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OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD I AM CRYING I AM LITERLALLY CRYING HELLO THANK YOUS O SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR 1K NOTES ON ANY OF MY POSTS I AM SO GOING INSANNE RN I WANNA RUN 50 LAPS THIS IS AWESOME HELLO ????? (FIC COMING TONIGHT JUST BC IM IN A GOOD MOOD AND IDC ABOUT MY EXAMS FUCK THIS SHIT)

「 Size Matters, right? - Yungi 」

"Tsk.. you don't even know whose cock you’re taking, do you?"

~ "Reader makes a joke about their sizes so they play a game to see if reader can tell who's fucking them" - req. by anon

pairing: yungi x fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: you just love testing these two... until they test you to the verge of snapping, making you beg.

wc: 4.9k

warnings: rough!yungi, teasing, blindfold, multiple orgasms, lots of cum, kissing, fingering, double penetration, double fingering, dirty talk + degrading (slut), possessiveness, intent of free use, let's say they're fwb, they switch way too many times, begging, multiple rounds, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!!), completely consensual, for sure forgot something, might edit later.

Author's Note: tysm anon for this request hello... i need holy water now ty 🤡 it was *insanenly intense*. hope to see you again around !!!! if you request again lmk if it was up to your expectations ^^ or simply lmk in the request form love youuu

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.

The night had started out innocent enough—at least, as innocent as things ever got between the three of you.

You were wedged between them on the couch, Yunho on your left, Mingi on your right, warmth seeping from their bodies into yours. A movie was playing, but none of you were watching. Not with the way their hands had started to wander.

Yunho’s fingers were tracing slow, absentminded circles on your thigh, just barely under the hem of your shorts. Mingi was less subtle, his palm resting on your hip, fingers occasionally squeezing as if reminding you of his presence. You could feel the tension crackling in the air, thick with anticipation. It was always like this with them—slow, drawn-out teasing before one of you finally snapped.

But tonight? Tonight, you were feeling bold.

You shifted, letting your hand drift casually onto Yunho’s lap. His thigh tensed beneath your palm, and you smirked to yourself. Without hesitation, you let your other hand move to Mingi, your fingers pressing lightly against his inner thigh. The way he stiffened under your touch made a spark of satisfaction flicker through you.

"Mm," you hummed, nails lightly scraping over Yunho’s clothed thigh before giving Mingi the same treatment. "I don’t think you guys understand just how well I know you."

Yunho exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around your leg. "Oh?"

Mingi raised a brow, his hand pressing more firmly against your hip. "Is that so?"

You bit back a smirk, fingers inching higher on both of them. "Mhm. I know you both so well… I could probably tell who’s fucking me with my eyes closed."

Silence.

Then Yunho laughed, the sound dark and low. "Oh, really?"

Mingi scoffed, tilting his head. "That’s a bold claim, sweetheart."

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance as you lightly squeezed their thighs. "It’s not a claim, it’s a fact." You leaned in slightly, voice dropping to something more sultry. "I’ve been fucked by you two enough times to know the difference."

That got their attention.

Mingi’s grip on your hip turned bruising, his fingers digging into your flesh. Yunho’s hand slid further up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your shorts higher. They shared a look above your head, something dark and knowing, before Yunho turned back to you, his smile slow and dangerous.

"You sure about that?"

Your smirk widened. "Positive."

Mingi hummed, his fingers trailing up your arm. "That so?"

Yunho exhaled, amusement laced with something far more sinister. "Then we should test that."

You blinked, the weight of their words settling in. "Test—?"

Mingi’s lips brushed against your ear. "If you’re so confident, baby, let’s see you prove it." Yunho’s other hand came up, fingers gently tracing your jaw. “Let's… blindfold you.”

Your breath caught, but neither of them gave you a chance to react.

"Then we’ll take turns fucking you," Mingi continued, his voice dropping lower. "And you’re gonna guess who’s inside you."

Yunho’s lips curled into a smirk. "And only when you get it right will we let you cum."

Your stomach clenched, heat pooling low in your belly.

Mingi chuckled at your silence, his palm sliding down to squeeze your thigh. "Oh, what’s wrong, sweetheart?"

Yunho tilted his head. "You were so confident just a second ago."

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Mingi and Yunho didn’t stop smirking at you, their amusement growing as Yunho leaned closer. Before you had a chance to react, his hand slipped down your body, moving with a slow confidence that made you shiver.

"Jesus, you’re already so wet…" Yunho’s fingers slid past the waistband of your panties, the soft fabric brushing your sensitive skin before diving straight between your folds. He barely gave you a chance to adjust, slipping two fingers in slowly, stretching you open just enough for him to feel your heat.

You gasped, your body tightening at the sudden intrusion. "What’s the matter, baby?" Yunho’s voice was low, almost smug, as he dragged his fingers deeper, forcing you to grind down onto his hand. "Did you think you could just tease us and get away with it?"

Yunho’s thumb moved up to circle your clit, pressing firmly and teasingly as he kept his fingers deep inside you. "So, you were saying," he purred, his gaze flicking to Mingi, then back to you. "You think you can tell who’s fucking you, huh?"

You couldn’t stop yourself from whining, the pressure building in your core. You blinked up at Yunho, trying to focus, but your head was spinning. "I-I’m sure…"

"Sure about what?" Yunho taunted, curling his fingers inside you to make you jerk against his hand. "That you’ll know exactly who’s who by our cocks?" He added, his voice turning darker, rougher. "We’ll see about that."

Mingi chuckled, the sound deep and amused. "She thinks she knows? Interesting." he said as his hand slipped beneath your shirt, cupping your breasts.

Yunho started pumping his fingers in and out, each stroke rough and punishing as he continued to work you open. "You think you can guess?" he growled, his lips curling into a twisted grin. "Because if you’re wrong… we won’t let you cum.."

You moaned softly, squeezing your eyes shut, your hips moving of their own accord. "I’ll guess," you said, breathless. "I can tell."

Mingi moved closer, dragging a finger lightly down your jaw, tilting your face so that you had to look at him. "Tell us, then," he purred, the challenge clear in his voice. "Tell us how badly you want us."

Yunho’s fingers slid in deeper, harder, his thumb circling your clit in rhythmic, relentless movements. "Tell us, sweetheart," he grunted. "Who’s got you this wet, hm?”

Your answer was nothing but a soft gasp, your body moving involuntarily as Yunho fucked his fingers into you, curling them at just the right angle.

"You don’t even know, do you?" Yunho hissed, suddenly pulling his fingers out of you, leaving you wanting more. “Such a little slut… Guess you’ll have to find out the hard way."

Mingi’s eager hands gripped your waist as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground, spinning you around and throwing you onto the bed with a slight chuckle. Your breath caught as you bounced on the mattress, heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. He towered over you in an instant, a hunger in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Ready to play, sweetheart?" he growled, a wicked grin curving his lips.

Before you could respond, Mingi reached over to the nightstand, his movements swift and practiced, pulling a black silk blindfold from the drawer. He was already stripping it open, his eyes never leaving yours as he tied it around your head, blocking out all sight and plunging you into complete darkness.

A soft, teasing chuckle escaped Yunho’s lips as he leaned against the doorframe, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Look at you, Mingi," he teased, "as eager as she is. I guess she’s rubbing off on you."

Mingi shot Yunho a playful, half-resentful glare before positioning himself on the bed. "I can’t help it," he muttered, hovering over you as his hands roamed your body. "She’s so fucking irresistible."

You could feel the heat of Mingi’s body hovering just above yours, his breath tickling your skin as Yunho slowly walked closer, smirking at the scene unfolding. Mingi slid his hands to your hips, pinning you down, his fingers digging into the soft skin. "Don’t worry," he murmured, his voice low and full of promise, "we’ll get this game started real soon."

Yunho chuckled again, shaking his head, but the amusement in his gaze was unmistakable. "You think she’s ready for what we’re about to do?" he teased Mingi, his voice soft but dripping with intent.

Mingi smirked, his hands gently trailing up your thighs before resting on your hips. "Oh, she’s ready. Isn’t that right, baby?" he whispered, before planting a gentle kiss against your neck, moving slowly, deliberately.

You shivered, nodding your head even though you couldn’t see them, feeling your pulse quicken as the tension between you three thickened. The anticipation, the waiting, was almost too much to bear. But then, Mingi’s fingers traced over your body, touching you everywhere, making you ache for more.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he teased, voice dipping low. "You ready to play along? Guess who’s fucking you?"

You swallowed thickly, already trembling under the touch of their hands, knowing the game had just begun.

The rustling of clothes fills the room, each piece hitting the floor with a soft thud. Even blindfolded, you can hear them, sense the way they move around you like predators circling prey. Then, Yunho’s hands are on you—strong, demanding.

"Up." His tone leaves no room for hesitation. He manhandles you with ease, lifting you into his lap as he leans back against the headboard. Your back presses against his firm chest, his legs spread wide beneath you, forcing yours open. His hands grip your thighs, keeping them in place. Trapped.

"There we go, baby," he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement. "Right where we want you."

Then there’s Mingi.

Settling between your legs, he lets out a low groan at the sight of your soaked panties. He presses two fingers against the damp fabric, dragging them up your slit slowly, teasingly.

"Look at this mess, Yunho." His voice is thick with mockery. "She’s already dripping onto your thighs."

Yunho chuckles, his breath hot against your ear. His hands move up, palms grazing your stomach before sliding to your chest. He cups your breasts, thumbs flicking over your already sensitive nipples.

"Of course she is," he muses, rolling one nipple between his fingers, tugging just enough to make you whimper. "She loves being used."

Before you can protest—not that you’d ever dare—Mingi hooks his fingers into your panties, dragging them down your thighs. The cool air barely has a chance to touch your soaked core before he pushes two fingers inside you, knuckles deep without warning.

A gasp rips from your throat, your body jerking, but Yunho tightens his hold, keeping you locked against him.

"Tsk, tsk," Mingi murmurs, curling his fingers inside you. "So fucking tight, and we haven’t even started."

"She can take more," Yunho says smoothly, his free hand sliding down your stomach. Before you can even process it, his fingers press against your entrance, slipping inside beside Mingi’s.

Your body tenses—overwhelmed, stretched, full—but neither of them give you a moment to adjust. They move in tandem, pushing deeper, working you open with no patience, no mercy. Your moans come in breathless little sobs, hips twitching between them.

"That’s it," Mingi coos mockingly, his thumb rubbing slow, taunting circles over your clit. "Take it like the desperate little thing you are."

Yunho’s lips graze your ear, his voice dangerously soft. "Who’s gonna break you first, baby?"

Mingi smirks, watching your body tremble.

"Doesn’t matter." His fingers pump harder, faster, sending shockwaves through you. "She’s gonna take us both anyway."

Yunho’s fingers keep working inside you, matching Mingi’s pace, stretching you open without an ounce of patience. The two of them are relentless, their movements synced—one thrusting deep, the other pressing against that sweet spot inside you that has your legs trembling.

Your moans are ragged, breath hitching every time their fingers push deeper. Mingi’s thumb flicks over your clit, teasing, taunting.

"She’s getting close," he murmurs, watching the way your body reacts. "Think we should let her cum?"

Yunho only smirks, locking eyes with him. A silent message passes between them.

Who’s taking her first?

Mingi tilts his head, considering. Then, he chuckles darkly. "Go ahead.” he signals.

The second the decision is made, they pull their fingers out at the same time. The sudden emptiness makes you whimper, thighs twitching as your walls clench around nothing. But before you can even process the loss, Yunho is already moving.

He grips your waist, lifting you with ease before placing you on the bed, your body sinking into the mattress. Both men hover over you, their eyes dark, predatory.

"Fuck, look at her," Mingi murmurs, raking his gaze down your body. "Completely ruined, and we haven’t even started."

Your chest rises and falls with uneven breaths, the blindfold still robbing you of sight. But you can feel their eyes on you—devouring, consuming. The way they hover, the heat radiating off their bare skin, the way Yunho’s weight dips the bed as he moves between your legs.

Then, a soft metallic clink.

One. Then another.

They’re taking off their rings.

Your lips part, realization hitting you hard. They’re making it impossible for you to tell who’s inside you.

"That's fucking mean," you whisper, barely audible.

Mingi clicks his tongue, fingers tracing over your trembling thighs. "Aw, baby, you look so nervous." His voice is laced with amusement, but there’s nothing comforting about it. "What’s wrong? Can’t tell who’s about to ruin you?"

You open your mouth to say something—anything—but then one of them moves between your legs.

No warning. No words.

Just the thick, aching heat of a cock dragging through your soaked folds, teasing, testing.

And then—he thrusts in.

Your body shatters around the stretch, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat as he sinks in deep. No patience, no hesitation—just one smooth, brutal thrust until he’s buried to the hilt, your walls tightening around him as you struggle to adjust.

He doesn’t make a sound.

No moans, no teasing, not even a sharp inhale. Just the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress, the heavy grip on your thighs keeping you spread wide.

Your lips part, breathless and dazed. "M-Mingi?"

A dark chuckle comes from beside you, but the man inside you? Silent.

Mingi’s fingers brush your jaw, tilting your head towards him. "Is that your guess?" His tone is smug, knowing. "Are you sure?"

Your mind is foggy, thoughts scrambled from the way he’s filling you—slow at first, dragging back just enough to make you feel every inch before slamming back in. Your breath hitches, nails digging into the sheets.

It has to be Mingi. Right? The way he’s holding you down, the way he—

Your thoughts disintegrate when he moves.

The next thrust is ruthless. Deep. Precise. The kind of stroke that knocks the air from your lungs, that makes your back arch off the bed as a cry rips from your throat.

You can’t even think straight.

You try again, voice barely a whisper. "Y-Yunho?"

Silence.

No confirmation. No denial. Just another brutal snap of his hips, deeper this time, dragging a moan from your lips before you can stop it.

"Tsk," Mingi coos, his fingers sliding down your throat, pressing just enough to make your head spin. "You don’t even know whose cock you’re taking, do you?"

You try to focus—on the grip on your waist, the way he moves, the way he stretches you. But it’s useless. He’s fucking you too hard, too deep, your body bouncing with each thrust, your moans breaking into incoherent little sobs.

And the worst part? The man between your legs still hasn’t said a damn thing.

Just fucking you into the mattress, watching you come undone, knowing you’ll never guess right.

And you don’t.

Because at this point, it doesn’t even matter.

The man inside you—Yunho (you think, you hope)—doesn’t hold back. His thrusts are deep, brutal, every stroke sinking to the hilt before pulling back just enough to make you feel the loss, only to slam back in harder. Your body jerks with every movement, helpless beneath him, completely at his mercy.

And he still doesn’t make a sound.

No moans, no taunts, nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin and your breathy, desperate whimpers filling the air. You hate how easily you’re unraveling, how your body is already tightening, clenching around him, the pleasure coiling low in your stomach. You’re close—so close—your fingers gripping the sheets, legs trembling as your orgasm creeps up fast.

"P-Please," you whimper, not even sure who you’re begging. "Let me cum."

You can feel Yunho smirk against your skin. But he doesn’t answer.

Instead, he pulls out.

A sob rips from your throat at the sudden emptiness, your walls clenching around nothing, the pleasure fading into sharp frustration. You try to squeeze your legs shut, to chase something, but a firm hand grips your thighs, spreading you wide again.

Then you hear it.

The subtle shift of bodies. The rustle of movement.

And then—a new cock presses against your entrance.

Mingi.

Or at least, you think it’s Mingi. You don’t even have time to guess before he thrusts in, just as deep, just as brutal, splitting you open like you were made for this.

A strangled moan escapes your lips, your brain scrambling to figure out who it is, to recognize the way he moves, the way he fills you. But it’s impossible. You can barely focus with the way he’s pounding into you, each thrust hitting exactly where you need, dragging you right back to the edge of pleasure.

Your body tenses, tightening around him, ready to snap—

And then he pulls out too.

"No," you cry, voice breaking.

A deep chuckle. "Poor thing," Mingi murmurs, but you can’t tell if it’s him who was just inside you or if he’s sitting back, watching.

Your head is spinning, your body aching, but there’s no time to think—because once again, a new cock presses against your entrance.

Yunho.

Or maybe Mingi.

You have no idea.

The stretch is immediate, the fullness almost unbearable after being denied twice, but you can’t even bring yourself to care anymore. Your mind is nothing but static, your body trembling as they take turns with you, switching again and again, keeping you on the edge but never letting you fall.

Your thighs burn, your skin slick with sweat, your voice hoarse from begging.

But then—

When the next body presses against you, when the next cock slides inside, you feel it.

The way he angles himself. The way his hips roll slightly different.

Your body is trembling, every nerve alight with overstimulation, your mind fogged by the endless cycle of pleasure and denial. You don’t even know how many times they’ve switched, how many times they’ve pushed you to the brink only to rip it away at the last second.

But this time—this time, you know.

The second he thrusts back in, the stretch, the curve of him—it clicks.

"Yunho," you gasp, your voice wrecked from begging, from moaning, from taking.

For the first time, he makes a sound. A low, dark chuckle rumbles from his chest, and his grip on your waist tightens.

"Finally," Mingi muses from beside you, his tone laced with amusement. His hand ghosts over your jaw, tilting your face towards him. His lips brush against your ear, breath hot. "You really are a good little slut, huh? Figuring out who’s using you like this?"

A wave of heat washes over you at the praise, your thighs twitching, desperate for friction. But before you can get lost in it—before you can even think of chasing that pleasure—Yunho pulls out.

Your whole body jolts from the loss, a strangled sob escaping your lips.

"Shh," Mingi soothes, though there’s nothing gentle about the way he grips your throat, forcing your head back. His thumb strokes over your pulse, feeling how erratic it is. "You don’t think we’d let you cum that easily, do you?"

You whimper, shaking your head, because you already know the answer.

"Good girl," he purrs, pressing a slow, taunting kiss to your jaw before pulling back.

Then, his next words make your stomach drop.

"Yunho. Pick her up."

A rush of air fills your lungs as strong arms hook under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. Your body is weightless, dizzy with exhaustion, but you feel the way Yunho settles back against the headboard, the broad expanse of his chest supporting you as he spreads your legs wide over his lap. And then—Mingi moves between them. Your breath stutters.

You barely have a second to react before Mingi’s hands grip your thighs, pushing them even wider as he presses himself against you. The slick drag of him against your already stretched entrance makes your head spin, the reality of what’s about to happen sinking in.

"Oh," you whisper, voice shaky.

Mingi smirks, dragging the head of his cock over your swollen, ruined cunt.

"Oh," he mocks, his voice dripping with amusement. "She finally gets it."

You barely get a chance to prepare before Yunho tightens his grip on your waist, and the pressure between your legs doubles.

And then—

They sink in together.

Your vision whites out, your body convulsing from the impossible stretch, the overwhelming fullness, the way they force you open, taking everything they give.

"Fuck," Mingi growls, voice strained. "She’s taking us both so fucking well."

Yunho doesn’t say a word. He just moves.

And the last coherent thought you have is that they still haven’t let you cum.

And you have no idea when they will.

The world outside your body seems to disappear as they continue, the overwhelming sensation of being stretched in both directions, filled and claimed in ways that make your head spin. The steady rhythm of their thrusts has your body writhing beneath them, and your chest rises and falls erratically with each deep push. They’re relentless. Neither one of them lets up, their hips slamming into yours with a force that has you gasping for air, your nails digging into the sheets beneath you.

You can barely keep track of who's inside you anymore. Your body’s giving itself over completely, the pressure building relentlessly as both men move in perfect harmony. Their pace never falters, pushing you to the brink of overwhelming pleasure, but they don't let you reach it. Not yet.

Every thrust is deeper, harder, until it feels like you’re being driven into the mattress, your body lifted slightly with each savage movement. The relentless pounding has you gasping for breath, your legs trembling with the intensity of their touch. You’re on the edge—so close—but then it happens again: they pull back.

You whimper, lost in the pleasure and the frustration, your body trembling with need.

"Please," you beg, your voice breaking, barely able to form the words. "Please... let me... please..."

Mingi chuckles low, his grip tightening around your hips. "Begging already? You’re a desperate little slut, huh?" His words are a mixture of praise and command, teasing you with the harsh edge of his tone.

Yunho doesn't respond with words, but the way he drives into you next, the sheer force of his movement, speaks louder than anything he could have said. You cry out, tears filling your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. The sounds of their movements and your moans fill the room, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. But still, they don’t let you tip over.

"You're gonna beg for it, aren't you?" Mingi murmurs, voice hushed but full of dark amusement. His hands roam over your body, touching, teasing, leaving you desperate for more. "Beg for us, baby. Beg us to let you cum."

You shake your head in disbelief, the frustration building to an unbearable point. "Please, please... I need it," you beg, voice trembling, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I need to cum... please."

