Beginner's Luck

Beginner's luck

Genre: 18+, smut, fluff

Cw: yoga instructor!minho x yoga student!reader, excessive good girl, light praise/praise kink, soft dom min, oral (m recieving), fingering (f recieving), slight body worship, minho being sexy as fuck (as usual), he makes you watch (gasp)

Wc: 6.1k

Summary: You definitely did not turn up to the beginners class, but luckily Minho offers to give you some extra help afterward

AN: YOOOOO I definitely should've been revising instead of writing this but I had extreme yoga instructor min brainrot

The decision to splurge on a month of yoga classes was actually not one you intended to make.

Initially, it seemed like a brilliant idea, a months subscription to Seoul's most luxurious leisure centre, a treat for both your body and your mind- one you had been needing lately. Yet, as reality dawned in on you after the purchase had been made, it became apparent that perhaps you should've let your eyes wander over the small print and not just the price tag and the length of the subscription.

You had assumed, rather naively, that paying that unholy number included access to the entire gym facility. Oh, how wrong you were. Instead, you found yourself committed to a month of yoga classes alone, without the added benefit of gym amenities. Without the perks and the pool and the huge gym and the sports courts- the deal wasn't looking so good anymore.

Now, you were tasked with justifying this financial tragedy by vowing to attend every class religiously, to apologize for the unintentional trauma you had inflicted on your poor bank account.

Lesson learned: always read the fine print.

Upon your arrival at the studio on the first day, you felt a little out of place with the rest of the women in the class, and a subtle sense of apprehension mingled with your already tense nerves. You took a place in the front row by the wall, setting up your mat and sitting to mirror everyone else in the room. They all seemingly knew eachother already, conversations filling the studio as the clock ticked to 11am.

The hour was marked by the appearance of the class instructor, pushing the door to the studio open and immediately capturing your entire focus with how he shone like a beacon. He possessed an unmistakable allure just from looking at him, like he had just come back from a magazine cover shoot.

As he stepped into the room, a palpable shift in energy swept through the space. The once lively chatter dwindled to a hushed murmur- the man doing nothing but smile to garner the attention of every pair of eyes in the room, an awe settling over you. It was as if time itself slowed as he placed his bag down in front of you.

Within seconds your perfect view of the model was covered by the women in the class stumbling over themselves to offer him help in setting up- they were all wrapped around his finger, and you considered for a second that this man was what drove the price for these yoga classes so high.

The instructor politely accepted the help like this adoration was just part of his daily routine, laughing with them as they asked about his night- if he slept well, how his cats were doing.

Cats, he had cats.

A charming smile and a cascade of thank yous somehow guided everyone back to their mats- it was evident that he possessed a natural magnetism, a quality that drew others to him like moths to a flame.

As the room settled, his gaze, warm and inviting, drifted over to you, momentarily causing your heart to skip a beat. His smile, radiant and genuine, seemed to light up the entire space, infusing it with an undeniable warmth. It was a smile that could have easily knocked you off your feet if you weren't already sat down. In that moment, it felt as though the world had paused. For some reason, you had the sense for a second that you were the only person in the room to him.

When his gaze locked onto yours, you imperceptibly gasped, momentarily caught off guard by his intensity. Quickly averting your eyes, you reached for your water bottle, feigning nonchalance as you took a sip to mask the rising blush creeping up your neck. You felt like he was setting you alight just by looking at you.

God, surely a man so perfect couldn't be real.

There had to be a catch. He must be overly conceited and cocky, or even an outright asshole. Maybe he's one of those men that make women fall for him so that he can play with their feelings- like a fuckboy or something.

He couldn't have been blessed with a face like that and also have the personality of a genuinely good guy.

As you summoned the courage to look back up, you were taken aback to find the instructor (model) seated directly in front of you, that sweet and gentle grin still adorning his face. He extended his hand towards you, a warm invitation in his eyes.

"Lee Minho, it's nice to meet you," he said with a playful lilt in his tone. "Ever done yoga before?"

Oh wow. He was even more gorgeous up close. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervous excitement in the pit of your stomach as you tentatively reached out to shake his hand.

"Uh, no, first time," you managed to say, your laughter laced with a hint of awkwardness as you shook his hand a few times, trying to ignore the sparks and warmth that spread from your fingertips to your entire body.

"No worries, you're in good hands," he spoke reassuringly, his demeanor instantly putting you at ease. "What's your name?"

What a man.

Oh, right, your name.

"My name is y/n," you managed to reply, offering a nervous giggle as your eyes kept accidentally glancing down- surveying his body.

Minho leaned back onto his hands, tilting his head to the side, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of captivation wash over you. His black vest was doing nothing to hide the gorgeous tanned skin of his chest from you, which you were very grateful for. He wore two chains that dangled down his neck, highlighting his collarbones, and his grey sweatpants were doing everything for his thighs.

You wanted to take a bite.

"Pretty name," he complimented with a charming smile, his words sending a flurry of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It was as if he knew he had short-circuited your brain, so without waiting for a response from you, he continued, "If you're confused, just let me know, and I'll come help."

Wow.

Throughout the session, you found yourself in need of Minho's guidance more often than you'd care to admit. It quickly became apparent that your lack of preparation was a concerning hindsight, coupled with the fact that you didn't know half of the words he was telling you, let alone what position they meant, left you at a distinct disadvantage compared to the other attendees. As Minho effortlessly led the class through a series of challenging poses, you couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment wash over you.

You found yourself looking around the room cluelessly, trying to mimic their movements before anyone realised that yet again you didn't have a clue what was going on. It was a futile effort, because your attempts just resulted in awkward contortions that left you feeling more frustrated than yoga enlightened.

Though Minho's keen eye caught onto your struggle, and with a reassuring smile, he made his way over to offer assistance each time. Patiently and with gentle encouragement, he guided you through each pose that you couldn't get, providing helpful adjustments and corrections along the way.

Once the session was drawing to a close, you couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and gratitude wash over you. While everyone else slowly started to filter out of the studio one by one, you found yourself lingering near the door, unsure of how to approach Minho.

You definitely had to apologize for being so difficult, for taking up so much of his time- but you honestly didn't want to just give up straight away. You couldn't, really, not after the money you spent on this month.

Maybe he had a beginner class, something better suited for your level of knowledge.

"Minho," you spoke from the doorway, catching his attention. "Do you have a minute?"

He flashed you a soft smile and slipped his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants. "Sure, come in, what's up?"

"Well, I just wanted to apologize for... not being very good," you chuckled slightly, noting the way his eyebrows furrowed slighty. "I didn't even realize I signed up for such a difficult class, so-"

"No need to apologize, we were all beginners once," he interrupted gently, his tone warm and understanding.

"Right, that's what I wanted to ask," you clasped your hands together, a sense of hopefulness creeping into your voice. "Do you do... a beginner class?"

"I don't, unfortunately," he smiled pityfully, his expression sympathetic. "They're run by another instructor."

You hummed sadly, a tinge of disappointment coloring your thoughts. So, it was either take an easier yoga class, or not get to stare at this model of a man as he showed you how flexible he was? It seemed that finding a class tailored to your.. needs would be more challenging than anticipated.

"But, if you're free, I could stick around for a bit and give you some extra help? Free of charge, of course," Minho offered, his tone genuine.

Apparently, this man was perfect. An angel both inside and out, nothing like the poorly constructed view you had of him at the beginning, simply because he was gorgeous.

Your eyebrows raised, full of hope and excitement at the unexpected offer from him.

"Are you sure? I mean... I've literally never done half of those poses before, I'm-" you began, your words faltering as his pretty laugh cut you off, leaving you completely captivated by the man in front of you.

"Don't worry about it, I've got you, alright?" he reassured, his smile warm and reassuring.

Just then, you knew that you would also be part of the demographic of his class that were stumbling over themselves to be his personal yoga mat tomorrow morning.

To be under this man.. what a dream.

"Roll out your mat again, I'm just going to refill my bottle," Minho grinned, baring his perfect teeth in a charming smile to you. "Want me to do yours too?"

"Oh, I'm good thank you," you smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his offer.

The instructor nodded with a smile, and you couldn't keep your eyes away from the way his shoulder blades glided underneath his black vest as he left you alone in the studio. The sight left you momentarily speechless, a swirl of not so innocent emotions stirring within you.

