The Misfit Toymaker || Myg

the misfit toymaker || myg

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.     

➻ title: the misfit toymaker  ➻ pairing: toymaker!yoongi x f!reader  ➻ genre: fantasy | holiday | magic | smut  ➻ word count: 1.8k  ➻ rating: 18+   ➻ warnings: unprotected sex | infidelity | soft dom!yoongi | sub!reader | Sir kink | controlled orgasms | big dick!yoongi but wbk | slight edging | spitting/spit play | belly bulging | sex toys(swings, vibrators, suctions) | creampie | cum play | rough sex | light impact play | dirty talk | degradation | dungeons | bdsm | pet names | fingering | multiple orgasms | crying (the sexy kind) | rejection(i’m sorry) | impreg kink | suspension play | clit stimulation | oral sex(female receiving) | begging | overstimulation      ➻ author’s note: Part 3 has arrived. No lie this is one of my favs!! Once again, I won’t hold you. Thanks @taechwitaaah for beta reading and screaming with me. I hope y’all enjoy this as much as we did lol.

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Summary: Mingyu only needs to wake up with you once to decide he'll do whatever is necessary to do it every day; even if it means letting you help him outside and figuring out how to help you inside, it's worth it. || morning/dayafter of Like A Cowboy

Rating: M (MINORS DNI)

Word Count: ~7100 (~3200 plot, ~3900 smut)

Warnings/Notes: Mingyu's pov, farm stuff, reader gets a lil burn but its not that bad or graphic, horny thoughts, size kink, backstory, cooking/eating, loving manhandling

Smut Warnings: softdom!gyu, restraints (he holds reader’s wrists, holds reader against a door, reader wraps hand around headboard of bed, he holds reader’s thighs down), nipple play, male masturbation (mc helps), mention of cockwarming, oral f receiving, fingering, wap reader, clit stim, brief throat holding, unprotected piv sex, bulge kink, size kink, breeding kink, lil bit of aftercare

Reader Notes: has a vagina and breasts, wears a dress, shorter than gyu, gets picked up by gyu, no pronouns used that i can think of, honey and baby used as petnames

Mingyu’s mind wakes before his body does, sensing fingers callused by needlework tracing up and down his chest as his body catches up. His mouth stretches in a smile and his head turns, his eyes opening to find yours. You stare at him openly, your shyness from the night before gone. From feature to feature, your eyes travel, lingering on the freckle at the tip of his nose and the gentle dip of his Cupid’s bow. 

He blushes under your gaze, bringing the blankets up to cover his bashful smile. Reaching his hand out to yours, he starts tugging you closer. You’d shifted in the night, likely trying to escape his furnace-like body heat, and are now much further away than he’d like. 

Once Mingyu’s got you wrapped up in his arms again, his heart settles. Your lips find his in a sweet good morning kiss, and he can’t stop himself from smiling long enough to properly kiss you back. 

You don’t seem to mind. You just giggle at him, your eyes soft, and rest your chin on his chest. He makes himself comfortable, thinking you intend to go back to sleep but, to his shock and horror, you instead give him a quick peck and start to make your way out of bed. He locks his arms around you before you can go far and brings you even closer than before, clenching fistfuls of your night dress and pouting. 

“Where are you going?” Mingyu whines out in his gravelly morning voice, wondering why he didn't have the sense to bring up a pitcher of water last night. 

“Honey, it’s nearly 9, I don’t even wake up this late!” You remind him. 

Mingyu pouts, considering your words and then deciding he doesn’t care. “What if… we stay in bed for another hour and work together on chores today,” he offers.  

Your face fills with glee as you hop back into bed and pull the covers up to your chin, your feet kicking against his a little. He melts, wondering how he got so lucky to be married to someone that gets excited at the prospect of labor just because it’s labor with him. 

He lays himself practically on top of you, nestling his head in the crook of your neck and breathing you in. You really were onto something when you asked him to stay last night; he was happy just waking up next to you but waking up with you is so much better. 

Watching your eyes crinkle when you smile at him, running his fingers over the pillow creases on your soft cheek, discussing in hushed voices your plans for the day. Rubbing his hairy leg against yours just to make you giggle, feeling your fingers trace the lines in his hand and tickle at his palm, snaking his arms underneath your back to roll over and haul you into his chest. Feeling you flush, knowing that it’s because you like it when he manhandles you a bit. 

