Americano4yoongi - Circa Salem

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬

lee sangyeon x reader

2.3k words, suggestive, fluff, reader wears a bikini top, discussion of hookups, kissing, drinking, mentions of food, sangyeon shirtless/with a tank top on lmfao, i pay too much attention to his arms, one swear word, sss (soft sexc sangyeon)

a/n: LISTEN 🧍🏻‍♀️ i'm trying to tackle my crisis and writer's block at once okay :') I LITERALLY LOOKED UP THE ANATOMY OF A PICKUP TRUCK FOR THIS. also i kinda forgot how to write sexy sorry if it's awkward i tried; for @winterchimez skfneknfkdnf

"Can I get you anything, sweetheart?"

The question—no, it was the voice—that had your head jerking up so fast you were surprised you hadn't gotten whiplash. You were met by an eye full: lean and confident stature with bulked biceps of muscle, framed by a gray tank top that left little to the imagination. You didn't know a piece of cloth could cover so little until now, and you swallowed. God, it was always the color gray—

Lee Sangyeon's dark eyes glittered as he smiled at you, one hand tucked into the pocket of his board shorts and the other holding a spatula in his hand. "Hi Yn. Long time no see."

You hadn't even realized who had been stationed at the grill until now. "Hey," you said, still slightly stunned, "yeah, long time no see."

It hadn't really been that long. In retrospect, two months wasn't all that long, but with the things that happened two months ago… yeah, two months felt like two years. You had to snap your eyes away from the blatant amount of arm that was in your vision. And you also pretended you didn't see that he saw just how much you were struggling.

"Well? Can I get you anything?" He asked once more, flipping the spatula in his hand and catching the handle as easy as one plus one. (Oh no, why was that so attractive—) The action drew your eyes to the veins in his hands—no. Everything was coming back to you from that one night. You really needed a drink.

Shaking yourself back into reality, you tried for a smile, holding the paper plate stacked with fruit and junk food in front of you. "Oh, uh, that's okay. I ate lunch before I got here, so I'm not super hungry."

"Ah," he answered good naturedly with a nod of his head. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek. "If you find that you need anything though, come let me know, okay?"

You bobbed your head in understanding. "Got it! This is your cabin, isn't it?" You asked him, inclining your head back towards the cozy little cabin seated in the foreground of the patio space. You had been invited to a lake bonfire to celebrate the end of summer, and so here you were, in your bikini top and shorts, attempting to soak up the remaining bits of sun. The invitation had been extended to you via your good friend Haknyeon, who you had accompanied here, but had lost as soon as you realized that he was going to join the cannonball contest at the dock.

Haknyeon had mentioned something about Sangyeon owning the cabin, but you hadn't confirmed that it was your Sangyeon. (Maybe not "your" Sangyeon, but just the one that you had in mind.)

The golden hour light painted the entire outdoor space in a wash of amber, and it made Sangyeon's features sharper as the light silhouetted his outline when hitting his back. He broke into a boyish smile, the kind that made his eyes turn into happy little crescents. "Oh, uh, yeah! It's a family member's, but I think I use it more often than they do. I guess I just like the space a lot."

"I imagine it's nice just to have the place to hang out," you commented.

He nodded. "Yeah. Both with friends and family, and alone."

"Ah, so you come here alone often?" Peace and quiet out here must have been a whole other level.

"Mhm," he hummed. "Though, sometimes it's nice to have someone to be around, too. Have you been inside yet?"

You blinked. "Oh, inside?" You stammered. "No, not at all. Haknyeon and I came out here as soon as we got here."

"Then I'll have to give you a tour sometime." You could have sworn you'd seen a sheen in his eyes. Or maybe that was the sunlight. "Or, y'know," he lifted his shoulder in a shrug, lips curling into a smile as he winked, "whenever you're bored of the lake."

"I'm literally going to hit you—!"

You managed to scramble out of the way as you narrowly missed Kevin Moon's flying hand of doom, bound to swat your shoulder for whatever atrocity you'd committed this time. "What did I do?" You squawked, holding your pouch of spiked Capri Sun (don't ask) close to you.