You let out the breath that you'd unknowingly been holding, along with a giddy laugh at the insane situation. You could barely concentrate on the yoga when it was the whole class, let alone now that you were going to have his undivided attention. As you rolled out your mat once again, you couldn't help but wonder how you were going to stay sane with him right next to you, guiding you through each pose with his body heat so close.

Oh, would he touch you? Would he place those beautiful hands on you again, manoeuvre you into any way he wanted you?

"Ready to get started?" Minho asked as he reappeared at the door to his studio.

You nodded eagerly, a sense of anticipation coursing through your veins as he approached. When he held out his hand for you to stand from the mat you didn't hesitate to take it. With a gentle tug, he effortlessly lifted you to your feet, and you couldn't help but giggle like a lovestruck teenager at his entire focus being on you. His gorgeous smile only added to the fluttering of your heart.

"Alright, so, which positions did you struggle the most with?" he asked first, his voice warm and encouraging.

You paused for a moment, pursing your lips and feeling an embarrassed blush tint your cheeks.

"Oh," you chuckled nervously. "I guess... all of them?"

Minho didn't judge you, his eyes still filled with that same gentle understanding that made you 100% sure he was some god among men.

"That's okay," he reassured, his voice gentle and reassuring. "We'll work through them together, let's start with the basics."

"Alright," you pouted.

"Do you remember warrior?"

Your stomach bursted full with butterflies at the approving hum and nod he gave you when you slipped into what you hoped was the correct position. It felt like a small victory at least: correctly remembering one pose from the class.

Minho's hands gently held your waist, his touch light yet firm as he guided them forward an inch. You felt a shiver run down your spine as one of his hands snaked across to the small of your back, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. He pressed forward, encouraging you to arch your spine, his hold on you soft yet commanding.

"Perfect, that's it," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

Oh god.

You were almost breathless, feeling his palms run across your body to correct your positioning, his face so close making it much more intimate than you thought it would be.

Not that you minded of course.

"Now reverse it for me," he spurred you on.

But you didn't quite catch the full sentence, your brain was too focused on the fact that he had specifically used the words 'for me'.

For me.

He could probably get you to do anything he wanted if he just added 'for me' at the end, he had you wrapped around his little finger and you had only laid eyes on him 2 hours ago.

Lost in your thoughts, you blinked down at the ground for a second before properly processing his words. With a nod, you simply switched out your legs to mirror the position.

He let out an endearing little giggle at your action, making you look up at him, a redness blossoming on your cheeks.

"Reverse warrior," he prompted gently, his voice laced with encouragement.

"Oh! ..I'm sorry," you mumbled, feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over you.

"Don't apologize, it was my mistake,"

Minho's palm traveled up your torso, applying gentle pressure on your center of gravity to guide you backwards. Though with it he took the hem of your floaty top, his pinky resting on the skin of your lower stomach- driving you wild.

With a deft movement, he took one arm down to the back of your knee, guiding you slowly into the pose he wanted you in. Then he slid the other hand up to your arm, his fingers gently dancing up to your wrist- drawing goosebumps to the skin with every touch, and he pushed your arm upright.

"There, that's more like it," he laughed, his eyes sparkling with pride as he gazed down at your upside-down face. "You're doing great."

"Thank you," you smiled bashfully, the tips of your ears flushing.

"Stand up," he said, his voice gentle yet commanding. "I need to see how flexible you are before we try any difficult positions."

Oh god.

The rapidly increasing clouded part of your mind wanted to reply that you could be as flexible as he wanted you to be- but rationally, you weren't all that bendy.

Then, your eyes fell to his lips as his tongue peaked out to wet them and the rational part of your brain slowly started to melt away.

He was probably very flexible, right? And he probably had lots of ..stamina.

"Can you touch your toes?"

You nodded eagerly, remembering how you used to be able to. But as you bent over, you quickly realized that your fingers just didn't want to cooperate anymore, falling short of reaching your toes, and you couldn't help but groan in frustration.

"Apparently not anymore."

"Would you like me to help? It might burn a little."

"Please," you nodded, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through you as his fingers gently slid around your waist.

He stepped closer, your ass pressed against him as he leant forward, his chest flush against your back. With his weight pressing down on you, you immediately felt the effects in your calves, a dull ache beginning to spread through your muscles. But you quite literally could not have cared less if he was going to press himself on you like this.

He curled his hands around your arms, and he pushed you further down until your fingers touched your toes, spurring a little hiss to escape your lips.

"You feel it?" Lee Minho hummed, his voice lowered to a whisper, taking into account your closeness and the otherwise silentness of the room.

His palms held your hips again, comfortingly rubbing up and down.

"Yeah," you replied, your voice barely above a breath.

"Do you want to stop?" he inquired softly, his concern palpable in the air.

"No... It's fine," you shook your head. It really was fine if he was going to continue to whisper into your ear like that. You could put up with the burn if that's the price to pay.

No pain no gain.

"Good girl," he smiled, his words sending a wave of hotness cascading through you, almost making your knees buckle right then and there.

His hands slid down, coming to rest on each of your thighs, his touch gentle yet firm. You sucked in a breath. But it wasn't until he gave a little squeeze to signal you that the most embarrassing hiccup ripped its way out of your throat.

"That'll do," he said, his voice reassuring as he gently guided you back to an upright position.

You let him lift you up, hiding your raging blush behind your hair. You were acutely aware of just how close you were to Lee Minho, chest pressed against your back- breath hitting the back of your ear for a second until he stepped back. His presence was both thrilling and nerve-wracking all at once.

"What about the splits, can you do them?"

"Almost," you shrugged, feeling a sense of determination welling up within you. With a deep breath, you sank to the floor and spread your legs as far as they would go, determined to prove yourself to him. But to your dismay, you quickly realized that your flexibility was just downright embarrassing when faced with a professional yoga instructor

You looked up at Minho's amused smirk, feeling a shiver cascade down your back as he sat down behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. His close proximity sent your poor heart racing, the warmth of his body seeping into yours and filling you with desire.

"Want my help again?" he offered, his voice soft and reassuring.

"Yeah," you sighed with infatuation, a giddy smile worming its way onto your mouth at his offer.

"I need you to tell me when it hurts so you don't overexert yourself, okay?" he asked, his tone gentle yet firm. Upon seeing your nod of agreement, he placed his hands back on the inside of your thighs, his grip stronger this time, causing a rush of heat to flood your cheeks.

As he began to gently guide you into the stretch, with each movement, you found yourself working overtime to ensure that he wouldn't hear your deep breathing start to stutter.

He pulled slightly, observing your reaction before pulling again and again, caressing the inside of your legs, giving you a chance to tell him to stop. But the words didn't come, the ache in your muscles dulled by the warmth of his touch and the arousal bubbling in your abdomen.

As he continued to guide you deeper, you couldn't help but feel a sense of determination welling up within you. The way he smiled like he was impressed only fueled your desire to keep going, even though every muscle in your legs were screaming in protest.

Your body forced you forward, leaning on your palms to try and accommodate the unnatural discomfort in your pelvis as he stretched you to your limit.

"I'm okay," you swallowed, wanting him to continue.

Minho then repeated the motions again, pulling your legs ever so slightly and then stopping, each movement bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your flexibility. But just as you were about to reach your limit, he paused, his expression filled with concern.

"Are you sure this isn't hurting?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"It's fine," you replied, your voice wavering with the new ache in your muscles. "I can push through it."

"No, you're a beginner, you can't," Minho said sternly, his voice laced with concern as he immediately relaxed his grip on your thighs.

Instinctively, your legs drew closer, back to a natural spread instead of almost a straight line.

"I told you to tell me if it started to hurt."

You were acutely aware of the sensation of his hair tickling your neck, the warmth of his breath bouncing off of your ear, the firmness of his biceps pressing against your arms.

You hadn't wanted to disappoint him, quite the opposite in fact. The thought of impressing him had been your driving force, but you felt a little guilty that he was trying to genuinely help- and you wanted his attention.

Only a little guilty, because the rest of what you felt was fucking turned on that he was telling you off.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, a pang of regret at having ignored his earlier instructions. "I just.. I wanted to impress you."

Minho's expression softened at your words, and he let out a small sigh. He carressed your thighs, running his hands comfortingly up and down- he reassured you that it was okay, his touch however doing nothing to calm the raging storm inside of you.

"You need to listen to your body, okay? That's the most important thing."