Yunho grits his teeth, his hips snapping faster, deeper, forcing you to take every inch. The way he pushes into you, the way his body moves against yours—there’s no stopping it, no controlling it. You can feel the tension coiling tighter in your stomach, every thrust driving you closer to the edge, but the denial is unbearable.

Then—finally—they relent.

Mingi leans down, his lips crashing against yours in a rough, passionate kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, claiming you as he thrusts harder. At the same time, Yunho’s hand slips between your legs, finding your clit, and his fingers begin to work it in tight, controlled circles.

Your body jolts at the touch, the sudden rush of sensation overwhelming, and without warning, the pressure in your core snaps. You’re spiraling, tumbling over the edge as they push you past every boundary. Your body trembles beneath them, your cries of pleasure swallowed by Mingi’s kiss, the heat and the relief washing over you in waves.

Yunho doesn’t stop, his fingers never ceasing their movement as your orgasm wracks through your body, leaving you gasping, panting, writhing in the aftermath.

Mingi pulls back from the kiss, his grin dark and satisfied. "That’s it," he murmurs. "Good girl. You did so well."

Your body is trembling, raw from the intense pleasure and the overwhelming teasing, but they’re not done with you yet. You’re spent, but still, the deep, relentless pounding continues, pushing you to the edge again. The air is thick with their dominance, their control over you, and it leaves you gasping for breath, struggling to keep up with their relentless pace.

Mingi leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re taking us so well, little slut,” he growls, his hands gripping your hips as he drives into you harder, deeper, pushing you further into the bed. The sensation is almost too much, and yet, you can’t help but want more. Every inch of you craves it—more of them, more of their control, more of the feeling of being filled and used like this.

But then—Yunho.

You hear the soft click of a drawer beside him. You can’t even process it before he pulls something small from the drawer—a vibrator. A small, sleek bullet, cold against your skin for a split second before he presses it against your clit.

You gasp. The sensation is too much. Your body tenses, already sensitive from the constant stimulation, and Yunho doesn’t waste a moment. The tiny vibrator buzzes against you, sending shocks of pleasure that make your body jolt. You can barely think as Mingi keeps fucking into you with no mercy, your body being pounded relentlessly, your mind spinning with the overload of sensation.

Yunho’s fingers work the vibrator over your clit with precision, each pulse sending you closer and closer to the edge. You’re shaking, completely at their mercy, unable to do anything but moan and beg as they continue. Your walls tighten around Mingi, and the pressure is almost unbearable.

And then, as the vibrator presses harder, the combination of the pounding and the stimulation hits you like a wave. Your body tenses, and a cry escapes your lips as your orgasm crashes over you. It’s intense, overwhelming, and your entire body clenches, the sensations rippling through you as you come.

But they’re not done yet.

As you tremble, still recovering from the overwhelming wave of pleasure, Mingi growls in satisfaction, his grip tightening around you, forcing you to stay in place as Yunho never stops, his fingers still pressing the vibrator against your clit. The pressure builds again, too much to bear, but you can’t pull away—you're trapped in this endless cycle of pleasure and denial.

They move together, pushing you past every limit you thought you had. The intensity is almost cruel, and they’re relentless in their control over you, taking their pleasure while you give in to theirs.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they both cum, filling you up with their warmth. But even then, they don’t let up. Yunho pulls the vibrator away, but only for a second, making you shudder at the sudden absence before he presses it back, causing another wave of pleasure to pulse through you.

After everything, the room is thick with the weight of what just happened. Your body feels heavy, spent from the overwhelming pleasure. They both stay still for a moment, allowing the warmth of their thick cum to settle deep inside you. You can feel the mess, but neither one of them makes you move just yet.

Yunho pulls out first, his release dripping from you onto the mattress beneath. Mingi watches closely, his gaze dark with satisfaction. The moment is quiet, but the tension in the air is palpable.

“Look at you,” Mingi says softly, a slight smirk on his lips. His hands move to your thighs, gently soothing the tense muscles, his fingers gliding over your skin in slow, comforting strokes. “You did so well, baby.”

Yunho leans down to kiss your forehead, his lips soft against your skin. His hand brushes away the stray strands of hair clinging to your face. “You’re amazing,” he murmurs, his voice low, soft, and full of praise. “You handled us better than we expected.”

They give you a moment to breathe, their hands gentle against your skin. Yunho slowly reaches for the blindfold, carefully pulling it from your eyes. As the fabric slides away, you blink against the light, your gaze meeting theirs. Your eyes are still teary, and they drink in the sight of you—exhausted, yet somehow still aroused.

Mingi leans in, his fingers softly tracing the outline of your jaw. “How are you feeling, baby?” he asks, his voice laced with concern despite the teasing edge. He’s still watching you carefully, his fingers gentle as they rub the tender skin of your inner thighs. “We didn’t go too far, did we?”

Yunho smiles at the sight of you, his thumb brushing over your lips. “Good girl,” he says, his words soft but full of meaning. “You’re so beautiful when you’re completely ours.. completely for our own use.”

They both stay close, offering tender aftercare, letting the intensity of the moment fade as they care for you. Their hands, their words, their presence—everything about them is gentle, grounding you after the storm.

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mingi-s-dimples · 2 months ago

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i should post sth soon been mia for way too fucking long i feel bad

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mingi-s-dimples · 3 months ago

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ahhh tysm !! 🤍🤍

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Across Stardust - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | soulmate au, idol!yunho x makeup artist!reader (ONGOING)

you and yunho have worked together for years, idol and makeup artist, but until today you’ve never touched him skin to skin. when the world tilts on its head from just a brush of his cheek, you realize he’s so much more than a crush, he’s your soulmate.

Summer nights | Summer's End - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | roommates au (COMPLETED)

he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves.

Guard Dog | part 2 - @beenbaanbuun | hybrid au, hybrid!yunho

Ok, Cowboy - @everyonewooeverywhere (✴) | strangers to lovers au, cowboy mechanic!yunho (ONGOING)

when you come into his shop to get your boyfriend's car fixed, yunho can help but wonder what a hardworking, pretty girl like you is doing with someone so...pathetic. and maybe, just maybe, he feels like he could treat you better.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Guerilla | bonus - @sorryimananti-romantic ✴ | serial killer doctor!yunho x crime fiction writer!reader (COMPLETED)

you're a crime fiction writer and you move in with dr. jeong yunho despite his strange, strict house rules. he's very private and you don't mind that, but he's also very cold and unapproachable and you're determined to crack through his walls. little did you know your obsession with gore and crime would melt his heart. Soon, you find yourself tangled in lies, secrets and a detective from your past who suspects yunho and his gang as you navigate thru your relationship with him.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Oneshots and drabbles ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sudden + (A)cute - @eoieopda | friends to lovers au

jeong yunho’s got a serious case of downbaditis — oh, and also a cold.

Stupid In Love - @koyagifs | soon to be parent!au

yunho so excited to become a father, he was determined to make your babymoon the most memorable memory for you.

Antithesis - @kitten4sannie ✴ | spiderman/venom bf!yunho

your boyfriend is going through a phase.

Sixth Sense - @pirateprincessblog | spiderman au, enemies to lovers au, spiderman!yunho x villain!reader

while all of the city loves their superhero and is ready to defend him with their lives, you seem to be the only fool looking at the bigger picture. and the only one to loathe spiderman.

Pressure Points - @jinkoh ✴ | physiotherapist!yunho

your physical therapy is getting very physical

Love Again - @xomakara ✴ | single parent au, single parent!yunho x single parent!reader

You're a lonely single mother sleeping with your coworker, Yunho, who is also a lonely single dad, for the past few months. One night, after a passionate moment, Yunho suggests that maybe it's time for your daughter and his daughter to finally meet.

P☆RNST☆R - @slutforwoo ✴ | nerd!yunho x gothcamgirl!reader

Yunho’s friends notice him overworking himself like never before. Hongjoong, being the good friend he is, recommends his favorite camgirl. In hopes he can start to destress himself. But being the workaholic he is, he decides to start tutoring for extra cash. Y/n is failing her chemistry classes again. Again. On probation with the school, she agrees to get a tutor. Well, who would’ve thought that tutor would end up being Yunho, and that during one of their study sessions he’ll recognize that back tattoo of his new favorite pastime? Guess we have to find out, don’t we?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Drill - @byuntrash101 ✴

yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill"

Prove Her Wrong - @kp-alice ✴ | sub bf!yunho

Yunho knew that what that stranger had said to him back then wasn't true. He quite literally had physical evidence to prove it. And yet, he couldn't help but think about her comment a little too often.

Can't Get Rid Of You - @yunniverse | academic rivals to lovers au

both you and yunho are chosen to attend the same conference, staying in a local hotel, only there’s only one room, and you both seemingly hate each other

Is that me? - @evenyvn | streamer!yunho x gf!reader

in which yunho makes his in game avatar eerily similar to you and thought no one will notice.

Raw Need - @mingi-s-dimples ✴ | omegaverse au, alpha!yunho x omega!reader

your first rut washed rough over you... and even if you didn't wanna do anything about it... your man made sure he'd fuck you senseless thru your rut.

Highs And Lows - @slutteok ✴ | gamer!yunho

you and yunho always joked about getting a dog bed.

09:12 - @atinyslittleworld | protective friend!yunho

Yunho’s protective instincts surface when a persistent stalker confronts Y/N, revealing his possessive side and sparking unexpected emotions.

23:13 PM - @hwaightme | bf!yunho

to be loved is to be heard, and yunho reminds you of this again and again, knowing you beyond the literal and the expected.

Dibs - @s4nniebe4r | rival!yunho

somebody keeps stealing your favorite chair

Find You In My Heart - @anxiouscherubs ✴ | friends to lovers au

the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve… what’s been in front of you all along.

Playing In Glass Houses - @honeyhotteoks ✴

the idea was simple, buy a new toy and spice up your relationship. you didn’t expect it to be like this.

The Fall - @honeyhotteoks | idol bf!yunho x dancer!reader

during dance practice for the upcoming tour, you fall from a dangerous position, yunho reacts and gets you to the hospital.

In The Act - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | roommate!yunho

you and yunho are roommates. he never comes home early, except for the one time he does and catches you in the middle of touching yourself and moaning his name.

Darling Mine - @yuyusbabygirl ✴

You spend the night at your boyfriend's place for the first time and he really likes it when you wear his clothes

Pretty Hands - @starcrossedmusings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

You and Yunho have been friends for years, and you tell each other everything. He suddenly takes a much more vested interest in your love life when you can't stop mentioning your newest interest.

Too Sweet - @hongjoongspoetry ✴ | upcoming rockstar!yunho, opposites attract au

Two complete opposites who are quickly falling for each other, one wanting more but the other afraid of all the things that could go wrong.

Testing The Waters - @stayteezdreams | friends to lovers au

While attending a Halloween party, you learn Yunho's mystery costume was really just a plan to make his feelings for you a bit more obvious.

Tension And Desires - @xomakara ✴ | oblivious friends to lovers au

You and Yunho are friends who are oblivious to each other's feelings. Despite the playful animosity between you two, a strong sexual tension simmers beneath the surface. After a night of flirting and drinking, you finally give in to your desires…

Snuggles And Cuddles - @makeitmingi | drunk bf!yunho

Yunho has the best alcohol tolerance amongst his friends. However, after a night out, you didn't think that his best friend would bring him home, absolutely wasted. Seems like alcohol unlocks a whole new side of your boyfriend you didn't know existed

Kinktober 2024 : Breeding - @desirehorizon ✴

an innocent question to your boyfriend leaves you pumped full of his cum - what an evening!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Puppy With An MAcc - @kp-alice | client!yunho x dominatrix!reader

Despite officially retiring as a professional dominatrix months ago, there's one client you've decided to keep. Maybe it's because of the generous amount he pays, or maybe, just maybe, it's more than that. With the lines between the two of you continuously blurring, you can't help but return every time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A "First" Date - @wooyoungiewritings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

Your best friend Yunho and you always find dates for each other, trying to help each other out with love. You always try to find the best ones for each other, but one day, Yunho sets you up with his “friend”, and you quickly realize that your best friend wants to prove a point. And maybe he actually knows you better than you think - in multiple ways.

All I Want For Christmas Is You - @starrysvn | friends to lovers au, fake dating au

college christmas parties, one way or another, always offered you the clarity you needed. like when you asked your friend yunho to be your fake boyfriend for the holidays

Feeling Like I Do - @sorryimananti-romantic | best friends to lovers au

you and yunho have been best friends since forever and neighbours for a while, and you find it harder with each passing day to hide your feelings for him.

Player 9 - @pirateprincessblog ✴ | football player/coach!yunho x aunt!reader

finally reuniting with your family after years of working abroad, your six year old nephew doesn't leave your side. he wants you to take him to school, he wants to do his homework with you, he wants to sit on your lap during meals, and he wants you to watch his football practice. how convenient that you're almost always alone on that stadium, and that his coach is just the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life.

Muse - @yunholuvrr ✴ | model!yunho x photographer!reader

Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

Opposites Attract - @tainsan ✴ | college au, tutor!yunho

you are on the verge of being expelled, so your teacher helps you find a tutor, yet what you weren't expecting was much more than just tutoring sessions.

Come Fly With Me - @hwaightme | pilot!yunho x journalist!reader

Aerophobia - the fear of flying. And clearly, something that your boss has no idea exists. While you curse the universe and the metal bird, your handsome seatmate ponders if it is possible to redirect this flight, from Gwangju, to your heart.

Good Boy - @yuyusboyfriend ✴

helping your roommate with a hard problem...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Puppyboys4you.com - @kitten4sannie ✴ | camboy!yunho

dedicating your hard earned money and free time to your favorite camboy goodboy_99 comes with a lot of perks.

Something To Give Eachother - @sungbeam | childhood best friends to lovers au

yunho might have been the superstar out of the two of you, but you have always been the center of his universe. (you — it's always been you.)

739 Yunho - @potatomountain ✴ |cnc, sexworker!yunho

with sex work legal, it was as readily available as texting *739, filling out the form sent, and either choosing your partner or letting the company choose you. Even the more controversial kinks were accommodated, and that was something you wanted.

Hide And Seek - @kitten4sannie ✴ | cnc, bf!yunho

You and Yunho play your favorite game together.

Hunted - @mulloey ✴ | cnc, internet hookup!yunho

it’s all a game, he says. you’re desperate to play.

[2:12 am] - @hwaflms | bf!yunho

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Do You Have Abs? - @vent-stink

A Special Gift - @xuchiya | bf!yunho

[1:15] - @yuyusgirlie | husband!yunho

Four In The Morning - @ateezmakemeweep ✴ | strangers to lovers au

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Arrogant CEO Yunho Who Gets Knocked Down By His Cute Little Intern - @crimsonbubble ✴ | ceo!yunho x intern!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @seobinghard

Your Skin Is Against My Body - @323cutie ✴

The Way You Look At Me - @323cutie

Anniversaries - @x0x0josephinex0x0 | bf!yunho

Photoshoot - @atinysunbaby | idol!yunho x idol!reader

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mingi-s-dimples · 3 months ago

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Stiletto - P.SH

“Messy... You really got yourself off on my shoe, huh?” ~ Seonghwa for isabel marant... enjoy guys. I loved writing this

pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader genre: 18+ summary: wc: 6k warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub fem!reader, dom/sub dynamic, bdsm implied, heel/shoe kink, size difference, size kink, power play, degradation, humiliation kink, praise kink, begging, begging kink, orgasm denial, objectification, object insertion (heel), grinding, cnc elements (just seems like that), slight breathplay, possessiveness, overstim, rough sex, manipulation, name calling (slut, toy, filthy), ownership kink, orgasm control, forced orgasms, manhandling, safe word mentioned, impact play, spanking, dom subversion, completely consesual!, unprotected, for sure forgot something, will for sure edit later. author's note: I loved writing this, but omfg, I'm so sorry for not posting in so longgggg. As I said in a previous post, I had a small surgery for my CTS and so I'm not entirely allowed to type on my phone buuutttttt I used my laptop and I was able to type without forcing my hand at all!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

The second Seonghwa stepped off the runway, he was moving fast. Not a full sprint, not a reckless rush—but a purposeful stride, his heels clicking against the polished floors with urgency.

He didn’t stop to celebrate, didn’t pause for the post-show chatter. His mind was elsewhere. On you.

You, waiting for him in the hotel room. You, probably curled up on the bed, counting down the minutes until he returned. You, who hadn’t seen him in nearly two weeks because of the relentless runway prep.

He knew you missed him. Knew you needed him. And right now? He needed you just as badly.

By the time he reached the hotel room, his breath was steady, but his pulse wasn’t. A flick of the key card, a push of the door, and— There you were.

Sitting on the bed, legs folded beneath you, looking utterly frozen the moment he stepped inside. Your lips parted slightly, your eyes tracing over him from head to toe, taking him in like you’d never seen anything so breathtaking before.

And Seonghwa knew exactly why. He was still in the outfit from the runway—dark tailored jacket cinched at the waist, sheer fabric teasing at his skin, and the pièce de résistance: the stilettos. Tall. Sleek. Commanding.

He set his bag down near the door, but you didn’t move. Didn’t get up. Didn’t say a word. Seonghwa exhaled a quiet chuckle, something deep and knowing. Slowly, he stepped forward—click. Then another—click. Until he was right in front of you, gazing down at you with something dark and starved in his eyes.

“You’re staring.”

Your lips parted slightly, eyes dragging slowly down his body, drinking him in like you’d never seen anything so devastatingly gorgeous before.

And then you clenched your thighs. Seonghwa saw. His smirk curled into something downright dangerous.

“Oh?” His voice was smooth, teasing. “You like this, don’t you?”

You swallowed thickly, eyes flickering between his heels and the way he towered over you in them. Seonghwa tilted his head, amused. Then, without warning, he lifted his foot—pressing the pointed toe of his stiletto against the top of yours, light but deliberate.

A silent reminder of just how much bigger he was than you. Just how easily he could dominate you.

“You always get like this when I come back from a trip,” he mused, voice velvety smooth. “But this time… it’s worse, isn’t it?”

The heel dragged up your leg—slowly, teasing over your ankle, up your calf. Your breath hitched. Seonghwa watched you, drinking in every reaction, every little shudder. His eyes gleamed, dark with amusement.

“God, you’re so easy,” he murmured, tapping the toe against your thigh. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already falling apart.”

Your fingers curled into the sheets, trying to ground yourself, trying not to let him see just how badly you wanted him.

But Seonghwa was not the type to let things slide.

The toe of his heel pressed higher, parting your thighs just slightly. Your breath caught in your throat.

Seonghwa grinned. “On your knees.”

Your heart skipped.

He didn’t ask. He didn’t suggest. It was a command. One that you obeyed immediately, sinking to the floor without hesitation. The second your knees hit the plush carpet, Seonghwa exhaled a pleased hum, shifting his stance.

“Good girl.”

Then, with deliberate slowness, he lifted his foot again—using the arch of his heel to tip your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“You missed me, didn’t you?” His voice was all honey and sin, dripping with amusement. “Missed being put in your place?”

You swallowed, nodding weakly. But that wasn’t enough.

“Say it.” His tone was firm, expectant.

Your lips parted, voice coming out softer than you intended. “I missed you.”

Seonghwa’s smirk deepened. His foot trailed down, the arch of his shoe dragging along your collarbone, your chest—tracing everywhere except where you wanted him.

“You did?” His tone was almost mocking now, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Tell me how much.”

You exhaled shakily, head foggy, body burning under his gaze. “So much,” you admitted, breath hitching when he pressed the tip of his stiletto against your sternum. “I—I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how—”

You swallowed, cheeks burning.

“About what?” Seonghwa pressed, his voice a touch lower, eyes hungry.

You hesitated, but his foot lowered—trailing past your stomach, the smooth sole gliding over your thighs. Then—finally—he pressed the sharp tip of his shoe right between your legs.

You gasped.

Seonghwa exhaled sharply, something dark flashing across his face. “Oh… you really missed me..”

He applied the tiniest bit of pressure, making your thighs clench around the heel instinctively. His lips parted slightly, exhaling as if the sight alone was fueling something deep inside him.

“I should make you beg for it first,” he murmured, tilting his head, watching the way your breath hitched at every little movement of his foot. “But you’re already soaking, aren’t you?”

His shoe pressed again—just enough to make your hips twitch.

Seonghwa groaned softly, half in amusement, half in satisfaction. His eyes dragged over you, drinking in the sight of you—kneeling beneath him, legs spread, practically trembling from just this.

And then he smiled, something slow and cruel.

“Let’s see if you can cum from this alone.”

And Seonghwa didn’t rush.

He never did.

Dominance was a slow thing, a precise thing—and watching you tremble beneath him, teetering on the edge of desperation, was far too satisfying to end so soon.

