Kim Mingyu X Fem Reader

kim mingyu x fem reader

this is part 2 of my sexting au I posted last week! you can check out part 1 here

pwp, smut with fluff at the end, MDNI!

warnings: switch mingyu, fingering, cum eating, protected penetration, he has a big dick, size kink if you squint.

6k hehe

note: thank you so much for the support on the first part♡ I hope you like this and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes

Kim Mingyu: come to my place at 8 so we can arrange everything🙏

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Kim Mingyu: guys I told Seokminnie to come at 9😊 [15:36 pm]

Kim Mingyu: and don’t forget to bring the stuff on the list😁

The new text from the group chat made exclusively for tonight’s surprise party lights up your screen, taking your attention away from the tv show you were watching.

You have the urge to ask why he decided the time on the same day, but you don’t. You have a feeling that things are still a little awkward, and you never talked much anyways so it would be weird.

These few days, even if you tried not to, the only thing occupying your mind was your little chat with Mingyu.

Can sexting change your view of a person? That sounds so stupid. You were never mean to him, on purpose at least, and you would always think twice before going somewhere if he was going too. But now, you find yourself a little excited at the idea of seeing him.

You have about four hours to get ready and half an hour to get to Mingyu’s place. There’s plenty of time, so you finish the episode of New Girl you were re-watching and begin to get ready.

You absolutely do not think about seeing Mingyu for the first time since your… conversation. Not during your shower, where you shave your whole body. Not while picking a cute outfit you don’t usually wear that flatters your body and shows off your boobs. And absolutely not while doing your make up, you just happen to choose a red lipstick that has been sitting collecting dust since you bought it. There’s nothing wrong with trying different things sometimes!

Looking in the mirror, you realize that maybe you went a little overboard, not enough so that your friends would think it’s on purpose, but it is definitely noticeable.

Whatever. You’ll welcome whatever attention you might get. There’s no time to change anyway, you have to leave now or you’ll be late, so you grab your purse and go out.

You were tasked to bring the cake, so you drop by the cake shop a few blocks from your home and take a taxi afterward. It was a simple two tiered pink cake that said “Happy Birthday," but looking at it, already seated on the cab, you can’t help feeling like you’re forgetting something.

Checking the list over and over again doesn’t help, it only says “cake" and your name beside it. You’re thinking about what could possibly be so obviously necessary that no one thought to write it down. And then you remember, CANDLES! Painfully, obviously and pretty needed for a birthday cake.

It’s too late to go back now because you’re already 2 minutes away.

It’s fine.

It’s completely fine.

You’re sure someone else might have thought about it and will bring some. Mingyu has to have candles around just in case the power goes out. Maybe in the box there’s a candle the cake shop puts just in case.

The taxi leaves you at 8 pm sharp at Mingyu’s building. You try to calm down during the elevator ride, and it’s not until you’re at the door, knocking, that you remember at whose house you’re at. And realize that it’s just a little bit too quiet inside.

Mingyu opens the door, knowing it’s you on the other side. You’re always the first one to arrive.

You know you should be more put together, but you’re left without words at the sight of him. His hair is pushed back, a little wet still. He was probably on the shower while you were on the way. His outfit is simple, black jeans and a white t-shirt, but it somehow looks amazing on him. You wonder how does someone make a plain white t-shirt look so good. It’s almost unfair to everyone else.

Too lost in thought, you don’t realize you have the same effect on him. He’s left breathless by the sight of you. He thinks you have never looked this beautiful.

A door opens at the end of the hallway, and the sound takes you both out of your trance. He’s the first one to speak.

“Hey sorry come on in.” Mingyu says with an embarrassed tone you almost don’t catch. He moves to the side to let you through and speaks up again. “You’re first like always.”

“Yeah they can’t be punctual at all." You’re standing awkwardly looking at the cake in your hands while he closes the door.

“Should I put this in the fridge?" Your eyes point to the cake Mingyu didn’t register before. “Sure let me -" He tries taking it from your hands, but you back away.

“I can do it.” It comes out drier than you want to, so you look him in the eyes and show him a little smile. Even if your “friendship” didn’t change drastically in a matter of days, you don’t want to still have a rocky relationship. That seems to make him relax. “There should be enough room.” You hear him say as you’re walking towards the kitchen.

You know his apartment like the palm of your hand by now. It seems like he’s the only one willing to have many people over at once, so the hangouts are always here.

He follows behind you and stands in the kitchen while you try to figure out the best way to store it without getting it damaged.

“Oh I should tell you I forgot the candles, I’m sorry I don’t know why I didn’t think about it but I remembered on the way here and it was too late, but I thought maybe you had some here but if not we can just ask the guys I’m sure some of them aren’t even on the way yet and-" You turn around after you place the cake on the fridge and you blurt out the apology, only to find Mingyu standing right behind you.