Sweet little moments Mingyu didn’t even know he was missing, just because he was too stubborn to let you pitch in more. He loves doing the work but if letting you help means he gets more of this, he’s willing to make some changes. 

Mingyu decides to put you on horse and chicken duty, knowing his large, warm hands are better suited for milking the cows. 

You head out to the field together, one of his hands carrying a bucket for the milk and the other hand swinging yours. The low morning sun filters through your hair, giving you a halo, and though it suits you, he’ll need to get you a hat if you decide to make a habit of working together. He wonders if you’d like to match his, or if you’d want one of the fancier ones he was starting to see in town. 

Mingyu stops short, confused, when he realizes you’re no longer next to him. He turns his head wildly, scared that you’d somehow disappeared in the time he was musing over hats.

He spots you a few feet behind him, tying your skirt to leave your legs exposed, sleeves already rolled up. He blushes and averts his eyes, wanting to respect your modesty, before remembering he’s your husband.

If anyone’s allowed to look, it’s him. 

You skip a bit to catch up, filling his outstretched hand with yours, and he raises a brow as you lace your fingers with his. 

“It’s warm out here! And I was already a few steps behind because your legs are ridiculously long,” you tease with a shrug. 

Mingyu’s brow creases, considering too that you’ll need lighter clothes if you’re going to be working outside with him regularly, and a sturdier pair of boots. Yours were made for walking, not working, and he didn’t want your feet hurting at the end of the day. 

He consciously shortens his steps, matching your stride and contemplating what he could do inside to make up for the work you’ll be doing outside. He knows you have your list of daily chores and is sure you’re willing to share, but he also knows you like things done in a particular way. 

He’s still considering options as you approach the pasture, his eyes automatically sweeping over the animals to take a headcount. None had been lost to predators in weeks, and he wanted to keep that streak going.

The fence is finally doing its job, he thinks proudly, speeding ahead of you to unlatch the gate and hold it open so you can walk through first. 

You know what to do, from the first couple days you’d bullied him into letting you help, so you head over to the chicken coop and Mingyu makes his way to the cows, keeping his eyes on you until you disappear from sight. 

The outside work passes quickly with an extra set of hands, and before Mingyu knows it, he’s heading back up the trail with your fingers tangled in his. The sun sits high in the sky, half the day gone already, and your skin glows in the afternoon light. You’ve got some dirt smeared on your cheekbone and he stops walking, tows you back gently, brushes it off with a careful thumb.

He wants to move it lower, feel the plush of your bottom lip, maybe lean down to dig his teeth into it a little, but his thumb is dirty now and you wouldn’t appreciate that. 

Mingyu can still kiss you though, so he does, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in close, tilting your face up with a gentle finger under your chin, ducking down to press his lips against yours gently. You kiss him back immediately, rising up on your toes and throwing your arms around his neck, and Mingyu tries to hide the shiver that leaves him when you sink your fingers into his hair. He’s about to knock his own hat off so your hands have more room, but you pull away, dropping down onto your heels with a shy smile. 

Mingyu realizes you’re probably not used to him showing so much affection out in the open air, especially not in broad daylight, as he usually returns from his work outside when the sun is going down.

He’ll get you used to it though, if you intend to start joining him. He already has some ideas of where to start: down by the stream with a picnic, maybe; a blanket laid down in the loft of the barn; one of the rocking chairs on the front porch; out in your favorite field of wildflowers, under the moonlight. Not like he’s thought about it before or anything, definitely doesn’t think about it when he catches your eye through the window, or comes in to flirt and rub his sweat all over you, or when you’re standing on his toes and he’s walking you into bed. 

For now, Mingyu’s content with twining his fingers with yours and following the path back home. 

Mingyu was right, you are particular about your work inside. He’d nearly dropped one of your precious jars of peach marmalade, just as you appeared in the doorway of the cellar, and now he sits in your rocking chair, sorting linens. He can’t blame you for relegating him to a task without glass or needles or easily bruised vegetables, he can admit he’s a bit clumsy for a rancher.

Mingyu just finds it difficult to control his limbs sometimes, he takes up more space than he realizes, and occasionally moves around like he did before that last growth spurt in his late teens.

He’s been working on it but all progress flies out the window when you’re around. It’s like you take up too much space in his mind to allow for anything else, even maintaining his grip, evidenced by the marmalade incident. 

