picking up something from the floor.

It looked like the bra and panties that he previously cut.

Using their stretchy fabric he quickly tied each of your knees to the bed frame behind you. Now you were laying there, extremely astride, which wasn't a problem with you being flexible. He had your womanhood on a shameless display. You were too distracted by the slow fade of the powerful orgasm to protest. 

The man climbed onto you, looked in your eyes and smiled, biting his lips. 

"Good girl." He cooed, caressing your cheek. You tried to catch a breath and Choi saw this as an opportunity to slide his thumb inside your opened mouth. Obeying, you sucked on it. "Fuck. I feel like my balls are about to explode. Congratulations."

He raised himself up and watched the scene he prepared. You waited there, sanity hanging on the thinnest of threats. Whole covered in sweat, drool and with exposed holes, all for him to demolish.

You woke up a little at your pussy being slapped by his hard rock cock. 

"Choi..." you whispered.

But there was no time for conversation. He slid inside and it was the only time he did it slowly and carefully. After adjusting to your tightness with a few pushes, the pace dangerously increased. 

"You're on a pill, aren't you?" 

"Y–yes." you replied while gripping on the sheets from your walls being unmercifully stretched. He was thick, incredibly thick.

His face suddenly appeared before you, his body weight pinning you to the bed.

"Tsk, shame." Fingers wrapping around your neck, "It'd low-key be fun to see your belly round with my bastard and then struggling to hide the fact it's not a governor's kid."

It was your first mistake. Melting over his huge dick fucking you, instead of listening to the last words. San knew you wouldn't register it. He had you stupid, brainwashed.

"Wouldn't it?" He demanded to fuel his satisfaction.

You were not able to answer, not with him rubbing you in all the right spots. The heat crawled up your back and cheeks. You were on fire.

"I-"

He slid out to reposition but you had no chance to even whine in disappointment as he abruptly came back inside.

"WOULDN'T IT!?" He growled out.

Now he, supported on his hands and feet, pounded into you with the help of his entire weight. His pelvis raised and fell with even pace but ruthless intentions.

"Yes, it would. Yes, it would. YES, IT WOULD." 

You held onto his forearms, accepting all the thrusts.

"You're gonna take every drop. All the load! Like the Real. Cum. Dump. Ster. You. Are." He spat aggressively and every sylab meant one powerful pound, making the hotel bed screech underneath his power.

"Yes, sir!" You cried out from potent pleasure.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, the voice stuck in your chords. The breathing became harder, almost impossible. Your face distorted from unimaginable bliss. You didn't feel the pain from your ties sunk into your skin, causing the nasty marks. All your senses accepted was the stone, veiny dick, making a point that San owned you entirely.

He stopped moving, realizing you were close. He buried himself as deep in you as he could, held it for a two second and then abruptly left your interior. Repeating this act a few times had you convulsing in madness.

You came, crying out his fake name which put a smile on his perfect, sinful face. He began riding your high with a contented expression until it suddenly gave its place to surprise. 

He was coming.

"Fuck." He hissed. 

His orgasm arrived faster than he planned. Your pussy cramped around him, drastically sucking him in. Grabbing you neck with both hands, he returned to fucking you like a maniac, chasing his high.

You were tired but you could feel yourself cumming again. You were too sensitive, the pace and his muscular hands on your neck was enough to stimulate you. 

"I'm cumming again!" You whined, fully crying now. It was too much, but it felt so good.

"Milk my fucking dick out! Take it all." He managed to sound harsh before his voice broke along with his movements getting sloppier.

You both came, sending moans and grunts each other's way. Hot load exploded inside you, flooding your walls and all their corners. 

San slid out of you only after making sure every last drop that left his balls ended in you. 

You closed your eyes and let your drained, tensed body sink into the soft bed. Worrying about a big amount of sperm leaking out of you or how you would bring your senses back and more importantly walk, you left it all for later. You needed to rest, catch a breath.

You didn't notice how quickly San got up until you heard him laugh. Chills run down your spine and you look at him confused, terrified. The laugh wasn't normal for someone who just had the best sex in their life. It belonged to someone who just won a deadly deal, who just made a fool out of somebody else.

"What are you doing?" You asked, seeing him picking up his clothes and boots.

He didn't grace you with his eyes and attention until he wasn't fully dressed up.

"It may sadden you, beautiful. It surely saddens me but…" He chuckled and ripping the knife off the wall, he hid it in his pocket. "This is farewell."

Your heart sank. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before finally shouting, "What are you talking about?!"

"Simple. I got what I wanted. I don't enjoy you anymore." He smirked and you felt like ripping his face off.

You attempted to untie yourself but the knots were precisely tied, like the military style. And mercilessly cut into the skin around your knees.

"You must be joking-" 

Choi silenced you by climbing the bed with his face suddenly being close to yours.

And the knife at your throat. 

The man smiled, with his eyes wide open and you finally saw the truth. You saw the devil, but you were so convinced it was just an act. Trembling on your body intensified. It wasn't roleplay. All of that, from the first meeting up till now, it was not a play. 

Choi used you. All this time when you thought you walked on firm ground, you were actually walking on the thinnest ice.

You never claimed you knew him well. But you did think you knew him enough to trust him with that little secret he was also part of.

He was a total stranger. The man might've been a serial killer. A fucking cannibal. You knew nothing. Did he really threaten you with those weapons? What if you did something wrong, would he kill you? He could've killed you. What did you get yourself into? 

Seeing the unpleasant enlightenment in your eyes, he leaned even closer and pecked your shaking lips like the most gentle lover. You let him, as you were absolutely frozen.

"Once you release yourself from this, I advise you to check your phone, watch the news. I'm pretty sure the whole country is looking for you right now, ma'am." He limited his volume to the whisper, "I want you to know…it was me." 

With this, he lowered himself on you, kept looking in your eyes, he pecked your abused, still exposed core.

"I wish you a good life, Mrs. Kim."

And he left, not turning back at your screaming and shouting.

You were cold as someone poured a bucket of icy water on you. Frost filled your veins. Every ounce of excitement, mood from just a few minutes ago vanished. You were now crying. Not from the overpowering euphoria like before but from pure fear. Crushing fear.

He knew. Choi, if that was even his name, he knew who you were. The question was – since when? For how long he had been playing with you?

Fighting a panic attack, you somehow managed to release yourself from the harmful ties. The tightness and rough edges made the skin under your knees bleed.

You climbed off the bed, almost falling on the floor due to how sore you were. Everything hurt; from your head to toes. 

The room lit up when you got to the switch. You rustle your phone out of your purse and turn it on. You were gulping back sobs.

The unanswered calls flooded the screen. From your bodyguards, your parents and members of your husband's party as well as workers of his office. 

"I'm pretty sure the whole country is looking for you right now, ma'am."

Your heart dropped to your feet.

The TV remote, resting at the coffee table caught your attention as if it was calling your name. Everything in your body was telling you to not watch the news. That it will crush you. You had all the worst scenarios running wild in your mind; sextapes released, scandals and rumors. This psychopath could do everything. Your true, but unacceptable to public nature could not be your little dirty secret anymore. You know that no matter what it was he had done, you were ruined.

There was no way out. You would have to face it sooner or later. At first the screen showed you a sitcom with the audience laughing at dialogues between two comedians. You felt like you were the object of their taunts. Pressing the button that led you to the next channel, you already felt your life ended with it. You wished it would've prepared you for the darkness you got thrown into.

THE GOVERNOR OF MANHATTAN SHOT AT THE CBC. 

ASIDE FROM THE GOVERNOR, THERE WERE THREE MORE VICTIMS – AGENTS THAT PATROLLED THE AREA.

FBI CONFIRMS THE KILLER WAS A WELL TRAINED SNIPER. TERRORIST ATTACK?

Your legs failed to hold you up. Falling on your knees, every part of your body went limp. Head was about to explode from a sudden migraine as if too much information flooding your mind attempted to melt your skull. You felt like a nest of scorpions exploded inside you, stinging all the organs you needed to live.

"Shot?" You repeated the news, it was the only thing you could do right now – asking questions into the empty sphere, "Hongjoong's…dead?"

The tears had finally fallen from your hollow eyes. What was happening? Is it some sort of prank, a stupid joke? You could feel your sanity slipping away at an alarming speed.

FBI QUICKLY DISCOVERED THE BUILDING FROM WHICH THE HITMAN GAVE A SHOT. ON THE SPOT THEY FOUND A STICKER, GLUED TO THE VICTIM'S CHEEK. THE STICKER SHOWS A SKULL WITH A SNAKE. IT'S BEING INVESTIGATED AS A POSSIBLE MARK OF THE KILLER.

Skull and a snake? A scene flashed before your eyes. You had seen it somewhere. Yes, you definitely did. You saw it today. 

"I want you to know…it was me."

You felt nauseous and even though you tried to control it, you vomited on the white carpet, already stained with blood. Trying to push away the truth was impossible. Choi told you to meet him up in secret, then he killed your husband. Next he came to fuck you, knowing exactly who you were and that you were unaware of what was happening outside the hotel. He played you like a fool, ruined your life. He stripped you of dignity, shame and life. He killed your husband. Took your future away from you and your family. 

You began laughing. Just like Choi before leaving you in this hell. You were done. What was there left for you?

"Nothing." You answered yourself.

Subconsciously, your eyes wandered to the gun laying half a meter away from you. You crawled to it. Grabbing it unphased, you slowly loaded the weapon.

"Nothing." You repeated with an empty heart.

The gunmetal felt cold under your chin. You couldn't believe how easily you contributed to the destruction of your own life that you so carefully planned.

Your mind was filled with the faces of your friends and family, as well as Hongjoong's. Now the tears you shed were for both of you. Maybe if you gave him a chance when he asked for it, you wouldn't be here today. 

You smiled, remembering his beautiful smile, his warmth and began putting pressure on the trigger. 

THERE IS NO CONTACT WITH THE GOVERNOR'S WIFE, KIM Y/N. DID SHE ALSO BECAME A VICTIM OF THE KILLER? WAS HE WORKING ALONE?

You quickly put the gun down as your thoughts changed the flow. 

You saw all the loopholes in his rash plan. Dots begged to be linked. The news header wasn't far from the truth. You were a victim of the killer. He may have left you alive for some reason but he did use your vulnerability. Choi hurt you and threatened you. He injured you. He also admitted to the murder. He wore the same keychain as the sticker that the FBI found. You looked down at your body. Additionally, you were covered and filled with his DNA.

The light appeared in the dark tunnel.

A sudden buzzing of your phone tamed the brainstorm unfolding in your mind.

The secretary of your husband's office kept trying to reach you. After all Krystal was also your friend. No wonder she still tried to reach you when all the hope was gone for others.

You slid the green button.

"Oh my God, Y/n! Where are you!?" Her voice blew up from the speaker. "Are you ok!?"

It was time to begin the act of the century. Everything was allowed to bring hell upon this psychopath.

"He said he had dirt on Hongjoong. That if I met with him alone and gave him money, he would leave us alone." You sobbed into the phone. "He took the money. He…hurt me, Krys."

"Jesus Christ, Y/n?! Where are you?" Her tone was even more panicked.

"Mandarin Oriental, apartment 5. Please, come quickly. He left but he can come back." You mumbled in fear because the possibility of your words happening wasn't that unbelievable.

"I'm on my way! Call the hotel service now and tell them everything. Tell them to call the police. Do you hear me? You can't be alone!" 

You mumbled something in response and put the phone down.

After ending the call, you indeed got worried he might've come back after realizing his terrible mistake. You immediately darted toward one of the nightstands, as much as your strength and injured legs allowed you to and grabbed the phone. The service was soon to be there. 

His words rang in your ears suddenly. Choi told you to call him a god. Idiot got too comfortable in his ego.

He was a product of seven deadly sins. Prideful in thinking he was invincible, untouchable. Led by wrath, lust and gluttony, he wanted all the power and control over life, death as well as all mysteries of your body and when he tasted it, he couldn't get enough. You witnessed how jealousy blinded him that he could never be what his sick mind desired. He could never be like a god. Gods don't make stupid mistakes, don't miscalculate. And at last; the cherry on top, he was too lazy to clean after himself. 