He's so close you can smell his cologne. The one he always uses that you secretly love and wish you could steal, but he doesn’t have to know that. His body so close to yours does not affect you. In any way.

“I bought them don’t worry.” You sigh, relieved that you didn’t ruin anything with your stupid mistake.

“Oh thank God" You start and look up to look at him in the eyes, “Thank you really, I was panicking on the elevator I thought I ruined the cake because-"

“You should be a rapper." Mingyu suddenly interrupts you.

“What?” You look at him, very confused by his statement, and he just laughs.

“You just said 50 words in like two seconds.” He adds in between laughs.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You punch him lightly on one arm, “I was actually worried!” You really try to sound mad, but his laugh is awfully contagious and brings you to laugh with him.

“I don’t think you spoke that many words to me in years." He suddenly says, still laughing, but your smile dies slowly, because you realize he’s right.

“Yeah well…” You’re looking at him directly in the eyes. His smile is still plastered on his face, a little faded but there nevertheless.

Your eyes move to the side, to not make eye contact with him as you say “Things change.”

The atmosphere changes as fast as a heartbeat. You’re suddenly very aware of your body so close to his. Mingyu’s gaze wander to your lips a second too long before it goes back to your eyes. Slowly, he begins closing in the space between your bodies. You step back but find yourself caged in between him and the counter.

His warmth embraces you when he places an arm on your side to cage you in more. He has to crouch to look you right in the eyes. “How?” You barely register his question, his closeness making you dizzy. “What?”

“What changed?” For sure he’s trying to take a reaction out of you, and you hate that he’s succeeding. But you can have your fun too.

“You know… when you make a guy cum in his pants your relationship changes.”

He doesn’t seem affected by your response, quite the opposite actually, he might be enjoying it judging by the smirk forming on his mouth.

“You know damn well I did not cum in my pants”

“Didn’t you? Huh… Guess I wasn’t that impressed because I would remember otherwise.” Impressed you were. And remember you do. But you like annoying him.

He sighs, acting shocked as he puts his right hand on his chest. “How could you?” You don’t resist it and start laughing at his silliness.

But his arms are back to caging you in a millisecond. “I’ll have to make you remember then.”

You can’t resist it when your eyes drop from his eyes to his lips, suddenly calling to you like he’s got you under a spell. He seems to notice because his smirk makes a reappearance.

So slow you barely even notice. His face comes closer by the second. It's so slow he’s for sure doing it on purpose.

“And how would you do that, may I ask?” Now it’s your turn to smirk as your eyes go up back to his eyes, defying him.

His face is so close now that you can feel his breath on you. Your lips are only separated from his by bare millimeters. You’re about to tilt your chin up to connect them when someone knocks on the front door.

Mingyu drops his head as he sighs and separates from you a few inches. Your hands find their way to his chest and push him back a little to draw his attention.

“You should probably get that.” His head goes back up at your words and gives you a disappointed look.

His gaze goes down to your lips. “I don’t want to.” You smile at his reaction, you don’t really want it either but more people are going to start showing up so you need to get going. The person outside knocks again and you push him one more time, a little harder this time so he gives you space to leave his arm prison.

“Go! I’ll start putting up decorations.”

He gives up and let’s his arms go from the counter, but you don’t move. You watch his form as he turns around and walks to the door.

You were always amazed at how tall he was, his broad shoulders and strong back that somehow ended in a tiny waist. Somehow what he was wearing today accentuated all of that.

The door opens, and you hear Mingyu welcoming whoever was outside.

The night goes as smoothly as it could have. When Seokmin arrives, everyone shouts happy birthday, and he looks genuinely surprised. But then you all find out he actually knew because Soonyoung accidentally told him yesterday. Wonderful evening.

After all the singing and shouting, someone you can’t see puts music and the drinks start rolling in. You had no idea there was that much alcohol at the party to make like 15 people drunk but you’re not complaining.

It's already 4am when you start feeling the effects of alcohol leave your body.

You’ve been sitting on the couch watching Wonwoo destroy everyone at Mario Kart. You don’t dare to try to play against him, so you just sat back to laugh.

Everyone eventually grows bored of the game. Some go back to their homes, but you and a few others stay to hang out.

Mingyu, on the other hand, started tidying up when people started leaving. He doesn’t mind people staying over, but he prefers cleaning now, so he doesn’t have to do it when he wakes up. He’s still listening to the conversation, though, throwing in a few comments here and there or laughing.

When he finally finishes it’s a little over 4:30 am. There’s no room on the couch and he doesn’t want to sit on the floor, so he stands against the wall facing the group.

You’re sprawled out on the couch, resting your legs on top of Vernon’s who’s sitting at the other end. The guys are debating about… something. You stopped understanding a while ago. You just laugh when someone says something funny.