In that moment, as you gazed behind at him, all your body was telling you was how badly you wanted this man to take your body however he wanted it. How he could push you into any position he wanted you in, use you however he wanted to.

"Is it hurting now?"

He leaned forward, his fingers dancing closer and closer and your pulse was spiking higher and higher that you could barely register his question over your arousal screaming at you.

"Only a little."

"I didn't mean to push you so far."

You wanted to reassure him that he had nothing to feel bad about but he was massaging the tendons in the very inner part of your thighs over your shorts and you just mentally couldn't get any words out.

"Your muscles are so tight, relax."

You couldn't.

You couldn't relax.

Your head stuttered as you tried to nod, little breaths escaping you- he had to know what he was doing.

Those hands slid upwards, inching underneath the hem of your top to hold your hips- continuing to massage the tensor muscles either side of you.

"Lean back, I've got you."

You raised your arms, letting him pull you so your back was resting against his hard chest again.

"Relax," he whispered into your ear, one hand redirected to your sternum, where he snaked up until his hand rested around your neck. You gasped, and you felt the smile spread on his face as he pushed up until your head leant back to rest against his shoulder.

Wow.

Maybe this is why he had so many devoted fans- if this was the sort of personal attention he gave to everyone?

His fingers tickled tiny shapes over the skin of your throat, the others sifting between squeezing your thigh and rubbing up and down it.

"Minho?"

"Yes y/n?"

"Do you.. help everyone.. like this?" You gulped, sort of fearing his answer.

If he said yes, then this clearly meant nothing to him, maybe he wasn't even flirting with you? Maybe you were reading this wrong?

Maybe-

"I don't, no."

Oh fuck.

So..?

"Can you keep a secret? If it got out that I was doing this, I'd never get to go home."

His raspy laugh made you want to release a moan, he was just so tempting.

"O-Of course, I won't tell anyone," you gulped.

Minho hummed approvingly, "I knew you'd be a good girl for me."

Then you really did moan, letting out a breath that bled into a noise of pure desire- and the instructor next to you smirked as you darted one hand up to cover your mouth.

You gasped when he pulled at the strings of your shorts, long fingers tracing your skin behind the hem, teasing you.

"Is this okay?" He smiled when you nodded frantically.

Minho's hand pushed past your shorts, his thumb slipping under the hem of your panties to pull the elastic and snap them against you- drawing a short yelp out of your throat.

A velvety chuckle reached your ears, the man finding your reaction amusing, but you couldn't bring yourself to be embarrassed when his hand was so close to where you needed him.

"Oh wow, you need it bad, huh?" He spoke quietly, more to himself at first as he rubbed over the very obvious wet mess you'd left in your underwear.

He spoke like he wasn't the root cause of your problem.

"Yes, please," you sighed.

"How long have you been this wet, hm?" He smirked, nudging his nose against your cheek as his lips placed little kisses on your jaw.

"Since I saw you."

Lee Minho seemed to have you under his spell, since you didn't even get the chance to think about pretending you hadn't been soaked the second you laid your eyes on him.

"Yeah?" He teased, his other hand tilting your head to face him. "Poor baby."

He muffled your whines with his pretty plush lips, pressing closer with a little more persistence until you opened your mouth for him, and he licked over your tongue like he was trying to swallow every moan that was threatening to escape your throat.

He continued to rub you over the cotton of your panties, his lips curling up into a smirk everytime he felt you clench around nothing. Increasing and decreasing the pressure randomly, he waited for each hitch in your breath or jolt of your hips- trying to find that sweet spot that would melt you to putty in his arms.

"Minho," you pouted, drawing out his name.

"I know," he smiled, pulling your underwear to the side. "Need my help again, hm?"

You gasped as his thumb pressed flat against your unclothed clit, leaving his fingers free to play with your entrance- and you're so wet that he just slipped against your skin, gathering the slick on his digits.

"Gonna let me taste?" He whispered gravelly in your ear, and your poor heart almost beated out of your chest.

Before you nodded he was already lifting his hand up anyway, moving his fingers in a scissor motion in front of the two of your faces. Your cheeks flushed red, but you couldn't bring yourself to look away as he parted his lips- tongue laying flat so he can press his two middle fingers on it.

You watched in awe as he closed his mouth around them, closing his eyes and humming as he replaced the taste of you with his saliva instead.

Fuck.

He looked like he was genuinely enjoying the taste, getting off on it, it was so intimate- so fucking sexy. This was worth every penny you spent on that stupid subscription. Did you even need him to touch you? You were half convinced if he continued you could've cum untouched.

A line of spit connected his fingers to his lips when he finally pulled them back.

You gulped.

Minho turnt to you, his eyes clouded with a hazy lust as he watched the way you let him push his fingers past your lips.

"That's it, perfect," he groaned, gently fucking into your mouth with a slow rythym- gulping at the way your tongue toyed with his fingers. "Fuck."

You reached your hand behind you, easily finding the hard bulge in his sweats, and began to stroke him over the cotton. You followed the rythym he was setting with his fingers, and watched as his jaw fell slack before he bit his lip- trying to keep his composure.

"I was trying not to pop a boner the whole session, you know?"

The whole session, every time you needed help and he came to give you tips, he couldn't keep his eyes off of your ass and the way you bent over.

He wiped the saliva from your lips as he took his fingers back, half lidded eyes blinking slowly, his breathing laboured, and red hot ears- the textbook definition of sex appeal staring right at you.

"Take them off."

You didn't need to be told twice.

You lifted your hips, shimmying your shorts and panties down your legs until you could flick them off of your feet.

Minho's palm splayed across your stomach, pulling you back against his chest as he leant over your shoulder to watch his own actions. He drew tight little circles around your clit with his thumb, slipping the two spit covered middle fingers past your slippery folds- into your entrance to the first knuckle, until he realised your eyes were shut.

He shook you slightly, nibbling on the shell of your ear. "Come on, watch."

You shuddered out a breath, letting your chin touch your chest as you looked down, flushed face- watching his ring finger dissapear into you with every centimetre.

He groaned every time you squeezed around him, pushing further in and being met with no resistance apart from your warm walls pulsing- making his cock throb against your back.

"Look how wet you are," he whispered, pulling out until only the tip of his finger was left inside you so that you could see how it glistened, before he began to fuck into you.

If you had your wits about you, you probably could've teased him back about how his hard on was straining behind you- feeling the wet spot his precum was making seep into your bunched up top. But you didn't.

You could only let your moans get louder as he pushed a second finger into you.

"Oh- fuck, Minho," you whined, your nails digging into his thighs as you squirmed against him.

"Feels good?"

"So good," you mewled as his fingers bullied that spongy spot inside you that had your toes curling.

The movements of his arm was strangely erotic, watching his veins with a bitten lip, watching the tendons in his wrist flex and relax with every thrust of his fingers. Everything about Lee Minho was erotic.

The two of you watched your pussy flutter as he increased his pace, causing your arousal to drip down his fingers- your walls spasming as you got closer with every circle of his thumb on your clit.

"M-Minho, I'm close," you whimpered against his neck, turning your head to try and stave off your orgasm.

Your legs twitched and shook more with every second, and he could feel your body tighten against him as that knot in your abdomen wound up to its breaking point.

"Cum for me."

And you did, because your hypothesis that him saying 'for me' could make you do anything was true.

You released the breath you were holding as you came against him, Minho's hand keeping you against him like a vice so that he didn't miss any part of your climax. He captured your lips with his own again, swallowing down all of the desperate moans that were tumbling out as he continued to thrust his fingers to work you through it.

He listened to your breathing, waited until you finally slumped against him, finally relaxed- before he pulled out.

"Oh fuck," you sighed blissfully, taking a second to regain your senses.

When you opened your eyes again and Minho had his fingers deep in his mouth, you were suddenly reminded that he hadn't cum- and was very clearly still hard.

He watched you swivel around, resting on your knees in front of him, unable to keep your eyes from the bulge in his sweatpants. Then it was his turn to blush as he glanced down at the mess above his crotch- the fabric soaked with his dribbling precum. Minho smiled bashfully, leaning back on his hands as if to put himself on display, and you wondered how he could still look so confident and in his element when he was clearly embarrassed. It was so sexy.

He was just so sexy.

He cocked his eyebrow at you as if to ask what you were going to do about it.