"We will meet again." You taunted, putting on the robe to hide your bruised and cut body, an important piece of evidence.

You calmly sat back down on the messed up bed while wiping your cheeks from all the tears and smudged make up. You felt horrible but you didn't plan to be alone in misery. If you were meant to fall, you would take Choi down with you. He was about to meet his doom and the doom wore your name.

"Aw, Choi. You're one unlucky son of a bitch."

@nateezfics as you asked ❤️

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no words.

hands down one of the best smuts i’ve ever read.

just between friends (s.mg + j.yh) ~ kinktober week one

summary: meeting up with someone from a kink app is definitely safe, but it's also scary and nerve wracking. mingi and yunho offer to help you find out what you like within the safe bounds of your friendship.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. please read under the cut for a few additional nsfw notes.

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!mingi, fem!reader, established best friends relationship, mmf, praise, degredation, impact play, suggestive language, oral (f receiveing), discussion of choking, consent conversations, color system, mention of rape play but it's not in the fic, risk play / pregnancy risk play, light CNC, rough sex, size kink and use of tiny, bdsm discussion, reference to cuffs and other restraints, yunho and mingi physically restraining reader, edging and overstimulation, teasing, aftercare, lots of oral mingi is basically pussy drunk, yunho discovers he likes spanking a lot, sub!reader exploring fantasies with her besties. please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: mingi x yunho x reader

genre: nothing but smut here

word count: 15.8K

my masterlist || read it on AO3!

additional note: i just want to make something super clear, because i don't want anything misinterpreted. at several points during this fic mingi and yunho express concern over the reader being unsafe. to be clear, they are not and i am not judging her or implying that it's unsafe to meet someone on a kink app / unsafe to meet up with someone for sex in general / any of the sex acts in this fic themselves are unsafe. of course meeting anyone from online has risks in any scenario, but i don't mean to imply that there's anything unsafe inherently about bdsm or 'harder' kinks. yunho and mingi aren't judging either, they're just being nervous best friends who want to make sure reader is safe, and they're low key in love with her anyways so add that all up. thank you for reading, and i hope you enjoy this kick off to kinktober!!

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“You’re not really going, are you?” Mingi’s worried voice brings you back to reality. You were lost a bit in your own nervous daydream, your stomach in knots as you tried to put on your heels. 

“Mingi,” You sigh, turning back towards him, “I told you, I’ve made up my mind.” 

“This is dangerous.” He pulls himself up off the couch and takes a few steps forwards, his expression serious. 

“It’s not,” You shake your head, even though you know it’s not completely without risk, “people do this all the time.” 

“What people?” He gapes. 

“You and Yunho!” You insist, “Don’t lie to my face and tell me you’ve never hooked up with some girl off Tindr.” 

“That’s different!”

“How?” You toss your purse back down on the bench by the door. You don’t even know why you told him where you were going, you could have just lied and said it was a date. He still would have grilled you about it, but he wouldn’t be throwing this level of a tantrum. 

“Well,” Mingi gestures towards you, as if that’s going to sum it up. 

“Don’t you dare say it’s because I’m a girl, Mingi.” You narrow your eyes. 

“It’s not that,” He shakes his head, “it’s… I just want you to be safe. You don’t know this guy,” 

“The app verifies people,” You tell him, “everyone has to produce a government issued ID. It does background checks. I’m not going to meet some fake person off Twitter, I’m being safe already.” 

“I don’t like it,” He crosses his arms. 

“You don’t like that I’m going or you don’t like what I’m doing,” Your jaw tightens, “because I really didn’t think my best friend was going to judge me.”

His expression softens immediately, “I never would,” he reaches for you, opening his hand for you to take, “there’s not even a little bit of me that’s judging you. All I’m doing is making sure you’ve thought it through. That I’m not going to see your name on the news later.” 

You take his hand and let him pull you into his chest, “You’re being really dramatic about a thing that’s extremely normal,” 

“Getting tied up by strangers isn’t an everyday thing,” He presses. 

“It absolutely is,” You roll your eyes, “I never thought you’d be such a prude.” 

“I am not,” He insists, “but when my best friend tells me she’s off to meet up with ‘some guy’ from ‘some app’ so he can tie her up all night… I’m going to ask questions.” 

“I swear to God,” You sigh into his sweater. 

“Why did you even tell me?” He rubs a hand up and down your back, dropping his chin against the top of your head despite the aching curve it must put in his spine. 

“I’m being safe,” You tell him, “I’m not a complete idiot. I know meeting anyone online has its risks.” 

“You’re really doing this, then?” He squeezes you. 

“Yeah, I really am.” 

“Fuck,” He sighs, unwrapping himself from around you, “fine. But you have to text me when you get there, and send me his address. Tell him you have a big, giant best friend who knows where he lives if he harms a hair on your head.” 

“Over protective, much?” You laugh. 

“Two, two giant best friends!” He corrects, thinking of Yunho, “And we’re not afraid of committing a few felonies for you.” 

“Wow,”

Mingi smiles and shrugs, a little sheepish, “You like how much we love you, I know you do,” 

“Yeah, yeah,” You roll your eyes, playfully now and pat his chest. 

“And… text me after,” He adds, his hand flying up to grasp yours against his chest, “and when you’re on your way home, and when you get home.” 

“Mingi,” You squeeze his fingers, “I promise I’ll let you know I’m safe, but you do not need to stay up worrying. I might stay over, I might not. I’ll see where it goes, okay? If I don’t feel safe with him or if I don’t like him, I’ll leave. I’ll come right back here.” 

“You have your key?” He asks, even though he knows you do. 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “I always do.” 

He’s about to sigh and say goodbye, to watch you walk out the door without any more of a fight, but then you hear a key in the deadbolt of the apartment door. 

“Go,” Mingi sighs, “I won’t say anything until after you leave. Just… please, please be careful.” 

It’s moments like this that remind you why you love him more than any friend you’ve ever had. “Thank you,” You murmur and then as the door opens, you separate from Mingi so you can grab your purse and your coat. 

“Hey!” Yunho says brightly when he sees you, “Damn, you look fancy.” 

“Oh,” You wave him off, “thanks,” 

“Big date?” He closes the door behind him, dropping his gym bag by the door and pulling off his black cap. 

“Uh,” You start to figure out what to say but Mingi jumps in. 

“Big date,” Mingi confirms, “but I already told her to come back here if it’s a bust,” 

“Definitely,” Yunho nods, “I’ll order something extra for you just in case,” 

“You don’t have to,” You shake your head. 

“I want to,” He shrugs, “plus you know I’ll eat it if you don’t come back. It won’t go to waste,” 

“Okay,” You sigh, the tension leaving you now that Mingi hasn’t continued to dig his heels in. You pull your coat around you a little more securely and turn back towards Mingi, “thanks,” 

“Remember to text me,” He adds as you start to shift around Yunho to go for the door, “and if it’s too much, call me and I’ll pick you up. I won’t drink tonight.” 

“Mingi,” Your hand is on the doorknob but you level him with a look. 

“She’s gone on dates before,” Yunho laughs and shakes his head at his friend. 

You’re an inch from leaving, and you twist the handle, but then you hear the little puff of air from between Mingi’s lips, the wordless implication that no, this is not a normal date. 

“Gi,” You hear Yunho’s confused tone, “what is wrong with you?” 

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” 

“Why would she need to get picked up?” Yunho asks, and you know Mingi can never lie to his best friend, not when he’s asked directly. Mingi’s quiet, and Yunho turns to you, “Is everything okay, y/n?” 

“It’s absolutely fine,” You assure him, but you can see the trepidation on his face. 

“Do we know the guy?” Yunho narrows his eyes, “You’re not going out with Wooyoung again, are you? He’s an ass,” 

“He is not an ass,” You groan, rolling your eyes again and turning towards him, “he’s a flirt. But no, I’m not,” 

“Okay…” Yunho looks between the two of you, trying to figure out what in the world would be making Mingi react like this and for you to be so cagey, “I’m confused.” 

“Fuck,” You sigh, running a hand through your hair, “okay, I’ll tell you but do not freak out about this, I just talked Mingi down for like fifteen minutes.” 

“More confused now,” He adds. 

“I’m meeting up with this guy,” You lean back against the door. 

“I got that part,” He nods. 

“I met him off of an app,” You glance at Mingi who’s just staring at Yunho waiting for the penny to drop, “and the app is for people who want to meet up with other like-minded individuals to explore specific things together,” At this point, you deserve a degree in marketing. 

“Specific things?” He’s immediately confused. 

“Kinks, Yunho,” You throw up your hands, “it’s to meet up with the right fit in that… area,” You wish you sounded more sure about the whole thing, but the truth of it is, you’ve never done this before. After the breakup of your last relationship, in which the sex was mediocre at best, you had run through a string of one night stands with varying degrees of success, but nothing was exactly fulfilling this need.

His ears run red instantly, and his eyes widen, “Oh,” 

“I’m already nervous, okay,” You exhale slowly, “I don’t need you two freaking me out about this.” 

“I knew you were nervous,” Mingi smiles. 

“Mingi, shut up, please,” Your stomach stays knotting up, Yunho’s face not helping in the least. 

“Who,” Yunho clears his throat, clearly trying to figure out the right thing to say, “sorry, I guess you don’t have to tell me, but, who is this guy?” 

With a heavy sigh you pull your phone from your pocket and take a few steps towards them, “I guess it’s better if someone knows who I’m meeting anyways, and it might as well be you both.” 

Mingi straightens up, stepping shoulder to shoulder with Yunho and waiting patiently. 

“Alright,” You open his profile and then tuck the phone to your chest, “please don’t say what I think you’re going to say. I’ve been talking to him for a week or so now, and he’s nice. He’s a lawyer, and has his life together I think, and he’s taking me to dinner first anyways.” 

“Come on,” Mingi prompts, but Yunho stays a little quiet, blush still reddening his features. 

“Here,” You drop your phone into Yunho’s large hand and take an immediate step back, not sure where to look. 

“He looks like a real person,” Yunho offers. 

“He’s good looking,” Mingi chews the inside of his lip, begrudgingly admitting it. 

“Right?” You sigh, “He looks pretty nice and normal. He seems safe for the first time I’m doing this,” 

You watch Yunho’s throat as he swallows hard and he flicks down on your date’s profile. You reach for the phone immediately, but Yunho holds it higher and out of your reach so he can finish reading the bottom section of his profile that includes his kink list and a description of his ideal partner. 

“y/n,” Yunho passes your phone to Mingi so he can catch up, “I don’t know about this,” 

“You just said he looked like a real person,” Your mouth drops, “and you’re not my dad.” 

Yunho shakes his head, frustrated, “I can’t make you do anything,” he takes a couple steps away, “I’m just saying I get why he’s worried. I’m worried.” 

“I’m getting really tired of you guys acting like I’m an idiot or something,” You can feel the hot pin pricks of tears behind your eyes and you snap the phone back from Mingi’s hands. “I was trying to tell my friends about something that’s important to me, and be honest, and be safe about it, and you guys are acting like this is…”

“Hey,” Yunho shakes his head, “slow down.” 

“I don’t want to be scared tonight, I want to have fun.” You sweep your fingers under your eyes quickly and take a deep breath, “You’re kind of ruining this.” 

“I told you,” Mingi takes your arms in his hands, holding you steadily in front of him, “I’m not judging you. Neither is Yunho.” 

“Of course I’m not,” Yunho groans, things clicking into place for why you’ve been so defensive, “but if you think I’m not going to be worried about you tonight, you’re crazy,” 

“It’s safe,” You assure him. 

“I’m sure the app is safe,” Yunho sighs heavily, “but if you want someone to do those things to you, to be that submissive, it takes a lot of trust.” 

Mingi’s head snaps to the side to look at Yunho. 

“Wait,” You blink, “you?” 

“No,” Yunho shakes his head, “I’ve never really done any of that, but, you know I’m online, I read stuff.” 