He pressed the pointed toe of his stiletto between your legs—just enough to tease, enough to make you feel it, but not enough to give you what you wanted.

You jerked—your body reacting instinctively, a tiny, helpless rut against the arch of his shoe. It was humiliating, how quickly you sought friction, how little it took for you to start falling apart.

He laughed. A soft, cruel chuckle, dark with amusement.

“Oh, doll,” he murmured, tilting his head, lips curling into a smirk. “Are you really this desperate already?”

Your cheeks burned. Your thighs clenched. But you didn’t answer.

He tsked. A slow, disappointed sound.

Then, without warning, his shoe pressed—not enough to satisfy, not enough to let you grind down properly, but just enough to make you ache for it.

Your breath hitched, body jolting as if you could somehow get more from him.

“Pathetic,” he mused, dragging the sole up—a slow, tormenting glide against your clothed heat. “I haven’t even touched you properly, and you’re already acting like a little slut for me.”

You whimpered, fingers gripping the carpet beneath you, body betraying you with the way your hips shifted, seeking anything more than this teasing touch.

Seonghwa just watched, utterly amused.

“You want to ride my heel, don’t you?” he murmured, voice sickeningly sweet. “You want to grind against my shoe like a desperate little thing—” He pressed again, the rigid arch of his stiletto pressing flush against your core, and you gasped. “—until you make a mess all over it.”

Heat pooled in your stomach, shame curling at the edges of your pleasure.

Seonghwa relished it.

“Go on,” he said, voice dark. “Show me how bad you need it.”

You hesitated—just for a second. And that was a mistake.

Because suddenly, Seonghwa lifted his foot away completely.

Your body whined before your voice did—a pathetic little sound catching in your throat as your pleasure was ripped away in an instant.

Seonghwa laughed, slow and mocking.

“Oh, doll,” he cooed, shaking his head. “Did you really think I’d make it that easy for you?”

You swallowed hard, hands trembling, thighs pressing together uselessly in search of the friction he stole.

Then—suddenly—his heel was back.

But this time? He was cruel.

The sharp, stiff curve of the stiletto dragged excruciatingly slow over your core. Up. Down. The smooth leather teasing just enough to feel it, but not enough to push you over the edge.

Your body twitched. Your breath came in shaky, uneven gasps.

And Seonghwa just watched you suffer.

“Look at you,” he murmured, tilting his foot slightly—letting the toe nudge against your sensitive clit in a way that made you jerk. “Falling apart over nothing.”

Your fingers dug into the carpet, your body trembling. It wasn’t enough.

But Seonghwa wouldn’t let you have it.

Not yet.

He wanted you wrecked.

His shoe traced teasing little circles against your core, the thin arch of his stiletto pressing right where you needed him most, but never enough.

“Come on, doll,” he murmured, his voice like silk and sin. “Beg me for it.”

Your lips parted—breathless, burning. But the words wouldn’t come.

He punished you for it.

Because suddenly, his shoe lifted again—just an inch, just enough to deny you properly.

You whimpered.

A slow, knowing smirk stretched across his lips.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, eyes gleaming with delight. “You don’t deserve it yet.”

Your chest heaved. Your thighs trembled. Your body was on the verge of breaking, your arousal soaking through your panties, your hips still shifting helplessly toward him despite the lack of friction.

“So desperate,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I should make you wait longer.”

You whined, lips trembling, but Seonghwa wasn’t done.

His shoe lowered again—but this time, it was relentless.

The sharp tip of his stiletto pressed directly against your clit, firm and precise.

You gasped.

Your body reacted instantly—hips jerking, thighs squeezing, pleasure snapping through your veins.

Seonghwa felt it—watched you tremble, watched your back arch—but he didn’t ease up.

If anything? He pushed harder.

A slow, steady grind of the shoe against you, forcing you to take it. The tip of his stiletto pressing inside, rubbing up, down and in circles over your clit… the heel pressing into your thigh. Everything was damn overwhelming and agonizingly fast.. your orgasm building up as fast.

“Cum for me, doll,” he murmured, his voice soft, deadly. “Show me how much of a mess you can make for me.”

The final push—the sheer command in his voice, the ownership of it—was enough to wreck you. The idea of him literally almost fucking you with his shoe sent lightning-like shudders through your entire body.

Pleasure slammed through you, violent and overwhelming. Your body shook, your hands clawing at the carpet, your breath stuttering out in sharp, desperate gasps as your orgasm tore through you, dragging you under.

Seonghwa groaned—low, dark, satisfied—watching you come undone at his feet.

His heel was soaked—shining with your release—and he loved it.

Slowly, lazily, he dragged his shoe back—watching your body tremble, watching you struggle to come back to yourself.

Then, he crouched down—one hand tilting your chin up, his fingers pressing just enough to remind you who was in control.

His voice was low, velvet-smooth.

“Oh, doll,” he murmured, lips curling into a smirk. “We’re just getting started.”

Seonghwa didn’t move right away.

He just watched you—kneeling before him, body trembling, thighs still twitching in the aftermath of your orgasm. A pathetic little thing, wrecked from nothing but his heel.

A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips.

“Messy,” he murmured, tilting his foot slightly—watching the slick sheen of your release glisten on the leather. “You really got yourself off on my shoe, huh?”

You swallowed hard, heat burning through you. But before you could answer—

He stepped forward.

His stiletto-heeled foot pressed flat against your chest, pushing you back just slightly, forcing you to brace yourself with your hands behind you before your back hit the side of the bed frame, you still being on the floor.

Your breath hitched.

Seonghwa’s eyes darkened, lips parting slightly as he felt you beneath him.

“Stay put,” he murmured.

His foot dragged lower—slow, teasing, the smooth sole pressing against your stomach, then your hips, then between your legs again. A cruel little reminder of what he just did to you.

Your thighs twitched. Your breath was unsteady.

Seonghwa hummed, tilting his head.

“Look at you,” he mused, voice laced with amusement. “Still needy.”

You whimpered, fingers curling against the plush carpet, body hyper aware of the weight of his shoe pressing into you.

And then—slowly, deliberately—he lifted his foot.

Pressed the heel firmly against your thigh.

Pinned you down.

You gasped, your body jerking, but Seonghwa’s weight kept you there. The pressure was just enough—not painful, not quite, but unmistakably dominant.

His smirk deepened.

“God,” he exhaled, dragging the pointed toe of his stiletto up your inner thigh, stopping right at the edge of your ruined underwear. “You’re such a good little thing, letting me step all over you like this.”

Heat flashed through you, your core tightening, your mind spinning at the sheer humiliation of it.

Seonghwa noticed.

His foot pressed just slightly harder against your thigh.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “Like being under my heel. Like being nothing but a fucktoy for me.”

A whimper slipped from your lips. Your hips twitched.

“Oh,” he breathed, something dark and pleased flickering across his face. “I bet you’d let me grind my heel against you until you came again, wouldn’t you?”

The sheer filth of the suggestion sent a shiver through you, made something in your stomach tighten, made your thighs squeeze together—

Or, they tried.

But Seonghwa’s weight kept them pinned open.

His smirk sharpened.

“Filthy,” he murmured, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “And so easy for me.”

Your cheeks burned. Your body burned.

Then, suddenly—his weight shifted.

His heel lifted from your thigh, the pressure on your chest relented, and then—

He stepped back.

A sharp little absence of his touch, his weight, his dominance.

Your breath came in uneven gasps, your body still buzzing with need, your legs still trembling from everything.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he crouched down—one hand gripping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

His eyes were ravenous.

“Tell me what you want, doll,” he murmured, thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

Your breath hitched. Your mind was hazy, body aching for more, and the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“F-Fuck me.”

Seonghwa froze.

Then—slowly—his smirk curled into something dangerous.

“Oh?” His grip tightened, tilting your chin just slightly higher. “You think you’ve earned that?”

You swallowed, pulse hammering.

He exhaled a soft laugh, dark and mocking.

“You can’t even speak properly,” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “You’re so far gone, you can barely breathe—and yet, you have the audacity to tell me what to do?”

Your body shuddered.

His fingers dug into your jaw slightly—not painful, just enough to remind you.

Then, his voice dipped—low, velvety, utterly merciless.

“Beg.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

He leaned in—lips hovering just inches from yours, his grip on your chin firm, his body radiating heat and power.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he murmured, his tone laced with amusement. “Beg like the pathetic, needy little thing you are.”

Your body twitched. Your thighs clenched. Heat pooled low in your stomach, your entire being trembling from the sheer dominance in his voice.

His eyes were locked on yours, his grip unwavering, his expression nothing short of ravenous.

“Go on, doll,” he breathed, lips curling into a smirk. “Let’s see how desperate you can get.”

You swallowed hard, your breath uneven, your thighs trembling under his gaze.

Seonghwa waited.

His grip on your chin was firm—keeping you exactly where he wanted, forcing you to look at him, forcing you to suffer under the weight of his dominance.

His lips curled, slow and cruel. “What’s wrong, doll?” His voice was taunting, his thumb brushing over your parted lips. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

You swallowed, your body burning, your voice nearly caught in your throat.

But that wasn’t enough for him.

Seonghwa’s other hand slid down, fingers gripping your thigh—hard, squeezing just enough to make you whimper. Then, with no warning, he dragged you forward, forcing your body to react, forcing you to cling to him for balance.

“Oh,” he grinned, voice dark with amusement. “You do want it, huh?”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide, hands gripping his jacket for support.

But Seonghwa just laughed.

“Use your fucking words.”

You swallowed hard, shame curling in your stomach, but the desperation won over your pride.

“P—Please,” you exhaled, voice shaky. “Please, Seonghwa.”

His grip on your jaw tightened—just for a second, just enough to remind you.

“That’s a start,” he murmured. “But I know you can do better.”

Your body burned, your face hot with humiliation, but you needed him too badly to fight it.

So you begged.

“Please—fuck me, Seonghwa,” you gasped, your thighs trembling. “Please, I—I need it so bad, I need you—”

His grip yanked you forward again, his stiletto-clad foot sliding between your legs, spreading them wider.

He groaned at the sight—at the sheer desperation of you, at how easily you let him control you.

“That’s more like it,” he murmured, mocking. “But let’s see if you really deserve it.”

And then—finally—he moved.

With effortless strength, he lifted you, manhandling you like you weighed nothing. Your breath hitched, a shocked little gasp escaping as he turned and dropped you onto the edge of the bed.

The second your body hit the mattress, he was on you.

His hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart ruthlessly, exposing the soaked fabric of your panties. His lips curled, something dark and satisfied flashing across his face.

“Fucking soaked,” he muttered, fingers slipping beneath the waistband. “All that from just begging for me?”

You whimpered, hips twitching, but Seonghwa didn’t wait for a response.

He ripped the fabric down—yanking your ruined panties off in one swift motion and tossing them aside like they meant nothing.

Then, without a single second of hesitation—

He freed himself.

But he didn’t bother getting undressed.

No—Seonghwa was too impatient for that, too hungry.

He undid his belt with swift precision, unzipped his pants, and pushed them just halfway down—only enough to free his aching cock, the tip dripping, enough to fuck you without wasting another second.

You barely had time to process it before he grabbed your hips and lined himself up.

His tip pressed against your entrance—hot, hard, teasing—and your body jerked in anticipation, a desperate whimper slipping from your lips.

Seonghwa grinned.

Then—without warning—he slammed inside.

Your sharp gasp filled the room, your back arching as he filled you in one ruthless thrust—stretching you instantly, pushing deep without hesitation, without mercy.

Seonghwa groaned, his head falling forward for a moment, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, voice strained with pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Your breath came in uneven, your body struggling to take him, to adjust to his sheer size, but Seonghwa didn’t wait for that.

No—he was already moving.

Already fucking you.

Hard. Deep. Unrelenting.

His grip on your thighs tightened, forcing them wider, forcing you to take every ruthless snap of his hips.

Your hands grasped at the sheets, your voice breaking into helpless little whimpers with every thrust.

Seonghwa watched you.

His expression was dark, starved, utterly wrecked by the way you clenched around him.

And yet—his taunts didn’t stop.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with pleasure. “Letting me fuck you like this—still wearing your fucking skirt, legs spread for me like a desperate little slut.”

You moaned—a humiliating, helpless sound, your body responding to every cruel word, every praise laced with degradation.

Seonghwa’s grin widened.

“Oh,” he groaned, his thrusts snapping deeper, his grip bruising. “You like that, don’t you?”

You nodded frantically, your voice nearly breaking.

“Y-Yes,” you gasped, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Yes—fuck, I—”

Seonghwa growled, his hands shoving your legs even wider, forcing you open for him.

“Say it,” he demanded, his thrusts slamming into you, his tone firm, expectant. “Tell me how much you love being used like this.”

Your whimper broke into a moan, the pleasure building unbearably fast, your body shaking from how deep he was, how ruthless he was.

“I—” You gasped, struggling to breathe, struggling to speak as his pace only got rougher.

But Seonghwa wasn’t patient.

A sharp slap landed against your thigh, his palm stinging against your heated skin.

“Say it.”

Your body jerked, pleasure slamming through you, and the words spilled before you could stop them.

“I—I love it,” you cried, your voice cracking. “I love it—I love being used by you, I—”

A sharp groan left Seonghwa’s lips, his pace faltering just slightly—as if your confession had done something to him, as if hearing it had pushed him further.

Then—suddenly—his hand wrapped around your throat.

Not squeezing. Just holding. Just owning.

His thumb pressed against your pulse, feeling how wild it was, how your body shook under him, how your walls clenched desperately around him.

His breath was uneven, his smirk lazy but ravenous.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured, his voice all silk and sin.

Then—without warning—his grip tightened just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Now cum for me.”

And with one final, brutal thrust—

You broke.

The orgasm slammed into you like a fucking wrecking ball.

Your body seized—your back arching, your thighs shaking, your vision blurring as waves of unbearable pleasure ripped through you.

And your voice?

It broke.

“Seonghwa—!”

His name tore from your lips in a shattered moan, raw and desperate, spilling out in a way that sounded utterly ruined.

And the second he heard it—

He snapped.

Seonghwa groaned, a sound so deep, so primal, as if your pleasure had wrecked him just as much as it wrecked you. His fingers tightened on your throat, his grip unrelenting as he chased after you, his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate, ruthless.

“Oh, fuck—” His voice was wrecked, his body shaking as he slammed into you one final time—deep, deep, deep—

And then he broke, too.

His head threw back, his jaw clenched, a groan spilling from his lips as his orgasm crashed through him. His grip on you tightened, his whole body trembling as he emptied himself inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

His breath was ragged, his thighs shaking, his entire body shuddering in the aftermath of his release.

But even as his orgasm faded—

Even as your body collapsed onto the mattress, spent, boneless, wrecked—

Seonghwa still wasn’t done with you.

You barely had a second to breathe before you felt it. He pulled back and lifted his leg.

The sharp, cool press of his stiletto heel against your inner thigh.

Your breath hitched, your eyes fluttering open—only to meet his dark, unreadable gaze.

He was still half-dressed—his shirt a mess, his pants still halfway down his thighs, his skin flushed from exertion.. his cock still hard, still dripping, still achingly eager to ruin you.

But his expression?

His posture?

Still completely in control.

Seonghwa’s lips curled into a dangerous little smirk.

“Mm,” he exhaled, tapping his foot lightly against your sensitive skin. “Look at you.”

Your breath was still uneven, your body still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Seonghwa watched you.

Then, slowly, he dragged his foot higher.

Up your thigh. Over the mess he’d made inside you.

And then—cruelly—he pressed the toe of his stiletto against your overstimulated clit.

You whimpered, your entire body jerking at the sudden pressure.

Seonghwa’s smirk deepened.

“Oh?” he cooed, tilting his head. “Sensitive?”

Your thighs twitched, your breath coming out in a desperate little gasp.

Seonghwa chuckled. Mocking.

“Poor thing,” he mused, pressing just slightly harder—just enough to make your hips jerk involuntarily. “What’s wrong, doll? Too much for you?”

Your breath was uneven, your body burning from the overstimulation.

But Seonghwa knew you.

Knew how you worked.

Knew that, even now—even in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of your life—

You wanted more.

His lips curled, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You’re so fucking greedy,” he murmured, slowly moving his foot, dragging the toe of his stiletto up your slick folds, smearing your combined release over your ruined thighs. “You act all fragile, but you’d let me break you a hundred times over, wouldn’t you?”

A helpless whimper left your lips.

Seonghwa grinned.

Then, in one slow, deliberate movement—

He pressed the arch of his heel against your throat.

Your breath caught.

It wasn’t hard—not enough to hurt, not enough to truly choke—but enough to remind you.

Enough to show you exactly where you belonged.

Pinned beneath him.

Helpless under his weight.

His doll.

Seonghwa tilted his head, amusement flashing in his gaze.

“Oh,” he hummed, his lips curling. “You like this, don’t you?”

Your cheeks burned, your entire body betraying you as you clenched around nothing, your breath coming out in a helpless little whimper.

Seonghwa laughed.

Soft. Cruel.

His foot pressed just slightly harder against your throat.

“Filthy fucking girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with amusement. “Letting me use you however I want, letting me step on you like a goddamn toy.”

His words sent a violent shudder through you, your body aching for him again, despite how wrecked you already were.

Seonghwa noticed.

And his smirk turned ravenous.

Then—without warning—he removed his heel from your throat.

A cruel little absence of pressure.

Then—

A sharp slap landed on your inner thigh.

You gasped, your body jerking, your breath catching in your throat.

“Oh, oh” he mused, running his fingers over the stinging mark.

His tone was mocking, but his eyes—

His eyes were hungry.

Then, slowly—deliberately—he lifted his foot again.

Dragged the arch of his stiletto down your stomach.

Down your messy folds.

Then—

He pressed the pointed toe deep inside you.

Your body convulsed, a helpless moan ripping from your lips, your walls fluttering at the sheer filth of it—

“Fucking hell,” he exhaled, watching as your body tried to take it, your thighs shaking under the intrusion. “You’re so fucking broken, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, your entire being spinning, your mind barely able to process it.

Seonghwa clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he dragged the toe of his stiletto back up your soaked folds, watching the way your body twitched, overstimulated and desperate at the same time.

“You’re insatiable, doll,” he murmured, his voice smooth, mocking. “I just fucked you, and you’re still spreading your legs for me like a needy little thing.”

Your breath was shaky, your mind hazy, but your hips rocked forward instinctively, seeking more friction, more anything.

Seonghwa noticed.

And laughed.

Soft. Cruel.

“Pathetic,” he mused, eyes gleaming with amusement. “But so fucking cute.”

Then—without warning—

He stepped away.

The sudden loss of contact made you whimper, a desperate sound escaping your lips before you could stop it.

Seonghwa heard.

“Doll,” he cooed, tilting his head. “Are you pouting?”

Your breath hitched, your thighs twitching where they still trembled in the aftermath of your last orgasm.

Seonghwa exhaled a mocking little sigh.

“You really don’t have a single ounce of shame, do you?”

His tone was dripping with amusement, but his actions—

The way he suddenly grabbed your throat and yanked you forward—

Were anything but gentle.

Your breath hitched, a quiet gasp slipping from your lips as he manhandled you off the bed, your knees hitting the plush carpet, your body folding under his grip.

And then—

You felt it.

The sharp, commanding press of his stiletto against your back.

Pinning you down.

Your heart slammed against your ribs, your entire body tensing at the sudden, cruel reminder of who was in control here.

Seonghwa exhaled a pleased hum.

“That’s better,” he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your breath hitch, just enough to make your arms tremble as you tried to hold yourself up. “Stay just like that for me, doll.”

Then—

A sharp slap landed on your ass.

You yelped, your body jerking forward, your breath stuttering at the sting that immediately followed.

Seonghwa laughed.

“Oh, and how you loved that..” he mused, delivering another—harder this time, making your thighs twitch. “You love being tossed around, love being used.”

Another slap.

And another.

Your body shuddered, your breath coming out in helpless little gasps, pleasure and pain melding into something head-spinning.

Seonghwa dragged his fingers over the now burning skin, his touch featherlight.

“God, you’re so fucking filthy,” he murmured, gripping your hips, forcing your ass higher, forcing your back into a deeper arch. “So fucking perfect for me.”

His praise made something inside you snap, a desperate little whimper escaping your lips as your walls fluttered around nothing.

Seonghwa groaned, shifting his weight, his heel pressing down between your shoulder blades again—keeping you pinned as he finally shoved his pants down the rest of the way.

Then—

He backed off, lined himself up and thrust into you.

Hard.

A choked scream ripped from your throat, your entire body jerking at the sudden stretch, the brutal force of it.

Seonghwa groaned—loud, unabashed, his fingers digging into your waist as he buried himself inside you, bottoming out in one smooth, ruthless movement.