Kevin groaned as his head tipped back toward the darkening sky. The two of you were seated in the back of Sangyeon's family's pickup truck, parked along the bank of the lake. The space was lined in nice blankets and pillows, and was illuminated by small light bulbs strung on wire, similar to the situation on the patio. Kevin's cropped black hair was damp from his adventure in the lake, a blue and white beach towel hanging around his bare shoulders. He nursed a bottle of beer in his hands.

"You're an idiot."

"Well, you have to at least tell me why that is—"

"It's because you're missing the obvious!" Came Choi Chanhee's voice as he clambered into the back of the vehicle with the two of you.

Oh, great. Now you had both of the brutally honest boys with attitude present. The spiked Capri Sun had been a good decision on your part.

"Do enlighten me," you drawled with a flourish of your hands.

Kevin passed Chanhee his beer bottle and fixed you with a look. "Yn, Sangyeon literally hinted that he wants to get with you," he smiled out of the complete ridiculousness of the situation. "Which is crazy exciting because neither you nor Sangyeon ever hook up with anyone—"

Well, you couldn't just let him slander your name. "Wait, I do hook up with people! I literally did it with Sangyeon like two months ago." As soon as you realized your mistake, you slapped your palm over your mouth.

Kevin and Chanhee exchanged wild eyes with one another, and you could see the gears whirling spinning twirling—

"YOU AND SANGYEON HOOKED UP?"

"Heyheyhey!" You interrupted frantically, hands waving in front of you to get them to stop while you ensured that no one else over by the patio or the dock heard the two. "Now who are the idiots?" You hissed. "I don't think Mars heard you two!"

"Did Mars hear you two?" Kevin asked pointedly; Chanhee covered his mouth delicately as he snorted.

You had to admit… that he got you with that one. Even though you were flustered to no end and laughing at your own misery, you still shook your head. "Can I trust you two to keep this on the down low?"

"Can you trust them to keep what on the down low?"

Your soul nearly rocketed out of your physical body as Sangyeon himself appeared at the back of the truck with the most amused and stupidly devilish smile on his face. Now that the sun was no longer hanging in the sky, most of the people had retreated out of the water to dry off and spend time on land with everyone else. That included Sangyeon with his dark hair dampened and swept back, his shirt—

Where was his shirt.

"Oh, you two—" Sangyeon gestured to Kevin and Chanhee, who both looked far too entertained for your liking, "—Cobie's calling you back. Something about owing him a game of beer pong."

"Oh shit," Kevin swore. "I totally forgot." He and Chanhee shuffled out of the back of the car, but you didn't fail to catch the way they wagged their eyebrows at you on their way out.

"See you guys later," Chanhee giggled with a wiggle of his fingers.

"Or not," Kevin coughed.

You were about to throw a pillow at them, but your attention focused directly on the man standing at the end of the truck bed. The music from here was muffled out, and someone had changed the rager song playlist to something more mellow. You scooted your way down the bed until your legs hung off the edge and Sangyeon could move between them.

"Hi," he said to you again, much lower and softer than the last time, hands braced against the tailgate.

You could feel his body warmth radiating from his bare chest, which was a comforting sensation against the cooler evening temperature that made your skin pebble. You leaned to that warmth just a little. "Hey," you said back.

Despite having definitely dipped into the lake, you could pick up the lingering bits of cologne on his skin, or maybe that was just the pretty way his hair smelled. You could remember the similar sensations of two months ago: damp, sweaty hair; the smell and feel of his bed sheets; the weight of his body; his hot breath at your ear, across your skin, everywhere.

You were melting like butter and he hadn't even touched you yet.

"So," he drawled, tongue peering through his cheeky smile, "what's this I hear about us hooking up?"

You let out an exhale, head hanging in acceptance. "In my defense, Kevin and Chanhee are both very easy to talk to."

He chuckled, and your skin was even more sensitive to the sound than it was to the breeze. "I guess I can't exactly argue with that. But you know why we needed to keep it a secret, right?"