“I know it takes trust,” You nod, “but I’m not sure what my other options are. Wait to get deep into another relationship and then hope he’s willing to try things? I tried that already,” 

Yunho winces at the mention of your ex, “This is that important to you?” 

“Yeah,” He holds your gaze for a moment, indecision all over his face until he exhales. 

“Okay,” Yunho nods, “then you go, you be safe. If a single thing makes you uncomfortable and you want to come home, call us. We’ll be up.” 

“This feels like I’m asking a lot,” You tuck your phone into your pocket, “but it would make me feel a lot better knowing you’re around.” 

“You’re not asking,” Yunho shrugs. 

“Thank you,” You launch yourself at him, hugging him tight around the middle for a second before you start to step away. 

When Mingi finally chimes back in, everything shifts, and you can barely believe the words as they just hang in the room around you. “What if we helped you instead?” 

Yunho reacts first, turning towards Mingi with a confused look, and you step around Yunho’s tall frame to see Mingi’s face, “What?” 

Mingi shrugs, a familiar false bravado in his actions, “What if we helped you. You know us, we’re safe. You could trust us,” 

“That’s insane,” You shake your head.

“Why?” Mingi presses, “We’re friends, it doesn’t have to be weird.” 

“I don’t even know where to start,” You run a hand through your hair, “and it’s actually beyond sweet of you to care so much, but we can’t do that.” 

Mingi opens his mouth to protest, another argument forming on his tongue, but Yunho gets there first. “Why can’t we?” 

“Not you too,” You take a step back. 

“Think about it,” Yunho reasons. “You need someone you can trust. You’ve never done this before, so who’s to say in the middle of things you want out but you can’t talk? Or you’re with someone who’s too rough with you. We could try, and scale things up slowly.” 

“Neither of you have experience with this,” You shake your head, “arguably a partner who knows what they’re doing is safer.” 

“Then we’ll talk about it all,” He counters. You almost forgot how good Yunho is at getting something he wants, “we’ll make sure every single thing we do is something you want, and that we’re comfortable doing for you.” 

“This goes way past the favors friends do for each other,” Your head is spinning at the idea. 

“I really don’t give a fuck,” Yunho shrugs, “but I way prefer this to worrying about you all night.” 

It makes absolutely no sense. You’ve done weeks of research into this, ironing out exactly what you want and how to get it, and nothing about your two best friends should fulfill this fantasy or this need, but with the way they’re looking at you now, the fear that was buried deep in your belly about the unknown is gone. 

“Have the two of you ever,” You gesture between them. 

“Not so far,” Yunho shakes his head. 

“First time for everything, I guess,” Mingi tacks on. 

Hysterical laughter bubbles up and you clap a hand over your lips, “I can’t believe this,” 

“It’s an option is all,” Yunho glances at Mingi. 

“If we feel safer to you,” Mingi says, “for your first time.” 

“I need a minute,” You can’t really think with the two of them looking at you. You grab your purse and head for the door. 

“Wait,” Yunho jumps forward, “fuck, don’t go,” 

“I’ll call you,” You have to get out, and you slip through the door easily, making it down their front steps and onto the street in a quick dash. 

Your phone rings in your pocket, again and again, but you ignore it. You need a second, just a single second to figure out what you want in all of this. You duck under the awning of a restaurant a block from their apartment and open your phone, swiping away the messages and phone calls without reading them. You open up the profile for the man you’re supposed to meet. He does look nice, kind, even. He looks like he would listen, and he’s been on the app long enough that you can’t imagine he’s actually a creep. 

You’re sure that if you meet him you’ll have a great dinner. You’ll have good sex, you’ll try things you’ve been dying to try for a while. You’re sure that he’ll take good care of you. You’re sure. 

It takes about a minute to tap out a message to your date and let him know you’re not coming and another minute for you to make it back to their front door. If you were about to go out on a limb like this, emotionally and physically, you want it to be with them. You’ve done almost everything with the two of them since you were teens, and you’re not about to draw the line now if everyone is comfortable and consenting. 

When you open the door to their apartment, the living room is empty, but you can hear Yunho’s raised voice from the kitchen. 

“We’re not going after her!” He sounds exasperated, like it’s not the first time he’s said it, “She’s going to be fine. She’ll call us if she needs us, I know she will.” 

“But she’s upset,” Mingi counters, “you upset her.” 

“I am not the one who suggested we have a threesome just to keep her from going on a date.” 

“But you agreed!” Mingi groans. 

“I’m not saying it’s not a good idea,” Yunho sighs, “I’m saying we clearly scared her off.” 

They bicker for another moment before you finally shut the door, and the sound of the heavy click of the door shutting and the latch turning over cuts off the sound of their voices. 

“Hey,” You call out into the apartment. 

Mingi rounds the corner first, “Jesus,” he sighs, yanking you up into his arms and folding you into a crushing hug. 

“Once again,” You chuckle, “very dramatic for an extremely normal thing,” 

“I thought we were fighting,” He huffs into your shoulder, “I don’t care about the sex,” 

You snuggle into him a little, your fingers softly carding through the shaggy hair at the nape of his neck. “Not fighting,” you assure him. 

“Are you staying?” Yunho asks from over Mingi’s shoulder and you pop your head up to find his eyes. 

“Yeah,” 

“Are we going to do this?” He asks bluntly. 

“If we talk and we all still agree at the end,” You say, “then yes.” 

“Okay,” He lets out a heavy exhale, and you can see his nervous energy, “maybe we should sit down?” 

“Yeah,” You let Mingi drop you back to your feet and then slide off your heels again to place them by the door, “Though I guess I’m feeling overdressed now,” 

“You want to change?” Yunho gestures towards his room, “I’ve got sweats and stuff,” 

“You don’t mind?” You check.

“Have I ever minded before?” He shakes his head, “Go on, we’ll be here.” 

The idea of changing out of the tightest dress in the world and into something familiar already has things feeling better. They were both wearing casual clothes, and sitting in front of them in a dress and fancy jewelry would make this all feel so much more strange. 

You peel off your dress, opting for a pair of Yunho’s sweats you know you’ll be swimming in and one of his black t-shirts. You tug on a pair of socks and push your hair back into a loose bun, finally feeling a lot more like yourself. You couldn’t do much about your extremely lacy black bra and panties set, but since you were all goign to have sex anyways, you figure it’s fine. 

In the living room, they’re waiting together, on opposite sides of the couch and nervously quiet. 

“Okay,” You flop down in the center, “I guess let’s talk this out and not make it the weirdest experience of our lives?” 

“Good idea,” Mingi nods, and then turns towards you, hitching his legs up onto the couch, one bent at the knees and the other stretched out over your lap. 

Yunho turns towards you too, but keeps his feet planted on the floor. 

“I think,” Yunho chews his lip for a second, “we should see your profile on the app.” 

“Oh,” You’re suddenly nervous - there’s photos of you there that are suggestive to say the least, and a full list of your kinks. You’re not sure why the idea of them reading that is more stressful than actually having sex with them but it feels exposing. 

“The point is to help you, right?” Yunho sees your hesitation, “We can’t do that if you don’t tell us what you want.”

“Good point,” You manage, reaching under Mingi’s thigh to dig into your pocket and find your phone, “just… I guess don’t read too much into it, I was just trying to cover all my bases,” 

“I don’t even know what that means,” Yunho laughs as he takes your phone. 

“Yeah,” 

Mingi squeezes your arm lightly and draws your attention, “Just relax, it’s going to be fun, I’m sure,” 

At Yunho’s sharp exhale of breath you nearly grimace and turn towards him, “What?” 

He clears his throat, “Okay, so let’s talk each of them through? We can make sure we know what you’re looking for and if we’re okay to do that.” 

“God,” You swallow hard, “I need a drink,” 

“Let’s not,” Mingi shakes his head, “not tonight.” 

“No, no,” You rub his leg where it lays across your lap, “I agree, but still.” 

“Yunho,” Mingi says, catching his friend’s eye, “let’s just take it easy. This is fun right? Let’s just talk about them and what’s sexy about them, we don’t have to…”

“It doesn’t have to be clinical,” You sum up for him. 

“Exactly,” Mingi nods. 

That seems to relax Yunho the right amount, and he smiles, shifting onto the couch more comfortably and drawing one knee up onto the cushions so he’s facing you both. “That makes sense,” 

“What’s first?” Mingi prompts. 

You can see the words of your profile perfectly in your mind, something you carefully poured over and selected and you try your best to stay calm. 

“Restraints,” Yunho starts with, “and ‘general’ bondage,” 

“Right,” You know you’re blushing, but the words sound good in his mouth and you know suddenly that this night is probably going to go well. 

“What kind?” He asks, “General seems… general?” 

“Mm,” You nod, “I guess I don’t know yet? I like the idea of cuffs but also I’m not sure if they’d hurt a lot,” You rub your wrist unconsciously, “silks and ropes seem good too, but I’d have to try it,” 

“So it’s not necessarily pain?” Mingi asks, “You like more that you can’t move?” 

“Yeah,” You find comfort in Mingi’s curiosity, opening up a bit more, “I think being stuck, unable to get away, I like that.” 

Yunho hums next to you, “I mean,” he says, a little hesitant, “are we talking about rape play, because I’ll be honest, I don’t know if I could do that to you.” 

“No,” You shake your head, adamant, “definitely not.” 

He looks relieved, and you continue, “it’s more that my partner can do or not do anything to me, and I just have to…” You try to find the right words, “I’d have to accept it, and I wouldn’t know what was coming next,” 

“Oh,” He nods, “okay, I get that.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” He smiles, “You want to be teased,” 

“Yes,” You grin, so pleased at the way he’s hearing you. 

“Do you want to be edged?” Mingi pipes in. 

“That’s in here,” Yunho shakes the phone, looking back down the list, “edging and overstimulation.” 

“Hot,” Mingi comments. 

“I think so,” You shrug, laughing. 

“Right,” Yunho nods, “so someone keeping you pinned while they tease you like that, it’s orgasm denial right? Isn’t it supposed to make coming really intense when you finally do?” 

The way he’s talking so openly all of a sudden has heat rushing through you. The weight of Mingi’s body against yours, Yunho’s gaze, his words, the broad cut of their shoulders, and you nod, “Yeah,” 

“That seems fun,” Yunho quirks an eyebrow. 

“Seriously?” You glance between them. 

“I mean,” Mingi shrugs, nonchalant, “I normally like to see how many times I can make a girl come, but if you want me to just tease you until you can’t think, I could do that,” 

“Mingi!” 

“What?” He looks at you, waiting for a response. 

“I mean,” You shake your head, “I just didn’t know you were interested like that.” 

“In making women come?” He narrows his eyes, “What are you talking about?” 

“I mean,” You shrug, “Youngjae wasn’t very interested. It’s part of why it didn’t work out,” 

“So he’s more of an idiot than I thought,” Mingi says simply, a little self satisfied since he never liked your ex that much to begin with. 

“Yeah,” Yunho jumps back in, “I’m sorry he sucked and you were having bad sex for years, but I’m with Mingi. There’s pretty much nothing hotter than your partner getting off.” 

“Okay,” You chew your lip, “so yes to the edging then? It’s not too much?” 

“Yes for me,” Yunho nudges you with his knee, smiling. 

“Double yes,” Mingi adds. 

“Okay, next,” Yunho taps your phone to light the screen back up, “impact play?” 

“Um,” You nod. 

“Spanking,” Yunho clarifies for Mingi, who looks decidedly confused, before checking with you, “right?” 

“Yeah,” 

“That’s hot,” Mingi offers. 

“I’m starting to think you think everything’s hot,” You smirk at him. 

“Hey,” He nudges you with his leg playfully, “whatever gets you off.” 

“God,” 

“What do you like about it?” Yunho brings the conversation back to being productive, “And have you done it before?” 

“I haven’t,” You shake your head, “not really. Like a little during rough sex but I don’t really count that,” 

“Why?” He asks. 

“I’m interested in something more than that,” Everything’s coming more easily now, with the comfortable way you’re all sharing, and the way they’re meeting you not with judgment but with eager interest.

“Like punishment?” Yunho asks. 

“Yeah,” You nod. 