But sorting Mingyu can do, especially when he realizes how much laundry the two of you produce, groaning when he thinks of the clothes you’d both just shed upstairs, waiting to be washed. He can’t believe he’s been letting you take care of all of this by yourself, and dies inside a bit when he realizes there’s even more drying on the line outside. It still looks damp, swaying heavily in the wind, and Mingyu rushes to finish up this batch before the next is ready. 

He can hear you singing in the kitchen, organizing the cupboards in preparation for the mason jars of preserves currently floating in boiling water on the stove. You like to have a lot of jam for the winter, knowing that when it gets cold enough to freeze, there won’t be any fruit to harvest or any honey to collect from the bee box he’d rigged up for you. You spend a lot of time baking in those months as it keeps the house warm and provides something fresh to eat, which is a luxury once the temperature drops. 

Mingyu hasn’t told you yet, but he’d gone out to the smith’s last month and traded for a new cast iron dutch oven. You’d told him that was your favorite way to make bread, and that yours had cracked just before you’d married him. He wishes you still had the pieces so the smith could’ve fired it back together, made you something stronger out of something old and baked in love, but he supposes a new one will suffice.

He plans to give it to you on the first day of snow, which should line up with the week that he’d asked you to marry him two years ago. 

God, he hopes you don’t cry, Mingyu thinks as he folds another sheet. He can’t stand to see you in tears, whether they’re happy or sad. It just makes him want to bundle you up in wool and hide you away from the world and anything that might seek to hurt you.

He supposes his stature could come in handy then, his arms are long enough to wrap around you completely, his chest and shoulders broad enough to act as a shield, his body tall enough to fully block you from incoming attackers. 

He’s thinking too hard about this, he knows, but Mingyu can’t help it when he loves you like he does. 

It was difficult when he’d been courting you - he was uncomfortably aware that he couldn’t just put his hands on you or haul you into him anytime he sensed a threat, that it would be seen as untoward and not a man trying to protect someone he loves. Because he wasn’t really supposed to love you like that yet, but he’d fallen for you long before that first outing, before he’d even gained the confidence to walk up your front porch steps, hat in his hands, and ask to speak with your parents in private. 

He’s fairly sure it was obvious too, by the way your father laughed at him and asked what took him so long, and the way your mother smiled gently with fondness, the years of him taking every chance he could get to be near you fresh in her mind.

You’d grown up in the house just a few minutes’ walk down the way from his, and he still remembers meeting you for the first time and being so excited to have someone around his age so close by. You were a bit shy though, coming from the city and unused to boys being so rough and tumble and interested in you, so he’d backed off a bit and just tried to let you get settled. 

Mingyu could never stay away too long though, cropping up a few times a year to ask if you wanted to go into town or ride horses or chase dragonflies with him, and slowly but surely you warmed up. You’d been shocked when he asked to court you though, apparently far less aware of his feelings than your parents had been, and it took a couple weeks for you to adjust to the idea. 

Mingyu can still remember the feeling he got when he’d opened the door to find you, your fingers twisting in your dress just like they were last night, nervously telling him you wanted to accept his offer. He’d near vibrated out of his body with happiness, his hands reaching for yours before he could stop them and his canines primed to puncture his bottom lip with how hard he was grinning.

He’d made you wait in the doorway while he ran to grab his first courting gift, an embroidery kit with needles, cloth, and thread he’d hand selected. He’d also commissioned the local artist to create some patterns for you, taking your proclivity for wildflowers into account. 

Mingyu’s folding one of the first handkerchiefs you’d embroidered with the kit now, and feels his heart stutter in his chest as his fingers run lovingly over the carefully sewn threads, finding his initials and yours hidden in one of the vines bordering the edges. He’s taken out of his reverie when he hears you let out a muffled swear from the kitchen, and rises to his feet so fast he knocks the pile of folded linens over. 

He doesn’t even notice as he rushes to the kitchen, knowing you don’t have a penchant for swearing, and finding you cradling your arm to your chest, a steaming jar of jam stuck on its side at the edge of the butcher block. Mingyu grabs a towel and rights the jar, sliding it to rest against the wall, before gently pulling your arm up to his face so he can inspect the damage. The skin is swelling already, your flesh hot to the touch, and Mingyu whines quietly in his throat when you jump at the soft press of his fingertips to your forearm. He tugs you over to the sink, running the cold water over your skin and turning to wrap up some ice in the towel. 