You reached over slightly, biting your lip as you shuffled closer, starting to pull his sweatpants and boxers down to free his cock from its straining confines.

"Good girl."

He was going to be the death of you.

You left them at his thighs, not bothering to even take them off before you could resist the urge to clasp your hands around him any longer. Squeezing his base hard, you looked up to observe his eyes flutter shut when you started to stroke him up and down. He was leaking all over your knuckles so you shimmyed down to lower your mouth to his tip- resting on your forearms.

As quick as his eyes shut, they reopened again so that he could gasp at the image of you on the floor in front of him- ass in the air, kitten licking his tip to try and catch all the precum before it dribbled down.

"Look at you," he cooed, "so pretty."

You smiled at his praise, swirling your tongue over the top of him one last time before you took him into your mouth. You let your spit dribble down him messily, if his loud groaning was anything to go on, he was enjoying the wetness as your hands spread it across his length.

"That's it, fuck yeah."

The way he was reacting- god, you'd do anything he wanted.

What a man.

As if he could sense your desire to please him, he rested his weight on one hand, the other coming up to gently push down on the back of your head.

"Can you take more?"

Your eyes blinked up, keeping your lips sealed around him and letting your jaw fall slack so you could push him further until the top of his cock was hitting the back of your throat.

"Oh, perfect," he groaned out as he watched you suck and jerk him off at the same time, hollowing your cheeks and lowering as much as you could- your tongue tracing the veins along his length.

Minho threw his head back, his fingers curling on top of your hair and intertwining with your hair as he spurred your movements on with a little gentle encouragement. His hips bucked up every now and then- unable to stay down on the ground as you drew him closer to his orgasm.

"Fuck."

His voice cracked a little when one of your hands left his cock to scratch at his chest, your nails tickling his abs as your ran your fingers over his torso- feeling the way his muscles tightened up and constricted.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck."

You picked up the pace a little and his knees pulled upwards. He planted his feet into the yoga mat as his toes curled and he had to abandon his hold on your head to steady himself.

"Ah, keep going- don't stop.. just like that."

This gorgeous man was about to fucking cum in your mouth, the motion alone could've brought you to the edge again without any stimulation.

"Gonna swallow for me, right?" He moaned shamelessly, "take it all in that pretty mouth?"

Absolutely.

God yes.

With little hesitation, Minho dropped back onto his elbows when he finally came, his shoulders and chest heaving- flushed and red and doused in a thin layer of sweat that made him look twice as sexy as before.

"Oh fuck, that's it."

You sucked on the tip of his cock while he was shooting warm white ropes down your throat, and he was half convinced you were trying to milk him for all he could give as your hands continued to stroke him at that torturous pace. Bordering on overstimulation, you waited until he was twitching and his thick thighs were desperately closing in on your arms before you let him go- releasing your lips with a pop.

"Sorry," you smiled bashfully, wiping your mouth with the back of your palm.

He laughed exasperatedly and caught his breath, flopping down on his back. He kept you in his gaze as you put your underwear and shorts back on, his head propped up by his folded arms.

"Y/n, don't switch classes."

Switch classes? As if.

You were never going to switch classes anyway as soon as you found out he didn't run the beginner ones. He was the treat for the mind and body, not the yoga.

"Same time tomorrow?" You smiled coyly, watching a large grin spread onto his features.

"Good girl."

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you woke up feeling… sticky. pulling your legs apart, sticky dried cum covers every bit of skin between your legs. confused, you check the sheets to see stains, knowing that you didn’t do anything last night, you looked around for hongjoong. there was a note on the side of the bed, catching your attention with his cursive writing. you took sleeping medicine last night, your eyes still groggy.

“check your phone, baby. i got home pretty late and was working all night, im heading out now.. but i hope you slept well.”

you opened your phone to see a video sent to you by joong, the video starting out by showing your legs spread wide open. you’re on your tummy, evidently sleeping, your pussy glistening from the flash of his camera. he then points the camera towards his two-toned cock, his pale foreskin being pulled back to reveal his bright pink tip. your mouth opened as you seen a drop of precum separate from his cock, onto the back of your thigh.

“you’re throbbing just watching this video hm??” hongjoong giggles into the camera, making wet sounds with his thumb and the tip of his cock.

he then brings his fingers to your pussy, spreading your hole wide open just for the camera to pick up. he stuck his thumb inside of you for just a moment, just to pull it out and spread your hole with it, slowly. he then brought his cock to your entrance, rubbing it against your heat causing wet sounds to erupt. sticking just the tip inside of your pussy, he moans desperately into the camera.

“oh i wish… oh i wish i could just fuck you right now. but i’m not that rude.. am i??” he started to push his cock deep into you, stopping halfway. “no… i’m not that rude. i’m not going to ruin your well deserved sleep…” he sighs breathlessly, tapping his cock on your pussy, sticking the tip inside of you for just a moment.

“agh wait… that feels good..” he taps his cock on your pussy again, this time repeatedly, “ahhh.. wait… i think i’m gonna cum…” the camera starts to shake a bit, being able to tell that his focus on the camera wasn’t a main concern. he pulls the camera back further, pulling his cock away from you as he shakes it back and forth, continuing the same stimulation. cum starts to spurt everywhere, on your ass, back, pussy; everywhere.

“i so wish you were awake for that… at least you’ll have a video.”

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Experienced mingi and virgin s/o mindrot GOOD GOD, not ever getting laid but also having the hormones of a teenage girl is terrible like dick is all thats on my mind rn

˚₊﹒ 𓄵 𓍢ִ໋ ࣪ ⋆ experienced mingi x virgin reader ݁ ˓ 𓍼

◌ mingi first brought up the idea of touching each other when you were in class. you were completely shocked as you knew he was experienced, but not that he’d come on to you as strong; so early in the relationship.

◌ that day you had both stayed after school to study in the library, your session starting there. he started groping you under the table, rubbing at your panties.

⟢ “𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒕.. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚?

◌ he rubbed in between your folds, pants leaving between his lips as he checks around him in the secluded library area.

◌ that’s when you grabbed his wrist, pushing his chair back to sit on his lap. you made out with him, rubbing on his firm cock in his pants in the process. he winced and whined, when you heard a student teacher walk up…

⟢ “𝒖𝒉𝒎… 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆? 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒖ff 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.. 𝒚𝒆𝒂…”

◌ giggling and running out of the library hand in hand, you both ran to his motorcycle to head to his dorm.

◌ thankfully when you arrived his roommate yunho was no where to be seen, which gave mingi the cue to go batshit crazy.

◌ tearing off your clothes and his, he kissed you so hungrily. leaving harsh bites on your neck, the feeling of his warm soft tongue licking over your new wounds were enough to make you cum in your pants.

◌ you had never experienced anything like this, nothing of this matter, actually. mingi was your first kiss. your first lover. your first love. however it was different for him… with some explanation he explained how he would date to find love with no luck, which gave him his sexual experiences. but it was different with you, and he proved it in every way.

◌ fucking into your hole so passionately, his whines egging you on. it was so wet and warm for him, never have before experiencing such adoration for someone while feeling so good physically for himself.

◌ he put you in every. fucking. position. possible. 69, licking and digging his tongue deep into every hole in your lower half. he cleaned you up so delicately after you came all over his face, but making sure to smack you on the ass to remind you not to cum so early.

◌ as a result, he got dominant. this view of mingi was so enticing, your sexual fantasies all being answered within one sexual experience with mingi.

◌ grabbing you by the neck, fucking into you again deeply, feeling every ridge of his cock, his balls squishing against your asshole making a tingly sensation occur, wetness spreading all over the inside of your thighs, the wind of his thrusts making a cooling sensation spread throughout the skin of your thighs.

◌ he shoves his fingers into your mouth when he hears someone in the hallway, making you shut up almost immediately. you couldn’t seem to keep your whines to a minimum, your voice involuntarily making its own noises.

◌ grabbing you by your hair firmly, but never before feeling such a gentle and relaxing grab. the tension from your hair being up all day was being relived by this, eyes rolling back from how taken advantage you feel.

◌ he shoved his fingers into his mouth, tasting you while looking into your eyes, his cock starts to twitch, which results in him letting out the hottest groans known to humankind.

◌ he pulled out, squirting all over your stomach for the 4th time this evening. taking the same fingers he had in both of your guys’s mouth & shoving it into your pussy. hitting every spot possible, you squirted on his abs, his mouth open from how breathtaking you look.