“What do you picture?” Mingi asks, and you can tell you’ve finally found a kink he’s not sure how to approach. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Like, how are you being spanked? What’s the scenario if it’s not during sex?” Mingi asks, curious. 

“Oh,” You shift a little in your seat, resting your hands on Mingi’s shin, “I guess this one is more of a fantasy. Maybe I should explain what this guy and I discussed?” 

“Sure,” Mingi nods. 

You think back, trying to phrase things correctly, “We discussed him putting me over his knee, and holding me down. He was going to tease me a while, spank me and make me count, and if I messed up he would start over.”

Yunho shifts next to you, and you catch the subtle tenting of his sweats out of the corner of your eye as he readjusts. Mingi licks his lip, “I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” 

“I mean,” You meet his eyes, “a little would be good,” 

“We can try,” He nods, “but I don’t know, I want to be careful with that.” 

“Careful is good,” You start to say, but Yunho cuts you off. 

“I can do that,” Yunho offers, clearing his throat when he hears how hoarse he sounds, “if you’re comfortable with me, I can do that.” 

“Yeah,” You breathe, and the tension in the room is suddenly so thick you could cut it. 

“What else is on the list?” Mingi finally asks. 

“Um,” Yunho tears his eyes from yours to look back down, “just a few more,” 

Internally your stomach clenches. 

“And?” Mingi prompts. 

“There’s exhibitionsim, breath play, and risk play,” He pauses on the last one, something he’s unfamiliar with. 

“Exhibitionsim we’ve got covered,” Mingi jokes, “with all three of us there,” 

“Right,” Yunho hasn’t lifted his eyes from the phone, trying to work out the rest of your list. 

“Breath play is choking, right?” Mingi asks and you turn towards him. 

“Yes,” You confirm. 

“I’ve never done that,” He admits, “is it safe?” 

“It can be,” You nod, “it’s actually more about restricting blood flow than actually restricting air,” 

“How do you do that?” He asks. 

“Um,” You think of the best way to explain, but things fall short, “give me your hand,” 

He offers you his palm immediately, no question, and you shift on the couch to face him head on. Taking his hand you turn it over, slotting it up against your throat, and you watch Mingi swallow nervously. “Okay,” You position his fingers where they should be and press down with yours to show him where, “Feel the way you’re squeezing a little on the sides? Not the front?” 

“Yeah,” He shifts his hand and tightens just a bit. 

You take a thinner inhale and his hand releases, his eyes on yours and nervous. You smile, shaking your head, “You’re not that strong,” 

“I’m just checking,” He rests his hand on the junction between your neck and right shoulder, “you’re a lot smaller than me.” 

“I’m good,” You assure him, “but did you feel the way you left the front of my windpipe alone and just pressed over the soft sides? Where the blood flow is?” 

“Yeah,” He nods, his thumb stroking your neck softly. 

“That’s doing it safely,” You tell him, “it would just make me dizzy, maybe give me a head rush. As long as you don’t go too hard, I wouldn’t want to pass out. But if you press at the front you could hurt my windpipe, and that’s not what we want,” 

He’s listening, but he looks nervous still and he shakes his head, “I can’t do this one,” 

“Okay,” You assure him, resting your hands on his arm, “okay, that’s fine, you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” 

“I’m sorry,” He says, looking apologetic, “I’m so afraid I’d really hurt you,” 

“Then we won’t do that,” You ease him, “it’s no problem,” 

Mingi’s eyes flick over your shoulder, “Yunho, how about you?” 

When you turn you can tell he was clearly studying the demo you gave Mingi, and he flexes his hand experimentally, “Can you show me too?” 

“Yeah,” You twist on the couch to face him, Mingi’s leg falling away from your lap. 

Yunho offers his hand, and you draw it up to your neck just like you did with Mingi. Settling your fingers over his, you press just the same, “Feel that?” You ask. 

“Mhm,” Yunho drops your phone and uses his free hand to rest on your shoulder to keep you steady, “Like this?” He tightens, more than Mingi did. 

You can’t help the flutter that runs through you, a sudden throb in your core, and your eyes flutter shut, “Yeah, like that,” 

His hand releases and your eyes snap open. His eyes are blown wide, lips parted and skin lightly flushed. He likes it. You can see it. 

“You okay?” You check. 

“Yeah,” He nods, removing his hands from you entirely, “I think I like that, but can we keep it off the table tonight?” 

“Oh,” Your eyes widen, “sure, whatever you want.” 

“I just want to look into it,” He admits, “make sure I do it right.” 

The promise of a second time already has you a little dizzy, “Sure,” 

“I don’t want to hurt you either,” He smiles, catching Mingi’s gaze too, “and Mingi’s right, you’re a lot smaller than us. I don’t want to do something that’s too much for you and not know it,” 

“Okay, I’m good with that,” You smile. 

“So,” Mingi starts to say, and you latch on to his sentence, hoping Yunho is going to let your phone stay locked and the question you saw in his eyes lie.

But your luck isn’t that good. Yunho taps your thigh, “What’s risk play?” 

“Just like,” You keep your eyes off him, “risky scenarios, nothing specific,” 

“That doesn’t tell me anything,” Yunho laughs. 

“I mean,” You shrug, trying to keep it casual, “It’s not really a thing,” 

“It’s in your list, though?” He adds. 

“Yeah,” You tap Mingi’s leg to get him to move off and you stand up, heading for the kitchen for a break in the conversation and a bottle of water. You take the second to breathe as you root through the fridge. Everything else on your list is, in your mind at least, fairly vanilla forms of bdsm. You aren’t trying to get really hurt or put in uncomfortable positions, you mostly just want someone to take over, maybe test those waters for now. Risk play is a little undefined in your mind, but feels deeper,  like a thing you would normally keep to yourself, a deeper fantasy. 

You take a long sip of water, and then walk back out to the main room. 

“I googled it,” Yunho and Mingi are sitting close together now, Mingi looking over his shoulder at his phone as they read through whatever they’ve found. 

“Great,” You sigh, “well, it’s honestly fine, you don’t have to worry about it.” 

“There’s a lot here,” Mingi says. 

“It’s an umbrella term,” You offer. 

“Unprotected sex with random people is more than risky,” Yunho glances up at you, “I mean, people lie. You could get sick,” 

“I’m asking partners to get tested,” You tell him, “I wouldn’t want that,” 

“Where’s the risk then?” He leans his phone on his knee, “is it just the fact that you’re meeting strangers?” 

“No, I mean,” You’re babbling a little as you start to try and divert. 

Mingi’s eyes stay fixed on Yunho’s phone, and he flicks his finger across the screen to scroll further, his eyes studying the words on the web article quickly before he makes a noise, comprehension flooding his face, “Ah! It’s pregnancy risk,” 

Heat floods your cheeks, and you watch as Mingi looks up to you and Yunho’s head snaps to look down at the phone, reading the paragraph on the page over. 

“Well,” You shift, “yeah,” 

“Wait, wait,” Yunho finishes reading and meets your eyes, “are you seriously being that unsafe? I mean… I trust you, but now I’m officially worried.” 

“I’m on birth control,” You immediately clarify, “I’m not actually trying to risk that, absolutely not,” 

“You are right, you’re being safe?” 

It occurs to you that he’s suddenly running through the string of your recent partners and you can see him getting nervous. “I have an IUD,” You explain, “there’s no real chance I’m actually going to get pregnant.” 

“Okay,” He sighs, “fuck, for a second I thought,” 

“I know,” You shake your head, “I’m not doing that, I wouldn’t,” 

“So what does this mean, then?” Mingi nods his head toward the phone, reaching out a hand for you. 

You move back to the couch, taking his hand and letting him pull you into his side, “I guess it means that the thought of it is hot, but I’m not actually doing it,”

“Roleplay,” Yunho adds. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “I don’t know why, I just… it works for me,” 

“I thought you didn’t want kids?” Mingi asks. 

“Exactly,” You nod. 

“Oh,” He thinks for a moment, “oh, I get it.” 

“Do you?” Yunho still seems a little slow on the uptake. 

“Like playing with fire,” Mingi smiles, “you don’t want it, but something about playing with the possibility turns you on.” 

“Yeah,” 

“I definitely get this,” Mingi doubles down, “I’m in,” 

You’re stunned silent, and your eyes flick to Yunho to see where he’s at with this. He worries the inside of his cheek with his teeth and you watch him read back over your profile. “All of this,” he finally says, “all of it is a total loss of control,” 

You nod, waiting for him to say more. 

“You want someone to take what they want from you,” He finally locks eyes with you, “and do what they want to you.” 

“Um,” Your breath quickens, “yes,” 

“Okay,” He says, “then let’s do it.” 

“Just like that?” You swallow tightly. 

“Yeah,” 

“What about you two?” You ask finally, “Do you really want to do this or is this too far? You don’t have to help if it’s too much, not judging me is enough. I can meet up with someone else off the app, I can,” 

Mingi’s hand lands on your thigh, giving you a squeeze, “Don’t do that.” 

“For tonight,” Yunho says, “you can let us be in control, and you can relax. You can trust us.” 

“Okay,” 

“As far as your list,” Yunho clears his throat, “I think choking is out for the night, but everything else we’re good with. We don’t really have any props, any safe way to restrain you…” 

Your chest floods with heat, your body trembling already at the prospect of it, and you can’t stop watching his mouth as he speaks, the words rolling off his tongue so confidently. 

“Would you be comfortable with that?” Yunho’s voice shocks you back when he asks you a question and you realize you missed his words. 

“What?” 

A small smile quirks on Yunho’s lip, “I said, would you be comfortable with me holding you down, in lieu of proper restraints. That’s probably the safest thing,” 

You nod, a little too quickly, and he smiles in earnest now. 

“We’re sure this isn’t going to be weird?” You look between them, “We can call it here,” 

“I’m good,” Yunho confirms. 

“Same here,” Mingi nods. 

They’re both buzzing with anticipation, nervous and full of hesitation, but the good kind. You laugh and smile, “Oh my god, I can’t believe we’re about to have sex,” 

“I can,” Mingi snorts. 

“You were bound to fall in love with one of us at some point,” Yunho diffuses the nerves in an instant, cheeky as ever. 

“I love you both already, you idiots,” You shove Mingi’s arm since he’s closest, but he wraps it around you immediately. 

“I’m more nervous about you seeing me naked now,” You tuck into Mingi’s side. 

“Please,” Yunho rolls his eyes, “you’re so hot it’s ridiculous, I still can’t believe you dated Youngjae for two years. He was definitely punching up,” 

“What he said,” Mingi nods. 

“And we can keep this casual, right? We’ll be okay?” You reach across, grabbing Yunho’s hand. 

“We’ve been friends for ten years,” Yunho says, “and we know everything about each other. Especially now. If it’s too much, we’ll say so, but I wouldn’t risk our friendship.” 

“We can do this,” Mingi nods. 

“Okay,” you breathe, the nerves dissipating a bit, “where do we start?” 

“Well, I need a shower,” Yunho picks up the front of his tank top, his shirt still sweaty from the studio, “so let me do that, and if you guys want to move to the bedroom and I don’t know… get started?” 

Mingi smiles and you slap his chest, “Stop looking so proud of yourself,” 

“I can’t help it,” He shrugs, “this night is turning out way better than I expected.” 

Yunho gets up and then starts back towards the bedrooms, yanking off his tanktop as he does. “Who’s room?” He calls out from over his shoulder. 

“Yours,” Mingi calls to him. 

“Meet you there then,” Yunho calls back, and you hear the bathroom door shut. 

“Okay,” Mingi pats your thigh and jumps up, reaching a hand down to you, “let’s go cutie,” 

You let him pull you up, and you roll your eyes, “You’re loving this,” 

“Mhm,” He tugs you down the hall, “I would be insane not to.” 

In Yunho’s bedroom, Mingi drops your hand. He slides onto Yunho’s bed easily, sitting up against the pillows and the headboard and gestures you over, “Come here,” 

You feel frozen, the reality of the fact that you’re about to have your best friend kissing you, touching you, fucking you. 

