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You watch your boyfriend bounce around on the set of Maxident, his energy levels through the rough.

Why are his energy levels sky high? Because he finally has you on set with him. He feels a little pressure to do good, to not fuck up. He wants to show you how cool he looks whilst he is working - not that he needs to.

Minho grabs Jisung, holding him in a bear hug as you laugh softly. Jisung wiggles around to try and escape his grasp but to no avail. He looks at you with puppy eyes and a pouty lip so you walk towards him, giggling softly.

Dressed in a sailor themed outfit, top showing enough skin to make you quiver, you walk to him as calmly as you could, however seeing Jisung in that outfit just does something to you.

“Sungie, you have to be calm.” You giggle, stroking his soft cheek gently as Minho lets go of him.

“Yes, Ji. Listen to your girl.” Minho smirks, winking at you. You blush, looking at your feet shyly.

“I'm just excited, that's all.” Jisung says with a pout. You hum softly, finger slowly trailing down his chest. His skin is soft and warm, you can feel his heartbeat thumping against your fingertips 

“How long do you have left until you have to film?” You purr, cocking your head to the side. Jisung raises a brow slowly, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Why'd you ask?” 

“Oh I dunno. Was thinking we could do something with all that energy you have.”

“Like what?” He grabs your waist, pulling you flush to his chest. He leans down, ghosting his lips against your neck then to your lips. 

“I-I dunno. Anything.” You whisper, caught in his trance. He hums softly, thinking before pecking your lips sweetly.

“I'll be five minutes, guys! Just need to do something!” Jisung shouts the guys, all of them rolling their eyes and groaning as they instantly understand - all expect Minho.

He watches you get dragged away by Jisung, his curious peaking. Would it be rude of him if he followed? 

Jisung pushes you flush against the brick wall, lips instantly attacking every inch of your skin. Cheeks, temples, lips and finally, your neck.

“S-Sungie.” You whisper, groaning deeply as his hand travels down your jeans and underwear. You feel his teeth nip at your skin, soft sucks here and there.

Two of his fingers rub between your folds, smearing your slick between and all over. He uses your slick as lubricant, pressing the pad of his finger flush against your clit before rubbing circles on it.

Your back arches off the wall, chest bumping into Jisung's. He smirks against your neck, pressing his clothed boner into your thigh. 

Your core throbs and aches for more, so much more than what Jisung is giving you - but he's like this.

Slowly teasing you until he's reduced you to nothing, until you're on your knees begging for his dick. He loves watching the tears spill from your eyes, the soft quiver of your bottom lip as you become consumed with nothing but him.

He knows you inside and out. He knows what drives out those pretty moans he loves, what makes you shiver and beg out his name. He loves teasing you and the worst part of it all, is that you obey his every command like a dog on a leash.

“S-Sungie, P-Please.” You grip onto his biceps, feeling that ache becoming more and more apparent.

“Please what?” He purrs, licking a long, wet strip up your neck to your ear.

“Please give me more.” You whisper, eyes squeezing shut.

“Beg.” You let out a whimper, lips pressing together in a thin line. You feel your eyes well with tears, spilling down your cheeks slowly as you desperately buck your hips in an attempt to give you what you want.

“Please Sungie. Please give me more. I promise I'll be good for you and do whatever you want and more.”

“Anything?” His eyes hold a glimmer of mischief that's slowly being clouded over with lust. You swallow, nodding your head yes slowly, wondering what he has in mind. 

“Then, I want your back to me, hands against the wall and your ass sticking out. I want your jeans and panties down so I can see how desperate you are.”

“Yes, Jisung.” You nod, obey his command, even if it does sound absurd, even if you are still in public.

Just like a dog on a leash.

You do exactly as he says, pulling down your jeans and underwear before turning your back to him. Jisung let's out a low, deep groan at the sight of you, his fingers trailing from the curve of your ass to your sopping entrance.

“Wow, y/n. You really are desperate.” He hums, fingers instantly getting coated in your slick as he teases your entrance.

“P-Please.” You whisper, tears continuing to fall down your cheeks. Jisung hums, pushing two fingers deep inside you, wasting no time in pumping and curling them against your walls.

You moan his name, your body tingling with lust and satisfaction. His fingers curl and drive deeper and deeper until they hit your g-spot, causing your legs to shake and moans to increase in decibels. 

“Looks like we have a visitor.” Jisung leans over you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head in the direction he's looking at him. Your eyes widen, cheeks turning red and hot.

Minho.

“Why don't you give him a show, darling. Show him how much you enjoy my fingers being deep inside your greedy cunt.”

You whimper, eyes locking onto a flustered looking Minho. He can't take his eyes off you nor Jisung. It's wrong, it's so wrong of him to be intruding on an intimate moment, but he can't seem to run away.

His feet feel like they're glued to the ground, his cock twitching in his outfit as he listens to your desperate and whorish moans. The way your cunt sounds so delicious and wet, the way you look so fuckable is enough to make Minho blow his load embarrassingly in his underwear.

You stare at Minho, moaning out Jisung's name as he continues his assault on your g-spot. Your lips part, drool spilling from the corners slowly.

“That's it, show Minho how dirty you are.”

“Ji…” You whimper.

“Don't call for me, call for him.” He smirks, nodding his head in the direction of Minho.

“L-Lino.” You moan out. Minho's heart stops, his cock twitching. There and then, he knew he had to escape or else. Biting his lip hard, he dashes off to the bathroom to fix his problem, much to Jisung's amusement 

“Good girl.”

Moments later, you both re-join the group. Jisung's energy levels have settled down and you feel euphoric. Aware of Minho's presence and him being aware of you, you both acted professional, acting as if nothing happened.

During a break from filming, you rest your head on Jisung shoulder watching him store his cheeks with food. Minho sits next to you, also eating some food.

Jisung looks down at you and nods. You giggle, grabbing your phone out off your pocket and sending a quick text to lino. Minho looks at his phone, eyes widening, then at you and Jisung.

“Seriously?” He questions. You hum, resting your head on his shoulder and battering your eyelashes.

“Seriously.” You state.

“I-I mean only if you're both sure.”

“Oh, we're sure lino. A million percent sure.” you purr.

“Then, sure. I don't mind.” 

“Perfect!” You kiss his cheek softly before returning back to Jisung, explaining that Minho is more than happy to.