"Mhm, I do," you answered with an amused nod of your head. Your mutual friends always meant well, but you and Sangyeon figured that if you two had told anyone about what happened two months ago, there would be questions that neither of you would be able to answer just yet. Plus, you'd both figured you needed time to really think about those answers first.

He let out a little sigh and he rested both of his warm palms on either of your thighs, gently rubbing the flesh there in a soothing manner. "I know keeping this between us feels wrong, and it's difficult… I don't mind you telling them as long as you're comfortable with it."

"You're comfortable with them knowing?"

"Just as long as you are," he affirmed. "But if you're not, I'll pull the Oldest card and tell them to shut up."

You both shared a small smile at that, and you had the sudden realization about how long you had been away from him.

He seemed to feel your subtle shift, and he grabbed the underside of your legs to pull you closer to him. "M'sorry this took so long for me to say, but you look good enough to eat."

Your heart stuttered in your chest. "Well, I guess we're even then."

"Hm?" He asked, hand coming down to feel your foot hook around the back of his waist and press him closer.

"I forgot to tell you that I'm bored of the lake," you said as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and played with his hair. "And I want a tour of the house."

Sangyeon chuckled, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Just a tour of the house?"

"And whatever else you'd like to show me."

He leaned in, lips hovering over yours so you could feel the warmth of his breath intermingling with yours. His hands smoothed down the sides of your hips, pressing against the small of your back. "Anything you'd like to show me?"

"Nothing you haven't seen before," you teased, before leaning in to press your lips against his and relish in the familiar feeling of his plush mouth. Your legs locked around his waist until you practically weren't even seated on the tailgate anymore, and his hands held you securely to his body.

You breathed him in until you were suffocating on him and everything else had faded to glorified white noise.

And when the two of you broke for air, he continued to deliver kisses to your mouth, unable to be away for too long. Your hands moved from around his neck to feeling the muscles rippling in his shoulders. Your hand couldn't even wrap around his upper arm, and you had a feeling two hands wouldn't find much luck either.

"Love what—you've done with the place," you laughed, catching his last kiss.

There was a smugness to his expression. "Wanna sign a lease?"

You broke into giggles. "You're so…" you shook your head with a grin, "I don't even know. I missed you."

He beamed with that boyish smile that made your chest feel fuzzy. His hand came up to cup your cheek, brush his thumb over your cheekbone. "I missed you, too, baby."

A cooler, sharper breeze flew past you, and you instinctively leaned further into Sangyeon's hold. You pushed out a breath. "Ooh, I should find where I put my shirt."

"I thought that was the opposite of what we were doing."

"Aye," you chided half-heartedly, swatting at his shoulder. "Are you not cold?" He was wearing much less than you were, but it wasn't like either of you was wearing much at all.

He wrinkled his nose as he feigned a thoughtful look. "Well, I had an activity in mind that could warm us up."

You hummed. "Ah, a tour of the house?"

"A tour of the house," he affirmed, lips pressed together to express his excitement. He stepped back then, but offered you one of his hands. "Shall we?"

You gladly grabbed onto his hand and let him help you down from the truck bed. "Always the gentleman aren't you, Yeon?"

"Of course," he said easily. "Unless you don't want me to be." The pointed look your way was enough to make you want to run up to the cabin for shelter.

As he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to help keep you warm on your trek up to the cabin, you replied offhandedly, "You can disrespect me any day of the week."

He seemed to miss his footing on that last step. "You sure about that, baby?"

"Positive."

Sangyeon's arm moved from around your shoulders and down to your waist. He squeezed your side, and if you could have curled your toes, you would have. "The tour might just become a free trial," he leaned over to murmur to you.