“Don’t be nervous,” He reaches out to you again, “let’s just cuddle a little, no pressure yet,” 

“Right,” You make it to the side of the bed, and then Mingi taps his lap. It’s time to let go of any caution. If you were going to let a stranger touch you like this, you could let them. You ease up onto the edge of the bed, throwing a leg over him so that you’re straddling him, and you sit back on his thighs before resting your hands on his chest and waiting for the next move. 

“Okay,” He smiles, “see this is good,” His hands coast up your thighs, his long fingers dipping under the edge of Yunho’s shirt to find more of your skin, he strokes softly, “you feel nice.” 

“So do you,” You shuffle forwards a little, locking yourselves a little closer together. 

His hands run over your body to soothe you, and he finally murmurs, “Can I kiss you?” 

“Mhm,” You can feel the way you’re trembling. 

Mingi draws you down to him slowly, checking every little thing with you down to the placement of his hands. It should be awkward, but it isn’t. His lips finally brush yours, soft and full, tentative at first. His hand on your back slips lower, and you press forwards to kiss him more deeply. 

“Mm,” You sigh, “this is nice,” 

“Mhm,” He catches your mouth again, this time probing your mouth with his tongue, dragging along yours and exhaling warm against you. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, and he sits up a little straighter, drawing your bodies more closely together. As your hips shift forwards, you feel the telltale hardness brushing between your legs and shudder against him, your hips rolling on their own to catch the feeling again. 

His hands lock over your hips, dragging you up and back again, and he releases a tight groan into your mouth, “God,” he sighs, “you feel so good,” 

“I know,” You gasp as he kisses across your cheek, finding your ear and nipping the lobe between his teeth, “I can’t believe it,” 

“Ouch,” He chuckles, kissing down the length of your neck, letting your head drop back into his palm. 

“I didn’t mean,” You start to say, but he drags your hips again and you moan, sharp and broken. 

“Pretty,” Mingi sucks on your pulsepoint. 

You don’t even hear the shower turning off in the background or Yunho entering the room, but you feel it when the bed shifts under you and your eyes flutter back open. 

“Hey,” He watches Mingi continue kissing your neck, and brushes his fingers down your back, “good so far?” 

“Yeah,” You sigh, breathless, “come over here,” 

He crosses to the other side of the bed, redressed in sweats and a white tank top, his hair damp and mussed like he had just rubbed a towel through it. 

“Mingi,” You shudder, pushing him back a little, “easy,” 

“Sorry,” He smiles, dipping forward to kiss you quickly before dropping back to the headboard. When he does, his full erection is painfully obvious beneath the thin fabric of his shorts, and where it presses into your mound despite the fabric separating you skin to skin. 

“Yunho,” You reach for him, “kiss me?” 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he leans over into your space, brushing his finger along your bottom lip. He’s smiling, easy and warm, and when you press your lips to his you see stars. 

Mingi’s hips jump a little beneath you, his cock brushing up against your clit and you moan softly against Yunho’s mouth. You can feel that they’re both restraining themselves a little, everyone getting more and more comfortable every kiss and touch of your bodies together. 

“Let’s take this off,” Yunho tugs at your shirt. 

“Let’s all do it,” Mingi suggests, and you break from Yunho’s mouth. You’re all gathered close now, close to the center of the bed and all brushing against each other in some way. Yunho and Mingi both reach for the bottom of their tops, and you follow suit. Once your shirt is tossed onto the floor alongside theirs you finally look back up. 

“You look so good,” Mingi groans, his eyes locked on your breasts where the black lace and mesh bra pushes them up and together. 

You’ve seen them both shirtless before, but never in this context, and you’re suddenly aware of the taut planes of their abdomens, their shoulders, defined pecs, muscular arms. Yunho brushes his fingers along your exposed back and smiles, “You’re so turned on right now, aren’t you?” 

You nod, breathless. 

His fingers coast up, dancing over your neck, “Can I take your hair down?”

“Sure,” You murmur, and he moves closer on his knees to gently remove the tie from your hair. 

“Mm,” Mingi reaches for you, his thumb brushing over your clothed nipple, “you are,” 

You gasp softly, your hips shifting, and Yunho drops his hand to your other breast, kneading it in his broad hand before pressing gently over your hardened nipple, “Feel good?” 

“Uh-huh,” You nod, and Yunho drops his lips to your shoulder. 

“Do these match?” Mingi pulls the hem of your sweatpants down, revealing the top of your black panties and sighs pleasantly, “Of fucking course they do,” 

“I was trying to get laid,” You smile. 

“You’re getting laid,” Yunho comments. 

“True,” 

“Mingi, can I take her?” Yunho’s hands spread over your thighs, his lips still shifting over your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” Mingi nods, his mouth hanging open as he watches Yunho touch you. 

Yunho shifts back, and secures you in his hands, lifting you off Mingi’s lap and dragging you closer. “Come right here, baby,” 

The pet name is so unexpected you make a soft noise, letting him move your body how he wants you. In a moment he has you shifted, your body over his lap and a hand between your shoulder blades pressing your front down flat against the mattress. 

“Oh fuck,” You squirm a little but he holds you steady, “Yunho,” 

He rests a wide palm over one ass cheek, unmoving, just resting there with the promise of what was to come. “Before we start,” He murmurs, “please just keep talking to me, tell me what’s good or if it’s too much,” 

“Wait,” You shift, “let me up a second,” 

Yunho’s hands are off you in a moment, and you pull yourself off his lap. “Both of you, come here,” 

Yunho and Mingi shift close, and you nod, “Do you know the color system?” 

“I’ve heard of it,” Mingi notes. 

“Same, but,” Yunho gestures for you to explain. 

“Okay,” You smile, “It’s an easy way to check in during, without having to totally pause things and double check. If you ask me color, I need to answer. Green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is hard stop. If I don’t answer, stop, make sure I’m okay.” 

“Got it,” Yunho nods, “that seems good.” 

“Make sure I’m verbal,” You squeeze both their hands, “and if I need you to stop immediately out of the blue I’ll use a safeword. I’ll say treasure, okay?” 

“Treasure,” Mingi repeats. 

“Are we good?” You check with them both. 

“Mhm,” Yunho reaches for you and smooths his hand down your back, slipping down to cup your ass, “are you good to start?” 

“Yeah,” You murmur, “is here good?” You ease yourself back down over his thighs, resting your cheek on the cool comforter and trying to find a good place for your hands. 

Yunho’s hands settle over you slowly, caressing you, “Yeah,” his voice is deeper, low and almost pitchy and beneath your stomach you feel his cock start to harden again. 

Yunho’s left hand splays out on your back again, pressing down to keep you pinned to the mattress, and with his right he tugs down the back of your sweatpants, cool air from the room making you shiver. 

He palms one cheek, caressing it and kneading it to get used to the feeling of your body under him, “Stay still for me,” he murmurs, and your stomach clenches. You’re pretty sure he has no idea what his words or his tone are doing to you, but you sigh and let your eyes drift shut. 

His hand lifts away, and you hold your breath. His hand comes down sharp, but not too firm, a slight sting and you make a small, pleased noise, but you can feel he’s taking it easy on you. You exhale slowly and he cranes over to see your face, relieved that you still look calm and relaxed. 

“I think you can go harder,” Mingi offers, and when you open your eyes you see him sitting by your head, watching over the scene. 

“Mhm,” Yunho coasts his hand down your ass again, and then tries again. This time he does strike you more firmly, and the sudden sting makes your body jolt, a tight gasp on your lips. 

“Okay?” Yunho massages the spot he struck. 

“Yes,” You nod, “that’s really good,” 

“More?” He asks. 

“Definitely,” You confirm, your back arching a bit to angle your ass up. 

“Alright,” he sighs, “here we go,” 

It’s sweet how careful he’s being, slowly increasing his pace and making sure you’re feeling good, but you can feel he’s nervous, despite his increasing hard on pressing into your belly. Yunho’s hand on your back tenses, and the drop of his hand against your ass this time breaks a sharp moan from your lips, your body jerking, fingers tight in the comforter beneath you. 

“Color?” Yunho asks, his voice a little hesitant as he massages your backside. 

“Green,” You sigh, “so fucking green,” 

Mingi chuckles, “Damn,” 

“One more,” Yunho murmurs, and you wonder if he even knows how much of a natural he is at this. 

The measured spank jolts you forward and you hiss pleasantly, your muscles clenching and fluttering. Mingi’s hand slides over Yunho’s, taking over the spot on your ass and the heat from his hand against your tingling skin has you moaning softly. 

“Can I try?” Mingi squeezes you, “Would that be okay, babe?” 

You smile, eyes opening again to find his face. You’ve always loved the way Mingi gives you pet names, but ‘babe’ in this context makes you feel nothing but overwhelming comfort and fluttering anticipation. “Please, Mingi,” You sigh. 

Yunho holds your hip, and Mingi delivers a punishing spank, harder than Yunho and sharper, and a cry bubbles from your lips, your body curling so you can hide your face in the sheets. 

“Did I hurt you?” He coasts a hand up your spine. 

“God, no,” You sigh, your voice a little strained whine, “I need more,” 

Mingi’s hand brushes through your hair affectionately, and you feel Yunho shift under you before he says, “I’m taking these off you, okay?” His fingers tug at the top of your panties. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “okay,” 

Yunho pulls down, sliding your panties down along with your sweatpants. “y/n,” He sighs, stroking your skin from the back of your exposed thighs to your ass, tracing over your skin, “you have a perfect ass,” 

“Oh, shut up,” You sigh, smiling wide. 

“I can’t,” He teases you, “I don’t lie to you, you know that. Mingi, don’t you agree?” 

Something is shifting in Yunho’s tone, and you feel his cock twitch against you once again. Mingi runs his own hand over your ass and squeezes, almost a pinch, “Completely perfect,” 

“Can I ruin it, baby?” Yunho squeezes hard and you gasp, “Are you ready to start?” 

You nod, almost frantic, “Please, please,” 

“You sound so pretty like that,” Yunho murmurs, “can you count for me?” 

“Mhm,” You nod against the comforter. 

Yunho massages one of your ass cheeks and when you feel his hand leave again, you find yourself holding your breath once more, the anticipation leaving you buzzing. It’s the hardest he’s hit you yet, and you choke out a moan, your hips rolling on their own. 

“One,” You sigh. 

He lifts his hand and drops it again, the same intensity as before and you moan again, jerking out your hand and gripping down hard on Mingi’s thigh where he rests by your head, watching. “Two,” You manage. 

After two more, you’re shaking and Mingi rubs his hand across your back, “You’re doing so good, babe,” 

You don’t expect the way his words will make you feel, but his easy warmth and praise pulls a whimper from your lips and your hips jerk under Yunho’s massaging hand. 

“Did you like that?” Mingi brushes your hair back, “You like to know how well you’re taking your punishment?” 

Your fingers tighten on his thigh and your breath shortens, you can feel your body trembling and in their hands, “Say it again,” You sigh, your knees widening on the bed and effectively propping your hips up more. 

Mingi murmurs above you and you can’t make it out, but Yunho’s hand cracks down perfectly and you gasp out, “Five,” 

“So good,” Mingi drops down a kiss on your shoulder and brushes your back, “you’re so good for us.” 

Yunho massages your cheek again, but you feel him pause and then he sighs, “You’re so wet,” 

He’s still for a minute, and you twist back to look at him over your shoulder, “Am I?” 

“You really like this,” He smiles, his hand sliding between your legs, his fingertips extremely gently coasting up the length of your slit, gathering evidence of your arousal on his fingers before lifting his hands and showing you. His fingers glisten, and as he draws his middle and index fingers apart, a perfect clear string of slick wet stretches between his fingers. 

“Oh fuck,” Mingi breathes lowly. 

“This feels good, then?” Yunho rests his hand on your thigh. 

“So good,” You smile, a little dazed at the buzzing sensation of your skin and the way his fingers just casually swept a line through your folds, “you’re really good at this,” 

“I’ll get better with some practice,” he smiles, “but I feel like I know how you like it now,” 

“With practice?” You smirk at him. 

“Listen,” He laughs, massaging your cheek again and caressing your hip, “anytime you want to let me touch you, I’ll take it.” 