“Oh, fuck—” His voice was wrecked, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin.

You sobbed, your body clenching around him, overwhelmed, overstimulated, completely at his mercy.

Seonghwa felt it.

And grinned.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he exhaled, shifting his stance, —only to slam his hips forward, fucking into you harder, deeper, making your breath break in your throat.

His pace was relentless, brutal, each thrust sending you rocking forward, your nails scraping against the carpet as you tried to ground yourself.

Seonghwa pulled out with a low groan, his release just shy of spilling over, leaving you aching for more, your body still trembling from the rough, punishing pace. You whined at the loss, your breath erratic, desperately trying to find the rhythm again, but Seonghwa wasn’t done with you yet.

Without a word, he pushed you hard in the carpet, your body a mess of heat and need, your chest pressed to the floor as you gasped for air. The moment your stomach hit the carpet, the arch incredibly perfect, Seonghwa gripped your hair roughly and yanked you back towards him, a cruel, possessive smile curling on his lips.

You couldn’t move—couldn’t escape. You were pinned, helpless under him, completely at his mercy.

Seonghwa chuckled darkly, sliding his foot between your thighs, placing the sharp heel of his stiletto against the soft curve of your ass before dragging it down your spine. His breath was heavy, but his gaze never left your trembling body.

“You’ve been a good little toy, haven’t you?” His voice was rough with amusement, low and taunting as his heel traced the curve of your back, his touch like fire. “Can’t even take a second without wanting to be filled, can you, doll?”

You moaned, your entire body shaking with a desperate need to feel him again, your slick folds begging for him as you pressed your hips back into the heel beneath you.

He smirked, watching your movements, the dark satisfaction in his eyes palpable.

“You want more, don’t you?” he asked softly, his tone sweet but edged with a sadistic edge. “You want me to fuck you again?”

You nodded quickly, unable to hold back, your voice breaking. “Please, Seonghwa... please.”

He stepped closer, his foot now pressing down harder between your thighs, forcing you to stay still as you gasped.

“You’re going to beg for it then,” he commanded, his voice cold and calculated. “Tell me how much you need it.”

You let out a shaky breath, your body feeling like it might crumble under the weight of his words. “Please,” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. “Please fuck me... need you inside me.”

Seonghwa’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

“Good girl,” he muttered, his voice dripping with praise laced in mockery. “Now stay fucking still.”

He lifted your hips off the ground slightly, your body entirely at his mercy as he finally slid back into you, thrusting into your aching cunt with no mercy. His movements were slow at first, drawing every inch of pleasure from you, but you knew better than to expect him to take it easy.

And when he began to fuck you, the pace was relentless. He pulled you back onto him with every savage thrust, making your body jerk with each brutal push, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Look at you,” he hissed, barely holding back a laugh. “Begging like a slut. I’m just using you to get off, and you fucking love it.”

You could barely respond, your head spinning with desire, the overwhelming pleasure and pain leaving you incoherent. All you could do was brace yourself for more, your body already clenching around him, craving the friction.

Seonghwa smirked, his hands gripping your ass tightly as he drove into you harder. “You’ll never be anything more than my little doll, will you?” he mocked, his tone dripping with cruel satisfaction.

You gasped, unable to answer, only able to take what he was giving you.

And then, as you screamed out in pleasure, your body finally breaking beneath him, Seonghwa came with a deep groan, filling you up, his breath ragged, but still unrelenting.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice shaking with satisfaction, leaving you completely spent, trembling from the aftershocks.

As Seonghwa finally withdrew from you, the room was filled with the sound of your heavy breaths. Your body trembled beneath him, utterly spent, your muscles aching from the brutal pace he had set. You could barely keep your eyes open, your mind still fogged from the intensity, but Seonghwa wasn’t done with you just yet.

He crouched down beside you, gently lifting your face so you could look at him. His eyes were soft now, the cruelty replaced with something much more tender, yet still possessive.

“Good girl,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your damp forehead, his thumb softly tracing over your lips. The harsh, rough edge to his voice had disappeared, replaced by something soothing, as if he was holding you together after shattering you apart. "You did so well for me."

You whimpered and smiled at him slightly, your body still trembling in the aftermath, and he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, as if to ground you.

“I know it’s a lot,” he said, his voice low and comforting now. “But you’re mine, aren’t you? You did so well.” His hand gently stroked the side of your face, his thumb moving in slow, calming circles.

Your eyelids fluttered as you nodded, your voice hoarse, but sincere. “Yes, Seonghwa… I’m yours.”

He smiled softly at that, pleased with your response, before carefully lifting you in his arms and guiding you back onto the bed. He covered you with the soft sheets, his hands lingering gently on your body, ensuring you were comfortable.

“Just breathe, doll. You did so good. Let’s get you cleaned up.” His tone was warm now, almost affectionate, as he took a damp cloth from the bedside table and softly wiped your skin. His touch was gentle, making sure you felt safe, cared for.

When he finished, he kissed your forehead again, holding you close as you curled against him, your body still weak but melting into his warmth.

“I’m here, baby,” he murmured, pulling you against him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I know I can be hard on you, but you have to know I care. I’ll always take care of you after, no matter what.”

You snuggled closer, grateful for his gentleness, your body still humming with the memory of everything he had done to you. His embrace was warm and protective, a stark contrast to the relentless force he had shown you just moments ago.

With his soothing words and the warmth of his body surrounding you, you finally let yourself relax, the tension in your muscles slowly dissipating as you drifted off to sleep, knowing that no matter how rough the night had been, you were safe with him. And he loved you.

And that’s all you needed.

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mingi-s-dimples · 3 months ago

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Updates about my hand 🤡🤡🤡

Got worse, scheduled an endoscopic carpal tunnel release, got it today, I'm not allowed to write or do anything with my hand for 5 days 🚶‍♀️‍➡️. At least it's gonna be slightly better after ! It's the 2nd time I'm getting this, so I'm positive about it ending up okay ! (Carpal Tunnel Syndrome never truly goes away sadly, especially with my hand tremors I tend to put more pressure on my hand and wrist to hold things better and it triggers it)

Anywayssss might write a bit on my laptop but I don't know if I can post !! 😞 Love you guys

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mingi-s-dimples · 3 months ago

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Hey everyone!

I wanted to first and foremost say sorry for going mia 😞🤞🏻. I have my reasons and the main, and let's say the one that I'm struggling with the most is my cts (carpal runnel syndrome) + some other wrist and hand issues I have. For whatever reason, it has gotten so so so bad these past few weeks (about 3 weeks, since last time i posted~) and I simply can't do most of the basic tasks like writing with a pen on a paper, sometimes cooking for myself is hard too if I have to precisely use my fingers. (Lis if you read this I'm sorry for not telling you) but typing has gotten so painful sisjjs and my laptop is not the best so I have only been writing a few sentences a day for the fics I have prepared (Seonghwa for IM and the event fics) and I am *almost* done with all 3 of them (I planned on posting them one after another). Will take another few days to finish them all and will post as soon as possible 🤍 this is my nemesis in life fr (besides being a fic writer, I also love writing small or medium length stories + poems so it's truly taking a toll on my mental health sometimes - to not be able to do what I love to do the most-) and also this text is entirely written by a friend of mine cause I can't type to save my life 😭😭😭 but yeah I'm alive guys I promise I'm okay! Also thank youuu for allll of the new followers that I have gotten, I see u and I love u all ! Will be back asap 🙌🏻

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mingi-s-dimples · 3 months ago

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i am in shambles. this was FUCKING FILTHY oh my fucking god i loved every second of reading this. you outdid yourself. this is a fucking masterpiece omfg

Backstage Pass

Pairing: Wooyoung X Reader X Seonghwa X San

Author's Note: This is in fact a reupload, I edited some things and it diverted too much from the original. nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!!! -admin j (aka admin coconut)

Genre: Smut, 18+, MINORS DNI, Sweet tooth rotting fluffy aftercare afterwards >.< Word Count: 11.7k words Summary: After a long, exciting concert, your bandmates know the perfect way to release all that extra energy and adrenaline. Warnings: Fem!Reader, Mommy!Hwa, Noona!Woo, Unnie!San, Woosanhwa uses feminine honorifics (and pronouns), Double Penetration, Lots of cum, Cumplay, Object insertion, Snowballing, Spitting, its fucking messy as fuck, Cum marking, Dom!Hwa, Mean Bratty Dom!Woo, Soft Dom!San and Sub!Reader, Blowjobs, Face Sitting, Facials, Creampies, Lots and lots of cum did I mention that?, Cum Eating, Oral (F and M receiving), Facefucking, Foursome, Anal, Ass eating, Rimming, this is so fucking filthy holy shit, Fingering, Video Recording, Possessive sex, Jealous sex, Petnames, Dick piercings, Woosanhwa are just all covered in piercings ngl, i probably missed some shit, dacryphilia, slight mxm in a few parts nothing too serious, Biting, Free use, Choking, Praise, Degrading, Princess!Mingi mention lol

The moment the last note is strummed, the concert comes to a halt, and the crowd cheers with pure excitement. You’re gasping for air, the pump of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Oh, you could never get used to this. It was exhilarating.

“Thank you, Houston!” You cheer, and the crowd roars with cheers and excitement. As you lift your hand to wave goodbye to the city, there’s a big grin on your face.

You love what you do. You love performing for the adoring fans, and you love travelling to meet new fans, but most importantly, you love your bandmates more than anything.

As you grabbed your microphone off the stand, you began to make your way off the stage, following right behind Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and San. In order, their roles in the band were guitarist, drummer, bassist, and vocals.

The curtains close in on the crowd, but you can still hear the cheers from the other side, filling your body with a great sense of pride and accomplishment.

When the four of you make it backstage, there's a flurry of staff running around. Some of them are carrying props, and others are carrying sound equipment and lights. It's extremely chaotic.

“I’ll be back. I need to find a restroom here.” San lets out a groan, gently propping his bass guitar against a wall, walking deeper and deeper backstage. A staff member quickly grabs his bass guitar, running around backstage to put it away.

“Maybe we should head to the bus.” You spoke up softly. Seonghwa looks down at you, pursing his lips to a thin line. There has been jealousy, a bitter jealousy, simmering in his blood ever since he saw you with a fan.

Are you serious? Are you just going to get on the bus and act like nothing happened? Not on his watch. Hwa’s eyes dart over to Woo, who is biting the inside of his cheek.

Wooyoung was a lot more open about his jealousy, and the angry tint in his eyes was all Seonghwa needed to proceed.

You stop in your tracks as you feel Seonghwa grip your bicep, his grasp firm and his intent clear as day. “Let’s have a chat, first,” Seonghwa says dryly, and with a gentle tug, he begins to lead you towards what seems to be a green room: Your green room.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but have a sly grin on his face, his other arm snaking around your waist. His grip is tight, squeezing your hip like a child holds his favorite toy. “Wasn’t that a great show? I’m just so pumped up right now.” Woo couldn’t help but purr. The smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne made your head spin. You swallow back some of your spit, a pit forming in your stomach. Not out of fear or anxiety, but more out of anticipation. “I-It really was.” You couldn’t help but nod.

The inside of your green room was rather spacious, all things considered. Your vanity desk was rather neat, with just your prop microphone resting in the middle. The mirror has little LED lightbulbs around the frame. A soft plush sofa is propped against the wall, accented with little decorative cushions and blankets, and there’s an armchair on the other side of the room. Your eyes dart around the padded acoustic wall panels on the walls and the ceilings. Wooyoung is the last one to walk in behind you, lazily locking the door behind him, ensuring complete privacy.

Wooyung couldn’t help but mentally give kudos to Seonghwa: He chose the perfect room to get as loud as they pleased.

The two sources of light in this room are the overhead light that illuminates this soundproofed green room and the vanity lights. It’s dead silent, and the atmosphere is so tense. Knives would have a field day slicing this thick tension.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Seonghwa broke the silence. “Who was that guy in the crowd?” There's a dangerous undertone in his voice. You swallow nervously, his hands tightening their grip on your biceps. Your hands curled into fists, your arms tensing up slightly. “O-Oh you know. Gotta play my part with our fans.” You stammer out a reply, a little smile forming on your face. Wooyung growls, and his arms fully wrap around your waist, yanking you back against his chest. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as his soft plush lips begin sucking gently on your exposed neck. His cold lip ring piercing makes your skin tingle slightly. Wooyoung couldn't care less if you were going to complain about the marks. Right now, he’s fucking fuming. “We know we agreed to keep this private, but you’re really, really testing us.” Woo hissed out, sinking his teeth into your neck. You cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, letting out soft whimpers as Wooyoung lazily licks over the new-forming bruise. A smirk forms on his face, he loves hearing your pathetic noises so much.

Seonghwa, who was not amused with your response, lets go of your biceps, only to immediately grip your chin. He forces you to look up at him, the intent of his jealousy shining so obviously in his eyes. “You don’t have to get that into it.” Seonghwa snarls.

You couldn’t help but shudder; Seeing Seonghwa this pissed was so fucking sexy. He tsks, shaking his head in disappointment. “You get on stage… and it's like your pretty head immediately forgets who you belong to.” He leans in, and his lips are pressed to yours in a rough kiss. You softly moan in response, your hands gently gripping Hwa’s forearms, feeling the soft polyester material beneath your fingertips.

Hwa’s kiss is rough, needy, and demanding. His teeth bite down on your bottom lip, only soothing it better as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongue playing with the metal ball of his tongue piercing sets his body ablaze. This is exactly what Hwa wants. This simple act soothes his frayed, jealous nerves.

Watching your kiss with Hwa, Wooyoung’s hands, which were littered with silver and black colored rings, began to trace and dance around your body. “You really need a reminder of who you belong to.” Wooyoung whispers in your ear, a big grin forming on his face. You let out another moan between Hwa’s soft lips as Wooyoung’s hands snuck underneath your tank top, his hands cupping your breasts through your thin bralette.

You shudder and twitch ever so slightly under his grasp. Wooyoung’s fingers begin to tease at your nipples, nibbling gently at your earlobe. “Look at how responsive she is for Mommy and Noona… She’s just begging to be put in her place, isn’t she?” Woo purrs, his hands pulling your tank shirt up just enough so it rested above your chest. With swift fingers, Seonghwa works to unbuckle your bralette, also raising it above your chest.

Gasping for air, you broke the kiss, moaning as Wooyoung toyed with your nipples, tugging and pulling until they were stiff peaks. “Isn’t that right, baby? Are you so needy for Mommy and Noona?” Seonghwa couldn’t help but croon, his long, deft fingers reaching for the hem of your low-rise jeans, unbuttoning them swiftly and deftly.

“Y-Yes…” You whimpered in response, and Wooyoung pinched your nipples, causing you to whine slightly and arch involuntarily against his back. “Nuh-uh, slut. Who are we to you?” His tone is almost mocking, snickering slightly as your face flushes red. Wooyoung loved teasing you, he loves seeing how flustered you get because of him. “M-Mommy and Noona…” You finally stammer out as Seonghwa pulls down your pants, revealing your black lace underwear. “Such a good baby…”

“Let Mommy tell you what she has in store for her naughty baby, okay?” Seonghwa purrs, his eyes staring right up at you, waiting expectantly for you to respond. So, reluctantly, you swallow and nod. “Y-Yes, Mommy…” You responded, and Seonghwa hummed with delight.

Wooyoung’s hands finally stop toying with your breasts, his fingers gently trailing down your abdomen. His touch is feather light, and he can feel the way your body prickle with goosebumps. Wooyoung smiles to himself, enjoying the way you’re just so responsive to him.

“You see, you’ve been a very naughty baby. Looking at your fans, while you know full well you belong to us....” Seonghwa has a smirk on his face, relishing in how much dominance he currently has over you. “Such a bad, little pet...”

You let out a soft yelp as Wooyoung’s hand makes direct contact with your ass, gently squeezing to soothe it better afterwards. “You’re so naughty, little pet. You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted to rile up your Noona and Mommy.” Woo growls, nipping your ear again. As much as he likes the chase of it, sometimes you did like to push it too far. “I-I wasn’t doing this on purpose, Noona.” You squeaked softly, and Wooyoung clicked his tongue. “Do you think I was born yesterday? I know your game better than you do.” He bit your earlobe again, and he growled once more in your ear.

“We will not gonna go easy on you, either. Since you want to be such a little brat, you need to be punished accordingly.” Wooyoung giggles with glee as Seonghwa gently forces your legs open further.

Hwa felt his blood go utterly cold as he sees the sight of the small, ruby bejeweled buttplug that was inside of your ass. Oh, you’re such a little brat. ”I can see you had some… plans after the show that we were not aware of.” He murmured, although there was nothing light about his tone of voice. His long fingers gently reach to it, slightly teasing by tugging on it, and pushing it back in place. You let out a soft noise, with Hwa tsking lightly in disapproval. “You’re claiming you weren’t doing this on purpose, and yet here you are, your ass ready to be whored out.”

You let out a strangled moan as Wooyoung suddenly plunges two fingers knuckles deep inside your pussy. His fingers rub that special spot that makes you see stars, your legs trembling and threatening to buckle from the pleasure.

“You need a lot of reminders, it seems.” Seonghwa spat, watching with great interest as your sweet juices spill all on Wooyoung’s fingers, enjoying the sound of your noises spilling from your lips.

“N-Noona, please...” You found yourself softly begging, and a whine rips from your throat as Wooyung pulls his fingers out of your leaky cunt, tsking slightly. “No. You’re not in control here.”

Wooyoung then lets go of you, his hand to his lips, licking up your sweet juices off his fingers. “Now, sit down and relax, pet.” He crooned, although there was nothing light-hearted about his tone.

You comply, and with your face now a soft pink color, you carefully make your way to the soft plush couch, taking a seat as requested.

Your eyes widened, and your face burned with embarrassment as Wooyoung handed you a microphone. That’s your microphone, the recognizable sleek, matted navy blue color unique only to you. The one that you used to perform the show today. And then Woo tosses a condom on your lap, and it’s like your brain is melting into goo.

Seonghwa was rather surprised by Wooyoung’s little plan, but he had no qualms about it. “Go on, Dove.” Seonghwa purrs, his arms crossed. Your eyes accidentally land on his tent in his jeans, and you swallow a bit of drool that formed in your mouth.

“Y-Yes, Mommy…” Carefully, you brought the condom to your teeth, tearing off the wrapper with precise ease. Pulling the condom itself out of the wrapper, you took a shuddered breath, hesitating for just a moment. You knew what you had to do, but it still felt a bit embarrassing. You looked back up at Wooyoung, who was already shamelessly jerking himself off. “Come on, pet. You wanted to be naughty, this is your punishment.” Wooyoung sneers, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly pumping himself. The ladder piercings that trailed up his shaft were in full view, and you drool just a little bit.

With a soft, shaky breath, you took the condom and effortlessly rolled it onto the base of the microphone. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at Hwa or Woo. It felt way too embarrassing, your face was bright red. But at the same time, it all makes you feel like your core is spiraling, your pussy throbbing with need. This was so fucking hot, for all the wrong, filthy reasons.

“Now, why don’t you give us a show? Go ahead, Love.” Seonghwa smirks, slowly unzipping his jeans to finally release his throbbing cock from its confines. There was no need to explain what he had wanted.

“Y-Yes, Mommy…” You stammer out, slowly pulling down your black underwear off your body. Trails of your sticky arousal clung to your thighs, your face burning more with shame. Carefully, you spread your legs, the view of your throbbing cunt in full display for Hwa and Wooyoung. “Oh fuck, look at you. You’re such a little horny slut for us, aren't you?” Woo sneers, his thumb rubbing over his red, sensitive tip, smearing precum all over.

You softly bit your lower lip and tried to look down and focus on the mic between your legs instead of them. You can’t bring yourself to look at their intense stares anymore. It feels like you just might explode.

Soenghwa watches with keen interest as you carefully brought the microphone to your folds, letting out a soft moan as you rubbed the blunt tip against your clit. “Good girl. Keep going.” Hwa nods, his cock twitching with interest. But he doesn’t touch himself, wanting to watch you instead, just to make you feel more shame.

“Oh fuck, that’s sooo hot.” Wooyoung moans out, his hand still pumping the tip of his cock, his eyes glued on the scene before him. With a sly grin, his free hand reaches for his pocket, pulling out a cell phone. You can immediately recognize it as his spare: The one he uses to record you.

“Come on, Sweetie. Fuck yourself with your mic already.” Wooyoung whines out in annoyance, positioning the phone so it had the perfect recording view of you, capturing everything.