“What happened, baby?” Mingyu asks carefully, knowing you probably feel annoyed with yourself for getting hurt. 

You groan and press your forehead into his chest before you answer, “It slipped from the tongs and I tried to stop it from rolling off the counter.”

“Honey, you knew it was hot, why-”

“I didn’t do it on purpose! It was just reflexive, I’ve had a lot of practice with catching falling things since I married you.”

“Oh, don’t you try to charm me now, baby, it won’t make me forget about this burn on your arm.”

“What exactly was charming about that?”

“You said you married me!”

“That was just a fact!” 

“And it’s a fact that I love. Now, go sit in your chair and ice your arm, I’ll start dinner.”

Mingyu sends you away, your arm wrapped up in the towel and your lips pursed in a pout, and jogs to the cellar to grab some salted pork. He’s thinking about just panfrying it with some vegetables, hoping you’re not expecting something more elaborate.

Mingyu prefers making the more complex dishes with you, has always loved the way you move around him in the kitchen, the way you eye his seasoning amounts even though he’s been cooking longer than you, the way you trail your fingers over his back and waist and chest any chance you get. 

But you’re out of commission for now, so Mingyu sets the vegetables to sauté and chops up the salted pork to stir in later. The dish comes together quickly, and he calls you to the kitchen as he serves up dinner, setting the two steaming plates on the table and filling a pitcher of water. 

Mingyu is starving, and wants to dig in immediately, but you still haven’t come into the kitchen so he decides to investigate first. He creeps into the living room, finding you in your rocking chair like he’d told asked you to do, but you’re not icing your arm, you’re folding the rest of the linens.

Mingyu’s head tilts back in exasperation, and he’s sure you can hear his sigh from where he stands in the doorway. He makes his way to your side, pulling the towel from your hands and leaning down to haul you over his shoulder. You protest, or try to, at least, but Mingyu’s not having it. 

He hates when you get hurt, feels guilty no matter where he was or what he was doing when it happened, and it doesn’t help that you’re so stubborn. Mingyu knows you’re independent, loves that you are, but sometimes he just needs to take matters into his own hands.

You always pretend to mind, but he can tell you love it, the way your heart races against him gives you away every time. He deposits you in your seat and slides into his own, staring at you until you pick up your fork, and starts to eat, chatting with you in between bites. 

There’s never a lack of topics for the two of you to discuss, just something that comes with growing up side by side and running a ranch together.

Mingyu takes the hand of your injured arm and holds it palm up, so you don’t rest the inflamed skin on the table, telling you of his plans for the final harvest. You say his new sweater should be done by then, then inform him the smoked fish stores are getting low, and a trip is in order. 

It feels a bit like whiplash, pure fondness for you melting into heat as he remembers how you’d seduced him into the river last time, the way you’d grinned as you felt him shiver against you, and ran your fingers up and down his chest to ‘warm him up’. 

You wear the same grin now and Mingyu blushes, knowing you’re cognizant of where exactly his mind went. The hold you have over him is so powerful, he’s sure you’ll be able to tempt him into the cold water with just a look on this next trip. 

Mingyu would be lying if he said he doesn’t love it. 

Clean up is easy, Mingyu washes and you dry, and you head to the living room together to wrap up the chores for the day. Mingyu sets right the stack of laundry he’d knocked over before, and you finish folding the rest, ignoring the looks he sends you every time your arm lifts from the ice-filled towel he’d set in your lap. 

He considers you for a moment, thinking on how well you’d behaved when he’d held your hand down on the table, and decides to test this thought further tonight. 

It’s all Mingyu can think about as he leads you up the stairs. Most of the time, he just wants to make you happy, but tonight he wants you to listen to him. He wants to- 

Goodness, he feels almost hedonistic saying this, but… he wants to fuck the stubbornness out of you. 

Mingyu stops when he reaches the door, maneuvering you in front of him, stepping into your space, pressing you up against the hardwood. Your eyes grow wide, head tilted back to meet his gaze, and he leans in to lay a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling away before you can return the pressure. 

“Can you listen to me for a second, baby?” Mingyu asks softly, but firmly, his tone telling you he plans on dictating the pace tonight. 