“Noted,” You chuckle. 

“Do you want more?” He asks, his voice a little softer. 

“I want Mingi,” You look up to him, “I want you to touch me,” 

“God,” Mingi groans, “I thought you’d never ask,” 

“Here,” Yunho reaches under you and helps lift you off his lap. Standing, you push your sweats and panties all the way off, pulling your socks off too as you do, and reach behind you to unclasp your bra. 

“Somebody better get naked with me,” You unhook and let the straps fall off your shoulders. 

“I got you,” Mingi stands, dropping his shorts and boxers in one smooth motion. 

“Oh,” You breathe, catching sight of his erection. He’s so much bigger than anyone you’ve ever slept with, thick and lengthy, and you had an inkling that might be true but seeing him now sends a throb straight to your core. 

Yunho smirks at your reaction, clearly not surprised by Mingi’s size, so you assume they’ve seen each other naked before. He tugs off his sweatpants, smiling at the wet spot on his thigh from where your core was pressing down on him during the spanking. When you see Yunho, you’re equally as surprised. If you were measuring, you think Mingi might be a little bigger, but you’d be splitting hairs. Between the two of them, you’ve never felt smaller. 

“What?” Yunho smiles, aware of your reaction to both of them. 

“You’re both…” You swallow tightly, gesturing towards them. 

“I think she’s impressed,” Mingi grins. 

“Oh my god,” You roll your eyes, “I mean, yes, but also please take it easy with me later. You’re a lot more than I’m used to,” 

“I think that’s a compliment,” Yunho quirks an eyebrow. 

“Are you going to join us?” Mingi asks, nodding towards your bra that you still are cupping to your chest. 

“Oh,” You nod, laughing, “yeah, well here goes nothing,” 

You cast the bra aside, watching it hit the floor, and then look back up to both of your best friends. Mingi sits on the edge of the bed, eyes studying your body, and he bites his lip, “Come here,” 

Yunho takes a seat next to him, and you shiver as you stand in front of them, finally fully naked and feeling more exposed than ever. Yunho brushes the back of his knuckles up your stomach, dragging his thumb along the curvature of your breast, “You’re so beautiful,” 

Mingi shifts forward, holding the small of your back in one wide palm and drawing you forward another step until your knees bump the edge of the bed in the few inches of space between them. “We’re so lucky,” Mingi breathes, dipping forwards and placing tender kisses along your chest, slipping down your breastbone. 

“Mm,” Yunho rubs a hand up your thigh, keeping his eyes on you, “I can’t believe we almost let you fuck someone else,” 

Your stomach tightens, breath short on your lips. 

“Can’t believe we’ve never done this before,” Mingi nuzzles your skin, and then nips his way across your breast to latch his mouth on one of your pebbled nipples. 

“Oh fuck me,” You breathe, holding onto his shoulder for support. 

“We plan to, baby,” Yunho’s hand shifts to your hip to hold you, before dipping forward alongside Mingi and taking your other nipple into his mouth. 

You moan, melting into their touch, savoring the way their tongues seem to sync up with steady flicks and sucks. Yunho leans on Mingi to get closer to you, and reaches around to keep massaging where he spanked you, soothing some of the lingering soreness here. 

“Please,” Your hand threads into Yunho’s hair, holding him to your chest, and he hums a little laugh, exhaling warm air across your skin. 

Mingi’s mouth disconnects from your nipple and you whine softly, but shiver as he continues kissing down your body, trading little licks and bites all the way down your stomach until he slips off the edge of the bed, dropping between your legs and tugging your body down to meet his mouth. 

“Oh!” You jerk when Mingi’s tongue first connects with your clit, and Yunho disconnects from your breast to look down and watch, growing harder still at the sight of you rocking your hips on Mingi’s face.

“Perfect,” Yunho cups your cheek, “is Mingi making you feel good, baby?” 

Nothing but a whine leaves you and Mingi’s broad hands pull you down further so he can devour you, the sound of him working your sopping core nothing but a mix of lewd wet sounds and his pleasant little moans. 

“I got you,” Yunho catches you as you start to fall forwards, pleasure spiking up your body. He reaches around you again, palming your ass and dipping his head again to catch your nipple between his teeth and you pant out a moan. 

You don’t expect him to spank you again, but when his palm comes down fast and sharp against your cheek again, you could swear your legs stop working. The sound that leaves you is desperate and keening, and you grip onto any part of Yunho that you can. 

“You want to come?” Yunho slaps you again and your nails dig into his shoulder. 

“Yes, yes,” You rock your hips again, Mingi’s nose bumping your clit perfectly as he shifts against you. 

“You want to come all over Mingi’s face?” Yunho drags you up so he can murmur in your ear. 

“Oh, fuck,” You drop a hand to Mingi, lacing  your fingers into his sandy hair. 

Yunho spanks you again, harsh and punishing and you jerk against Mingi’s tongue, sparking hot pleasure through your core. “Listen to you begging,” He kisses your cheek, breathing hot in your ear. 

Your belly fills with thick knots, pressure dropping inside you, “Fuck, fuck,” You can’t help yourself now, your hips rolling against Mingi’s tongue as he sucks your clit, “I’m so close,” 

Yunho drops one more spank, and you fall further onto his chest, groaning and your legs starting to tremble. “My baby wants to come?” 

Your words fall incoherent, and you’re gasping, sure that you’re close, reaching for the edge of your orgasm, and then it all fades. Mingi disconnects his mouth, sliding out from under you, and Yunho gathers you into his arms to keep you from dropping. 

“What are you doing,” Your brain spins. 

“Edging you,” Yunho chuckles against your hair, “don’t you remember?” 

“Here,” Mingi’s hands coast up your waist, “lay her down for me,” 

Yunho lifts you, sliding you into the center of the bed, “Here?” 

“Perfect,” Mingi drops down to lay between your legs immediately, spreading them wide and hooking your legs over his shoulders before he lazily starts sucking on the flesh of your inner thighs. 

“Mingi,” Your hips buckle, “touch me again,” 

“Mm,” He shakes his head, licking some of your wet arousal off your inner thighs, “not yet,” 

Yunho cuddles up above you, drawing your arms up away from your sides and coasting his hands up and down them, “How do you feel?” 

“Perfect,” You sigh. 

“I’m going to keep you right here, okay?” You almost forgot this was part of the arrangement, but when Yunho drops his weight over your arms that are canted by your head, you gasp, “I’ll make sure Mingi can give you everything you need.” 

He nuzzles the side of your face, kissing along your neck and collarbones, and letting more of his weight drop on your arms. “How’s this? I’m not hurting you, am I?” 

“No,” You assure him, the pleasant weight of him heavy but not unbearable. 

You’re watching Yunho’s face when you feel Mingi press a close lipped kiss to the top of your mound, just above your swollen clit, and you gasp, pulling slightly against Yunho’s arms as you twist to look down between your legs. Mingi is looking up at you with an easy sated gaze, his chin wet and his hair an absolute haystack, blush across his cheeks. 

“Fuck, you’re hot,” You exhale, almost to yourself, and Yunho chuckles in your ear. 

“Should I touch you again?” Mingi strokes the edge of your slit with the tip of his finger and you jerk. 

“Jesus,” Your hips roll, seeking more of his touch, “please, come on, please,” 

“I have never heard you sound like that,” Yunho kisses your neck again, focusing his efforts on keeping you blushy from his gentle touches alone. 

Mingi sinks a finger into you, pressing deep until his knuckles are flush with your opening and you shudder, moaning tight and trying to work your hips. 

“Mingi,” Yunho interrupts just as Mingi starts to pump his hand, “hold her open, use your mouth again,” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, and before you know it Mingi has you tipped back and open wide, his hands on the backs of your thighs folding you open and anchoring you down to the bed. He shuffles up to his knees, and dives forwards like you’re a meal. 

The feeling of his tongue flicking along either side of your clit has you jerking in their grasp, struggling against their weight but making not an inch of difference. 

Yunho brushes the hair back from your sweat slick forehead and nuzzles your cheek with his nose, his voice dropping low, “Where are you trying to go, baby?” 

All you can manage is a strained whine, Mingi delivering a pointed suck to your nub. 

“We’ll give you what you need,” Yunho pushes your head to the side with a push of his face against yours and starts to kiss down your jaw again, “you’ll be so ruined for anyone else,” 

“Oh, fuck,” You shudder under their hands. 

“You think you can take us, y/n?” You never knew Yunho could be quite like this. 

“Yes, yes,” You clamp your eyes shut, focusing solely on the feeling of them pinning you, and Mingi’s mouth taking you apart. 

Yunho’s arm shifts, and his hand spreads wide over your stomach, but still effectively pinning your arm down with his shoulder and elbow. “I haven’t even touched you yet,” He sucks on your throat. 

“Yunho!” Your body locks but you can’t curl into yourself, you’re just stuck under their heavy weight. 

“That’s right,” He pets your skin, “say my name if you want me to make you come, baby,” 

“Ah!” Your head twists back, your hands grasping for anything but finding nothing but air, and Mingi pushes the hot length of his tongue inside you, “Mingi, baby, fuck, fuck,” 

Yunho groans, “Beg him,” 

“Mingi, please,” You pant, your body vibrating with pleasure and so close to snapping, “please let me come,” 

“Are you coming baby?” Yunho presses down your stomach with his hand, long fingers resting just above your mound. 

“I’m,” You’re quivering, “I’m, yes, I’m,”

“Stop,” Yunho says and Mingi’s mouth lifts away from you once more. 

Hot tears bubble up in your eyes, your hips rocking on their own trying to feel anything. You cry out, desperately aching, throbbing and sore, needing release so badly now that you could scream. 

Mingi’s hands release your legs and he crawls above you a bit, “Color, babe?” 

You swallow, trying to come back into your body. 

“Hey,” Yunho nudges you slightly, “Can you say a color for us or should we stop?” 

You sigh heavily, “Green,” 

“Good,” Mingi cups your breast while he watches you recovering, fingers idly toying with your nipple. 

You shudder under his hands, “I can’t,”

“Can’t what?” Yunho can’t seem to stop kissing you, addicted to his lips and tongue on your skin, “can’t come?” 

“I can’t take any more,” You shake your head. 

“Are you sure?” He murmurs, and his fingers slip over the curve of your cunt and land tightly on either side of your clit. 

You shake your head, frantic, “No, no,” 

“No?” He loosens his touch, but doesn’t stop exploring you, running his finger up and down your sensitive bud, “You feel like you need it to me,” 

“I don’t, I’m,” You mutter, not even sure where you’re going with your sentence, distracted fully by the feeling of his warm finger dipping in and out of your wetness. 

“Mingi,” Yunho murmurs, looking up to his friend, “can you help me hold her open?” 

“Uh-huh,” He hikes your legs back again, folding you and opening you, presenting your glistening folds to both of them. 

“It’s time to come,” Yunho says, husky in your ear, “you’ve been so good and so patient,” 

You jerk under him, his fingers pushing harder suddenly and picking up the pace. If they weren’t holding you, you’re sure you’d be twisted up into a ball, fighting the overstimulated feeling of his hot fingers working you so quickly. 

“Ah,” You arch futility, “Yunho, Yunho,” 

“I can’t hear you,” He kisses your mouth hard, before delivering a quick slap to your clit. It’s nothing like spanking, much more like a pointed pat, but given how close you’ve been all night and how raw you feel, you cry out with a sob. 

“Yunho!” You choke, just a little louder. 

“That’s right,” He croons, moving his fingers more quickly now. 

You nearly scream when Mingi gets back involved, slipping two fingers deeply inside you and working them in and out of you to match Yunho’s fast pace. 

You’re raw, the bubble that’s been threatening to burst all night building in intensity, blood rushes in your ears, and you can feel them touching you, holding you down and open, begging you to come, and then you do. Your orgasm hits hard, locking every part of you up, and leaving your legs shaking underneath their hands.