Oh, you could hardly wait to get started.

a/n: i know that's not how house touring works 🥴🥴

tbz m.list

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yes, all's fine around here (x)

did someone say perv skz?!??!!

who in skz will jerk off to the sound of you getting fucked from the other room and why is it jisung?

who in skz will watch you get undressed, you who's blissfully unaware that your neighboor is at the front seat of your little show in putting your lil night gown on just because you forgot to draw your blinds, and why is it chan? who'd definitely feel guilty right after but his boner is taking ages to go away?

who in skz will watch you do squats at the gym, your plump ass on display straining against the fabric of your gym shorts, and might even offer to help spot you just to cope a feel when the opportunity arises, and why is it changbin?

who in skz will watch you take a shower through a crack on your door when you fail to close it properly, cock growing hard at the sight of soap suds flowing against your body as you rinse off, and why is it jeongin?

who in skz will draw you nude just from imagination, just doodles upon doodles of you and your naked body all over his sketch book in hopes that he'd replicate an exact image of you, and why is it hyunjin?

who in skz will steal your used underwear from the laundry, just for him to jerk off with it, cum all over the soiled fabric, before putting it back on the hamper? and why is it felix?

who in skz will call you over for a sleepover just so he could grind his hard cock against your ass when you're fast asleep until he cums all over his boxers, and why is it seungmin?

who in skz will secretly take upskirt photos of you, skillfully taking pictures of your underwear whenever you're wearing a dress or skirt, just for him to shamelessly jerk off to every night, and why is it minho?

THANK YOU DREAMIE🤧 i’m— i have no words alndowndkw YOU JUST??? you just wrote that??? like... HUH?? i need to dive into ur brain and get lost in there like im in a secret library trying to decipher all the ancient texts but im actually just in ur brain looking at all the smutty kpop thoughts<3

idk if you’ve written this before or not but… thoughts on svt or tbz with a choking kink??? hehe :3

sorry for replying to this late 😭😭 I fr had to think about how to structure this haha

their hand around your neck while they’re pushing their fingers into you. hand around your neck while you’re making out, tongues locked together. their hand is safety, it’s security. its equal parts dominance and vulnerability. often choking in the form of a headlock. seungcheol. wonwoo. jihoon. mingyu.

in my eyes, seungcheol is the most into choking (giving). similar to his creampie/breeding kink, its all about his possession (and power) over you. then we have mingyu at the opposite end of the giving spectrum—it's not necessarily about power to him, it's more of the safety and security; knowing that you're not going anywhere, you won't slip away from him.

your hand around their neck whenever you kiss. your hand around their neck as you ride them, slowly sliding yourself up and down their cock. they want to know that you want them just as much as they want you. desire in the form of heavy panting, sloppy kisses and whiny moans. junhui. vernon. chan. seokmin.

ok hear me out, bc these four are giving me a similar vibe -> the small moan that he exhales from his wet, sticky lips. his hair is a mess, strands sticking to the sweat layered against his forehead. he's a little flushed, turning a shade of red in the face when you tighten your grip against his throat. that cute, fucked out look in his glossy almost glass like eyes. maybe even a few tears of need... #yeah

somewhat of a grey area—but it's true balance. foreplay in the form arguing, tussling a little .. you know, those play fights for dominance. who comes out on top? a fun little game that involves so much trust and love. a warm palm resting just beneath your jaw to pin you and control where you look. or your hand just lightly around their neck while you hover in a squat over their face, a bit teasing. jeonghan. minghao. seungkwan. soonyoung. joshua.

minghao canon actually. but I truly think these five vary on the giving/recieving choking spectrum simply because they'd be into the more natural, almost primal side of things—they like to test both their and your strength yk. thinking jeonghan/minghao/soonyoung might be into trying and testing out asphyxiation.

how seventeen act with their writer s/o

requested by anon ^^

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seungcheol

he is begging. he is on his knees BEGGING you to pls let him buy you a new laptop because the one you use is literally on its last legs and makes ominous sputtering n whirring sounds like a dying cat stuck in a vent every time you start it up. you don't let him tho bc “no cheol the memories :(((“ cuz you've had it for years but he is nearing the end of his tether and who knows. in a few days ur laptop may mysteriously disappear forever and you'll be forced to let him buy a new one

jeonghan

he's like the pet cat you don't own who likes to slink into the room and make inquisitive noises as he watches you work. drapes himself over your shoulders and makes distressed huffs when you try to dislodge him. he's never usually noticeably clingy, but when you try to write, the clinginess always springs out and you can't go five minutes without jeonghan poking his head into the room to check up on you and see what you're up to