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly, your chest filling with air and pressing against his, your hands rising to rest on his shoulders before he takes them within his own and holds them to the door above your head.

Your eyelashes flutter when he drags his fingers down your arms, skipping over the sore spot to rest his hands on your shoulders, his thumbs tracing your collarbones and dipping into the hollow of your throat.

He drifts them lightly over your breasts, fingers thrumming at your nipples and squeezing lightly at the flesh under his hands. They smooth down further to wrap around your waist, digging into the dips and curves of your body, pinning you to the door. 

Mingyu can feel your ribs expand between his hands, your breath shaky beneath his palms, your eyes locked with his. 

He has no doubt at all that you’re listening to him now. 

“I want you to let me take care of you tonight, do as I ask, as best you can. Can you do that for me, honey?” Mingyu starts, waiting for your nod to continue, “But I need to know you’ll tell me if you don’t like something I do, or don’t want to do something I ask of you. Do you promise you’ll tell me?”

You think, but not for long, before resting your head against the door to return his gaze, twining your fingers together above your head, and sighing out, “I promise, Gyu. I trust you.” 

Mingyu smiles and surges forward, cradling your face in his hands to bring you into a kiss, sliding his tongue along the seam of your mouth and dipping it between your lips to brush against yours. You open for him immediately, your body growing pliant under his and sinking back against the door, and Mingyu moves his grip back to your hands, tangling his fingers with yours and pressing your hands into the wood.

That just makes you softer, and Mingyu can feel every bit of tension leaving your body as you respond to his kiss, letting him take the lead and sucking in a sharp breath when he bites down on your bottom lip. His canines descend into the plushness, feeling the quivering of your lip between his teeth, and he moans into your mouth when your hips buck against him. 

Mingyu knows if he doesn’t get inside you get you inside soon, he’ll take you against the door, and it’s not that he doubts his craftsmanship, but you deserve the comfort of a bed for what he has planned tonight.

One hand leaves yours to fumble for the knob, and your fingers twine around the hand that remains just as Mingyu gets the door open and starts hustling you inside. He pulls your hands down to guide you to the bed, crowding you up to the edge until you start to climb up, shuffling back when he crawls on after you. 

Bracing himself on one forearm, Mingyu shifts to hover over you, and draws both of your hands up to rest above your head on the mattress. He gives you one last squeeze before rising and sitting back on his knees, straddling your thighs with his own. 

You don’t move a muscle, you just breathe shallowly and stare up at him, mouth slightly open and lips looking plush. Your hands stay where he left them, and Mingyu decides to reward you by taking his shirt off, unbuttoning it quickly and flinging it to the side. 

Mingyu watches your eyes as they trace the skin revealed to you, your gaze zeroing in on his bulging pecs and the way his abs flex as he breathes in and out. He exaggerates it a bit, feeling his accessory muscles joining in to make the movement of his chest seem even larger, and your eyelids flutter when he activates his trapezius and rolls his shoulders and neck, leaving his head tilted back to stare down his nose at you. 

The sheets are gathered up in your grasp, your fingers tensing around the fabric in an effort to keep them to yourself, and Mingyu gifts you with his fingers on you instead. They meander from your shoulders to your chest, unbuttoning your dress and slowly pushing it apart, brushing softly against your skin as he moves along your body, dragging the fabric and your underthings off to leave you naked. 

You wriggle under him, likely wishing he’d speed up, but Mingyu plans on taking his time. He’d gone a bit hard on you last night, and he’s sure you’ll be sore tomorrow from the chores, so tonight he’s going to open you up slowly, get you wet enough he can just slide right in. He may not even move, may just keep his cock buried inside your slick heat and make you cum around him, over and over and over again. 

The idea becomes more appealing with every inch of your skin he touches, his hands lovingly grazing your breasts, his thumbs brushing back and forth over your nipples until they pebble.

Mingyu can feel his stomach clench at the way your flesh gives, little divots forming under his fingertips as he squeezes your breasts in his hands. Your back arches, pressing your chest further into his touch, and Mingyu brings his eyes up to watch your face as he leans down to suck a mark into the underside of your breast. He nips at it gently before licking a stripe up to your nipple, wrapping his lips around it and pulling it into his mouth. 