It’s when Mingyu comments about something Wonwoo said that you notice he finished with whatever he was doing, standing there in his full glory. Your eyes can’t seem to move away from him, and you don’t resist it either. His hair is now messy, and he's sweating a little bit. He catches you staring and raises his eyebrows. You shrug in response.

The chatter becomes background noise as you two play a staring game. You don’t dare move your eyes off of him, and he doesn’t either. After a few minutes, you motion a “What?” With your mouth.

He grabs his phone without breaking eye contact, but ultimately does to unlock it and starts texting someone. You realize that someone is you when his gaze is back at you, and your phone vibrates in your back pocket.

No one is paying attention to you. The guys are still debating, maybe about something else now, so you grab your phone without getting noticed. The only person who notices is Vernon because you move your legs off of him, but he doesn’t even glance at you, just re positions himself.

Kim Mingyu: so how long are you staying? [4:33 am]

You look up at Mingyu with an incredulous look and he just motions for you to reply.

You: wow no emojis this time

Kim Mingyu: I’m being serious😔

When you look at him he’s actually making the same face as the emoji. Cute.

You: for how long am I welcomed? [4:34 am]

Kim Mingyu: you can stay however long you please

You: I was thinking I might leave when the guys leave

You: but they seem to have a lot of energy today

Kim Mingyu: I can tell them to leave [4:35 am]

You: you want me to leave that badly?

Kim Mingyu: I want you to stay.

Kim Mingyu: but I don’t want them to be here

You giggle at his response. That definitely draws attention to you because Seungkwan asks “Who’s got you giggling like that?”

“No one.” You rush to reply, and hope no one sees your eyes dart to Mingyu before adding “You don’t know him.”

The interest dies soon enough, but you know Seungkwan will ask you again later.

Your eyes find their way back to Mingyu’s to find him already looking at you, waiting for you to text him again. You raise your eyebrows before going back to your phone.

You: don’t be mean they’re your friends! [4:37 am]

Kim Mingyu: when I’m done with you you’ll thank me

You: done with me?🤔

Kim Mingyu: you’ll see…

Kim Mingyu: do you want to stay? [4:38 am]

You: only if you make me breakfast in the morning

You: I hear you’re a really good cook

He doesn’t reply, instead he starts subtly kicking everyone out, saying stuff like “hey guys it’s getting late" and “you’re all gonna be wrecked tomorrow".

Someone jokes “that’s him politely asking us to get the fuck out", and everyone laughs as they start picking up their stuff.

You also start grabbing your stuff and cleaning around you, although slower that everyone else.

It’s around 5 am when the last few start heading out the door. You get asked how you’re leaving. You lie and say you called an Uber, and you’ll just wait here for it.

You’re back on the couch as Mingyu closes the door after the last person leaves, awkwardly sitting while waiting for him.

Butterflies show up on your stomach when Mingyu appears on the hallway, walking straight to you with a smile on his face.

The atmosphere feels awkward as he sits beside you.  You want to say something, but your mind is blank. There’s really only one thing you can think about.

Mingyu opens his mouth to speak but you get up and sit on his lap, one leg on each side of his hips.

“So what’s with all that talk earlier?” Your hands position themselves on his shoulders almost like they’re meant to be there.

Mingyu’s shocked for a second before he focuses his eyes on your lips and licks his.

“C-Can we talk about what h-happened the other day first?” He mentally kicks himself for stuttering. But his words contradict his actions, his hands are around your waist keeping you in place, and his eyes don’t leave your lips, like he’s on a trance.

“What happened was…” You grab the side of his face and get close to his ear to whisper “You got horny because of me, and I helped you.” Slowly, you go back so you can see his blushed face. “Is that right?”

But blushing doesn’t prevent Mingyu from teasing you too. “Acting like you weren’t practically begging for me huh?” His hands slowly travel from your waist to your thighs.

“Says the one who actually begged to cum.” You try your luck and grind softly against his growing bulge and he squeezes your thighs, closing his eyes lightly.

“You liked it.”

“I did, yeah." Now your hands are on his very firm chest. Mingyu sighs as you grind on him again, a little harder this time. Your faces are so close you feel his breath fanning over you, and you can’t resist your eyes when they focus on his parted lips.

When he opens his eyes again there’s only one thing on his mind, the thing that has been plaguing him since you arrived so many hours ago.

“Can I kiss you?” Mingyu says softly, almost in a whisper.

“I thought you wanted to talk?” You grind on him, hard enough to feel his already hard bulge, and you feel how your panties get ruined by your arousal.

“You’re funny.”

“I get that a lot.” Mingyu’s hands go back to your waist to make you grind on him again, setting a pace that’s not fast but hard enough to create more friction between your cores.

Electricity flows between your bodies. You wrap your arms around Mingyu’s neck, your faces barely millimeters apart. His lips are still parted, just like yours, releasing little sighs that almost make your lips barely touch.