joshua

your biggest fan. buys every single novel you write, puts on his glasses, and reads them very seriously in one go on the very evening it's released with the lamp on beside him. he looks so serious every time, but he'll always peer at you over his glasses and then give you a big grin, telling you how much he loves it. gets you to sign a copy for him and brags to everyone he knows that he has your signed novels with special messages just for him that no one else can have

junhui

he's your personal general knowledge bank. when you're searching up obscure things and slowly losing hope on finding an answer, just ask junhui and he'll either a) know the answer or b) knows someone who knows someone else who knows someone else else who knows the answer. don't ask him how to spell words tho bc he's like. hopelessly bad. blinks at you going “what's an [insert word]” before you give up and google it yourself

hoshi

alwaysssss wants to know what you're working on right now. gets all whiny when you get possessive of your work and refuse to show him before it's finished bc come on, it's surely perfect already, why are you trying to hide it from him?? loves helping you do, like, the non writing stuff. writing out plot? nooo. building fantasy maps, figuring out political systems, getting lost on a tangent on figuring out the price of beans in the 1800s? hell yeah sign him up!!! 

wonwoo

knows all the grammar rules in the world. you can ask him stuff like “hey wonwoo can i put a comma here or no” and he'll amble over to peer over your shoulder and tell you whether you can or cannot, in fact, put a comma there. helps you curate all your writing playlists for the different moods you have. gently reminds you to get back to writing whenever you end up scrolling on instagram for too long

woozi

you're even more of a workaholic than he is when in the zone, so he gets to realise how unhealthy it is to be sat in front of a computer for hours straight with no break. you get to act as each other's “let's act like a normal human being now” reminders, depending on which of you is going through a work fixation. you guys both go on runs together in the mornings even though it kills you bc at least it gets both of yo brains kickstarted to spend a day being all creative in ur respective fields

minghao

you value his opinion above anyone else's. above your beta reader's, above your agent's, even above your editor's bc those are more like advice, not opinions. but knowing that minghao likes your work, and knowing which parts in particular he really likes, is so important to you because ultimately, you want the person you love to also love the things that you create. 

mingyu

brings up the fact that you're a writer in every conversation he has with anyone ever. “oh my god look, this menu has writing on it. speaking of writing, my s/o writes actual books as a job!!!!”. your agent made him sign a contract similar to an NDA bc he just keeps yapping about your books even when they haven't been released yet. loves the noises you make whilst you're writing. thinks it's the cutest thing ever when you make overjoyed “AHA!!” sounds when you finally realise what the plot is doing

dokyeom

more than willing to be your rubber duck and let you talk at him until u figure out your own plot holes. he could be in his room scrolling on his phone but the minute you call for him, he's leaping up and bounding over to you and pulling up a chair in an instant, more than willing to let you bounce ideas off him. sits there doing nothing but looking all pretty as you talk at him and work out the tangle you've gotten yourself into. beams and gives you a big kiss when you manage to figure it all out. 

seungkwan

he buys you a biiiig wheely whiteboard and a bunch of coloured board pens to help you plot your novels. when you get stuck, he comes over and stares at the board with his hands on his hips, very gravely considering your dilemma and what would be the best way to get you out of it. you two talk about plot holes like it's the most serious thing in the world and he just nods like a proud father once you both find a solution

vernon

at this point he's like. a professional tea and coffee and biscuits supplier due to the amount of snack runs he does for you. has walked in on you lying face down on the floor during a meltdown one too many times to bat an eye anymore. also great at helping you block out actions during scenes like. he's the perfect doll. lets you maneuver him into the weirdest positions in the world with zero complaints. he just loves helping you however he can, really. 

chan

reads through your drafts whilst you're in the middle of writing, accidentally gets hooked and is begging you every day to finish the novel bc he really wants to know what happens next. he's the best at spotting inconsistencies and plot holes in ur writing so before you even send it off to your beta reader, he gets to have his hands on the manuscript to check for any changes needed. also bc he needs to read the ending asap otherwise he'll probably combust. 