“Oh fuck,” Mingi kisses your hip as he watches you come, “just like that, yes, babe,” 

You might black out, that’s the sudden thought that overtakes your brain as you crack open, “Stop, stop, god, please,” 

Yunho lifts his fingers, pushes Mingi’s hand out of your heat, and shifts up off your arms to take the pressure off you. Mingi drops your legs, and everything is hazy, but you feel them shifting, moving to lay on either side of you and stroke your slick skin. 

“You okay in there?” Yunho chuckles, kissing your hair. 

You manage a nod, but let your eyes stay closed, your body feeling incredibly soft and disconnected, your heart that was pounding a moment ago slowing to a flutter. 

Mingi huffs a laugh and lays his hand across your stomach, “She’s still shaking,” 

“Mhm,” Yunho murmurs. 

“I’m guessing it was good,” Mingi kisses your shoulder. 

When you don’t respond you can hear them chuckling together and Yunho sidles closer, “Just relax,” he kisses your hair again, “rest a second,” 

In a warm haze, you drift. 

“I thought this might be weirder than it is,” Yunho says, and it’s the first thing you hear as your brain starts to reconnect. You’re still caught in a fog, like you’re underwater after a particularly hard nap, but sensation starts to return. Their voices, the shift of the bed, the sound of the fan. 

“With me, you mean?” Mingi asks. 

“All of it,” Yunho says, his voice still low and quiet, “but yeah, with you.” 

“I don’t know,” Mingi says and you can almost see him shrugging, “I’ve seen your dick before, it’s not that weird.”

Yunho laughs a little and you realize they’re not touching you, but their voices are close, “I guess that’s true,” he says, “but you’ve got to admit, this is a little more than that.” 

“Yeah,” 

“Not bad though,” Yunho adds. 

“It’s kind of hot,” Mingi admits. 

“Mm,” He softly agrees. 

“The way you talked to her,” Mingi clears his throat lightly, “that was something else,” 

“She seemed into it,” Yunho murmurs, “and I don’t know, it was hotter watching you take care of her than I expected,” 

Mingi laughs softly and you feel the mattress shift, “God,” he sighs, “I always thought she was beautiful, but, damn,” 

“I know,” You feel Yunho’s gentle touch stroking up your spine. 

Mingi shifts again and you hear him groan softly, “Fuck, the minute she touches me, I’m not going to last,” 

“Same,” Yunho sighs, “I’m dying over here,” 

Your body is starting to wake up, stiff in your current position on your side, and you stretch an arm up, a light sigh on your lips. 

“Hey,” Yunho murmurs, stretching on his side to come close, and you feel his warmth radiating against your back, the weight of his cock dropping on your thigh. 

You sigh, murmuring something, stretching and trying to make it up to the surface. Mingi snuggles closer to your front, his fingertips tracing down your cheek, “Babe,” he murmurs low, “it’s time to get up,” 

“Hmm?” You stretch again, your hand connecting with Mingi’s chest, and you suddenly feel how close you are to both of them. 

Yunho’s hand on your hip slips lower, cupping your belly as he rocks his hips, dragging the hot length of his cock over your ass, “We need you, baby,” 

Mingi palms your breast, rolling your nipple and you stutter out a soft moan as your eyes start to open. “Fuck,” Mingi breathes, tweaking your nipple again to elicit the same sound. 

When your brain finally surfaces, everything becomes clear and actualized, and you realize your best friend is kissing you, his hot tongue in your mouth and his hands running across your body, and your other best friend is pressed flush against your naked back, just barely thrusting to drag his cock over your skin. 

Panic lances through you and you pull back, straight into Yunho’s chest. 

“Babe?” Mingi’s brow furrows. 

“Oh my god,” You reach back and feel Yunho’s naked body behind you, “not a dream,” 

Mingi laughs silently, dropping his head down to the comforter as if what you’ve said is the funniest joke he’s ever heard. 

“I must be insane,” You breathe, dropping onto your stomach and hiding your face in the sheets, letting the curtain of your hair hide you, “I can’t believe I asked you to do those things to me,” 

“Why?” Mingi asks, sobering. 

“I wasn’t thinking straight,” You groan into the mattress. 

Yunho kisses your shoulder and you tense, but his hands massage down your back and try to ease your tension, “You’re allowed to want to experiment, you know,” he kisses your skin again, “and you’re allowed to want us too, don’t be embarrassed now,” 

“You were amazing,” Mingi murmurs, “so sexy, and so perfect, don’t be shy,” 

With a shaky sigh you ease out of your hiding place, letting them draw you up to turn over again on your back, “I’m just having a moment of post orgasm clarity, I think,”

“Are you realizing that we just gave you the best orgasm of your life, or?” Mingi teases, running his fingers along your chest. 

“Mingi,” You elbow him, but not too hard, and he grins at you. 

“Was it what you wanted?” Yunho asks, cupping your face and bringing your gaze to his. 

You nod against his palm, “I knew it would feel good, but that,” 

“So you liked it?” Mingi smiles. 

“A lot,” You squeeze his hand. 

Yunho bites his lip, eyes flicking over you, “You know,” he murmurs, “there’s still more on your list.” 

You twitch under him, “Yeah,” 

“I just think,” Yunho shifts up, widening your legs and easing himself down on top of you, hovering there, “you need to come some more,” 

“She does,” Mingi nods and pushes your hair back from your forehead, “coming one time isn’t very overstimulated, is it babe?” 

“Oh,” You look between them. 

“But,” Yunho murmurs, his voice dropping lower again, “I need something too,” 

“Tell me,” Your eyes lock on his as he lowers down further, holding your gaze as he shifts his hips down, and you feel his hard cock settle between your legs, notching between your folds, “do you want us to fuck you? Or just help you come?” 

You open your mouth to answer, but he rocks his hips, dragging his cock along your wet center and still aching clit, and you moan, breathy and tight. 

“You don’t know?” Yunho rocks again, “because I think you want me inside you.” 

“Fuck, Yunho,” You grip onto him, “yes, yes,” 

“You might be too tiny for me,” He pauses, looking down at where your bodies are connected, “I don’t know if you can take me,” 

“I think she should try,” Mingi jumps back in, reaching between you to softly brush his fingertips over your nipples. 

“I want it,” You nod, “please, I want you both,” 

“Eager,” Mingi nips your shoulder with his teeth. 

“Don’t make me wait,” You roll your hips and grind yourself up, moaning at the contact. 

“Stay right here for me,” Yunho dips to kiss you once, hard, and then rolls away and gets off the bed, digging through his nightstand. 

“What are you doing?” You push up on your elbows. 

“Looking for,” He trails off, still searching until he finds a clear bottle, “this,” 

“Oh,” 

“Let’s just make this part as easy as we can,” Yunho kneels on the bed, shuffling back towards you and pops open the cap. He spreads a moderate amount of lubricant over his shaft, sighing as his hand works over his red and tender cock. 

You turn towards Mingi as Yunho starts to move back over you, “Come up here,” 

He follows your hand movement, and settles on his knees by your head, hissing when your hand closes around his stiff cock. “Babe,” He groans, “fuck,” 

“I want you too,” You tell him, “but you deserve some attention now,” 

“Baby,” Yunho murmurs as he settles, “open up,” 

You spread your legs wider, angling up for him and he leans in to give you a warm kiss before holding you steady and dipping low. He presses inside you painfully slowly, cognizant of his size and your earlier apprehension. The feeling of him is all encompassing, striking a spike of pleasure up your body. 

“How’s that feel?” He murmurs, pressing further but not yet flush with your hips. 

“Really fucking good,” You sigh, your hand still lazily working Mingi as you adjust to the sensation. 

“You’re so tight,” He groans, trying to keep himself in check from just losing himself and thrusting into you fully. 

His movements turn into slow rocking thrusts, each shift getting him deeper and deeper inside you, but he pauses. You’re already getting back to breathless, but you look up, “What’s wrong?” 

“Can you shift up?” He reaches under you and cups your ass, drawing your body in the direction he needs. 

You push up with your core, trying to meet him, “Like that?” 

He thrusts again, experimental and controlled, and nods, his eyes slipping closed for a moment. He resumes his pace, but he’s stretching you wide and his cock starts to almost uncomfortably bump the wrong spots inside you. 

“Yunho, stop,” Your hand finds his hip and he stutters to a stop. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Your hand leaves Mingi’s cock as you try to shift under Yunho but you shake your head, “can we try a different position?” 

“Am I hurting you?” He pulls out completely, rocking back on his knees and reaching for your hands. 

“No,” You assure him, “it just doesn’t feel right,” 

“Try you on top,” Mingi suggests, taking your hand and letting you use him as an anchor to pull yourself up, “trust me.” 

Yunho smirks and drops down onto his back, “No complaints here,” 

You pinch his side and move to straddle him, “You just want me doing all the work,” 

“Oh no,” Yunho grins, “I just want to see you better,” 

A nervous thrill flutters up your body and you start to lift yourself up, bracing with both hands on his chest as you line his cockhead up with your entrance and start to descend. Your body accepts him easily now that you’re not twisted up in a tight position, and you sink down fully until you're pressed flush together. 

Yunho’s mouth drops open, his hands tightening on your thighs and he groans, “Fuck, don’t move,” 

“That good?” You tease him lightly. 

“If you move I’ll come,” He sighs, “hold on,” 

His eyes are locked closed and you love the look on his face, desperately concentrating, so you decide to test the waters. With a small shift, you lift up just a bit and sink back down, watching as Yunho grits his teeth and shakes his head. “Yeah?” You tease him, moving upwards again. 

Mingi catches you in his arms and you make a small noise of surprise, you had almost forgotten he was right next to you both, only now he’s holding you completely still. Yunho’s eyes open, watching as Mingi slides behind you, his hands locked on your hips. 

He straddles Yunho’s thighs, sitting up high so that your back is flush with his chest, his own hard erection trapped between his abdomen and your ass. He reaches down, pulling your hands up off Yunho’s chest so that you can sit up tall with him, and he closes your arms tight to your chest, wrapping his arms around you so that you’re fully controlled, unable to move out of his grip or shift higher or lower on Yunho’s cock. 

“Don’t tease him,” Mingi kisses your temple, “none of us want this to be over too quickly,” 

You’re struck by how true it is. You have no idea how much time has passed since you walked back in the door of their apartment, but you don’t care. You don’t want to move, you just want them. 

“Hold her,” Yunho says, “okay?” 

“I’ve got her,” Mingi squeezes your arms and drops a kiss on the top of your head, “she’s not going anywhere.” 

“Fuck,” You sigh, “please, move, I’m begging you,” 

Yunho’s hands slide from your thighs up to your hips, and you feel him shifting beneath you. He thrusts up, hard and steady, and a shaky whine rips from your lips. The feeling you were chasing lighting up your spine, and you jerk in Mingi’s grasp but he keeps you still. 

“You’re going to come on my cock,” Yunho thrusts again, setting his pace, “and then Mingi’s going to use you too, tiny,” 

“Please,” Your head drops back on Mingi’s chest and you sigh, feeling pulled apart in every direction. 

“Mingi,” Yunho groans, “tell her what we’re going to do,” 

“You want to know, babe?” He slides his arms to fit you against him more snuggly, one hand dropping over your belly. 

“Mm,” You moan, struggling to speak, nothing in your mind but the steady drum beat of Yunho’s cock opening you wide.

“You’re gonna sit right here and take it,” Mingi drops his head to kiss your shoulder, tracing up towards your neck, “no matter what you say,” 

“Mingi!” You shudder in his hold. 

Your eyes fly wide when you suddenly feel Yunho’s fingers dipping between you, his thumb finding your clit and massaging quick circles as he pants and keeps up his pace. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Yunho groans again as your muscles clamp down on him, “I want to feel you come,” 

“Baby,” You whine, your head lolling onto Mingi’s forearm where it wraps around your front, biting down on him softly. 

“Shit,” He stammers out, his hand tight on your upper arm, and he bucks his hips up to drag his cock over your ass, desperate for some friction of his own. 

Everything inside you starts to draw tight, a cord being stretched between them, taut like a wire and your body starts to tremble. 

“I’m close,” You hear Yunho groan. 

Your brain starts firing, and you jerk in Mingi’s arms but he holds you down. Yunho moans and rubs you faster, and from the way he’s panting beneath you, you know he’s a second away. 