“Please.” He pleas in a whisper, and you swear a million butterflies explode in your stomach. You can’t resist it anymore. You can't resist him.

You connect your lips with his, and Mingyu reacts almost instinctively. He wraps his arms around your waist, almost as if to keep you from getting away. As if you ever could.

The feeling of his lips against yours is addictive. He’s kissing you like he wants to erase any trace of anyone who has ever kissed you, making your lips his, so needy and hungry for more.

He thrusts up, making you moan in his mouth, and takes the opportunity to meet his tongue with yours, deepening the kiss and making you more addicted to him. If that’s even possible.

Mingyu’s hands start roaming your body, traveling from your waist to your thighs, then up to your neck. Your skin burns everywhere he touches, and you want more. You want to feel him everywhere all at once.

Your hands play with the hem of his shirt. You lift it up just a little so you can touch his abs without fabric in the way. You feel him smile against your lips at your touch.

He breaks the kiss and you chase after his lips. When you open your eyes you find him smirking at you. His lips are swollen and he’s stained red all around because of your lipstick, you figure you look the same. “Eager are we?"

“Yes very in fact.” You grab the hem of his shirt again and push it up. “Take this off.”

He obliges, but not before laughing softly at your eagerness. You follow his moves and also remove your tiny top. You can’t move your eyes away from his bare chest, and your hands immediately touch him, but he stops you.

“This too.” His hands sneak behind your back to unclasp your bra.

As soon as the bra is off you push yourself against him and kiss him again. His hands are quickly on your tits, thumbs going in circles around your nipples.

“Ah! You’re making me crazy.” You manage to say almost in a moan.

The clothes in your lower bodies soon begin to annoy the both of you, the friction is no longer enough.

Reluctantly, you get up, now it’s his time to chase after your lips.

Mingyu understands immediately and also gets up. You remove your shorts while he gets rid of his jeans, and in no time, you're sitting on top of him again. Only your underwear in between you now.

You trace kisses down his neck, leaving marks so he has a reminder of you for a few days. His now fully hard dick presses against your clit just right. Your panties are so soaked they’re beginning to stain Mingyu’s boxers too.

He kisses you hard to quiet down both of your moans, as his hands sneaks down to your core and his fingers start stroking your pussy through your panties.

“You’re so wet already.”

“That’s because you’ve been teasing me for like 20 minutes.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No.” You roll your eyes playfully. “But if you don’t actually touch me in the next five seconds I’m going to lose my mind.”

He chuckles, and you think he’s about to kiss you again, but you’re starting to learn that Mingyu is a man full of surprises.

In a swift move, he turns your body around, your back now against his chest, and spreads your legs wide. One hand sneaks under your panties while the other plays with one of your boobs.

You quickly turn into a moaning mess as he starts circling around your clit and pinches your nipple. But it’s not enough. “Mingyuu.” It comes out more whiny than you’d like, but right now that’s the least of your worries.

“Tell me.” His finger slow down but also press harder. You squirm under him and he kisses your neck softly. “What do you want? Tell me.”

“I-I need your fingers.” Your words barely get out.

“But I am touching you” He feigns confusion. His fingers stroke from your hole to your clit, collecting your arousal and spreading it.

“Inside.” You grind on his fingers in hope of getting more friction, but he slips his hand away from you. You see his fingers glisten with arousal and feel a new wave gushing out of you. “Please.”

You don’t see, but rather feel Mingyu smile against your neck. “Whatever you want baby.”

His hand is back under your underwear in no time, playing with your hole and collecting your juices with his fingers. You grind against his hand as he slides two fingers in.

Not even your imagination could have prepared you. His thick fingers stretch you more than you ever could, and the slow but deep thrusts let you feel him in places your fingers could never reach. You can’t hold back the moans that comes out of you.

“Oh my God! Mingyu faster please!” You’re not ashamed to beg anymore.

His palm is creating friction on your clit while his other hand is still playing with your nipples, and he thrusts into you faster.

You pace your grinds to match his hand and you’re sure this is what heaven feels like. You feel the tightness in your stomach close to snapping.

“I’m so close!” You breathe out.

Mingyu slows down his thrusts and you’re about to complain when you feel him add a third finger. He’s stretching you deliciously, knuckles deep inside you. You can feel him everywhere.

“Cum on my fingers c’mon” He demands as he speeds up. His fingers reach the spongy spot inside you that makes you jelly and abuse it.

You’re cumming on his fingers faster than ever. Shaking on top of him as he thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, helping you ride out your orgasm.

When he finally pulls his fingers out of you, you’re still breathless. Mingyu surprises you again when he moves his slick covered fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

You remove your panties once and for all and turn around. You feel his still hard cock under you and he winces at the friction.

“That was really hot.” You state, and his whole face turns red.