Something about the way you taste always makes him groan, and you squirm at the vibrations on your sensitive skin, whimpering when he tests his teeth on you, your hips bucking up when he suddenly pulls off to lick his lips and smile.

You’re barely starting to smile back when Mingyu ducks down to suction his mouth around your other nipple and nibble at it, laving his tongue back and forth, his eyes half lidded as they stare into yours. 

Mingyu pulls away and watches the path of his fingers as they drag over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He’s obsessed with how his hands look on you, the way your body feels under his, the way you open up so sweetly for him, your thighs trying to spread even trapped as they are between his knees.

He shuffles back until he’s off you completely, and he can see your fingers twitch in the sheets, knows you want to grab his hair and pull him back to you, but you twist them tighter in your grip and wait for him to tell you what to do. 

You’re being so good for him, following even his unspoken instructions, and Mingyu wants to reward you, he does, but he needs to push you a little first.

So he sits on his knees and runs his hands over his thighs, fingers inching up to unbutton his pants and tug his cock out, tucking the waistband under his heavy balls. You gasp at the sight, your thighs clenching together between his when he drags his hand up the length, curving his palm over the head and smearing precum down. He thrusts into his own touch, sucking in a breath when he squeezes his hand at the base, and the image that rushes into his mind makes him groan. 

Mingyu imagines his hand on top of yours on his cock, and God, your hand would disappear under his but he’d know it was there, be able to feel it, feel the way your fingers can’t touch, feel how much more skin he covers with his own hand, get to control the pace and make you appreciate every inch he has to offer. 

It’s all yours, after all; Mingyu is all yours, and he hopes by now you’d know that. You definitely will after he’s done with you tonight, he thinks. 

“Baby, can you give me your hand?” Mingyu requests, waiting for you to hold out the hand of your uninjured arm before he takes it, pulling it down to wrap your fingers around his cock. 

He was right, your hand is swallowed by his, and it just makes your touch feel even sweeter, the skin of your palm softer than his and contrasting beautifully. He’s already throbbing, twitching in your grip, and he knows he’ll need to make you cum at least twice before he gets in you if he wants to last. Your third always takes just a bit longer, and he’ll need all the extra time he can get. 

Mingyu indulges for just a bit longer before dragging your hand away and returning it to rest above your head with the other. You whine, your hips shifting against the sheets, and Mingyu doesn’t have the heart to hold out any longer, lifting his knees over yours to set between your thighs and spread them. He slides down onto his stomach, resting the side of his head against your thigh, turning to bite at your soft skin, before looking up at you. 

Mingyu has an idea, but he doesn’t want to push you too far, doesn’t want you to have to tell him to slow down or stop.

But, it would make things easier, and he’s thought about it probably hundreds of times, and he figures now is as good a time as any to ask. 

“Honey, can you do me a favor?” Mingyu asks softly, soothing you already with his hands running up and down your thighs. 

You blink blearily at him and nod, waiting for him to speak.

“I want you to hold yourself open for me, so I can use both of my hands,” he says slowly, watching your face as you process his words. He can feel the sudden shyness coming off of you, see it in the way you adjust your shoulders, scrunch your brows together, shift your legs against the sheets. Your stubbornness works in his favor, he finds, as you set your jaw and offer him your hand, the same one he’d just had around his cock. 

Mingyu holds your gaze as he arranges you, setting your palm on your pelvis and pulling your fingers apart to place your pointer finger on one side and your middle finger on the other. He presses your digits down, sliding them away from each other so you’re spread open, and Mingyu can feel the heat flooding his stomach as he stares at the picture you make.

He feels lightheaded almost, as he takes you in, one hand held above your head, the other holding your cunt open for him, your eyes shy but your expression strong, and Mingyu knows somehow he could never fuck the tenacity out of you, would never truly want to. 

If anything, your strong will just makes your submission sweeter. The knowledge that you could push back, but instead allow him to take control of you like this is enough to make his head spin, and Mingyu sucks in a breath as he moves one hand down to dip his fingers in and out of your entrance.

You’re so wet, dripping, even, when he comes into contact with you, and the next breath he takes in smells like you, tastes like you. He wants more, so he sinks two fingers into you, scissoring them slowly until he can hold you open and slide his tongue in between, bringing his other hand up to rub his thumb over your clit. The rest of his fingers reach up between yours, tips pressing into your belly and middle finger sliding into your grasp where the rest of your fingers curl against your stomach. 