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DADDY'S HOME —— kim mingyu

in which your husband comes home late on valentines. but it's okay, he has his ways of making it up to you.

warnings ☆ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. smut, husband!mingyu, somno, gyu is pussy whipped, kim mingyu x afab!reader

i get off work late today :/ 

c u ltr, ok?

You frown at the texts, irritability rubbing your thumb against your temples. 

This is not the first time your husband has texted you that he’d be late from work, oh of course not. You understand—-sometimes, his schedule is tight and that makes work the temporary number one priority. You obviously mean more to Mingyu than his paycheck.

Or so you thought. You groan, flopping back onto the couch miserably. Mingyu has come late at night at least twice a week for the past month now, so it should be a normal occurrence. At least, if tonight wasn’t Valentine's.

Yes, today was the commercial holiday that pisses about off half the world. And funnily enough, Mingyu had only sworn to you three major things in his life. One, good dick. Two loving you. And three, that he’d never miss Valentine's day. 

While the last one was mostly a long inside joke from before you got married, you’re still glancing worriedly at the clock. 9:30 and you’re still holed up alone in your apartment, a box of chocolates with his name on it set on top of the kitchen table. 

Mingyu hadn’t promised you a dinner date at a restaurant tonight —you both knew that wouldn't fit with his schedule. But he had promised to cook you something romantic, pour you a glass of wine, and then fuck you till you see stars. 

And being very honest, you think you would’ve loved that much more than a night out. Loved it so much, by the way you’re sneaking your hand into your panties. Pushing one, two fingers in; but it's never good enough—it'll never be Mingyu. 

So you quit early, stand up because you're tired of waiting around. He’ll be home tomorrow. You can wash up now, clean up and see him later. It’ll be fine. You can celebrate then, right?

★ . *- .

Mingyu didn’t think he’d be making up Valentines like this. When he thought about it on the way home, he had pictured at dinner out at your favorite restaurant, or flowers and an even bigger gift basket than the ones he had already bought for you. 

But, you didn’t hear the crack of the door, or the creek of the apartment floors when he walked in. You didn’t even hear when the loud thunk! when his work bag hit the floor. Or when he sets down the heart shaped pendant Joshua had picked out on top of a pink gift basket he had planned to give you much earlier.

He realized then, that you would not be waking up for a while. You were tired, basically passed out. He does feel bad for making you wait so long, but shit, he swears his cock never throbbed as hard as it did when he caught the sight of your sleeping figure curled up in bed. Only in a small tee and new pair of panties he got you a couple of weeks ago. Fuck, you look perfect.

So he went, took a shower and got dressed before laying next to you in bed. You murmur something when his arm wraps around you, snuggling into him. But you don’t wake up.

“Pretty,” he mumbles, slowly running his thumb over the skin of your cheek. He pokes you a couple of times with a finger. You look so cute—eyes shut with your mouth partially open. You might’ve been drooling even. 

His hand dips down to your torso, rests on your hip. He was nearly starting to fall asleep too, blinking in a poor attempt to keep himself up too. And right then, you just had to shuffle, pushing back against him. A small noise slips past his lips when the curve of your ass pressed against his clothed, semi-hard cock.

Poor Gyu, stuck in bed while you’re sound asleep. How’s he supposed to take care of that? He feels his cock twitch again, grip on your hip tightening just barely.

It wouldn’t be a problem if he just helped himself, right? Inhaling, his hand moves a bit further, hooking around the bottom of your panties. He prods against the warmth of your entrance pushing a finger in.

Fuck, you’re so wet. He can hear the sound of your slick when he presses another finger inside. It’s almost as if your cunt is begging for him to fuck you. And it’s only right that what his lovely wife and her pretty cunt wants, they get. 

Mingyu pulls his fingers out, sucks on it. Moving slowly, he climbs until he’s hovering over your still figure. There’s a tight feeling in his core, dick hard as pulls the crotch of your panties to the side. He pulls the waistband of his sweats down, groaning when cold air hits his cock. He spreads your legs a little wider, teases himself against your pussy.