◌ that’s when you heard beeping, the door key code being used. your head snapped to look behind you, your position from laying on the couch resulted in your head hanging off the couch to see who it was. mingi grabbed a pillow to put it over your spread legs, grabbing your tits to hide them from whoever may be walking into the dorm at this time of day.

⟢ “𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏” 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.

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BROKEN BOUNDARIES

pairing : dom!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre : smut, mentions of death, killing, guns, gunshots, blood, action, marking, orgasm denial, tattoos, rings, scars, making out, unprotected sex.

wc : 2.3k words

warning : 18+ content, minors dni

A/N : this fic is a continuation of crossing boundaries so kindly read it before reading this one for better understanding :D

next morning, the bed was empty next to you. suddenly a shrill scream was heard from around the corridor, you dressed up, running as fast as you could, your eyes widening at the scene in front of you.

it made you believe that sunghoon, in fact, can go upto any lengths to have you.

you didn't know what to feel. your father was sprawled on the floor, motionless as a bullet rested right in the middle of his forehead, taking his life away forever. the whole scene was in frenzy, your aunts crying, your bodyguards trying to get him to the doctor, the bloody mess on the floor.

but in the midst of this all, you were searching for him. the person who shot your father was nowhere to be seen, as if he had teleported right after killing him. your search was short lived as one of the bodyguard ushered you back into your room, saying how the killer might still be out and you needed to be safe.

you sat down on your bed, trying to process everything you saw in the span of 15 minutes, you couldn't, so you screamed. you screamed into your palms, wondering how did everything change in just a night.

were you angry? yes, your safety was on the verge of destruction. were you sad? no, father was a mere title, you were glad to let him go. were you happy? again, no. after all, your father did give you a sense of safety, it's all gone now.

you went to grab your blade from the bed side table, the same blade which gives you a sense of security, only to see a small paper beneath it. you grabbed it as fast as you could, opening it to see that you were right. it was sunghoon's letter.

training room 5

6:30 pm sharp

bring necessary stuff

running away? was that his plan? if so then he's wrong to think that you can survive on your own with him. sighing, you packed your weapons as well as some clothes in your backpack, thinking of how this is the dumbest yet the most right idea for you. the crying and screaming resounding from outside fading away as you dug deeper into your thoughts.

before you knew it, 6:20 had already struck the clock. you made your way outside for room 5, the last room and the easiest one to use for your escapade.

yet somehow you reached the room without being interrogated by the guards. the room was dim, the small LEDs barely lighting up the room. your watch displayed '6:30' on it.

"hey, doll." a strong hand gripped your waist and the other, your hand before you could attack him. park sunghoon was here, in all his glory, not even bothering to wear a mask to hide himself. his chest pressed against your back, his mouth near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

you turned around to take a full look at him. even in the dim lights, you could see his sharp jawline, a smirk plastered on his face as he bit his lipring, sporting an all black look, his tattoos peaking out, making him look twice as intimidating.

you wordlessly grabbed his hand, dragging him to your bike. you were talking him to your hideout, the one which only you and your father knew about. now that your father was no more, it was only you, making it a safe place for you.

"sit." you ordered as you got in the front, sunghoon laughed, "that's hot." he commented, getting back, holding onto your waist, his hand itching down, making you roll your eyes.

you started the engine, speedily making your way out of the place before someone catches up to you, hoon looked free, the smirk never leaving his face as he had proudly shot your father earlier.

"fuck." you swore, luck wasn't on your side as you saw five of your men following, shooting guns freely at you. hoon turned and tried to aim as precisely as he could, shooting two of the men before you stopped the bike, getting off and shooting the remaining three.

sunghoon stared at you, after last night, your body was all he could think about, how responsive you were to his mere touch. you maintained eye contact with him, breathing hard due to the sudden attack. he came closer to you, not knowing that another man was right behind the tree, as soon as he came out, you shot him, your eyes still on sunghoon.

he kissed you, hard at that. you kissed him back for a moment, grabbing his hair to pull him back in a second, giving him a stern look.

"we have to reach a safe place, you fucking ruined everything hoon." you gritted out, and he poked his fang like canine with his tongue, a habit as you had observed from all these years of being with him. he was annoyed but maintained his composure as you drove him to your hideout, making sure that no one followed you this time.

"what is this place?" he asked as soon as you put on the last lock on the entrance of shield door. "secret hideout." your monotone was harsh, hoon didn't mind though.

you finally turned around to look at him, casually learning against the kitchen marble. you removed your backpack, the clank of the metal in it was the only thing that could be heard in the silent room. sunghoon raised his eyebrow at this.

tracing his jawline, you spoke, "you singlehandedly destroyed our lives, hoon." brushing your lips with his, you could feel the cold metal of his lipring as you continued, "it's a matter of days someone finds us here."

"you don't mind it though." he spoke against your lips, you stepped back, looking at him in disbelief. you scoffed, "what makes you say so?" you challenged, your sharp eyebrow lifted up as a question.

"i called you and, you didn't hesitate to come with me." he simply stated, backing you up as he walked closer. "who are you trying to kid? you want me, y/n, or else you wouldn't have even come to the training room in the first place." your back was flat against the wall as sunghoon's figure hovered above yours.

a scoff left his mouth with your silence, "that's what i thought." was all he said before smashing his lips to yours, his hand making it's way to your ass, pushing you closer to his hardening member. you tugged on his hair, making him groan into your mouth.

he tapped you thigh twice, to make you jump. he caught you in his arms, backing you up against the wall. you could feel his member against your clothed clit as he kept on pushing himself into you.

"fuck, sunghoon." you gasped as he broke the kiss, his mouth going down your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses and biting you hard enough to leave marks by tomorrow.

you swiftly removed your top, leaving you in your bra. the metal of his lipring made you shiver as he marked your breasts as much as he could. your moans resonated the empty hideout as sunghoon carried you towards the bedroom area, throwing you on the mattress. he joined not even a second after, hovering above your figure.

his ring decorated fingers making their way inside your ripped jeans, right at your slicked pussy, rubbing it. he looked at your already fucked up expression and begging whimpers, scoffing at you.

"look at you whimpering when i barely even touched you." he inserted a finger in you, your back arched at the feeling. another finger was added soon after, stretching you out. the restrain of your jeans was too much for him, so he swiftly removed it along with your underwear, throwing it somewhere in the process.

"feels good right?" he fastened his pace, urging you to be more vocal for him. you nodded as best as you could muster with his ongoing 'caring' of your hole. soon enough, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach, building up your climax.

just as you were about to reach your high, sunghoon stopped. he made you sit on his hard member, your juices dripping on it as you both moaned.

"work for it." sunghoon commanded. you slowly started moving on his cock, tempted to have him inside of you but restraining yourself to get your orgasm fast. hoon bit his lipring again, his hands on your ass making you move faster.

"oh fuck, don't stop." his voice got deeper just like the atmosphere of the room. the empty hideout now filled with the mist of sex and moans. you hold on to his broad shoulders for support, marking his tattoo with your name on it, stipulating that you've claimed it now.

the temptation of your wetness on him was more than he could handle, and with one swift move, he pushed himself inside you.

"move." he groaned as you clenched around his thickness, slowly adjusting to him and moving around. once you got comfortable, your pace increased. his hips jerked to meet yours, making him hit your good spot.

your hot breath on his neck as he continued to move in harmony. sunghoon was strong, all these years of training had paid off, his grip on your ass was enough to tell the same. you felt the familiar knot building up again, hoon felt the same.

he swiftly turned you over so that your ass was in the air, your head buried in the pillow below. he wasted no time getting into you again, ramming his length as your walls clenched uncontrollably around him, your release close.

"please let me cum." your voice came out muffled due to the pillow yet he understood. "cum for me baby." he pushed himself deep inside of you, grunting near the shell of your ear, his lips merely touching it.

you came all over his cock, your thigh shaking with the release. two more deep thrusts were all it took for hoon to get his release, pumping himself and spilling his seeds all over your bare back.

you both stopped, your breathing the only thing to be heard in the room. sunghoon laid down next to you, grabbing your waist and kissing you deeply. this particular one filled with emotion, portraying that he won't ever let you go.

his eyes shone with glimmer, the kind you'd never see on any mafia related person, unless they're deeply in love. it was clear in sunghoon's eyes though. he bit his lipring before caressing your cheek as you sighed with content.