“N-Noona…” You couldn’t help but slightly whine, but deep down, you knew better than to piss them off further. They can and will leave you alone, not touching you for the rest of the night. You could already imagine Wooyoung’s shit eating grin and Seonghwa’s sadsitic smirk as they leave you be…

You softly bit your lower lip, and you let out a shuddered moan as you slip the microphone inside your leaky cunt, your walls clamping eagerly around the handle. Your face burns even redder in pure shame, your eyes shut and your eyebrows slightly furrowed. You couldn’t deny that there was something about this filthy, explicit scenario... It’s turning you on even further.

“N-Noona..!” You moan as you slowly begin to thrust the mic inside you, the end hitting your g-spot perfectly. Your juices leak and spill out, coating the condom covered mic and Wooyoung couldn’t help but let out a moan too in response. His heavy cock leaks more and more of his precum onto his hand. Woo’s hand grips the camera tighter, trembling to keep it steady and focused on you. He’s pumping himself faster, hoping to finally catch that peak himself. He tossed his head back, biting his bottom so hard crimson blood oozed out steadily.

Suddenly, Wooyoung’s eyes snap open as Hwa’s hand grips his wrist, forcing him to come to a halt. The pleasure that had been building up in his spine disappears almost immediately, causing a loud needy, whiny “What the fuck?” to leave his lips.

“Noona needs to be patient.” Hwa clicks his tongue, and Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “Whatever.” Wooyoung grumbles, reluctantly pulling his hand away him his throbbing cock, that was twitching and jolting from unresolved frustration. His attention is brought back to you, and he zooms in a little bit on the show, grinning excessively.

Your moans are getting louder and more whiny, adjusting the position of your hand to fully thrust the mic inside you. You tossed your head back against the couch, the noises leaving your lips being borderline pornographic. “Look at us, Dove.” Seonghwa purrs, and you moved your head to look back at him, eyes opened with little tears of pure bliss forming. “Look at us as you fuck yourself stupid with your microphone.”

More of your juices spilled and coated the condom-covered mic, and you could only sheepishly nod, eyes locked on Wooyoung and Seonghwa.

Seonghwa has a taunting smile on his face, finding this whole scene erotic. The bulge in his jeans was proof of his enjoyment. Wooyoung is still recording, having a shit-eating grin. “Awh, look at Little Miss Rockstar here…” Woo taunts, and he makes his way to you. He holds the camera up higher, flipping the camera so it was recording ont he front camera. Woo grins, moving his face and the camera just enough so it caught his face, and the mic buried in your cunt in the same frame. He stuck his tongue out in a playful manner.

“Such a dirty dirty little whore, using her mic to get off after such a long show…” He laughs. “How do you think Unnie would feel about this, seeing you use your mic for such a dirty thing?” Wooyoung has a shit-eating grin, and he suddenly grips your wrist, forcing you to halt your movements. You let out a whimper, the buildup of an orgasm that was forming in your abdomen had disappeared once again, leaving you with a growing sense of sexual frustration. ” See this, Unnie?” Wooyoung taunts, his grin wide and devilish. His hand lets go of your wrist, reaching and pulling the mic out of your leaky pussy. You let out a shuddered sigh as he pulls it out, feeling a sense of emptiness now. “You better hurry here, or else you won’t get a taste.”

A loud moan spills from your lips as Wooyoung’s tongue presses suddenly against your clit, giivng long laps and strides like he was a starving man. The hand holding the camera trembles as it tries to focus in on the lewd sight of Woo eating you out, your moans filling the room. He softly moans between your pussy, humping the couch so slightly to get any form of relief on his aching cock.

Seonghwa bit his lip softly at the erotic scene before him, and he finally begins to palm him aching cock through his jeans.

“N-Noona, fuck!” You cried out, your hand gripping his long dark locks of hair as he greedily eats you out, the metal ball of his tongue piercing playing with your clit with each flick. At some point, Woo hits end on the recording, and tosses the phone on the couch. “You’re so loud and wet for Noona. You like being humiliated like this, don’t you?” Seonghwa softly croons, a smirk on his face.

You can’t help but let out a whimper, as Wooyoung pulls away from your cunt, your juices glistening on his lips and piercing. The build up had once again been torn from you, and you had tears streaming down your face at this point. “N-Noona, Mommy, please, I-I can’t……” You cried out pathetically. Wooyoung tsks, shaking his head. “Nope, don’t try to play innocent now. You were the one being bad, this is just your punishment.” He brought his hand to his lips, wiping away the remainder of your arousal off his hand.

“Noona is correct. Bad pets don’t get to cum.” Seonghwa nods before making his way to you, his hand gently cradling your face. His thumbs gently wipe away your frustrated tears, and he makes a pout, patronizing you further. “Awh, is my Dove frustrated?” He croons, before his free hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping himself slow and steady. “Well, too bad, baby. Open wide.” Seonghwa commands, and you sheepishly comply, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “Good girl. Just stay like that for your Mommy and Noona.” Hwa nods in approval. He positions his cock as he pumps himself, having a direct target right on your tongue and lips.

Wooyoung rose ot his feet, his hand immediately wrapping around his cock, jerking himself off fast and quick. His cock also aimed right at you. This was humiliating. Your jaw is slightly burning, staying in this position as they jerk themselves off. The way they’re also staring you down like they’re taunting you further…

Wooyoung’s moans get loud and whiny, his hand moving quickly on his shaft. The pleasure builds up again in his spine. He couldn’t care less who could hear him. The sight of you with your tongue out, waiting for his cum was driving him further and further to the edge.

Hwa has soft, pretty moans spilling from his lips, his hand paying special attention to his sensitive tip. He tosses his head back in pure bliss, his Adam’s Apple bobbing slightly with each moan.

The first to cum was Wooyoung. He lets out a high-pitched whiny moan as he came, streams of his cum shooting and landing on your tongue and lips. You slightly jolt but recover quickly, letting him cum in your mouth as he so pleased. Some of it lands on your cheek, adding more ot this humiliation.

Seonghwa came not soon after, his cum also shooting on your tongue, a few spurts on your plush lips. The mixed taste of their cum fills up your senses, and for a moment, you close your mouth, getting ready to swallow.

But then-

“Do not swallow. Kiss Noona.” Seonghwa commands. Wooyoung looks rather surprised by this, but he does not hesitate for even a second.

He leans down, and his lips are eagerly pressed to yours in a passionate, needy kiss. You moan, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer. His teeth gently nibble at your lower lip, and you let him slip his tongue inside, the mixture of Hwa’s and Woo’s cum now mixing with yours and Woo’s spit.

Wooyoung pulls away, a trail of spit connecting yours and his lips. Woo grins, and carefully, he stuck his tongue out to reveal the sticky pearlescent mixture of cum and spit he snuck from your mouth, the ball tongue piercing glossy in its essence.

Wooyoung rose to his feet and let out a shivered moan as Seonghwa pressed his lips against his. Your eyes widen at the sight, the heat pooling between your legs getting even hotter and hotter. More of your juices spill out in response, feeling waves and waves of arousal coursing through your body. Seonghwa grips Woo’s bicep, his head tilted to gain better access into Wooyoung’s mouth. Woowoung moans even more, and you can see a glimpse of their tongues playing, exchanging the cum between their mouths.

Seonghwa pulls away from Woo, who is softly gasping for air. His cock was twitching and rock solid at such an unexpected encounter, but he would not be one to complain one bit. You didn’t miss the way Hwa’s also begun to harden, his cock jolting slightly. You softly swallowed, as Hwa turns his attention to you, leaning down so his head was right close to yours

“Open.” Seonghwa croons, and you comply, once again sticking your tongue out. There’s still the milky evidence of their cum in your mouth, and you waited, fully expecting his lips to come in contact with yours.

But Hwa had other plans..

Instead, he sticks his tongue out and spits the mixture of cum and spit on your tongue. Your tongue jolts again, and Seonghwa forces your mouth shut. “Now you may swallow, Dove.” He taunts, his words having a slight sadistic edge to them. Their cum mixed in with Woo’s, Hwa’s, and your spit created an interesting texture, one that, you admit, is looking forward to doing again. You slowly swallowed all of it, and Seonghwa smirked. “Good girl.” He croons, and he finally begins tugging off his clothes, one by one. He slips the top off with ease, the little studded jewelry on his nipples and belly button catching the light and shining so brightly. You found yourself staring at his ethereal beauty.

Being the jealous, needy Noona he was, Wooyoung couldn’t help but slightly whine, as you was giving Seonghwa all of your attention at the moment. He pulls you by your wrist, forcing you to rise to your feet, and his lips are then pressed against yours. Needy, desperate, everything.

You moaned softly, his teeth biting at your lower lip until it was swollen and raw. He slips his tongue inside, and your can feel the cool metal ball of his piercing playing and toying with your tongue.

He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you and him from the passionate kiss. Eagerly, he pulls off his jacket, revealing his toned arms and shoulders.

“Sit on my face.” Wooyoung barks, leaving no room for argument. He lies down on the plush couch, propping one of the decorative pillows under his head for support. His long black hair spreads slightly behind him, and he looks up at me with expecting eyes. “Cmon. Noona wants a taste.”

You blush and comply, carefully straddling his chest, and moving upwards until your hips were hovering right over his face. Your knees waere planted right next to his head. He tsks and does a little spinning motion with his finger. “Face the other way.”

Oh.

You got off him for just a moment, turning 180 degrees, and carefully hovering again over his face. You could see the vanity mirror now, which was highlighting the erotic display now. Hwa smirks as your face flushes at the realization, with a soft hum. He’s pulled off all of his clothing, his cock hard and twitching. Wooyoung’s cock was in full display, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he wants you to do.

“Good girl…” Wooyoung coos, his hands gently pushing down on your back so your chest was pressed against his abdomen, your face head to head with his cock. His cock jolts slightly, some of his salty precum oozing against your cheek. His teeth sink into the soft flesh of your thighs, leaving marks anywhere he so pleased. Your legs trembled and ached at each bite against both sides of his face.

Carefully wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, Wooyoung lets out a shuddered moan, his hands gently gripping and kneading the soft cushion of your ass. “Fuck, just like that, for Noona..” He moans, and he begins to feast on your pussy, short impatient strokes of his tongue against your throbbing pussy.

You moan, your hands trembling as you tried focusing on pumping Wooyoung’s cock, his feral strides making it difficult to do so. Your lips carefully wrapped around the tip of his cock, feeling his cock jolt and twitch under your lips. Wooyoung is going feral, his tongue licking over your clit and folds like he’s a dying, starving man.

Your mind is spinning with all the pleasure on your aching cunt, your moans vibrating on Woo’s cock. You slowly lowered your head further, your tongue pressed against his shaft. Your hands moved to grip into Wooyoung’s thighs, your nails lightly digging into his jeans.

“Aren’t you such a good little thing for Noona and Mommy?” Seonghwa croons softly before walking towards you. The tip presses against your face, smearing some of his precum on your reddened cheek. “Don’t forget Mommy’s cock, love” He says in a singsong tone. You took your hand and wrapped it around the base of Hwa’s cock. He sighs as you tighten just enough for him, and he moves his hips as he fucks your fist. He collects some of his spit and spits on yout hand, lubricating himself with each thrusts. Each time he thrusts, the tip of his cock hits your face, more of his messy precum spilling on your cheek.

The door to the practice room suddenly opens, and you gag in pure shock. Your eyes accidentally locked in on San, standing in the doorway.

He is standing there, looking down at you with a surprised expression. It shifts over to a mischievous grin. He already has his jacket off, just wearing that tank top that shows off his large, muscular arms and shoulders. His cock is straining against his jeans.

“Noona sent me your show earlier.” San muses, slowly pulling his shirt off his body. His toned body was now in full display, with the belly button piercing he always hid now glimmering slightly and catching the light. “I’m a bit sad, Angel. You started having fun without your Unnie.” San has a little pout, his hand gently caressing the top of your head, and you whimper, your mouth still full of Wooyoung’s thick cock. “About time, Unnie. We thought you would miss using our little toy.” Seonghwa smirks, his pace not stopping one bit as he fucks your fist. San chuckles, his eyes gleaming with something. “No worries. Better late than never, right?”

Carefully, he walked over to your lower side, biting his lip as he watches Wooyung devour your pussy, the buttplug still inside of you. “Oh fuck. That’s so hot.” He moans.

Your moans are muffled as Woo plants his feet on the couch, and begins thrusting his hips upwards, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Wooyoung is still going crazy on your pussy, his tongue lapping all of the mess, his tongue thrusting inside your hole. “Sho good.” Wooyoung moans between your lips, completely lost in the pleasure. Having your sweet lips on his cock was amazing, but also tasting you come undone on his tongue was driving him mad.

San’s big hands gently grip your asscheeks, spreading them apart just a bit more to watch Wooyoung devour your pussy. “Oh, look at you. So wet and so perfect.” San coos gently, his hands caressing and kneading the soft flesh.

You couldn’t even respond if your had wanted to, little tears form in your eyes as Wooyoung face fucks you, Seonghwa has gripped your hair in a makeshift pony-tail, keeping your head steady. He’s still fucking your fist. A pornographic moan spills form his lips, the sight of Wooyoung’s cock buried in your mouth, the tears in your eyes, your hand wrapped around his own cock was becoming too much for Hwa to handle.

A muffled moan escapes your lips as San gently hooks his fingers underneath the ruby jewel buttplug base, leaning down to leave a bite on your buttcheek. “Look at you. Did you pick this one just for Unnie?” San purrs softly between your skin, and with a simple, gentle, and careful motion, he gently pulls on the plug. Your ass eagerly opens up, releasing the plug without any resistance. San pulls the plug out and tosses it somewhere on a towel.

“Don’t let her trick you.” Hwa lets out a shuddered moan. “She had other plans we were not aware of.” He smirks slightly, as your eyes widen at his words.

You tried to protest, and San lets out a soft velvety laugh. “Is that so? Well…” His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, San begins to pump himself slowly as his tongue makes its way… to your second hole. “Could he do this as good as us?”

Muffled moans leave your lips again as San greedily eats your ass out, his spit dropping and collecting over Wooyoung’s tongue, who was at this point, pussydrunk. He was tonguefucking you at this poiint, the metal ball of his piercing running up and down your velvety walls and making you lose your mind further.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as waves of pleasure coursed through your body, a powerful orgasm washing through you. You juices had spilled out and made a mess all over his face, as Wooyoung wanted so badly.

Wooyoung’s own moans are muffled between your lips. The room is filled with the soft shallow breaths of San and Seonghwa, their noises getting louder and needier.

Wooyoung’s thrusts became erratic, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and a whiny cry leaves his lips as he reaches his peak, cumming streams and streams of cum inisde your mouth. You gagged slightly, tears forming in your eyes as his cock hits the back of your mouth, his cum slightly leaking out from the corners of your lips.

San lets out a gutteral moan, moving his tongue away from your hole as he pumps his cock like a madman. He tosses his head back, and he spills his cum right on your pussy. Wooyoung greedily eats up the mixture of your juices and San’s cum, making him moan in response. “Fuck, Noona…”

Seonghwa lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard, lookign down at you as he cums. Streams of his cum land all on your face, and you shut one eye as his cum lands on your nose, forehead, and some on your cheeks and lips.

Swallowing Wooyoung’s cum, you slightly cough as Seonghwa finally lets go of your hair, pulling yourself off Wooyoung’s softening cock. It feels like every nerve in your body has been lit on fire, yet you insatiable need grows deeper.

“God, isn’t she just a good pet?” Wooyoung laughs, finally pulling his tongue away from your pussy. He reaches his hand and rubs your pussy slowly, before giving a slight slap. You let out a yelp and your face is burning a bit red. There were little beads of sweat on your body and forehead, and you’re softly panting.

“Come on, Pet..” Wooyoung pats your back, and you take the hint, getting off his body. Woo slithers out from behind you, whistling for San to follow. San obeys, leaving with Woyougn towards a backpack int he corner.

Seonghwa pushes you onto the couch gently, licking his bottom lip gently.His fingers gently scooped up the cum that had landed on your face. Seonghwa brings his fingers to your lips. “Lick my fingers clean.” He commands, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, Mommy.” You slowly stuck your tongue out, and you gently took his fingers in your mouth, sucking and licking up the cum. He pulls his fingers out to scoop up some more and brings it to you again. You suck them clean again, gazing up at Hwa with faux-innocence in your eyes. Hwa lets out a moan, biting his lip soft. “Oh fuck, look at you. Just the perfect little toy for us.”

He pulls his fingers out, and he immediately dips to his knees, his hands gripping your soft, trembling thighs. You tried to squirm ever so slightly, but Hwa’s grip is firm, his eyes looking up at you. “Won’t you let Mommy have a turn?” He hums, and a smirk forms on his face when you shyly nod.

“What a good girl…” He spreads your legs wide, and immediately buries his face into your pussy. You let out a strangled moan, your back arched against the couch. “M-Mommy!” You cry out. Seonghwa moans between your pussy, your taste sending him to another plane.

“My beautiful girl…” Hwa’s tongue lap over your sensitive clit, giving long strides. Your hands reach and gently grab his hair, more moans spill form your lips.

“M-Mommy… m-mommy..” Your eyes water as the overstimulation sets in, your hips bucking and jolting. He hums, and he buries his tongue inside your pussy. His nose is pressed right against your clit, and his hands move to your hips, guiding you to shamelessly ride his face.

The sound of a click caught your attention, and you looked up, eyes widiening.

Wooyoung is holding a camera, and San is adjusting the height of a tri-pod stand to be at the perfect angle to catch everything. Wooyoung sets the camera on the stand, his other hand wrapped around his cock..

“I hope you don’t mind if your Noona and Unnie record a special video, don’t you?” Wooyoung sneers slightly, a shiteating grin on his face.

Seonghwa pulls away from your pussy, shushing you softly as you whined once more, the orgasm ripped away from you again. “Don’t worry, my sweet Dove.” He kisses the inside of your thigh, before rising to his feet.

Once the camera was positioned and ready, Wooyoung gave a hungry stare, signaling to me he was ready to devour me.

“Is it ready?” San asks, hands twitching with excitement and anxiety. Wooyoung adjusts the camera one last time, stepping back and nodding. “Yep. It’s ready to go.”

Your face burns a bit red seeing the camera, meant to capture everything.

Wooyoung immediately shimmied out of his pants and boxers, his eyes locked right on you, a feral grin on his face. Seonghwa tsks in disapprovement, crossing his arms. “No, Noona. You have to wait your turn.”

“What?” Wooyoung stops for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed. San perks up for a moment, taking the change to step forward. Seonghwa shook his head. “You too, Unnie.” Wooyoung couldn’t help but whine, and even San had a bit of a pout, but ultimately, Mommy had the last say in this relationship. San and Wooyoung begrudgingly took their respective seats, sitting on either side of the camera recording.

“Now, my sweet Dove.” Seonghwa looks down at me, a smirk on his face.

You eagerly got in position, lying on the couch, your head on one of the soft pillows for support. His body hovers over yours, his fingers gently tracing and leaving fire in its wake. Seonghwa’s hands grip the back of your knees, pushing your legs apart to make space for his hips. Your legs in response wrapped around his hips. Once secured, he moves to cup your face, leaning in to gently kiss your lips. It was such a tender sweet moment, your arms wrapping around Hwa’s neck. His kiss was sweet, romantic, it made your tummy flutter. He gently pulls away, his eyes looking down at you with so much affection. Hwa then looks to the camera recording with a devious grin. And then-

You let out a strangled moan as Seonghwa suddenly buries his thick cock inside your pussy, your head tilted back against the pillow. It feels so fucking good, your head is spinning from all of the pleasure. Hwa lets out a moan, trying to cling onto the thread of self restraint, threatening to snap at any moment. You feel so fucking perfect, your pussy wrapped around his cock. He begins to thrust his hips sharply, his cock dragging against your velvety walls, and against your G-spot with each thrust.

Your tits bounce with each thrust, moaning and whining out as Seonghwa thrusts into you relentlessly, the camera catching every slutty noise that you and Hwa make. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust.

“Look at me, Dove.” Seonghwa commands, one of his hands letting go of yoru face to grip the armrest of the sofa. His hand still on your face grab you by your cheek harshly. You moan, tears forming in your eyes as you gaze up at him. Hwa’s gaze is powerful and dominant.

“You’re such a good pet. I could fuck you and use you all night, if I could.” He moans out, his cock plunging in deeper inside you. “M-Mommy, feels so good, Mommy...” You babble incoherently, and Seonghwa gently cradles half of your face as he thrusts with vigor. Your arms unwrap around Hwa’s neck, your nail accidentally digging into Hwa’s shoulder. He moans with delight, enjoying the sting of your nails on his skin. “Good girl. Keep scratching like that.”

A soft whiny moan accidentally escapes Wooyoung’s lips, and Seonghwa turns his head to see Wooyoung was gently rubbing the tip of his cock, trying to get a little bit of pleasure. San was biting his lip so hard it was about to bleed, but he wasn’t touching himself. His hands are in fists, resting on his thighs, straining so hard his knuckles are turning white.