“I’m not done with you.” In one swift movement, you have your back against the couch and your head on the armrest. “I really wanna eat you out.”

And who are you to stop such a determined man? You grab his face and kiss him hard, tasting your arousal in him. “Okay.”

He starts a trail of kisses on your thigh, slowly going down until he reaches your cunt, but skips it and starts kissing your other leg. You whine in response as you grab his head and put it back on your core. You feel his breath on your bare cunt and shiver.

He looks at you in the eyes and barely licks your lower lips. You sigh at the little contact. “Stop teasing.”

His hands open up your legs and he flattens his tongue on your lips, licking in up and down motions and kissing your clit.

When he experimentally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, you moan and instinctively close your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

With his head now trapped in between your thighs, his tongue licks you from your clit and to your hole, tasting and savoring your arousal like it’s his last meal.

He toys with your clit and your hands find themselves in his hair again, pushing him more against your cunt. He moans when you pull at his hair, sending vibrations straight to your core and you feel a wave of arousal gushing out of you and to his mouth.

His tongue teases your hole, stroking the tip in and out lightly. You push his head into you again and his nose bumps into your clit, taking a moan out of you.

“Feels so good" You grind against his tongue as it keeps teasing your hole and his nose stimulates your clit.

Your orgasm hits you hard and fast and you’re cumming on Mingyu’s mouth in no time. He keeps his mouth on you, licking every last drop of arousal that gushes out. You have to pull at his hair to make him stop.

When he lifts his head up from you, his chin is shiny with arousal and he’s smiling.

You waste no time and make him sit on the couch again, “Now it’s tour turn."

You kneel on the floor as you remove his boxers. Even after seeing him on video and feeling him under you, you were not prepared to see how big Mingyu actually was.

His cock springs out against his stomach, angry red and already leaking pre cum.

It barely fits in your hand, and he sighs at your touch. You give a few experimental pumps but he stops you.

“I don’t have much longer. Do you have a condom?”

“You wanna be inside me that bad?”

“Yes.” He responds quickly. You chuckle as you grab your purse. You find the one you put while getting ready and open it.

He squirms under your hands as you put it on him. As soon as the condom is on, he grabs you and gets you on top of him again. You both sigh as your cores touch.

You grind on him, covering his cock with your juices and you both moan as he traces your neck with bites and kisses.

“Looks who’s teasing now.”

“It’s fun seeing you frustrated.” You stop your movements and he looks at you frowning. You can’t resist his sudden cuteness and give him a peck as you resume grinding on him. His tip grazes your clit and you shiver.

“You’re making me crazy.” He breathes out and you can’t help to chuckle.

“Can you cum like this?”

“I want to cum inside you.” His whiny response takes you by surprise.

His hands grab you by the waist and lift you up. With one hand you grab his cock and position it under your hole.

You steady yourself putting your hands on the back of the couch and slowly start going down.

If you thought his fingers reached places no one ever has before, then you’re sure his dick is creating more space for you to feel him. You can feel every vein dragging inside of you.

You suppress your moans by kissing him and he sighs in your mouth when you bottom out.

You’re so full you’re having trouble breathing. He keeps you still, giving you time to adjust. Even the tiniest move makes him twitch inside of you.

“You’re so fucking big Mingyu.”

“I told you I would make it fit.” He wraps his arms around your waist and brings you to him to kiss you. You moan, feeling him grind inside you, and he stills.

You start grinding on him slowly. You’re sighing on each other’s mouths, savoring every drag of his dick inside of you, feeling him reach deeper with every thrust.

Your hands travel to his chest and start playing with his nipples. He thrusts up when you pinch one nipple lightly, hitting exactly where you need it and making you moan louder, so you do it again.

“Yes like that Mingyu.” That encourages to start thrusting up harder and matching your pace.

One of his hands creeps down to your cunt and start playing with your sensitive clit, still wet from his spit, and the other plays with one of your nipples.

You start clenching around him, eliciting a moan out him.

“You’re so tight around me baby.” He says almost in a moan. “I'm so close."

His thumb is still playing with your swollen clit, making you squirm and clench so hard it’s hard to keep grinding on him. You collapse on his chest and he embraces you as he fastens his moves.

He's thrusting so deep and hard, you're sure he's marking you as his. Ruining you for any other man,  spelling his name in your insides so you're forever his.

Your bodies are so close together that your clit is rubbing against his abs, a friction you've never experienced but it makes the tightness on your stomach come so close to snapping you can almost taste it.

A few hard thrusts later you’re coming undone on top of him. But his thrusts don’t stop, chasing his high while you’re clenching around him, making him go crazy. You’re staring to feel the overstimulation when you feel him twitch inside you, and his thrusts come to a stop.

You stay like that, your head on his shoulder and hos arms around your waist while you regulate your breaths. Your torsos pushed together allow you to feel the beating of his heart.