"did i tell you that you're beautiful?" he suddenly more or less stated. making you scoff in amusement.

"don't get all lovey with me now, park." you grabbed his hair on the nape, titling his face to peck him teasingly.

"okay." and he was hovering above you again, laughing at your wide eyes before entering you again. fucking you through the night.

after a few more rounds, you were tired with all that went down the past two days, sleep came easily to you. sunghoon stared at you.

you, by all means, weren't pure. but sunghoon begs to differ, the way your hair is sprawled beautifully, your breathing steady and your cheeks flushed, makes you look ethereal in more ways than hoon can list.

with one last kiss on your forehead, different from his usual hard aura, he slept. his hands securely locked around your sleeping figure.

sunghoon wasn't next to you when you woke up. washing up the remains of yesterday's activities, you got dressed up in the spare clothes you brought before going out of the room to find him.

you found him in the kitchen, shirtless of course. all his tattoos in display, as if calling you out to trace them. he looked at you, fully dressed in black. he raised his brow, silently questioning you.

"we have to leave this city, they'll find us here soon." you rushed out knowing that one or the other way, they'll come to this place. sunghoon nodded, coming closer to kiss you in the process.

last night was everything he ever wanted and more, and that's just the start of your chasing lives now. you broke the kiss, still close as his lipring was in between your teeth. and how he loved it when you did that.

however, the moment was short-lived, a loud bang resonated the whole hideout, separating you both. sunghoon quickly grabbed the gun from you, his one finger on his lip, indicating you to keep quiet. the footsteps weren't too heavy, it was single person, not a gang which make you calm down for a bit.

still looking at you, hoon stretched his arm backwards, towards the entrance of the kitchen, with the gun. a shot was heard as soon as the footsteps neared the door, soon followed by a thud of the body falling down, bullet in their head. your eyes widened at the face.

"hee–" you were stopped mid-way, sunghoon smirked at you.

"is gone. now get ready baby, we have to run." he spoke with all the enthusiasm in this world. you shook your head and looked at him, a smirk forming on your face eventually.

you both weren't sure how much time you have left, but you'd give your all just to spend it with each other. if that means killing the others? then be it. sunghoon took your hands in his once you both were ready and went out, running from this place to find one for your own.

your hand never left his throughout the journey, and he ensured that it never leaves until his last breath.

© jaylaxies

HYUNJIN X VERSACE W KOREA (JUNE 2024)

NIGHT-SHIFT (p.sh)

Sunghoon, a keen and professional man between the hours of 8 AM to 5 PM. ServiceKing, a faceless and proud man between the hours of 9 PM to 12 AM. Sunghoon’s secret night-life has nothing to do with the faces he sees day after day...until it does. or the one where you pay for a one on one call with a faceless cam guy you’ve been watching for a little while, and the next day your boss is avoiding you like the plague. 

minors dni 

PAIRING ― boss / cam boy!sunghoon x afab reader  

WORDCOUNT― 4.5k

WARNINGS―  dub-con since reader doesn’t know it’s him. 

CONTENT― office setting, sunghoon is a service top/soft-dom/whatever his clients need lol

 NOTE ― this was supposed to be a drabble, but i just....it needed a little more plot sorry. it's not very good, like fr this is not up to par with what I wanted... but i wrote it so im gonna post it.

nsfw tags under cut

nsfw tags― dubious consent, cam sex/virtual sex, dirty talk, masturbation instructions, umm…finger fucking, jerking off, fantasies, role-play type stuff

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

What are the chances? Honestly, what are the fucking chances?

Sunghoon sits up quickly from his relaxed position upon hearing a voice far too familiar on the other end of this call. He’s lucky he doesn’t have his camera on just yet, you’d have seen the embarrassing reaction to…well…hearing you of all people.

He knows the world can be small sometimes, but this is too small for comfort as he hears your muttered voice through the microphone again.

“So, what am I supposed to do?” You say. 

“Ah, uh–” Sunghoon pauses. There’s no way it’s actually you. Can you not recognize his voice too? “What type of call did you request again?” 

“Full service.” You remind him. 

Oh. You’re into this kind of thing? That pretty, well-mannered employee of his? The one who sips coffee quietly at her desk while actually responding to her emails? The one who never shows up to co-ed parties? The one who always dresses appropriately and addresses him in a timid way?

You…just paid a cam-boy to get you off in full? Not just any cam-boy either, you paid him?

God, his cheeks are so heated at the arousing thought. Never once has he ever imagined you in any scenario that doesn’t involve excel spreadsheets and finances. Arguably, you’ve probably never thought of him all spread out fucking his fist either but…you’ve blatantly seen him do it already.

He wonders how long you’ve been seeing this part of him, how long you’ve been getting yourself off all alone while he puts on a show for hundreds, and sometimes, thousands of people. 

As detrimental as this is, it’s his job to do this. You paid him to do it, just like how he pays you to do your job. He can’t be letting this hold him back. No, in fact, he needs to get this hour long session over with as quickly as fucking possible. 

“Right,” Sunghoon lends a chuckle, nervous sounding on his end but to you it just sounds cheeky. “Can I get your name, babe?” 

You’re quiet at first, never having done this before and absolutely not wanting this random horny guy to know who you are. Honestly, you already requested that only he turns his camera on during this call as well. As if you’d give out your real name. You give him a name that rhymes with your own instead, and there’s another chuckle after. 

He knows you’re lying. Out of all the employees that are under him, you’re the one he has to correspond with the most. After all, you’ve been up for the promotion to being his assistant for the past three months. He knows that isn’t your name. 

 Smart girl, just like he knew you were. 

“Is that so?” He tilts his head at his blank screen in amusement, watching the microphones light up with each breath. “Alright, and you’ll do everything I say, yes?” 

You nod to no one, realizing he can’t see you and instead giving him a hum and gentle words of “of course.”

His image flashes across your screen just moments later. The same as his usual streams. Face out of frame, hand strong and willing, his cock out and on display– only half hard. 

“Listen to me very carefully,” Sunghoon calls out now, as if to show you that it’s time to begin, your almost-name falling from his lips shortly after. “Don’t hold your breath, you paid good money for this, and I want to hear you.”

Oh man, this is embarrassing for you to be doing this. But truly, anything at this point is better than another night all alone. 

And he does hear you. Relishing in that voice he hears day to day reciting memos and budgets, only this time, you’re calling out pleasurable reactions to how he tells you to fuck yourself. 

He’s good at it too. You can’t help but listen to every word, touching and massaging when he instructs you to, stopping just short of orgasm for him to ask, “That feels good, doesn’t it? Wish you had me doing it for you, isn’t that right?” 

Always using the fake name. Giving you full-service by the end of the call. 

Safe to say, you’re feeling refreshed by the next morning as you ready yourself for work, wanting very much to book the infamous ServiceKing again. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Fuck, he can’t even look at you. Not after the way he got off last night. 

Not after hearing you moan out the way you did while he simultaneously imagined you all spread out on his desk for him. Not after hearing the fucking wet between your legs as you frantically tried to cum when he told you to. 

Not after you did cum for him. 

“Mr. Park–” You chime through his door, not quite noticing the way he stiffens in his seat. 

God, if you had called him that last night…

“Hm?” He composes himself by acting bored and uninterested in whatever papers you have held tightly against your chest. “What is it?”

“I got the statements back from our parent company, I think–”

“Great. Just set them down on my desk.” He cuts you off, patting his desk before hoping you get the fuck out of his office before he ends up breaking office rule number one.

What is office rule number one, you might ask? Never fuck a co-worker. What’s worse is that you’re not his fucking co worker. You’re his employee.

You raise a brow at his demeanor this morning. The usual not-so-up-tight Sunghoon appearing far too distracted today compared to usual. Most mornings, he’ll at least give you a smile and a “thank you.” 

“Mr. Park, is there anything I can get for you?” You ask with concern in your voice.

Sunghoon pauses every thought in his head as he looks at you. Narrowing his eyes and wondering if maybe he’s just overreacting. Maybe he's mistaken and that girl from last night isn’t you at all. After all, there’s plenty of people with the same pitch in their voice. She didn’t even turn on her camera, and she gave him a different name anyway. 

Maybe he just wishes it was you. 

“No, I’m fine–” He says, mistakenly calling out the fake name rather than your actual name. 

You miss the way his eyes widen for a split second before correcting himself to your real name. 