Seonghwa tsks at Wooyoung, who stops his motions with a slight whine.

“Noona doesn’t seem to understand that she needs to wait her turn,” Hwa mutters, making direct eye contact with Woo. He squirmed in his seat, clearly hating the fact he was called out. “She will be forced to wait last.” He purrs in your ear, but you’re too cockdrunk to process exactly what he said.

Your hands claw at Hwa’s back desperately, your eyes watering as a bubble forms in your abdomen, the intensity rising with each thrust. “M-Mommy, wanna cum, wanna cum so badly-” You cry out, as Seonghwa returns his gaze to you, the hand on your face moving down to your clit. His fingers gently rubbed the bundle of nerves, and you let out another strangled cry. “Cum for Mommy. Show her just how much you love being her cocksleeve.” He purrs, leaning in and burying his face to your neck, sucking gently and leaving a bright red hickey. He then began peppering kisses all over, his subtle lipstick that he had worn for the show being left on your skin.

“M-Mommy!” You cry out, back arching against the couch, chest pressed against his, as the bubble in your lower abdomen pops, and an explosive orgasm washes over your body, making your brain go utterly white in pure pleasure.

Your walls eagerly clamp and suck his cock in deeper with rhythmic clenches, and Seonghwa’s thrusts get quicker, sloppier, grinding more and more of that sweet pleasure. He pulls himself away from your neck, which is littered with his hickies and kiss marks, and he tosses his head back, letting out the prettiest moan I’ve ever heard. The pleasure that had been forming in the base of his spine has finally tipped over, and with a moan, he cums deep inside, each thurst aimed only to milk more and more of his milky white seed out of him.

This was always Hwa’s favorite sensation. He could never get used to this.

He nearly collapses on top of you, his breathing labored, his arms the only thing holding him up.

Your breathing is also ragged, trying desperately to catch your mind again from such an explosive orgasm. You hadn’t even processed that Seonghwa had pulled out his softening cock, placing a sweet gentle kiss on your lips. Standing to his feet again, he looks down at you, having a bit of a tender, sweet smile. “You did so, so good for your Mommy. Now, it’s time to be good for your Unnie, yes?” He looks over at San. Wooyoung was slouched back against his chair, grumbling something. San perks up, and almost immediately gets up, his eyes gleaming with delight. Finally, his patience will be rewarded!

He carefully made his way to you, with his thick throbbing cock in full view. Once he was close enough, he leans in, and his big grabby hands were all over your body, squeezing and caressing every curve he could get his hands on. His hands snake behind you, and he kneads the soft flesh of your butt. San lets out a gutteral moan. He absolutely loves your thick booty, and he swore that just being able to squeeze it could make him cum on the spot. His lips pressed against yours, softly nibbling and biting on your sore, raw bottom lip.

Your body was still trembling and shaking from the pleasure. Your arms found their way wrapped around San’s neck. He lets out a moan between your lips, and his cock begun to grind against your wet folds, letting your juices and Hwa’s cum coat him for preparation.

“You’re so perfect for Unnie.” San moans, his tongue slipping between your lips to play with yours, exploring every crevice he could find.

“U-Unnie…” You couldn’t help but softly moan, the tip of his cock rubbing against your overly sensitive clit was making your head spin, your body stumbling down the thin thread of overstimulation.

“Let Unnie take care of you. I’ll take such good care of you.” He whispers between your lips, and he breaks the kiss. His big, strong hands gripped your hips, using his strength to manhandle you as he pleases. In an instant, you’re lying on the couch tummy down, your ass up in the air, right up against his cock.

San shuddered softly, taking just a moment to appreciate the sight. His hands immediately grip your butt, squeezing with delight. “Oh look at you..” San moans, his cock twitching, wanting nothing more than to just fuck you senseless already. Your back is arched and he pressed his chest flush against your back. One of his arms is wrapped right around your waist, and the other is right under your head, giving a cushion to rest your head on. You rest your cheek on his large forearm, San gently nuzzling his face to the back of your neck, kissing the skin tenderly.

“Fuck, you’re so good for Unnie. All of this… I love every bit of you, my Angel.” His grip around your waist tightens, letting out a gutteral moan as he thrusts his cock inside your pussy. A moan slips from your lips as his pace is deep and steady, each contact of his hips makes your butt jiggle with recoil. San softly groans in your ear, biting his lip so hard he might accidentally break skin again.

He’s losing his mind. San furrows his eyebrows, trying to focus on his pace. He wants to savor this, he wants to enjoy the feeling of being sheathed inside you, but he can’t. “Your sweet pussy… It’s making Unnie lose her mind…” San chuckles pathetically.

“U-Unnie!” You moan out as San finally begins to pick up his pace, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Each thrust plows deeper inside you, hitting a spot that you swore made you see stars in your eyelids. “F-Fuck, Love.” San moans. “You’re so good for me.”

Through dewy dazed eyes, you could look to your side to see Wooyoung was on his knees, tears formed in his eyes as his lips were wrapped around Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa lets out a soft hum, his hand gripping Wooyoung’s dark locks of hair. Slowly pulling Woo off, there was a trail of spit that was connecting Woo’s mouth to Hwa’s tip. Hwa lets go of his hair, caressing his head in a patronizing manner. “Noona needs to be better behaved.” Hwa softly mused, with Woo squirming slightly, a soft whine spilling from his lips.

“Does that turn on Angel?” San moans, his cock still driving like crazy deep inside you. “Y-Yes, Unnie.” You managed to moan as San gripped your hips and began to manhandle you once more. He makes you arch your back further, your butt even higher in the air. This new angle let San drive himself deeper inside youe wet cunt, hitting all your sensitive spots easily with his big fat tip.

“Unnie… U-Unniee…” You let out a cry, a little bit of drool escaping the corners of your mouth, accidentally spilling onto San’s forearm. “Awh, my Angel loves Unnie’s cock so much. She’s losing her mind…” San gently places a deep kiss against your cheek, his hips moving faster, signaling his peak is near.

Your hands reach up to San’s big arm, weakly clutching onto it for any means of support.

His hand on your hip lets go, and his gently run down your abdomen. Finding your clit, your eyes squeezed shut as you let out a strangled cry. “T-Too much, Unnie!-” The gentle rubbing of your overstimulated clit was making your head spin, and lighting your nerves on fire. His thrusts mixed in with this slightly painful pleasure was too much to handle, and you bit down on his forearm, another powerful orgasm washing over your body. Your nails dug into his arms, making San moan so prettily in your ear.

San couldn’t help but groan as you bit and scratched his arm. San loves the way your spasming walls milk him for all he’s worth, and with another moan, his cum spills deep inside, mixing in with Hwa’s cum from before. In a pleasure-filled haze, it barely dawns on you exactly how messy this had become.

San’s breathing is ragged; each little breath and whimper is right up against your ear to hear, his hand gently caressing and soothing your tummy. He mutters sweet praise in your ear. Even as much as San loves fucking you senseless, he loves the sweet tenderness after. He hopes, deep down, that you knew exactly how much he loves you.

“She’s so good for her Unnie, too.” Seonghwa breaks the tender silence, and San reluctantly lets go, pulling his cock out of your sweet wet pussy, still rock hard, however. He uses his strength one last time to roll me on your back, gently caressing your face with a lovely smile before getting up.

“M-Mommy, please?” Wooyoung then begs, biting his lip as he sits anxiously on the chair. Seonghwa raised his eyebrow, the left one with two studded piercings, looking down at Wooyoung. “I’ll be good for the rest of the night, please?” His eyes are big and pleading, like puppy-dog eyes. For a moment, you almost didn’t recognize this sweet, docile Wooyoung.

“Well, only because you begged so nicely.” Seonghwa croons slightly, and Wooyoung perks up, almost immediately making his way to you. Almost instantly, you are met with a dominant, needy kiss, his tongue immediately slipping in your mouth. His hands immediately reach for your breasts, massaging and giving a squeeze, moaning filthily in your mouth. Well, so much for docile Wooyoung.

“Noona’s gonna fuck you so good, she’ll make sure you forget everything except us.” Wooyoung pulls away, the look in his eyes screaming nothing but feral. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper as he grips your hips, pulling you to his hips. He grips your thighs, spreading them further and immediately positioning himself. He licks his top row of teeth with a grin as your trembling legs spread, and wrapped around his waist. His cock twitches like crazy against your cunt, eager to plunge in.

“Look at me Noona fucks you dumb.” His hand grips the couch, and you moan out as he thrusts his dick inside, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as each ball of his ladder piercing on his shaft rubs against your velvety walls, the pleasure so intense you’re utterly left speechless.

His pace is fast and rough, his hips slamming against your hips with each brutal thrust. Wooyoung lets out pornographic noises. Oh god, this was so fucking good.

His cock’s piercings were making your head spin, each rub against your walls made your head go white. All you could do was moan out like a cock-drunk whore. “N-Noona…”You moaned, legs trembling as your entire body began to feel the effects of being overstimulated, wanting to just squirm away from him and his overbearing pace.

His free hand moves to the smooth column of your neck, and he squeezes. You can feel the cool metal of his rings pressed against your skin, and a strangled moan leaves your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hand scramble to grip Wooyoung’s bicep. Wooyoung moans filtihly. He loves watching you come undone like this. The control he has over you makes his cock twitch even more.

His fingers apply pressure at the right spot, which makes little black spots form in your vision. “Noonaa… N-Noona…” You let out a choked cry, and the bubble that had formed in your abdomen without even realizing it exploded. Your orgasm has your head go pure white, your walls clamping desperately around his length, which makes Wooyoung let out the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard. Your nails dug into his bicep, so hard little droplets of blood spilled. Not soon after, his thrusts get borderline-animalistic, pushing his cock deep against your cas he cums. It was a lot, Wooyoung moaning as his hip sslam against yours, aiming to drop all of it inside you. The cum from the past two rounds finally overflow out and spilling out of your spent, well-used hole.

“Oh fuck, look at that.” Wooyoung moans, his hand finally releasing your neck and peppering kisses all over, biting occasionally. You were gasping for air, vision slightly blurry. You whole body was trembling, legs shaking, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Overstimulation has finally set in. Carefully, Wooyoung pulls his cock out, marveling at the sight of all the cum dripping out of your pussy. “Oh fuck, that’s so hot.” He moans in your ear. “You’re such a perfect cumdump.”

“We have the perfect pet, do we?” Seonghwa hums in agreement, and Wooyoung can’t help but let out a slight grumble, reluctantly letting go of you. He stood up, making space for Seonghwa to take the reigns once more.

Hwa gently walks towards you, pouting slightly at your shivering, used form. “You’re doing so well, baby. Do you think you can do one more round?” Hwa asks, his hand gently reaching out to cup your face. You gazed up at him, eyes dewy with unshed tears. Despite the fact you were extremely overly sensitive and overstimulated…

Hwa smirks as your nod is quick, almost desperately so. “My baby is just a needy whore, drunk on cock, isn’t she?” He purrs, and he takes a seat on the couch, legs spread and his cock in full view. “Come here, my sweet thing.” Hwa croons, and he smirks as you comply, legs trembling as you found yourself situated on his lap, his dick right up against your ass.

“Ride Mommy.” Seonghwa grips your hips, his thumbs gently rubbing the smooth skin. You bit your lip softly and with his help, you slowly lifted your hips, sinking right on his cock. Our moans are in sync, and almost instantly, Seonghwa planted his feet to the tile floor, thrusting up inside me. “Oh, my sweet Dove.” He moans delightfully, loving the way you’re crumbling on top of him.

Moans leave your lips, eyes shut as you tried to focus on the pleasure and not the slight pain from overstimulation and sensitivity.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands push down on your lower back, and your eyes shoot open, Seonghwa’s hands moving from your hips to wrap fully around your body. Your chest is pressed right against his. He halts his pace, his cock still buried deep inside. “Shhh, it’s just Unnie.” Seonghwa hums, his hand rubbing youe back gently.

“Unnie wants a taste.” San’s voice tremble slightly, taking a small bottle of lube, and squirting it on two of his fingers. He has to hand it to himself, he has a lot of patience. That patience is weaning thin.

He grips one of your buttcheeks, revealing your second tight hole, moaning slightly to himself. “Fuck!” He growls, and he smears the lube onto your hole, pushing inside carefully to ensure you were prepped and ready.

“U-Unnie…” You moan, your second hole gently squeezing around his fingers as he gingerly thrusts, San biting his lip as he feels the resistance melting away. His free hand squirts some more of the lube on his cock, pumping himself slowly to ensure he was fully lubriacted.

Pulling his fingers out of your hole, San grips your buttcheeks again, the thick tip of his cock gently prods at the hole.

“U-Unniee…” You moan out, Seonghwa rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering words of praise as San pushes his thick lubricated cock inside yout tight hole, slowly thrusting. As the resistance slowly fades away, he takes the opportunity to push more of his cock inside, inch by inch.

You let out a strangled cry as Seonghwa began to thrust upwards again, setting a pace opposite of San’s. Each stroke of their cocks against your overly sensitive walls was making your head spin.

“Hey.” Wooyoung’s bark caught your attention, and with dazed eyes, you could barely process that he’s standing in next to you, his cock right against your lips.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but smirk as you obey without a second thought, slipping his cock between your lips. A loud slutty moan leaves his lips, his hand gripping your hair, and he begins to roughly fuck your face, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. You can feel the ridges and bumps of his ladder piercings against your tongue, the sensation driving you insane.

The room was full of slutty noises, all of your bandmates moaning as they used your body as they pleased. San grips your ass even tighter, plunging himself deeper inside your tight ass until he was bottoming out. Seonghwa moans as he thrusts upwards, each thrust rubbing against your swollen g-spot, and the tip hitting the back of your pussy and cervix.

Their cocks were moving agaisnt eachother in sync, which makes you, San and Hwa moan together. Both of them could feel the other’s cock thanks to the thin wall seperating your pussy and ass.

Your moans are muffled by Wooyoung’s cock, still facefucking you without any mercy. Wooyoung looks up to the camera with a devious grin on his face.

“Hey, see this?” He moans out, his free hand pointing at you still sucking him off. “This is your sweet little popstar, a slut backstage for her bandmates. Just a toy to be used by her Noona, Unnie, and Mommy.” Wooyoung grins, and his pace somehow got even more forceful, forcing you to deepthroat him with each thrust. Your nose presses against his pelvis, his slight happy trail right up against your nose.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moans muffled as Seonghwa’s and San’s pace got rougher, utterly rearranging your insides. Your orgasm arrived swiftly and messily so, your juices squirted all on Seonghwa’s cock, the mess spilling down your thighs and on his body.

Fuck. Seonghwa wished he could have saw that.

Fuck. San is so grateful he saw that, moaning out at the filthy sight before him.

“Oh fuck, good girl.” Seonghwa moans out, thrusting upward as he shoots his cum deep inside, some of it spilling out and escaping the corners. A milky white ring forms around the base of his cock, each clench of your walls milking hin further.

San lets out a gutteral moan, spilling his cum deep inside your ass. He shudders, stalling himself insidejust to savor the sensation of your velvety walls clenching around him, milking him dry.

Woo lets out a slutty moan as he tilts his head back, finally dumping all of his cum deep inside your mouth. He stills his hips still deep inside, the cum spilling out of the corners of your mouth.

Tears of pure bliss were streaming down your face, and Wooyoung’s thumb gently rubs your tears away as you swallow his seed, coughing slightly as he pulls your face off his cock. God, you looked so sexy like that. “Good girl, such a good girl.” Wooyoung’s hand cups the side of your face, rubbing your cheek in a calming manner.

Seonghwa rubs gentle circles on your back, and San grabs your waist, massaging the muscles on your lower back. You gently closed your eyes, resting your head on Hwa’s chest, taking deep breaths, and just savoring the afterglow.

Finally, San slowly pulls his softening cock out of of you, some of his milky white seed spilling from your used ass. Seonghwa lets go of your shivering body, and grips your hips to help you off his cock, the past few rounds accidentally spilling out as a result. San immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You in response raised your arms, andweakly wrapped around him, letting San hold you close as Woo and Hwa began to put their clothes on. You watched as Wooyound slipped on his boxers and jeans, zipping himself up like this had never happened. But of course, you know what happened. Seonghwa puts on his long-sleeved shirt, fixing his chains and jewelry. Wooyoung then begins to tear down the camera. These two had a quite a bit to clean up before leaving on the tour bus.

“How are you holding up?” San interrupts your train of thought, looking down at you. “We weren’t too much, were we?” He whispers , concern etched on his features as he gently peppering kisses on your cheek. You couldn’t help but giggle slightly at his affection.

“I’m fine, promise. I feel exhausted but satisfied,” You reply earnestly, looking up at San with a dazed smile. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting San grip tighten around you.

“That’s good.” San hums slightly, and he gently sets you back down on the couch, Wooyoung half-hazardly tossing San his clothes. Wooyoung gently handed you yours. “Get dressed, (Name). Manager is a bit pissed at us…” Wooyoung rubs the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle.

San stands up to put his clothes on, and he looks down, chuckling slightly as he watches you struggle to put on your clothes, extremely sleepy and sore. He doesn’t blame you. A protective instinct washes over him, and he reaches out to you “Here, let me help you…” He kneels, and he helps you get your bralette and tank top on your body, placed nice and snug.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the mess still leaking out of you, clicking his tongue. “That won’t do… You’ll ruin your pretty panties..” A mischievous grin forms on his face, and his big hand grips your hips, spreading your legs a bit wider. You let out a tiny whimper, as he places his face right next to your swollen wet cunt, the milky essence of what they’ve done earlier in full display.

San looked up into your eyes, waiting silently for a confirmation, and when you gave him a nod, he immediately leaned in, his tongue pressed right against your entrance.

A soft moan spills from your lips as San greedily eats the cum out of your swollen, overstimulated pussy. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes shut as he devoured your pussy, his spit mixing with your juices making an even bigger mess.

“U-Unnie, can’t… Too much...” You managed to whine out, your hand gently gripping his dark locks of hair.

Finally, San pulls himself away from your pussy, and immediately pushes his lips to yours, the initial shock allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth.

All of the cum he collected gets pushed over to your mouth, plus the taste of your juices were making your head spins and setting your body aflame.

San pulls away, softly gasping for air, a mischievous kitty-like grin on his face. “The mess is all cleaned up now.”

You swallowed up all the cum, and you slightly roll your eyes, a smile on your face, and a soft giggle leaves your lips.

“Come on, guys. Hongjoong is pissed.” Wooyoung whines, in his hand the microphone, the condom already discarded. He’s twirling your buttplug in his hands, making your face flush. “Woo, put that away!” You whine, burying your hands in your face. He laughs but obeys, slipping it into his pocket.

Hwa has a gentle smile, watching the lighthearted banter between you. Moments like these were always his favorite.

With San’s help, you finally get fully dressed and ready to go. He lifts you in his strong arms, carrying you out of the practice room.

All four of the bandmates make their way deeper backstage, a pissed off Hongjoong waiting for them by the exit.

“You guys need to hurry and get on the bus now,” Hongjoong barks, pointing at the tour bus that was teal blue. It was running and ready to go, the door wide open.

“Sorry! We got a bit caught up with fans.” Hwa replies, his voice as smooth as honey. Hongjoong grumbles something under his breath and walks to the bus. The four follow after, gently walking up the steps inside.

The inside of the tour bus was always cool, the AC always on full blast. It oftentimes smelled like a mixture of lavender and sweat.

There were six seats in the front near the driver’s seat, and the bunk beds were towards the back of the bus, alongside two restrooms and showers. It was rather cozy, a place you all had become very accustomed to. Cramped? Most definitely.

Tonight, however, your bandmates didn’t feel like splitting up and sleeping in the usual bunk beds.

Seonghwa pulls the couch out, creating a bed big enough to harbor all of you. Wooyoung lights up as he sees this, quickly rushing to his cubby to grab his pajamas. “Everyone needs to hurry! I want cuddles!” He barks, immediately rushing into the bathroom for a quick shower and skin care.

A few moments later, Wooyung emerges, his black dark hair damp and messy, wearing just a black tank top and plaid pajama pants. His face was bare and smooth, all of the makeup removed.

Seonghwa chuckles slightly at Wooyoung practically pushing San into one of the empty shower rooms, whining up a storm. “Here, Dove, let me help you.” Legs still sore from before, Seonghwa helped you get into the bathroom, offering you his arm like a gentleman.

The shower water was just hot enough, and you sighed softly, body leaning into Seonghwa’s frame. He looks down at you and hums softly, gently massaging some shampoo into your scalp.