Mingyu takes in a deep breath, a groan sounding at the back of his throat, as he tastes you again. He’d just had his tongue on you last night, but it already feels like it’s been too long since he got to be close to you like this.

That’s really what gets him, the fact that you trust him to stretch you open, hold you down, that you let him get inside of you. It’s still so wild to him, so special, and Mingyu thinks it always will be, never imagined he’d get to be with you in this way. 

He promises silently to make the most of it each and every time, and decides he’s had enough of trying to draw this out, trying to make you wait. Your hips are bucking into him, your fingers wrapped tightly around his, and he can feel your walls throbbing, pulsing against his tongue.

You’re ready to cum, and he’s ready to make you cum, so Mingyu slides his fingers in deeper, curling them into the patch of nerves inside of you until you get wet enough that it starts to seep out around his digits. He coats his thumb in your slickness, draws it up to your clit to press hard circles into the swollen nub, watching with keen eyes as your back arches and you tear at the sheets with the hand still tangled up in them. 

You haven’t moved it at all, and Mingyu feels so proud, so lucky, that he slides a third finger in and moves his thumb to the crest of your pussy, pulling the flesh up so your clit is exposed and he can suck it into his mouth. You cry out, moaning into the open air of the bedroom and rolling your hips into his touch, and he feels your walls clench around his fingers, fluttering as you cum. 

He leaves his fingers inside, groaning at the way your muscles suck them in deeper, and the vibration on your clit makes you keen. Mingyu forces his eyes up to meet yours, quirking a brow and leaving his mouth on you, knowing you’ll read his question for what it is. 

You nod, shifting your hand up to wrap around one of the rungs on the headboard, and Mingyu feels his cock jump against the sheets, precum dribbling out to dampen the linens. He barely notices, knows he’ll get to cum eventually, whether inside you or, if you’ll allow it, on you.

All of his attention is focused on the way you’re clenching around his fingers, the way you pulse under his tongue, the way your chest rises and falls with your gasping breaths. 

Mingyu knows he can make you cum again, and with the way your walls are pulling his digits in deeper, it’ll be soon. His tongue slides up between your fingers, licking around them before focusing his attention on your clit. You don’t always love the same pattern, so he tries out a few different ones before he lands on a motion that makes your muscles seize, and concentrates on maintaining it.

Mingyu groans into you, fingers hooking inside and rubbing, tongue hard at work, and his eyes trail up your body to land on your face as you start to climb up that hill again. Your eyes clench shut before you force them back open to lock with his, likely remembering the way he’d told you eyes on me, baby, just last night.

Your walls quiver around his fingers, clamping down tight, and Mingyu moans when he feels your clit start to throb under his tongue, sucks your wetness down when it starts to gush out. He feels insatiable, like too much could never be enough, and he’s about to try for a third when he hears you calling his name. 

“Mingyu,” you pant, chest rising and falling rapidly, and Mingyu slides his fingers out, wipes them on the sheets, before curving a palm around your cheek. 

“What is it, baby? Is it too much, you wanna stop?” He asks, trying to catch your gaze, but your eyes are hazy and unfocused, and Mingyu worries he’s pushed you too far too fast. He can feel your hand cover his, the one that had been between your thighs, and if he wasn’t so concerned at the moment, he’d turn his head and suck your wet fingers into his mouth. 

“No, no, don’t wanna stop, just- please, I need you in me, I feel so-” you suck in a gasp, pushing through your shyness to finish, “I feel so empty, Gyu.”

It’s like his heart stops in his chest. 

Just last night, you’d barely been able to tell him you liked being spanked (something he definitely plans on exploring more at a later date), and now here you are, begging him to put his cock in you because you feel, fuck, you feel empty. 

Without him in you, you feel empty, and Mingyu can feel his dick get harder somehow, feel his balls tighten, feel the heat climbing up his spine and into his throat, as he moves the hand on your cheek to rest on your neck and uses the other to line himself up. He notches the head of his cock in your entrance, your muscles still trembling, and he pushes past the initial tightness to slide in deep, until his hips meet yours and he’s buried in you to the base. 

You’re so hot, and fucking soaking wet, that Mingyu can pull out with ease and sink back in with no resistance, and he starts up a slow and steady pace. You want him to go faster, he can tell, but he goes harder instead, snapping his hips into yours and rooting his cock deep inside you, the head rubbing against your walls with every thrust.