“Ah, my apologies. Got a little tongue tied.” 

You stand there in shock. No way in hell he just called you by the name you spoofed to a cam-boy last night. Coincidences can be so weird, and being called that hits you a little too close to home. 

It feels awkward in the room now and both of you play it off as a genuine mistake. Though, to you, it has to be a genuine tongue-tied version of your name. Sunghoon couldn’t possibly know about that. Besides, he appears to be more tired than usual anyway, so…you choose to believe it’s a crazy coincidence. 

You give him a nervous chuckle as you wave yourself off and out of the room with a small “It’s okay, you know where I am if you need anything.”

What he needs is to watch his fucking mouth. What he needs is to stop thinking about how you just reacted to being called that. What he needs is to pretend that none of this is happening and do his goddamn work. 

And he tries. He really does. Unfortunately, his eyes go from blurs of numbers and words on spreadsheets to the window of his office. Just outside of it. You.

How is he supposed to focus after kind of, accidentally, practically fucking you? Sure, he never touched you but…it really was you. The way you reacted to that name was so telling, and he can’t help but actually check you out now. 

You, with that body. You got off to him, with those legs of your spread out while staring into a screen. All alone, listening to his voice, moaning for him…and now you’re just sitting there in your business casual outfit like he’s not unintentionally getting hard. 

So, he avoids you. At all fucking costs, he avoids you. 

You get up from your desk? So does he, making sure that if you start coming his way, he’s walking out and in the opposite direction. You send him an email? Out of office, despite clearly sitting at his desk. You call his phone to ask a question? He forwards you to his current assistant. 

And this happens for days. To the point you know that promotion is slipping from your fingers. 

Naturally, you’re frustrated with the office-dynamic. After all, you’ve heard rumors of picking favorites. You thought you were one of them, but it appears that Sunghoon may just decide to try and beg his current assistant to stay with bribes of double pay. 

You’re more frustrated as the days go by. Leaving work yet again with no good-byes from the boss who used to show appreciation for how hard you worked. He’s colder than usual, he’s stiffer than usual, he’s– a fucking asshole these days.

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Ping! 

Sunghoon stares at his secret email in disbelief. 

NEW REQUEST FROM: [your email/username]

$500 PENDING. 

FULL SERVICE.

Requester note: work has been hard lately, will you help me de-stress for a little while? 

[ACCEPT REQUEST]   [DECLINE REQUEST]

Sunghoon hovers over the decline button for a solid thirty seconds as he burns a hole through his screen. Work has been hard for you lately, huh? Has it now? Try being him. 

He shifts his mouse to the accept button, wondering if he even needs that extra five hundred dollars. Those funds just to suffer more at work? Just to suddenly have the need randomly throughout his day to make you moan for him? Just to have the sounds of your pretty voice echoing in his head more and more the longer he ignores you? 

His finger clicks, hitting the accept button as he lets out an exasperated sigh. 

Why did he just do that?

Wait. 

Maybe this will help him get through the work weeks. Fucking you through words alone in secret, never telling you who he is, always letting you use him even if it’s just through audio and visual stimulation. 

After all, if you found out who ServiceKing is, you very well may quit. Hell, you might get him fired. Fuck.

This is dangerous. 

Yet, he feels the excitement in his gut before it even hits his cock as the clock ticks. He gets to hear you again soon, you get to watch him cum again soon, he–oh, he’s so turned on right now just thinking about it.

And the time comes too slowly for his liking. He feels as if he’s been edged by the time the two of you enter the call and he’s immediately turning his camera on. 

“Ah, look who it is,” Sunghoon starts, already positioning himself with a raging hard cock on the screen. “Had me wondering if you’d come back to me.”

You don’t know why your cheeks heat up, but the feeling in your gut is miles better than the frustration and anxiety that you felt throughout the day. 

“I was wondering the same thing,” You speak into the mic meekly, hiding your face despite knowing he can’t see it. “I just need to get my mind off of stuff for a little while.” 

“Oh yeah?” Sunghoon chuckles into the mic, his face perfectly hidden. “Wanna give me some context? Maybe I can use some of the information for–”

“God.” You immediately start, shutting the man up on the other side of the screen in an accidental frustration-dump. This is not what you paid him for, but you still appreciate the space to release your brain before, well, your cum. “My fucking boss.”

Sunghoon’s ears perk up, lazily stroking himself as you continue with a frantic voice. 

“I swear he just flipped on me. I thought I was doing so good, I thought I was gonna get that new position, but now he’s just ignoring me and treating me like some temp or something.” 

Sunghoon hums lowly, listening intently to the way you bring him into conversation to a man that…unfortunately, is that very same boss.

“Hmm, that’s interesting.” Sunghoon continues palming himself as he soothes you through your frustrations. “Your boss isn’t praising you.” 

You pause, feeling a ping in your gut. 

“If I were him, I’d praise you every day–” Sunghoon softens his voice. “Every night.”

“Oh…” You listen to his words, feeling your frustration melt out of you in an instant as you now focus on the way his cock twitches through the screen. 

“Wouldn’t let you go a second without thinking of how good I am to you.” He continues, both hyping himself and degrading his day-time self. “If I were your boss–”

You interrupt his words with a very quiet groan, he fucking heard it.

“Mm, you like that?” He smiles to himself, gripping the base of his cock and thrusting up to show the full size to you. “The thought of your boss liking you a little too much?”

You hum. Not that you’ve ever thought about it too deeply, but now that he’s said it, praising you, putting down your actual boss, telling you what he’d do if he were him? 

You guess, for tonight anyway, you’re into it. 

“What’s his name, babe?” Sunghoon asks, wondering if you’ll actually out his name to a stranger. 

“Park Sunghoon.” You expose him instantly, full name and all, even with a bit of bite in your voice. 

Damn.

“Oh, yeah?” Sunghoon draws back, jerking his hand up once. “I’d fuck you better than Park Sunghoon.” 

You smile at the thought, imagining yourself with more power than Sunghoon has. Like you’re his boss, you’re the one dangling a promotion just out of reach before giving it to someone else. 

“See this?” The man on the screen grunts out to you, fucking tight thrusts into his fist. “Watch me, baby, get a good look.”

And you do watch. Intensely, you stare at his big cock, the head of it darkened and leaking with each pass of his hand. You’re not even touching yourself at this point, but it’s like you can feel the force of it.

“Now, I need you to open those legs for me.” He instructs you. 

You do as he says much like before, letting your legs fall open but not yet letting yourself touch. You still sigh at the movement, your panties alone shifting were enough to make you want to hump your hips up. 

“Now, turn on your camera.”

Silence. Your ears ring momentarily at the words as you immediately close your legs.

“What?” You ask in a higher-pitched tone than usual. “I requested for no c-”

“No.” Sunghoon mutters, shifting his position to lean towards the microphone and whispering now. “You do as I say.” 

He hears you huff at his words, but he hears the shifting around on your end. 

“I want to see that pussy open for me.” He continues in that same low-rumbled voice. “I want to see what Park Sunghoon is missing out on.”

You don’t know what it is about this situation that turns your discomfort into pure, rushing arousal. Never in your life have you ever considered fucking yourself on camera, especially after paying someone else to do it for you, yet– 

“Do I have to show you my face?” You ask quietly, already trying to find a lower-face-mask just to be safe in case you lose your composure and accidentally reveal yourself. 

“No,” Sunghoon assures you through a deep breath. “I already told you what I want to see.”

More silence save for the shuffling he still hears on your end. 

“Open your legs and turn it on.” He encourages you now, keeping his hand still on himself as he waits to see if you’ll actually do it.

And…

Oh fuck.

“There she is.” Sunghoon hums, trying to keep his composure at the way you give him access. Honestly, he didn’t think you would, but you do, and all he can do is lay himself back again, staring straight at the image of you. 

Your face is out of frame much like he is but this is the first time he’s ever seen you with so little clothing on. No bra, thin tank top, no shorts or pants, just panties. It takes everything in him not to moan out at the image. 

After all, it’s confirmed to be you. 

Fuck, that’s you right there. 

“Already so wet too?” Sunghoon groans now, focusing on that spot between your legs, probably so slippery and warm. 

You’re very shy though, not moving much better yet speaking as this faceless man takes in your image. You feel awkward, but still turned on despite squeezing your legs together and hiding that spot from him. 