“I love you,” Hwa whispers in your ear, a sweet, tender smile on his face. His fingers gently massage the shampoo in your head, and you let out a sigh, closing your eyes as you embrace the soft, tender moment. “I love you too. I don’t know what I’d do without you or the others.” You confess back.

He smiles, gently rinsing the shampoo off your hair. Once your hair was rinsed, he gently raked some conditioner into the bottom half of your hair, getting any tangles out.

Seonghwa places a chaste kiss on your cheek, and your can feel his smile beneath your skin. “You and the others… Are truly the light in my life.” He whispered, turning off the shower once all of the soap suds were washed off your bodies.

With his help,you get out of the shower, and Seonghwa sits you down on the toilet seat, using a blowdryer to help you dry your hair. You couldn’t help but giggle as he brushed out your hair until it is all nice and dry.

After you and Hwa both got dressed, brushed your teeth, and done your skincare, It was finally time for bed.

“Let’s go.” Seonghwa hums, gently holding you close as we walk out of the bathroom, the light turning off automatically.

Wooyoung was lying on the plush couch bed, his eyes looking up to see you, and he grins. “Come on! It’s bedtime!” He whines, and you can’t help but chuckle, making your way into the bed with him. Almost immediately, Wooyoung wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight to his body.

“Don’t hog her,” San whines slightly, carrying a pile of blankets and pillows in his arms. He unfolds a giant comforter, placing it over your and Woo’s bodies. Woo grins, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Well then, you two better hurry.”

Seonghwa watches with a certain fondness in his eyes, watching San get under the blankets, his arms wrapped around your waist. San and Woo bicker slightly, causing you to roll your eyes ever so slightly. With his long, deft fingers, Seonghwa turns off the lights in the tour bus, and only the soft glow of the overhead lights in cyan color became the only source of light here.

Carefully, Seonghwa made his way on the bed, snuggling in right behind you, his arms around your waist. San grumbles something about not having space, and Woo whines when San pushes Woo to sneak in between him and you.

After a lot of complaining and shifting, the position has changed to you on your back, Wooyoung hugging you and resting his head on your chest, semi squishing you. San was to your left, arms wrapped around you, Seonghwa on the right.

The bus finally began to make its move, driving the band back to home town. The tour was finished, and you were all heading home.

A few moment stuff have passed, and Seonghwa and San were already knocked out. San was nuzzling his face into your neck, Seonghwa gently holding your hand in his. Wooyoung, however, was still up, his big eyes looking up at you. It was a bit difficult to keep up this staring contest, your eyelids were getting heavy.

“Hey, (name), I need to tell you something.” He whispers, like he’s afraid to wake up San and Hwa.

“What?” You whispered back, and passing car headlights that shone in the window illuminated his face for just a moment, and you could see his sly grin. “I sent your videos to Mingi.” He responds, his finger trailing along your arm.

Mingi… Mingi was the fifth member, who had to go on hiatus for a broken wrist but has been better since about a few days ago. Your heart clenches at the reminder that your fifth guy has been in so much pain all by himself. At least his wrist is healed now, and Mingi can practice with you guys as soon as you are back home.

“What did he say?” You softly mused, and Wooyoung grinned wider.

“...He said that when you get home, Princess is going to devour you whole.”

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mingi-s-dimples · 4 months ago

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hey pookies 😞😞 sorry for the inactivity qis8iwjdhdh

I changed some things in my life... including my major 🤡 this was really random, I know... but my mental health and overall power are not enough for medicine, y'all. Studying anatomy and chemistry since September has only made me so, so insecure about myself 😭 but yeah ! These days, I will fibally settle with some of the other things that have been annoying me, and I will get back to writing and posting regularly, just like in September and October ^^ 🤍

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mingi-s-dimples · 4 months ago

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Sports Car - S.MG

“You feel so perfect.. need to feel you again. Need you to ride me, baby.” ~ inspired from one of his new post on Tate's song... + his fashion appearance for Off-White. enjoy ^^

pairing: mingi x fem!reader genre: 18+ summary: you're so eager to see mingi atap that you decided to wait for him in his car... and it gets steamy. wc: 3.7k warnings: needy desperate mingi, alcohol ingestion (slightly, he's just tipsy), car sex, semi public sex, neck grabbing, making out, biting, lots of touching, he's touchy af, fingering, he's loud, foreplay, lots of cum, one denied orgasm, multiple orgasms, overstim, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!), completely consensual, for sure forgot something, might edit later. author's note: yes atap is inspired from bm's song atap ^^ (after the after party). this is gonna become a damn series, to always write sth about them after a fashion show/appearance- oops. seonghwa fic coming later today and... it's SPICY. it's steamy.. it's a niche thing happening there-

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

The BMW is quiet except for the low hum of the engine, parked just far enough from the venue to stay hidden. The city is still alive in the distance, but here, wrapped in shadows, it's just you and the anticipation coiling in your stomach. You’ve been waiting, fingers tracing patterns on the leather seat, the faint scent of Mingi’s cologne still lingering from earlier. You knew he would come. He always does.

And then, you see him.

Mingi moves quickly, slipping out of the after-party unnoticed, his long strides purposeful. Even in the dim glow of the streetlights, he looks unreal—the Off-White jacket slightly open, his silver chain catching the light against the deep cleavage of his barely buttoned up jacket. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his lips a little red, and you can tell—he’s been drinking. Not enough to lose control, just enough to make his touches slower, his voice lower.

The car door opens, and the second he slides into the passenger seat, the air shifts. Heat replaces the cool night air, thick and heavy. He exhales, head resting against the seat for a moment before turning to you. His gaze is dark, locked onto you with something dangerous simmering beneath the surface.

“You’ve been waiting,” he murmurs, voice deep and rough around the edges.

You tilt your head, meeting his stare. “Knew you wouldn’t last long without me.”

His tongue swipes over his lower lip, and you catch the way his fingers flex against his thigh. He lets out a low chuckle, but there’s something restless in the way he looks at you—like he’s already lost the patience to talk.

“You have no idea.”

The space between you disappears in an instant. His hand finds the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair as he pulls you into a kiss that’s all heat and desperation. The taste of whiskey lingers on his tongue, mixing with the groan that rumbles in his chest when you press closer. His other hand moves without hesitation, sliding up your thigh, rings cool against your burning skin.

The bass from the after-party still thrums faintly in the distance, but here, inside the car, there’s only the sound of your breaths mingling, the rustle of fabric, and the quiet, unspoken promise that you won’t be leaving this car anytime soon.

Mingi pulls back from the kiss, breath hot against your lips, his eyes clouded with something dark and heavy. For a moment, he just stares at you, chest rising and falling, before he suddenly moves—quick, impatient.

He pushes open the door and stumbles as he steps out, a quiet curse slipping from his lips as his legs struggle to keep up with his urgency. His balance wavers for a second, but he doesn’t stop. He rounds the car in long strides, fingers brushing through his already-messy hair, the dim glow of the streetlights casting shadows over the sharp angles of his face.

Then, the driver’s side door swings open.

Mingi barely gives you a second before his hand is reaching for you, fingers wrapping around your wrist as he pulls you out in one smooth, rather slow motion. The cool night air barely registers against your skin before he’s guiding you—toward the backseat, his grip firm but not rough.

The second your back hits the seat, he follows.

Mingi climbs in after you, body pressing close, his weight caging you in as he pulls the door shut behind him. His hands are everywhere—one braced against the seat beside your head, the other slipping down your waist, gripping, holding, grounding himself in you. The scent of him is overwhelming now, a mix of whiskey, expensive cologne, and something distinctly *him*.

He exhales sharply, forehead nearly pressing against yours as he hovers over you. “Been thinking about this all night,” he murmurs, voice thick, slurred at the edges, but steady.

His lips brush over yours, teasing, slow, his breath warm. His fingers tighten on your waist before sliding lower, fingertips dragging over your thigh, pushing fabric aside.

“Shouldn’t have kept me waiting,” you whisper, smirking against his mouth.

Mingi groans, low and deep, and then he’s kissing you again—harder this time, more desperate. The world outside the car fades, the city noise nothing but a distant hum. In here, there’s only him. Only the heat, the hunger, and the way his hands start to move with purpose.

And he’s just getting started.

Your breath comes out shaky as Mingi’s lips drag along your jaw, slow and deliberate, his body pressing you deeper into the backseat. His hands are warm, gripping your waist, fingertips digging in like he’s trying to hold himself together. But you can feel it—he’s barely hanging on.

“Mingi,” you murmur, voice softer than you intend. He hums against your skin, lips ghosting over your collarbone.

“You’re drunk,” you say, a little firmer this time, fingers threading into his hair, tugging slightly to pull him back.

He exhales a laugh, lifting his head, eyes dark and lidded as he looks at you. “Nuh-uh,” he mutters, shaking his head slightly. “I’m just tipsy, my love…” His lips curve, hands slipping lower, pressing against your thighs. “And I know exactly what I’m doing.”

His fingers trace slow, lazy circles against your skin, and his gaze flickers down—watching the way your chest rises and falls, how your lips part just slightly.

“I just…” He exhales, his thumb brushing over the hem of your blouse. “I want to make you feel good.” His voice is lower now, rougher, thick with want.

His hands move with purpose as he starts undoing the buttons of your blouse, each one slipping through his fingers with ease. His touch is slow, almost teasing, until the fabric falls open, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. His gaze darkens, lingering, drinking you in like he’s been starving for this moment.

His hands slide lower, pushing the fabric of your skirt up, bunching it at your hips. Then, with practiced ease, his fingers hook into your panties, tugging them to the side, baring you completely to him.

Mingi stills for a second, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes flick up to meet yours, his expression unreadable—somewhere between awe and hunger.

“Fuck,” he whispers, almost to himself. His fingers trail along your inner thigh, deliberate and slow, but he doesn’t push any further. Instead, he leans back slightly, his free hand moving to the waistband of his own pants.

You watch, heat pooling low in your stomach as he unbuttons them, shoving them down just enough to free himself. His breathing is heavier now, but he doesn’t move to take you—not yet.

Instead, he just watches you, his hands spreading your thighs a little wider, his touch slow, reverent.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, voice dripping with restraint. “I need a second to admire you.”

Mingi exhales sharply, his hands spreading you wider, his thumbs tracing slow, burning circles on your inner thighs. His gaze drops between your legs, and he groans, deep and low, when he sees just how ready you are for him.

“Fuck,” he mutters, almost to himself, his fingers grazing over your slick heat but not pushing in. “You’ve been eagerly waiting for me, haven’t you?”

Your breath catches in your throat, your hips instinctively shifting, searching for more. He smirks, dark and lazy, dragging his fingers through your wetness, spreading it, watching how you react.

“So wet,” he murmurs, his voice husky with admiration. “All this for me?”

You nod, barely able to form words, anticipation curling deep in your stomach. You needed this—you needed *him*. And he knew it.

Mingi leans in, his lips brushing over yours, teasing, before finally capturing you in a kiss that’s all-consuming. It’s slow but desperate, his tongue slipping past your lips, tasting, claiming. One of his hands grips your waist, holding you still, while the other wraps around his cock, stroking himself as he presses his body closer to yours.

He’s warm, hard, and aching against your thigh, his breaths turning uneven as he moves his hand up and down his length, slicking himself with his own arousal. His forehead presses against yours for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he exhales shakily.

“You have no idea how bad I need you right now,” he groans, his voice wrecked, full of raw want.

His hips roll slightly, the head of his cock brushing against your thigh, and he lets out a quiet curse under his breath. He’s holding back, fighting to pace himself, but you can feel it—the barely restrained desperation in the way his grip tightens on your waist, the way his kisses grow messier, more feverish.

Mingi looks down at you, pupils blown wide, lips slightly swollen from kissing you so hard. His fingers tighten their grip on your thigh, spreading you even more beneath him.

“I want to take my time,” he breathes, voice thick with need. “But I don’t know if I can.”

Mingi’s breathing is ragged, his forehead pressed against yours as he grips your thigh, fingers twitching against your skin like he’s barely holding himself together. His cock is hard and leaking against your thigh, his hips jerking slightly, desperate for relief.

He tilts his head, lips brushing over yours as he murmurs, “Baby… do you want me to take my time?”

His voice is low, almost strained, like he’s fighting every instinct in his body to slow down, to savor this. But you can feel the way he’s shaking, the way his body is screaming for more.

You swallow hard, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your legs spreading wider beneath him as you whisper, “N-no… I need you.”

That’s all it takes.

Mingi growls against your lips, his control snapping as he slides his hand down between your legs. Two fingers push into you without warning, sinking deep, and your body jolts from the sudden stretch. He groans at how easily you take him, at how wet you are for him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mutters, pumping his fingers in and out of you, his pace relentless from the start. He curls them just right, dragging against that spot inside you that makes you whimper.

His lips crash onto yours, swallowing every moan, every gasp as he fucks you with his fingers, his palm pressing against your clit with every thrust. The wet sounds fill the car, mixing with the sharp breaths and the faint bass from the after-party still thumping outside.

You’re trembling beneath him, gripping his biceps, but then—your hand moves.

Boldly, you reach down, fingers wrapping around his cock, and the second you touch him, Mingi *breaks*.

His hips jerk forward into your palm, a deep, guttural moan slipping into your mouth. His cock twitches in your grip, hot and heavy, and you stroke him slowly at first, teasing, your thumb gliding over the tip, smearing his arousal.

“Shit,” he groans, kissing you harder, his tongue tangling with yours as his fingers fuck into you even faster. His hand is soaked, but he doesn’t slow down—if anything, it makes him move rougher, hungrier.

Your hand tightens around his cock, stroking him in time with the way he’s working you open, and the way he *whimpers* into your mouth sends a rush of heat straight to your core.

“Gonna make me lose my fucking mind,” he breathes, his voice wrecked, his body shaking as he teeters on the edge of completely losing control.

Mingi is a mess above you, hips bucking into your hand as he groans against your lips, his fingers still working you open, still fucking into you with a pace that has you seeing stars. His cock twitches in your grip, hot and heavy, leaking against your fingers as you stroke him, your hand tightening just enough to make his breath stutter.

“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, his voice wrecked, his forehead pressing against yours. He’s trembling, trying to hold on, but you can feel how close he is, how desperate he’s getting.

Your thumb drags over the tip, smearing his arousal, and when you squeeze—just slightly—his whole body tenses.

“Shit—fuck” His moan is raw, needy, and then he’s gone, coming hard with a sharp gasp, his hips jerking into your grip. His cock pulses in your hand, thick ropes of cum spilling onto your stomach, hot and messy, as his head falls into the crook of your neck.

But even as he’s coming undone, even as his body shudders from the force of his release, his fingers don’t stop.

He’s still pumping into you, still curling them deep, his palm grinding against your clit with every movement. He moans against your skin, panting, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck as he fucks you through the pleasure, determined to drag you right over the edge with him.

His voice is hoarse, barely a whisper as he pants, “Not done with you yet, baby.”

Mingi is still panting against your skin, his breath hot, his body still trembling from his release—but his fingers don’t stop. If anything, he moves with more purpose now, his palm pressing against your clit, his fingers curling deep, dragging you closer and closer to your own high.

But then, he stills.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his lips slightly parted, his pupils blown wide, his expression caught between awe and raw desperation. His fingers slip from you, coated in your slick, and he groans at the sight, bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact.

“Baby,” he breathes, voice thick, shaking. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

His hands slide to your thighs, spreading you open beneath him as he settles between your legs. His cock is still hard, still aching, rubbing against your slick folds, teasing, torturing.

“I need you,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours, his fingers threading through yours as he pins your hands beside your head. “Need to feel you. Need to fill you up.”

You whimper, body arching into him, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him closer. “Mingi, please…”

That’s all it takes.

Mingi exhales shakily, guiding himself to your entrance, and then he’s pushing in—slow, deep, inch by inch, stretching you open in a way that steals the breath from your lungs. He curses under his breath, burying his face in your neck, his body tensing as he finally, *finally* sinks all the way in.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice almost broken, like he’s never felt anything better than this.

He stays still for a moment, breathing you in, letting you adjust. His hands squeeze yours, grounding himself, his lips pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, your cheek, your lips.

And then, he moves.

His thrusts are slow, deep, deliberate—like he wants to feel every inch of you, like he wants you to feel every inch of him. He moans softly against your lips, swallowing your gasps, rolling his hips in a way that makes pleasure spark up your spine.

“You feel so perfect,” he whispers, kissing you between every word. “So warm. So tight. Fuck, I love you.”

His hands release yours, trailing down to your waist, gripping you, holding you close as he thrusts into you, his body pressing flush against yours. There’s nothing rough, nothing rushed—just slow, intoxicating pleasure, his lips never leaving yours, his body moving in perfect rhythm with yours.

His fingers slip between your bodies, finding your clit, circling it gently, making you gasp against his lips. “Gonna make you cum for me, baby,” he murmurs, his voice full of love, of need. “Wanna feel you squeeze me. Wanna fill you up while you’re falling apart around me.”

And the way he’s moving, the way he’s touching you—it’s only a matter of time before you do exactly that.

Your body trembles beneath him, every slow, deliberate thrust pushing you closer to the edge. His fingers work your clit in lazy, teasing circles—just enough to make you whimper, just enough to keep you right there, dangling, desperate.

“Mingi,” you breathe, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

He groans at the sound of his name, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot, uneven. “That’s it, baby,” he whispers, his hips rolling deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. “Cum for me. Wanna feel you. Wanna feel you soak me.”

You don’t stand a chance.

The pleasure crashes over you all at once, your body tensing, your back arching as you gasp his name. Your walls flutter around him, squeezing him, milking him, and Mingi moans—low and wrecked—his movements stuttering as he fucks you through it, his pace still deep, still consuming.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hands gripping your hips, his body trembling against you. “Fuck, you feel—shit, you feel so good.”

His voice is ragged, desperate, full of nothing but pure need. His lips find yours in a messy kiss, all tongue and panting breaths, as his hips snap forward, faster now, sloppier, chasing his own release.

“I love you,” he murmurs between kisses, his words slurred with pleasure. “I love you so fucking much.”

And then he’s gone—his body tensing, his breath catching, his cock twitching inside you as he spills deep, his moans muffled against your lips. His hips jerk forward once, twice, his grip on you tightening as he groans your name like a prayer.

For a moment, he just stays there, buried deep, his body still shaking.

Then, with a soft chuckle, you run your fingers through his damp hair, watching the way his dazed eyes blink open to meet yours. “You’re always like this when you’re tipsy,” you tease, voice soft, amused.

Mingi grins, breathless, nuzzling into your neck. “Like what?”

“So needy,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his temple. “So in love.”

He groans, burying his face in your skin. “Because I *am* in love. And I *am* needy.” He exhales shakily, squeezing you closer.

And just like that, he’s kissing you again—slower now, sweeter. Like he’s trying to prove just how much he means it.

Your breathing is still uneven, your body still trembling from your last orgasm, but Mingi isn’t done with you. Not even close.

He shifts, his strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you with him as he moves and leans on the backseat. The leather squeaks under his weight as he sits down, legs spread, hands already guiding you onto his lap. His eyes are heavy with need, lips parted as he watches you settle above him.

“Come here, baby,” he murmurs, voice low, thick with something almost desperate.

You straddle him, your knees sinking into the seat on either side of his hips. His cock is still hard, still leaking, pressed between your bodies, smearing slick across your skin. His hands grip your waist, dragging you forward until your chest is flush against his, his forehead pressing to yours.

“You feel so perfect,” he breathes, his fingers digging into your skin. “Need to feel you again. Need you to ride me, baby.”

His hands slide down to your ass, helping you lift yourself just enough for him to position himself at your entrance. And then, with one slow, deliberate push, he’s inside you again—stretching you, filling you, making you feel completely, utterly his.

Mingi groans, his head falling back against the seat, his hands gripping your waist so tightly it almost burns. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice barely more than a whimper. “You take me so well, baby. You’re perfect—so fucking perfect.”

You moan, rolling your hips experimentally, gasping at the way he presses so deep, the way he fills every inch of you. He hisses through his teeth, his hands guiding your movements, helping you find a slow, intoxicating rhythm.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his fingers splaying across your lower back, his lips tracing lazy kisses along your jaw. “Just like that. Ride me nice and slow, baby. Wanna feel you.”

And fuck, you do.

You rock against him, every movement sending pleasure sparking through your veins. His eyes stay locked on yours, dark and intense, his lips slightly parted as he watches you—watches the way you gasp for him, the way your brows furrow when he thrusts up to meet you.

His hands never stop moving—roaming your back, gripping your hips, dragging you closer. One slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that make you tremble in his arms.

“You feel so good,” he groans, his voice wrecked. “So warm. So tight around me.” He buries his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Love you so much, baby. Love you so fucking much.”