Mingyu relaxes his arms from around you and you release yourself from his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck and look him in the eye.

“So what did you want to talk about?” He chuckles at your question.

“I’m still inside you and you want to talk?” His reply sends shivers down your spine and you unconsciously clench around him. He drops his head back in a sigh and his hands find their way to your hips.

“Are you staying over?” Mingyu looks at you with puppy dog eyes, and even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say no to him. You just nod as an answer and he smiles like you just gave him a million dollars.

He surges forward to kiss you and you both wince at the stimulation from the sudden movement. “I think we should get up.” You chuckle with his mouth still on yours.

He helps you get up and you instantly miss the fullness of having him inside.

While you grab your clothes from the floor, he disposes of the condom and goes to his bedroom. He comes back with one of his shirt to hive to you. Your stomach give a little jump at the idea of sleeping with his t-shirt as he shows you where the bathroom is so you can clean up.

When you finish and go to Mingyu’s bedroom, he’s waiting for you already inside the covers, smile still plastered on his face. You sit on the bed and give him a peck, but he doesn’t let you go as he deepens the kiss and hugs you close to him.

“Mingyu the sun is about to come up we need to sleep.” You manage to say with his lips on yours and he smiles. You separate but neither of you make any moves to go to sleep. You lay facing each other, admiring each other’s features in silence, when he suddenly says.

“Can I confess something?” That definitely wakes you up.

“You’re not a murderer are you?” You joke and he shakes his head as he puts one string of your hair behind your ear.

“I know we didn’t really liked each other until a few days ago…" He says, now with a serious expression on his face, and you listen carefully. “and I’m not saying this just because you made me cum on the phone…” He continues very seriously but you can’t help to chuckle lightly. Mingyu removes his eyes from you a little embarrassed by what he’s about to say, “and I don’t know why you sent me that photo the other day and I might be embarrassing myself saying this but, I think I kinda like you and I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

You stay in silence a few seconds, processing what Mingyu just said. He doesn’t dare to look at you.

“Can I confess something too?” Your question makes him look at you again, with those puppy eyes you’re learning you’re too soft for. “I sent that picture by accident the other day.” He looks worried, fearing that what you’re saying means you’re rejecting him, so you quickly continue, “but I don’t regret it.” You see a little smile appear on his lips. “I think we were very stupid not talking all these years, we could’ve save a lot of time if you just showed me your monster cock before!” You can’t help to joke to lighten the serious mood and he laughs with you.

You grab his face and give him a little peck. “I think I might like you too, but we need to see how it goes first.”

He smile grows impossibly wider at your words. “Let me take you on a date tomorrow.”

You chuckle at his eagerness, he’s too cute for his own good. “Ok let’s go out tomorrow.”

He hugs you and brings you closer to him again, taking his time sweetly kissing you while his hands sneak under his shirt to touch your skin.

In a swift motion Mingyu traps you under him again, your back on the mattress and he presses against you to let you feel his already growing bulge. “Oh my god you’re insatiable.” You say as you grind against him, earning a moan out of him. “Look who’s talking.”

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note: thank you so much for the support on the first part♥︎ I'm sorry this ending is kind of abrupt

my asks are open if you want to talk

my favourite person | joshua hong

prompt | i'm not a lot of people's favourite person

word count | 1.3k

genre | angst & (mostly) fluff

author's note | ugh i haven't written a longer fic like this in a while, i've missed this

Joshua was that type of person who never wanted to bother you with his own problems. He cherished you and your happiness way too much, so what would be the point in sharing his own worries with you?

He was a big boy, he could take care of himself, no matter how much he wanted to find peace and comfort in your arms.

You knew something was wrong, despite him insisting he was fine. You knew him like the back of your hand and something has been clearly bothering him.

His bright smile was gone and even if he did smile, it didn’t reach his eyes, like it usually did. He didn’t share any funny stories from the practice room, he went to bed without giving you your mandatory good night kiss and you woke up to his side of the bed cold and empty.

“Joshua, you really have to tell me if anything is bothering you,” you said and squeezed his arm. “I’m here for you.”

But the only response you got was a small smile and a “I’m fine darling. Don’t worry about me,” which didn’t make the case any better.

You decided to let it go and wait for him to come around. Especially, because he had a company dinner soon, which you hoped would cheer him up a bit.

Perhaps a talk with Jeonghan or Seungcheol wouldn’t hurt as well.

Leaving with a quiet goodbye and a kiss to your forehead (like he always did before leaving), made you hopeful you were slowly getting your Shua back.

Some of the boys posted a couple of pictures of them together, before the party even began and Joshua was in every single one of them.

He seemed fairly happy, but you knew very well he could have been pretending.

Nonetheless, you decided to put your phone away, there was no point in dwelling on whether he was fine or not.