Mingyu sees Heaven when the tip slips past your entrance. Swears he could cum on the spot. You’re so warm, so soft. It’s not his fault, you’re the one who lured him into this trap.

He can do a little more than the tip. You haven’t moved yet, still partially twisted one way with your legs spread wide for him. You were just made to take his cock, weren’t you?

He should have been making up Valentines with a picnic date in the park. Should have been thinking about what he’ll cook you for breakfast tomorrow morning, if he’ll deliver it to you with a card and a rose.

Instead, he’s got you trapped under him on the mattress, seemingly so passive and docile as you sleep, not conscious of the fact that he’s got you stuffed with his fat cock. He wonders if you’re dreaming about it now. You’re not necessarily a deep sleeper, so he’s surprised you don’t wake up when he bottoms out.

He doesn’t know what to say, can’t even speak. You feel so good, too good. Cunt wrapped around him, clenching. He’d kiss you if you were awake right now, but you’re not so he’ll settle with what he has. He fucks a soft thrust into you, watching for your reaction. Your breath catches, but you don’t do more than that.

“Perfect. You’re just perfect, baby.” He groans, pulling out until the tip before he forces himself back in. You let out a moan, arching so slightly. Mingyu thumbs your nipple through your shirt, speeding up the pace of his strokes.

He dips his head to press a kiss to your sternum, lips skimming and peppering kisses along your collarbone next. 

You twist just barely under his hold, eyes fluttering open. You’re still coming to, blurry eyes barely making out the sight of Mingyu’s body caging over you. Whining, you bite your down on your lip when you feel the stupidly fat cock slowly fucking into your cunt.

“Hey baby,” Mingyu murmurs, now kissing the side of your neck. Your whimpers get louder, and you move one arm and snake your it over his shoulder. He groans when you clench on him, sucking harder on your skin. “Don’t worry baby, daddy’s home.”

Tiredly, you rub your eyes with your free hand. There’s pleasure building in your stomach rapidly, and you start to force yourself to sink deeper onto his cock. “Gyu– daddy, please.” You cry, fucking back on him. 

You hear him hum in response, but you can’t answer. Not when he’s picking up the pace of his strokes, pushing hard, deep thrusts into your tight cunt. “Yeah baby? Come on, tell daddy what you need.” He teases, pushing your legs back before moving to grope your ass cheeks with his big hands.

Now that you’re awake, Mingyu tightens his grip, fucking into you harder. “Need Daddy to help you cum, hm?” He says, voice playful. As if he wasn’t the one whimpering and fucking himself into your pussy moments ago. 

“Couldn’t help it, you looked so good.” He murmurs. His hips are starting to buck into your sloppily, You mewl, nodding. Pretty sure you might even be drooling but you couldn’t give a fuck. Everything feels too good, and you’ve got no idea what’s going on. Mingyu says something you can’t hear, kisses along your jawline before he presses his lips to yours.

You can barely make out the “Happy Valentines.” he whispers, cumming too hard. Your cunt clenching around his dick, mouth falling open. He wants to spit in it, call you a slut, but he can’t when he feels you pulse around his cock. 

Gyu’s eyes roll back, and he lets out a low hiss, warm cum filling up your cunt. His body flops over yours, sweaty chest pressing to the front of your shirt. You run a hand through his hair, kiss his nape softly. “Someones late,” you joke, voice breathy.

“I know. ‘M sorry.” he says, moving down so that his head lies on your chest. He loves the feeling of you tugging on his hair slightly, ruffling his hair.

He looks up suddenly, disheveled but handsome as ever. “I’ll make it up. Wine and spa?” 

You laugh, seeing the way he pouts. He looks like a giant puppy, cuddled up into you. You love it, love it so much you’re not even remotely bothered by the mess on cum or the fact that he still hasn’t pulled out. Pushing his hair back with a hand, you kiss him on the forehead once more. “Sure. Happy Valentines.”

didn't realize that even tho it's still valentines in my country, it's late in other places :( happy valentines! not beta read