“Take his come,” Mingi says with his lips to your ear, “be good,” His hand over your abdomen presses down, and between that and his words, you feel your walls start to spasm. 

Yunho’s fingers on your clit falter, and he pumps his hips twice more before groaning, locking his hips up inside you as he spills his release, his head rocking back against the pillows as he rides it out, his body grinding up into yours for just a little bit more. 

“No- ah!” You’re about to say more but Mingi takes over, working your clit hard and fast until your orgasm crashes into you - the hot feeling of Yunho’s come inside you, Mingi’s words, the feeling of being caught between them. You’re a mess, jerking your hips into Mingi’s hand and Yunho hisses, pulling out of you fast and collapsing down beneath the two of you as Mingi brings you through the haze of your orgasm. 

You spasm and jerk, muttering and moaning, Yunho’s release dripping out of your abused core. 

“I need you,” Mingi finally snaps, capturing your mouth as best he can before he shuffles back off Yunho and drags you along with him. 

You make a stunned noise, dizzy as Mingi forces you down onto your stomach, flattening you out and pushing your legs open. 

“Oh!” You twist in the sheets, looking back for him and catching Yunho’s gaze. 

“Shh, shh,” Mingi reaches across for the bottle of lube and you hear the cap open and then snap shut. 

He presses into you quickly, thrusting down with one smooth motion and the combination of being worked open by Yunho, and the mix of lubricant and slick fluids inside you make it easy. 

He lays himself down over you, his lips peppering over your shoulders as he starts to thrust, and he finds your hands again to pin your wrists down flat to the mattress. “My turn,” He sighs. 

“Mingi,” You stammer, moaning out a plea, but for what you don’t know. 

“I’m right here,” His kisses are fast and wet, desperate across your back, frantic across the side of your face he can get to, “I’m right here, can’t you feel it?” 

You can’t manage anything but a stifled moan. 

He’s shaking above you, and he collapses down more, his weight bearing down into you in the most perfect way - you feel everything now, every huff of breath, every shift of his hips, and you can hear yourself begging him. 

He leans his head hard against yours and moans, “My perfect, tight, little pussy,” 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” His words make you scramble, your body tensing beneath him. 

“I’m gonna fill you up,” He kisses you hard, his hand sinking into your hair now to hold your head steady, “I know you want it,” 

“Please,” You shudder under him, “don’t.” The promise of it gets you closer, faster, the build up inside you undeniable now. 

He locks his hips down, the word on your lips making him pause his chest heaving against your back and sweat dripping across his brow. 

You can’t see him, but Yunho’s voice cuts through crystal clear, “Color, baby?” 

“Green!” You push your hips back into Mingi’s, begging him to keep going. 

He picks up his pace again and shifts forwards above you just a little, the angle change puts his cockhead in the perfect position to press again and again into your g-spot and you curl under him, a wet moaning mess of yourself. 

“Don’t what?” He dips back into the scene, “don’t give you what you need?” 

“M-Mingi,” You stammer, and his left hand that is closed over your forearm slides up to enclose your hand, twining your fingers together, “you can’t,” 

“Mmhm,” He nips at your skin, kisses you hard, finds your shoulder again and bites down, frantic and anamalistic in how much need he’s pouring into you, “I’ll fuck you full,” He promises, “I know what you need.” 

The orgasm that hits you now is fully unexpected, no telltale pressure or warm fluttering, just a sudden clap of pleasure and he holds you through it, adjusting his position to fuck you faster and prolong it, dropping his mouth so close to your ear you can feel his breath and the ghost of his lips on your skin. He makes you a pretty promise, “Take my baby, beautiful, for me, do it for me,” 

Everything falls apart.

Mingi moans against your hair, pressing deep inside you as he comes, shaking and murmuring softly. When the whiteout of your brain finally starts to fade, Mingi is still clinging onto you, but he’s pulled out and dropped off onto his side. He has you gathered close, spooning you against his chest with his arms wrapped around you like you might fade away. 

As you blink your eyes open, Yunho smiles warmly and slides closer, finding your lips so he can kiss you tenderly, soft and sweet now. 

“How are you feeling?” He nuzzles you gently, shifting even closer and pinning Mingi’s arms between you. 

“I don’t even know,” You sigh, “perfect, maybe?” 

“I know what you mean,” He kisses you again, stroking your cheek. 

Mingi pulls his arm free and reaches further, slipping around Yunho now so he can tug him forwards and sandwich you all together fully, body to body and legs tangled up below you. Yunho, ever the cuddler, wraps his arm around Mingi too. 

“Is it weird to say that this feels really right?” You murmur, letting your lips rest on Yunho’s chest. 

“No,” Mingi answers first, “it does,” 

“Is that crazy?” You ask softly. 

“It probably should be,” Yunho drops a kiss on your hair, “but it’s not.” Yunho shifts a little, enough so that he can look down and see your face, brushing his fingers through your hair, “Is it stupid to say it feels like we were always supposed to end up here?” 

“No,” You shake your head, “it’s not.”

“I’ve never been this close with anyone,” Mingi murmurs, “never in my whole life.” 

“Me either,” Yunho looks up at him. 

“Yeah,” You nod in agreement, leaning back into Mingi a bit, “I’m so glad I stayed.” 

Mingi nuzzles into you, “We can keep trying things,” he says, “if you liked it, we can keep going.” 

“Did you?” You ask them, finding Yunho’s hand so you can interlock your fingers and kissing Mingi’s arm where it wraps over you. 

“More than I thought,” Yunho confesses, “a lot more.” 

“Me too,” Mingi offers. 

You relax completely at that, the warm knowledge that it wasn’t just for you or for show, they wanted you the way you wanted them. “Let’s not stop then, we can keep it casual,” 

“Mhm,” Mingi kisses you again, “just sex between very hot best friends.” 

“Exactly,” You chuckle. 

Yunho sighs heavily and smiles, “I’ll be honest,” he says, “I love that I won’t have to worry about you meeting up with some guy,” 

“I might some day,” You nudge him. 

“Right,” He nods, “but at least then you’ll know what you want and what your limits are.” 

“I don’t want to share,” Mingi interrupts, scooping you up closer, “you know how I am, I can be very possessive.” 

“Mhm,” You laugh, “but you’ll share me with Yunho?” 

“That’s different,” He says, his voice almost a bit of a pout in it. 

“Well don’t worry,” You murmur, “I’m not looking to hook up with anyone else right now, not anymore.”

“Good,” Yunho cups your cheek, fingers sinking into your hair, “I don’t really like to share either, I was just putting on a brave face.” 

You slap his chest softly and roll your eyes, “Sure, sure,” 

Yunho dips forward to kiss you again, tongue along your bottom lip, then coasting against yours, full of tender affection and comforting familiarity. When he breaks the kiss he smiles, “I’m going to go get us something to eat, I’m starving.” 

“Same,” Mingi groans. 

“Okay,” You murmur, watching as he rolls away, throwing on his boxers and stretching long and lean, throwing you a smile before padding out of the room. 

Mingi lets you turn in his arms and helps tug a blanket up over your bodies. He kisses you, slowly and incredibly gently, “You’re really okay with everything we did, right?” 

“Yeah?” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, “Aren’t you?” 

“I said some things to you,” He murmurs quietly, “and you said ‘don’t’ and I thought we were fulfilling one of your fantasies, but now… I’m not,” 

You press your fingers over his lips, shaking your head, “You did just what I wanted,” 

Relief clears his face, “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” You assure him, “and I said ‘green’,”

“You liked it, then?” He says softly, “You didn’t want to stop?” 

“I didn’t want to stop,” You say clearly for him, knowing his hesitation from earlier in the night must be creeping back in, his anxiety growing. 

“I’m just checking,” He kisses your fingertips and draws you in against his chest, “you know I’d never, ever hurt you.” 

“I know,” You let your eyes close, fading into the steady thump of his heart and his radiating warmth that envelopes you. You know he would do anything for you, over ten years of friendship he’s proven that over and over again still. Always careful with you, and loving with you, even before the thought of sex ever crossed either of your minds. You were, and are, lucky to have him even though you suspect he doesn’t realize just how special he is to you and Yunho both. 

You rest here until Yunho comes back, bright and full of energy again, sporting a tray of cut fruit and a bowl of strawberries. No one seems quite ready to get up, content to rest in bed for a little while longer. You relax together, laugh together, toss a piece of honeydew straight for Yunho’s chest when he makes a joke laden with innuendo. He feeds you a strawberry right back and tickles your ribs. After a while, the only options left are sleep or shower, and you’re about to suggest a shower when Mingi starts to press kisses down your skin once again. 

He’s been resting with his head in your lap, your fingers stroking through his hair, when you realize he’s been maneuvering the blankets back down. He hums softly as he kisses your bare legs, pushing one open so he can lick a stripe up your inner thigh with a pleasant sigh. 

“Mingi,” You murmur, “baby, what are you doing?” 

“I just want you one more time,” He sighs. 

You’re leaning back against Yunho’s chest, but you sit up a bit when he says it, “Mingi, I don’t think I can again,” You’re a little sore from having taken both of them, and the idea of doing it a third time makes you a little nervous. 

“Not me,” Mingi shakes his head, never lifting his lips, “I just want to taste you one more time,” 

You run a hand through his hair, smiling down, “You don’t have to do that,” 

“What if I want to?” He opens your legs wider, kissing closer and closer to your mound. 

“Come here,” Yunho tugs you back to rest on his chest in the crook of his arm, “just relax,” 

“Mhm,” Mingi blows a cool stream of air over your clit and you jump under him, “let me take care of you,” 

“Mingi,” You breathe, carding your fingers through his hair again. 

His tongue parts your folds slowly, and he groans as he tastes you again, licking lazy stripes up your slit. Yunho cuddles you closer, getting you into a comfortable reclined position and kissing your hair, softly running his fingertips over your nipples once again. 

They take their time with you, slow and patient. You rest weightless between them as they bring you up through a slow rolling orgasm, whispered words of tender praise on their lips. You all slip into tangled and exhausted sleep in Yunho’s bed. In the morning, you do it all over again. This time it’s Yunho’s tongue dipping deep inside you and Mingi’s cock sliding through your lips. They fuck you soft, and every time you think you’re going to make it out of bed they pull you back in. And you let them, again and again. 

end note: this is the first of four kinktober fics! every tuesday in october a new one will be posted.

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*incomprehensible screeching*

im seriously not okay. why are these ateez fics so so so good? im dizzy, this is not good😮‍💨

*passes out*

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♔ PAIRING — seonghwa x reader x hongjoong

♔ GENRE — smut, threesome, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, established poly relationship

♔ WARNINGS — smut, threesome, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, shower sex, double penetration, dirty talk/foul language/praise, overstimulation, lol y’all want some filth?

♔ WORD COUNT — 1.4k

♔ SUMMARY — it doesn’t matter that you’re in the shower. When your boyfriends seonghwa and hongjoong join in with you, you aren’t even the least bit clean.

The temperature inside the shower was warm and sticky, but the hottest thing on your skin wasn’t the running water. It was the touches of your boyfriends as they held you between them, your back on the shower wall.

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prod. suga - MYG

❝you pay your boyfriend a visit at the that that mv shoot to support him, but he ends up supporting your legs as you ride him.❞

pairing — yoongi x reader

genre/rating — R | smut, fluff, pwp, idol au

warnings/tags — mullet yoongi 😩, hand kink, strong language, explicit smut — clothed sex, breast kink, yoongi has a filthy mouth ffs, a mix of degradation & praise 🤌🏻, light breeding kink, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, biting/scratching, name calling, hair pulling, nipple play, clit pinching, cowgirl, sloppy kisses, creampie, cockwarming, slight overstimulation

note: yeah i’m not explaining myself this is this & the only way i know how to channel my unhinged yoongi thirst because WTF he looks so fcking hot i love that man more each day it’s tough as a yoongi stan yoongi marry me 😩🫦🤰🏻 also tryna manifest yoongi selca from this shoot heh 🧘🏻‍♀️

selca - selfie

“Hey cowboy.”

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