He wouldn’t be coming back to your apartment tonight anyways, he never did after big parties. He was always afraid that he’d make too much noise and wake you up, so he always went back to his own place after a night of drinking.

Settling down for the night, you unawarely stroked the pillow on your boyfriend’s side, where his head would usually be. He had never told you this, but his heart always skips anytime you run your fingers through his hair, as a warm feeling settles in his tummy.

He was always convinced that love was an emotion that he’d never be able to describe, but the genuine care in your eyes and the happiness in your smile could make him talk about love for hours.

“Fuck.”

You tiredly rubbed your eyes with your (Joshua’s) sweatshirt, trying to pick up where the sounds were coming from, while still being half asleep.

You stumbled out of bed, not so gently running into your dresser, while trying not to freak out over a thief who's probably robbing your apartment right now.

Finally, reaching the kitchen, you exhaled in relief as you saw that it was only your boyfriend, trying to take off his shoes.

But then you realised something. Why was he here? And then you realised something else.

He was definitely not sober.

Seeing your boyfriend drunk was nothing new, but seeing him wasted was something you thought you’d never get to see.

“Honey, are you okay?” you asked, quickly grabbing his hand to get his attention. You couldn't help thinking that something bad had happened, as his eyes were wide and he seemed almost… scared?

Shaking his head, he clumsily grabbed your other hand, putting them on his cheeks.

For a second you thought about calling Jeonghan. You’ve never seen your boyfriend in such a miserable state before and it was scaring you. The light in his eyes was gone and his beautiful face showed nothing but pain.

Nothing about this was good, but the worst was that you still had no idea what had happened.

As you got lost in your own thoughts, you felt something wet hitting your fingertips and that was when you realised Joshua was crying.

“Oh baby,” you whispered, as he collapsed into your arms. His sobs echoed through your quiet apartment, while his shoulder shook with every breath he took.

He held tightly onto you, almost as you were his lifeline - the only thing keeping him alive. Your own heart was breaking with every cry that he let out, the sound shattering any ounce of hope that you had that he’d be all right.

You lowered both of you to the ground, so you could sit in the dark curridor, illuminated only by the moonlight coming through the window.

Taking a shaky inhale, he put his head on your lap, while you gently stroked his head and placed small kisses on his forehead, to let him know that you were there with him.

“I’m not a lot of people’s favourite person.”

The not so comforting silence of your apartment was finally broken by your boyfriend, who seemed to have calmed down, even though he still struggled to take a deep breath.

“What did you say honey?” you said quietly, brushing his hair away from his face.

“I think I’m not a lot of people’s favourite person,” he repeated, slowly pushing himself up to seating.

You looked at his tired expression, wanting nothing more to take all of his burdens away from him.

He was usually very good at avoiding the hate he got online, but from time to time, it could really get to him. It was unavoidable, you both knew that, but sometimes he wanted nothing more but to talk to his fans and have a good time with them.

But because a lot of people want to harm him, his reputation and his feelings, it wasn’t easy to manoeuvre between the good and the bad comments.

It seemed like this time he stumbled upon some really nasty shit.

“Why do you say that? Where did it come from?” you asked rhetorically, voice laced with concern.

He didn’t respond, only put his head on your shoulder, putting all of his weight onto you.

Not wanting to dig deeper, you put your arms tightly around his shoulders, and placed one of your hands on his tear stained cheek.

“You know,” you muttered so as not to startle him. “You might not be a lot of people’s favourite person, but you’re definitely my favourite person,” you kissed the side of his head, as you felt more tears rolling down his cheek.

“I have no idea how you’re feeling right now, nor will I ever get to experience what you’re experiencing, but I want you to know that despite all those horrible people that want to cause nothing more but pain, there are thousands of people who love you and cherish you.”

“Take a look around you. You have me, you have your brothers and you have your true fans that want you to be happy,” you whispered into his hair.

“I think that’s more than enough,” he said quietly, lifting his head to look at you.

His eyes were red, but to you they were the happiest they’ve been in a while. Even the corners of his lips were slightly turned upwards, to which you couldn’t help but smile.

“You cannot make everyone happy, Shua. There are going to be people that’ll want to hurt you, but remember that you’re always surrounded by people that love you,” you said.

He turned away to wipe his wet cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed about his emotional outburst.

Usually, he’d go to his own apartment and cry himself to sleep, but tonight something made him come back home to you.

“Joshua,” you put your hand on his shoulder. “Next time, please talk to me before it gets that bad. I know that you don’t want to burden me with your worries, but I can't stand seeing you like this.”

“I love you so much, and I want us to go through the good and the bad together.”

He nodded and took your hand in his.

“Together.”

Giving wonwoo hickeys would change my life. Straddling that tiny waist, leaning down as you bury your face into his warm neck. You watch as he squirms against you when your eyelashes brush along his blushed skin.