Both of his hands dig into the underside of your thighs and press them down into the bed, keeping you spread open and giving him more room to move, enough for him to angle his hips so he can grind his pubic bone against your clit. 

You’re getting close again already, and Mingyu is right there with you, might be further along than you are, when he notices the subtle movement of your stomach. It bulges out a little with each thrust, and Mingyu feels like he might cum on the spot when he realizes he can literally see his cock moving inside you.

Mingyu’s big, he knows, and you’d been apprehensive at first, but you’d pushed through the nerves like you always do, and he’s beyond grateful for your stubbornness now, can’t believe he ever wanted to fuck it out of you when it was the very trait that meant he got to fuck you at all. 

He moves the hand on your neck to lay right over the spot, pressing down and feeling your flesh bumping into his palm as he fucks in and out of you, and he desperately circles his fingers on your clit because now he knows he’s about to lose it. 

“Fuck, baby, honey, please cum, please fucking cum,” Mingyu gasps, folding over to press his open mouth against yours, fucking into you harder and fast and feeling his dick push against his hand. He’s so deep inside of you, he almost can’t believe it, can’t believe how lucky he is, how amazing you are, that your body is able to take him like this. 

Your hand delves into his hair, your fingers tangling in the strands to hold his mouth to yours, and he groans your name when he feels you cry out and clench, your cunt trying to suck him in deeper. Your walls constrict around his cock, and he pushes through your tightness until his balls press against your ass, drawing up tight before the dam breaks. 

You’re still cumming, pussy milking the length of him and clamping down tight on the head, and his cock surges inside you, twitching as his cum shoots out. It floods into you, filling you up and running out of room quickly, gathering at your entrance where he’s still stretching you, still plugging you up. 

Mingyu doesn’t try to pull out this time, not willing to risk making you cry like he almost did last night, and tries to catch his breath. His lips are still pressed against yours and you’re making weak sobbing noises, your breath sounding thready in your lungs, and he pulls away to check on you. 

Your fingers remain wrapped around the wood of the headboard, and he gently peels them away one by one, massaging each of them until they don’t twitch in his hand anymore, kissing each fingertip before pulling your hand underneath his to press it flat on your stomach. 

Your back arches when you feel it, your heady gaze meeting his, and Mingyu feels his cock stir inside of you when you push down, your fingers tracing over the bulge. His stomach jumps at the pressure, and his cum starts to leak out of you, dripping down his balls and onto the sheets. 

“Can I move, baby? Get us cleaned up?” Mingyu asks softly, shifting onto his knees and sliding a hand under your ass so he can lift your hips into his, just in case you’re still not ready. 

You nod sleepily though, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand, and Mingyu feels his breath catch when his gaze finds the burn from before. It looks a little better, and it’s not blistered at all, thankfully, likely just needing some marigold salve and a bandage to keep it protected.

Mingyu didn’t realize he’d still felt so wound up about it until the tension left him, his shoulders dropping and his face smoothing now that he’s sure no serious damage was done.

You’re drifting off to sleep already, so Mingyu gathers you up in his arms and navigates carefully to the bathroom, wiping you down with a washcloth and rinsing his cum from between your legs before grabbing the jar of balm and one of the bandages you keep rolled up in the drawer. 

He carries you back to bed first, tugging your nightgown over your head and gently pulling your arms through, taking extra care with your injury as he lightly smears the homemade salve on your skin, wrapping your forearm up in fabric and tucking the end.

He’s turning away when your hand catches his, pulling him down into a kiss and breathing, “Love you, Gyu,” into his lips. He whispers it back, three times, before pecking you on the forehead and ambling back to the shower.

He rinses himself off quickly and stumbles into his night clothes, climbing carefully into bed and inching closer and closer until he can get his arms around you to pull you into his chest. 

Mingyu had already decided this morning that he was waking up with you tomorrow too, regardless of whether you’d split chores again, and he sighs into your hair, dreaming already of the smile you’ll grace him with when you wake to find him still next to you. 

AN: oof okay we made it i feel like im gonna die !! def did not mean for it to get this long esp when im already planning part 3 but it did so here we are ! i've gone over this a couple times and i'll likely refine this a bit more over the next few days but I really just wanted to release it bc im so excited to hear your thoughts!

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