Your hands tangle in his hair, your lips finding his in a desperate kiss. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, swallowing your moans, his hips pressing up into you with every roll of your own. It’s slow, deep—less frantic than before but just as consuming, if not more.

You can feel yourself getting close again, the pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, your legs shaking as you cling to him. “Mingi—”

“I know, baby,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice soft, reverent. “I know. Let go for me. Cum for me again.”

His thumb presses down just right, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you, and then—

You break.

Your body tenses, pleasure crashing over you in waves, your arms tightening around his shoulders as you moan his name. He groans at the feeling, at the way you squeeze him, his grip on you tightening as he fucks you through it.

And then he’s right behind you.

Mingi curses under his breath, his movements turning desperate, his hips stuttering as his own release overtakes him. He moans your name, his hands gripping your hips as he cums inside you, filling you up just like he said he would.

For a long moment, the only sound in the car is the sound of your breathing—heavy, uneven, tangled together like your bodies.

And with the way he’s still holding you—his arms wrapped around you like he never wants to let go—you know he means every word.

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mingi-s-dimples · 4 months ago

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if these come out of my drafts soon, you will all go feral LMAO (all requests left + the 2 event fics + some ideas that have been sitting, waiting to be written) Don't forget to join my permanent taglist !

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Hi that was me who requested the daddy's summer fling and I can honestly say you out did yourself. It was more than I could've asked for. I mean I was floored as he just kept going 🥵. But I'm not complaining The only little tweak is if yunho wasn't attracted to her right away. I would've given him a week maybe to warm up to her and they get loser as they talk more. But that's just a suggestion. Overall it was everything I imagined! I would definitely do a part 2 of them exploring their relationship more and not just sex. But if not that's totally OK too! Thanks again 🥰

Hi >.< already started writing a part 2 HIHIH but I needed some time off from writing to focus on some school things and some major changes regarding my future but... I'M BACK TO BUSINESS ! Also yeah, I feel like I could've made him warm up to her slower but it's Yunho... let's be fr (nfjikns njej I'd do anything for this man-) also if you have any ideas for the 2nd part lmk!!! I'll reopen the requests form in the next few days so keep an eye on my acc for when I'll announce it !!! Tysm for enjoying my work <3

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mingi-s-dimples · 4 months ago

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this was insanely hot... thank you baby 🫠🤍 (it being 6am for me is funny af)

Special Video

Pairing: Noona!Wooyoung x Reader Smut, 18+, MINORS DNI Word Count: 600 Warnings: Mirror Kink, Recording, Woo is shameless, Cum, Messy cum, Jerking off, Noona!Woo, Woo uses feminine honorifics and pronouns to address himself, but the narrator uses he/him :) Author's Note: I have no words for this. sorry its so short i wanted to get it out of my system. enjoy. -j as a wommy I am not ok/srs

“Hey, baby.” Wooyoung smiles, standing in front of the full-length mirror. His hair is slightly messy, with strands of his dark hair splayed on op of his forehead. He zooms in on his phone camera, making sure the camera captures his face. He sticks his tongue out in the mirror. “Just got back from Courreges. You know.” He shrugs ever so slightly, lifting his arm.

On his body is the leather jacket he wore, the zipper unzipped. He grins as he slowly grabs one side of his open jacket, pulling it just back enough to expose more of his abs and tummy.

“Fuck, baby, I miss you so much.” He bites his lip softly, his lips forming a slight pout. He unzooms his phone camera and positions it to catch his waist. Black baggy dress pants were on his figure. “Can you see how much I miss you?” He lets out a moan, sliding his free hand down his chest until he reaches his hips. He moans as his large hand cups his bulge. “Fuck, all of this… Just for you.”

He focuses the camera back on his face, and he grins, carefully taking a seat on the floor in front of the mirror. His hand reaches and unzips his pants, pulling them down just enough to release his cock. Throbbing and aching hard, it slaps against Wooyoung’s abs, and he lets out a tiny moan.

“Look at what you do to Noona.” He moans, and he slightly changes his position to lean back against the wall. His phone zooms in the catch the sight of his cock, and Wooyoung’s free hand wraps around the thick base.

Wooyoung lets out a shuddered sigh as he begins to pump himself, his precum lubricating his shaft to move faster. “This could be you, baby.” He softly bit his lip, his hand moving up and down his shaft. “Does the sight drive you crazy?” He moans, his head tilted back against the wall. “Fuck, just thinking about you is driving me nuts.” He let out a shaky laugh, inhaling sharply as his hand rubbed over his tip, a whiny moan spilling from his lips.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna be the death of Noona.” He moans, paying special attention to his tip. He looks back at the mirror, and just watching himself jerk off in front of the mirror is driving him insane.

“I hope.. When you get this video…” Wooyoung speaks shakingly, little moans littering between sentences and words. “... That you also record yourself, touching yourself for Noona.” He smirks, little beads of sweat dropping down his forehead.

“F-Fuck!” He lets out a loud whine, his hand trembling as he pumps his cock faster, trying to focus his breathing as the pleasure in his spine builds up, threatening to take over him any second now.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” He moans out, going limp against the wall as he cum, his hand jerking himself off quickly through his convulsions. Streams of cum shoot from his angry-red tip, painting his exposed abdomen with white.

His hand comes to a halt once the last bit of cum lands on him, and Wooyoung is gasping softly for air, eyes shut for a moment to process what has just happened.

Once his mind clears, he looks back at the mirror, looking at the sight of his softening cock in his hand, and the mess he made. He smirks, and he makes sure to zoom in the camera to his face, making sure it caught everything.

“Noona misses you. She’ll see you very soon.” He whispers, and his thumb presses the end on the recording.

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mingi-s-dimples · 4 months ago

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Behind Closed Doors - J.WY

"Too much? Then why the fuck did you come here in this tiny little skirt, hm?"

"Almost like you wanted this..like you came here hoping I'd bend you over and fuck you like like my little fucktoy."

~ lil special fic for Woo's iconic outfit for Courreges on 050325 for pfw

pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: you just couldn't wait to see your man.. you missed him so much. and he's been so, so busy with his schedules, that you just couldn't contain yourself and ran to see him. and he made sure to let you remember this meeting for days.

wc: 2.9k

warnings: bratty dom wooyoung, quickies implied (hence the fast orgasms and fast pace), rough sex, multiple orgasms, biting, marking, neck kissing, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!!), power play/dom-sub dynamic, teasing, implied risky setting, dirty talk, degradation, praising, possessiveness, wall sex, overstim, completely consensual!, for sure forgot something, might edit later.

author's note: could not contain myself and i wrote this in one night 😭 @joyfulcadence asked me if i could make him a bratty dom so that's what i did (i hope i served bby). anwyays seeing Wooyoung’s abs felt like i was a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time. enjoy.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

Wooyoung had been composed—too composed—for the past hour. Dressed head to toe in sleek black leather, lounging in his seat at Paris Fashion Week like he owned the damn place, he had been the picture of effortless confidence. Eyes sharp, jaw set, one leg crossed over the other, he had absorbed the show with an unreadable smirk, occasionally leaning over to comment on the designs to his stylist.

And then you had texted him.

Just arrived. Waiting for you on your break.

That was all it took. The moment he read your message, something in him snapped. His fingers tightened around his phone, lips pressing together as his cock twitched to life beneath the confines of his pants. You were here. For him.

He excused himself the second there was a break between segments, his movements quick and purposeful, leather creaking with each step. His stylists called after him, but he didn’t spare them a glance. He had one goal.

When he saw you waiting in the dimly lit hallway near the artist room, slightly out of breath from running to see him, cheeks flushed from the cold Paris air, he fucking lost it.

A slow smirk stretched across his face as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his energy sharp. "Look at you," he murmured, tilting his head. "So desperate to see me you ran here? Cute."

Before you could respond, he was on you.

He grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside the nearest private room, locking the door behind him with a sharp click. The second you turned to face him, he was already crowding into your space, pressing you against the cool wall. His hands slammed down on either side of your head, trapping you.

"You have no idea," he whispered, voice low, teasing, "how fucking hard it was to sit through that show when I knew you were waiting for me." His breath ghosted over your lips. "What, you thought I'd be patient?"

He laughed—sharp, cocky, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. Then, without warning, he grabbed your chin and tilted your head up. "You ran all this way just to get fucked, didn't you?" he purred. "Yeah? Admit it, baby. You knew exactly what you were doing, texting me like that."

His other hand dragged down your side, fingers teasing over your waist before gripping your hip—hard. His knee nudged between your legs, pressing just enough to make you gasp.

"Say it," he demanded, voice dark. "Say you want me to ruin you right here. Right now."

And fuck, he wasn’t going to wait for an answer.

His lips crashed against yours, all teeth and hunger, his cocky smirk pressing into your mouth as he swallowed your gasp. His hands moved fast, yanking up your skirt, fingers already slipping between your thighs. He chuckled against your lips, feeling how wet and eager you were, how ready.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, pulling back just enough to look at you—cheeks flushed, lips swollen. "You really did come here just for me, huh?" His grip tightened, his smirk widening. "Lucky for you, I don’t mind giving you exactly what you want."

And with that, he spun you around, pressing your front against the wall.

"You better keep quiet," he murmured, dragging his teeth along your jaw. "Or do you want the whole damn building to know you're getting fucked by me?"

He didn't wait for an answer.

He never did.

Wooyoung wasn’t satisfied with just pressing you against the wall. No, that wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

"Arch that pretty back for me," he murmured, his hand sliding up to grip your throat, applying just enough pressure to tilt your chin up. "C’mon, baby. Show me how bad you want it."

His other hand, the one trailing down your stomach, slid between your thighs and pressed against your clit—just enough to make you whimper.

"That’s it," he praised, voice dripping with satisfaction as you arched, pushing your ass back into his hips, your front curving deliciously into his touch.

And then his fingers slipped inside you.

Two, knuckles deep, stretching you just enough to make you gasp. His chuckle vibrated against your neck as he licked a slow stripe along your skin before biting down—not enough to hurt, just enough to leave his mark.

"Shit," he exhaled, pumping his fingers in and out, curling them just right, his pace slow, teasing. "Already so wet? And I haven’t even given you my cock yet."

Your breath hitched, a soft moan slipping past your lips as he worked you open, his fingers gliding effortlessly in your slick heat. Your hands scrambled against the wall, desperate for something to hold onto, but Wooyoung just laughed.

"Now, now," he tsked, tightening his grip on your throat, forcing your head back against his shoulder. "You can take it, baby. Can’t you?"

You whimpered in response, your hips rolling instinctively against his hand.

He groaned, kissing down your neck again, lips hot and demanding, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin. "Fuck, you sound so pretty," he murmured, biting just beneath your jaw. "Go on, say my name."

You tried to hold back, but when his fingers curled deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you, it was impossible.

"Wooyoung—"

He snapped.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, his hips grinding against you, his cock straining painfully against his tight leather pants. "You’re gonna fucking kill me."

His fingers withdrew suddenly, leaving you empty and trembling, but before you could even whine in protest, he was already unzipping his pants. The metallic sound sent a shiver down your spine.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, breath ragged against your ear.

His hand reached down, gripping your thigh and dragging it up just enough to tilt your hips at the perfect angle. His other hand shoved your panties aside, fingers tracing over your soaked folds, spreading you open for him.

"Goddamn," he muttered, his tip rubbing against your entrance, teasing, but fuck—he was losing his patience. "You’re dripping. You really wanted this that bad?"

You barely managed a breathy "mmhmm" before he pressed inside, stretching you inch by inch until he bottomed out.

"Shit," he hissed, head dropping against your shoulder. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "You’re so fucking tight—"

He pulled back just enough to thrust in again, harder this time, knocking the air from your lungs.

"Better hold onto something, baby," he groaned, smirking against your neck. "Because I’m not stopping till you’re screaming."

Your cheek was flush against the cool wall, your breath fogging the surface as Wooyoung pressed you deeper into it. His palm was firm on the back of your neck, fingers splayed, controlling every little movement as he forced you to take him.

"Look at you," he breathed, watching as your back arched even further, your ass pressing against his hips with every thrust. "Fucking made for me."

His other hand was gripping your waist, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulled you back onto his cock, driving himself in as deep as you could take him. Every snap of his hips sent shocks of pleasure up your spine, making your thighs tremble beneath his hold.

"You feel that, baby?" he groaned, rolling his hips deliberately, making sure you felt every inch dragging against your walls. "How deep I am inside this pretty pussy?"

You whimpered, toes curling as the stretch bordered on overwhelming. Your walls clenched around him, pulling him in deeper, and that made him curse under his breath.

"Fuck—" His grip on your waist tightened, holding you still as he ground against you, filling you to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside you. "You're squeezing me so damn tight."

Your hands scrambled against the wall, nails scratching at the surface, but you had nowhere to go. Wooyoung had you locked in place, his palm pressing down on your neck just enough to keep you trapped, his hips rolling in slow, devastating thrusts.

"You wanna move, baby?" he teased, biting down on your shoulder before licking over the mark. "Want me to fuck you harder?"

You whimpered out something breathy, something desperate. It wasn’t enough for him.

He smirked, tightening his grip on your neck, making you gasp. "Use your words, sweetheart."

"Y-yes," you managed, voice trembling.

That was all he needed.

Wooyoung pulled back just enough before slamming into you again, the force knocking a moan from your lips. His grip on your waist yanked you deeper onto his cock, your arch perfect, making it so he hit that spot inside you over and over again.

"That's it," he grunted, thrusting into you faster, harder, his cock slamming into your soaked heat. "Fucking take it. Just like that."

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mixing with your breathy moans and his low groans. Your walls clenched around him, and he groaned, dropping his head to bite at your shoulder again, his teeth scraping over your skin.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he panted, his pace rough, relentless. "Gonna make you cum all over my cock."

His hand slid from your waist to your clit, rubbing tight circles that had your body jolting in his hold.

"You close, baby?" he murmured, voice dark, teasing. "Go on. Cum for me.”

Wooyoung knew exactly what he was doing to you. His cock was buried so deep, hitting that perfect spot with every ruthless snap of his hips, his fingers never stopping their relentless circles over your clit. The pressure was unbearable, pleasure climbing higher and higher, burning through your veins.

"Come on, baby," he groaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. "I can feel it. You're close, aren’t you? Gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl?"

Your breath hitched, the coil inside you winding too tight, too fast. His fingers pressed harder against your clit, rubbing faster, and that was it—you broke. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you so violently that your knees nearly gave out.

A sharp cry tore from your lips as your body seized in pleasure, your walls spasming around him, pulling him deeper, milking him for all he was worth.

"Fuck—just like that," Wooyoung groaned, his grip on your neck tightening as he rutted into you, chasing his own high. Your pussy was so tight, so fucking wet, squeezing him perfectly, and it sent him spiraling.

"Shit—" His hips stuttered, then he slammed in to the hilt, burying himself as deep as he could go. His cock twitched inside you, and then you felt it—the hot rush of his cum spilling into you, filling you to the brim.

But he didn’t stop.

"Fucking take it," he growled, grinding his hips into you as he fucked you through both of your orgasms, his cum dripping out with every messy thrust. "Not done with you yet."

Your body was overstimulated, pleasure morphing into something devastating, something that had your breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.

Wooyoung was still hard—so hard it was almost unfair. His stamina was relentless, his cock still pulsing inside you even as he rolled his hips, pushing his cum deeper into you.

And then, suddenly, he pulled out.

You barely had time to process it before he spun you around, lifting you effortlessly. Your back and ass hit the vanity, the cool marble biting into your skin as he spread your legs, slotting himself between them.

Your eyes were wide, dazed, but he just smirked, gripping his cock and lining it up again.

"You think we're done, sweetheart?" His voice was low, teasing, dangerous.

And then he thrust in, one smooth motion, splitting you open again.

A strangled moan escaped your lips, your hands flying to grip his shoulders, nails digging into them as he bottomed out. His grip was firm on your waist, keeping you still as he rolled his hips, filling you up over and over again.

"You're gonna give me another one," he panted, watching the way your body arched, the way your lips trembled. "Gonna make you cum on my cock again—fuck, maybe twice."

He wasn’t kidding. His thrusts were deep, precise, each one hitting that devastating spot inside you, making your walls flutter all over again.

"Feel that?" he murmured, his forehead dropping to yours, his breath fanning over your lips. "Feel how fucking deep I am?"

Your only response was a desperate whimper, and he groaned, gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Say my name, baby," he demanded, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust. "Say it while I ruin you."

Your body was trembling, overwhelmed, every nerve fried from the relentless pleasure. Your fingers dug into Wooyoung’s shoulders, nails leaving crescent moons in his skin as he fucked into you, deep and punishing.

"W-Woo—w-wait—" Your voice was a broken gasp, barely coherent, your chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. "It's too much—"

Wooyoung just chuckled, his teeth grazing your jaw before he trailed down, biting your neck, his tongue soothing over the sting. His grip on your hips was bruising, keeping you right there, helpless against the way he was ruining you.

"Too much?" he taunted, rolling his hips, stuffing you full again, making you keen. "Then why the fuck did you come here in this tiny little skirt, hm?"

His voice was dark, dripping with amusement and something filthy. His hands slipped under the fabric, gripping your thighs, forcing them further apart.

"Almost like you wanted this," he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your pulse. "Like you came here hoping I'd bend you over and fuck you like like my little fucktoy."

You moaned, body twitching, your walls clenching around him. Wooyoung groaned at the feeling, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"Fuck," he hissed. "You're squeezing me so tight—does it turn you on, baby? Knowing I see you? Knowing I know exactly what you need?"

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a desperate little cry. His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing harsh, messy circles.

"You're gonna cum again," he growled, snapping his hips harder, knocking the breath from your lungs. "Gonna cum all over my cock one more time, aren't you?"

You were. You couldn't stop it.

The coil inside you was winding tighter, unbearable, sending white-hot pleasure crackling through your limbs. Your legs shook, your fingers clutching his hair as you choked out, "W-Woo—fuck—"

He felt it. The way your walls fluttered, the way your body seized up. And the second you tried to scream his name, Wooyoung moved.

His lips crashed against yours, swallowing your cries, muffling every sound. His tongue slid into your mouth, his kiss sloppy and desperate, stealing the air from your lungs as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Your body shook violently, pleasure rolling over you in waves, your walls convulsing around him, sucking him deeper. Your moans were lost in his mouth, muffled by the way he devoured you.

And he didn't stop.

Wooyoung groaned into the kiss, his thrusts turning brutal, punishing, dragging every ounce of pleasure from your overstimulated body. His cock throbbed inside you, the wet sounds of your bodies colliding echoing in the small room.

"Fuck, look at you," he groaned against your lips, breathless, his forehead pressed to yours. "So fucked out—so fucking ruined."

His fingers dug into your waist, keeping you still as he chased his high, his hips slamming into you harder, deeper.

"I'm gonna cum inside you again," he panted, his voice rough, desperate. "Gonna fill you up so good—fuck, you're gonna feel the ache of it for days."

And then—he snapped.

Wooyoung’s grip on your waist turned bruising as he slammed into you, burying himself deep, groaning as his cock twitched. His breath was ragged, voice breaking on a guttural, "Fuck—" as he spilled inside you, thick and hot, filling you up just like he promised.

Your body jolted at the feeling, still sensitive, still trembling. And even though he was spent, Wooyoung didn't pull out just yet.

Instead, he let out a shaky breath, rolling his hips—once, twice—slow, deep thrusts, dragging out his own pleasure while making sure you felt everything.

You whimpered, fingers clutching his arms. "W-Woo—"

He finally stilled. His lips brushed your cheek, breath hot as he whispered, "Shh, baby. I know."

Then, slowly, he eased out of you. You felt everything—the emptiness, the mess, the way your walls fluttered around nothing. Your legs wobbled, but before you could fall, Wooyoung caught you, steadying you on your feet.

Your breath was shaky as he adjusted your clothes, pulling your skirt back down over your trembling thighs. His fingers slid beneath the hem, pressing over your soaked panties, pushing them snugly against your core, keeping everything inside you.

You whined at the pressure, and Wooyoung chuckled, smoothing down your blouse before running his fingers through your hair, fixing the mess he made.

Then, his hands cupped your face, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. His pupils were blown, his lips swollen from all the kissing, but his expression softened.

"I've missed you so much," he murmured, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

You blinked up at him, breathless, completely wrecked. Then, with a weak smirk, you muttered, "Yeah, I can see that..”

Your gaze dropped.

He was still hard.

Still dripping.

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head as his hand gripped the base of his cock, still hard and dripping. His eyes twinkled with mischievous intent as he looked back at you.

“We’ll take care of this at home,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Let me call the manager to pick us up. You’re not done yet.”

You bit your lip, still trying to catch your breath, but Wooyoung’s cocky smile told you everything you needed to know.

The night wasn’t over. And neither was he.

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