“Oh, baby–” Sunghoon coos out in a way that makes it seem as though he was endeared by that. “That’s not going to work.”

You’re more focused on your embarrassment than you are on the way his cock leaks and pours pre-cum at the image he’s witnessing. 

“How am I supposed to show you how much better I’d take care of you?” He continues, reverting back to the same role play from before. “I bet that boss of yours wouldn’t want to bury his tongue in you like I would.”

Your legs fall open at the words, and he can see the way you thrust up just slightly. 

“That’s it, you need someone to touch you, don’t you?” He continues, watching you intensely. “Need someone to lick that pretty pussy?”

You nod, once again forgetting that he can’t see you do it before you finally speak.

“Please.”

His moan after hearing you seems far more intense than the first time you did this with him. In fact, he appears entirely focused on you. Role playing in some way but somehow acting more real than last time too. 

“You deserve some love for all that hard work.” He says to you, encouraging you to keep talking for him. “Play with yourself, go on. You need it.”

You follow his instructions on instinct, as if your body truly does need the release. 

“Feel it– not too hard, just graze over your panties.”

Ah, still you listen, holding your breath at each feather-light touch you give to yourself per his request. 

And he watches. Hyper-focused on the way that darkened spot on your panties grows bigger and bigger. So wet for him doing exactly what he wishes he could do for you come tomorrow morning. 

“Your other hand babe, slowly, lift your shirt and–”

He doesn’t even have to keep instructing you. You do exactly as he wanted, lifting your shirt gently before playing with your own nipples, still lightly grazing your fingers over your swollen clit that’s restricted by your panties. 

You moan quietly at the feeling, wishing so much that it doesn’t have to be your hands doing this. 

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Sunghoon hums, now working his palm against his own length, gentle, barely grazing it. “Now, look at me.”

You draw your eyes forward, the image of him already arousing from before, but now? Why is he so much hotter now? As if the screen is nothing but a window into his bedroom. 

“You see how hard I am right now?” You can hear the smile in his voice as you continue to work yourself up to near-sensitivity. “Never been this hard for anyone else.”

Oh, that’s bullshit. He does this as a job. He’s just sweet talking to you for sure. 

“Been thinking about you since the first time you booked me.” He continues, keeping the touches light and making sure you don’t press on yourself too hard either. “Was hard all week for you.”

Okay, yeah, maybe you are a little too into praise. Lie or not, it’s exactly what you need to hear right now. 

“You're gonna be just as good for me tonight too?” Sunghoon hums, tightening his grip. “You’re going to push your panties to the side and show me that you missed me too, right?” 

Yes. The light touching has been nothing but torture at this point, wanting so badly to be told to do more. For yourself, for him. 

You barely recognize how your embarrassment leaves your body when you stretch your panties to the side, letting him see how they stuck to you only to unfold in a glistening mess for him. 

“Messy, messy, messy.” Sunghoon moans, struggling so hard by now not to fuck his fist straight to orgasm. But no, he can’t ruin this moment. 

That’s your pussy, looking so wet and tight, so needy. 

“Gently still, open up for me.” Sunghoon groans lowly, watching so closely the way you spread open your lips for him, the hole pulsing and dribbling so much slick. 

Never in his life has he ever wanted to bury his tongue into someone this badly. Goddamn, he’s nearly obsessed with you at this moment. He loses composure.

“Fuck–” He seethes, feeling his cock twitch wildly against his hand. “I want you so bad.”

Those words feel more real to you than anything else. Virtual sex is one thing but to have a man blatantly moan those words to you as if he means them? As if he has never let it slip for any of his other scheduled calls?

“What’s the name of your boss again?” Sunghoon asks, pretending as if he forgot, just to hear you say it. 

He notes the way your pussy clenches through his words too, as if he can see the confusion not through your expression, but through your arousal alone. Asking you that turned you off.

“What’s his name, baby?” Sunghoon presses, offering an excuse. “I wanna know who it is that gave me this tonight.”

Alluding to the fact that the only reason you’re paying him is because your boss made you feel like you need release in some way. 

“Park-” You start, not wanting to deny his demands. “Sunghoon.”

“Ah, yeah.” Sunghoon holds his breath, closing his eyes briefly just to let that breathy voice sit in his mind before focusing back on you. “Two fingers babe, slide them in.”

God, you listen just as well as you do at work. He should have given you that promotion the day he saw your application. Even without seeing you do as you're told in this situation, he already knew you were going to be getting that interview next week.

He listens to the way your cunt swallows up your fingers, so wet and needy. Swollen around the two digits as you slide them in with a breathy sigh. 

“Spread your fingers, open up.” 

You do, presenting your opened core to him without any shame at this point. Allowing him to look, wanting him to look.

“Now, say–” Sunghoon swallows around a lump in his throat. “Thank you Sunghoon.”

Your pussy pulses around your fingers, recoiling again at the name. 

“Say, Thank you Sunghoon, for all of this stress.” 

He continues, trying to encourage, adding another lie of an excuse just to get you to break. 

“Because, if it weren't for him, I wouldn’t be needing to take care of you like this, now would I?”

In your horny brain, it makes sense.

“Thank you, Sunghoon.” You moan, plunging your fingers into yourself without being told to do so, moaning out for the faceless man on the screen at your break in composure. 

And, well, Sunghoon himself is on fire. After all, you’ve only ever referred to him as Mr.Park, and hearing you practically moan his name in such an intimate way? It does nothing to keep him from spiraling into an even more selfish mindset. 

“Again.” He instructs you, watching the way your legs shake through saying his name. 

“Thank you Sunghoon.” You continue, as if the words are natural despite feeling intense irritation for the man. “Thank you.”

And, well, that very name you’re moaning is now also moaning. That little fake name you gave to him falls from his lips after you say it each time, fucking into his fist and hoping you’re watching, nearly unable to ask you to stick another finger into yourself.

Not needing to ask at all, apparently, because you do it yourself. You even bump your clit up against your wrist too. 

Shit. 

He needs you.

“Thank him for what?” Sunghoon starts to ask, feeling an orgasm approach far too quickly. 

“For making me come to you!” You answer him as if you’re frustrated, hips bouncing up against your hand just to dig your fingers in deeper. 

“What else?” He asks now, forgetting what it is he should not be doing. 

“Hmm?” You answer in a drawn-out moan.

“Thank him for what else?” He repeats first, only to follow up with his own answer. “For giving you a reason to cum.”

“Yes!” You groan, now grinding your hips up and against your palm without relaxing back against the bed. Intentionally chasing as your eyes remain on him, watching him pull and tug so roughly. 

“So fucking pretty” Sunghoon praises as he snaps his hips in time with his moving palm, eyes so tuned into you that– “Fuck–” He moans your name. “So pretty.”

And he didn’t realize it. Half expecting you to moan back for him, he’s still moaning as he watches you halt what you’re doing and cover yourself entirely.

“What did you just call me?” You ask in an out of breath voice. 

Sunghoon repeats your fake name to you, feeling the energy shift in an instant.

“No. You just called me–” You repeat your real name to him. 

“Ah, sorry babe, must’ve gotten tongue tied.”

There’s a rush of anxiety within you as you stare at the screen. There’s….no fucking way. 

Given, you’ve never seen him outside of a suit. The voice you hear doesn’t click in your head as Sunghoon’s either, considering he’s never a man of very many words. 

Instantly, you’re covering your camera with your hand, watching how the man on the screen spreads his legs out and drops his cock. Like he’s waiting, like he’s listening, wondering. Are you making a fool of yourself right now?

Are you misreading? 

He seems calm, and if it really is Sunghoon…surely he’d be disconnecting right now, right?

Why would he even be fucking himself on camera anyway? The guy makes bank! You’re the one who sees his paychecks, after all. Still, there’s a twisting in your gut as you ignore the way you still drip against your sheets. 

Very quietly, just to see, you work up the courage.

“Mr.Park?”

It’s silent for a few seconds as the man on the screen shifts, a blur of movement forcing you into a state of motion-sickness. 

You almost thought he was going to chuckle at you and ask if you were thinking about your boss rather than him. You almost thought he would use that to his advantage. 

You almost thought you were wrong, but– he disconnects. 

A few moments later, you receive an email with a refund of your five hundred dollars. 

And two hours later? Lying in your bed with anxiety in your gut, you get a text from none other than Park Sunghoon.

Mr.Park: Can we talk?

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