“Hi,” you murmur smoothly into his ear, just to feel his breath hitch in that gorgeous chest of his.

"Hi," he responds and you selfishly have to kiss those plump lips before you get back to the task at hand. Ok, maybe you have to slide in a little tongue too. You're not perfect. You love feeling how he reacts beneath you, love to feel how those large hands grip deeply into your thighs when you suck his bottom lip into your mouth. You know it drives him wild, and you wiggle your hips in satisfaction against the tent growing in his jeans.

God, what a man. How he manages to make an outfit with no more than a white shirt and pants have you to the point of drooling all over him, you have no idea. But when he walked into the door of your apartment, you immediately had to shove him onto your couch, pull his zipper halfway down, and then throw your legs over his. He looks picturesque in the way you've strewn him about, hair ruffled and jeans sliding down just enough to show a hit of muscle that makes you feel unholy things.

All that can wait though, because the spot just behind his ear is calling to you. You press your mouth there first before losing control and taking the tiniest nip just to watch the color flood up from his chest to his cheeks. What a beautiful gradient.

"You make it too easy, you know?" You say, smiling down at him as he brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, still flushed that cherry red. "One little bite and your'e going to act like this?" He nods shockingly fast, tipping his glasses down his nose with the action. You press them back up with your own nose, winking as you turn back to where you were. No distractions this time.

The noises that leave him always make it worth it. You take no prisoners when you pull at his skin, leaving obscene pops in your wake. You alternate between bites and licks, sucking and nipping. Only once you find the spot that creates the most delicious moan do you stop journeying, pressing your hips tightly into his. Feeling the heat start to radiate further off of him. Tasting the salt off his skin. Letting him writhe against you as you smile into the bite.

You look beneath you to admire your work.

"You're so lucky that I make pretty hickeys," you tell him smugly. And it's true, but maybe it's just that everything suits him. Beautiful blooms in varying shades of red and purple litter the left side of his neck. He groans as he slaps a hand over it.

"Ugh, did you have to go asymmetrical? It's going to be impossible to cover the one behind my ear with a turtleneck...." You laugh as you finally finish pulling down his zipper.

"I know you can't be mad when I just heard how you were behaving." He flips you onto your back on the couch and lifts up your shirt, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

"Mine are going to be prettier than yours," is his only reply as he leans down to leave open mouthed kisses to your tits before he begins rival your bruises with his own.

"I love when you get competitive," you sigh dreamily.

Put my head between that arm and let me die happy 😩🥵🤤🫠 …….

not a virgin (h.v.c)

Vernon, a friend of your friend spills his spicy sex life and accidentally reveals to an entire group of near-strangers (including you) that he’s had sex one and a half times and that it was sick.

or the one where despite vernon not being a virgin, he is somehow more of a virgin than an actual virgin. 

ao3 | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT― 4.7k

PAIRING― vernon x afab reader

CONTENT― inexperienced vernon, playful reader, he’s super cringe and lame, mentions of minghao liking to get pegged, mentions of wonwoo believing that the clit doesn’t exist and spreading the info to vernon, the reader just wants to get vernon laid again (by her)

NOTE― he is a loser and I want him. this was written like, so fucking fast so if you see typos pls do not tell me, i’ll cry. also, sorry if the smut is bad. 

smut tags under cut:: 

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Summary: Vernon's got a crush on his tutor, and everything gets harder when you start wearing thigh high socks. Everything.

Rating: M (18+ MDNI) | Word Count: ~4.0k

Warnings: shy nerdy simp vernon, horny thoughts, fingering, clit stim, oral f. rec., intercrural sex, cum eating

Reader Notes: confident, implied to be thicc, has a vagina

Vernon sits across from you on your bed, notes spread out around him and laptop resting on his knees. You haven’t been studying long, maybe twenty minutes, but Vernon just can’t focus. 

It’s not his fault though! How is he supposed to care about anaerobic respiration when you’re two feet away and dressed like this?

Your thumb swipes absently over your lip, and Vernon battles to hold in the sigh. He’s used to being affected by you, has always thought you were beautiful and hot and sexy and a walking wet dream, but now you’re wearing thigh high socks, and Vernon thinks his heart might give out from how hard it’s been pounding since you opened the door. 

You’re dressed normally otherwise, a big tshirt and your favorite lounge shorts, and he’s trying not to let his eyes wander but it’s just so difficult when your legs are right there, covered in soft white fabric, each curve and bend highlighted. And fuck, the way the elastic band pinches your thighs a bit has him salivating. 

Vernon bets you’d feel so good under his hands, so soft and smooth and warm, and he can imagine the way your plush flesh would give under his touch, thinks about slipping a finger under the band and pulling, making it snap against your skin, watching your thigh jiggle with the force. 

He knows he’ll dream tonight of slowly rolling them down your legs, of rubbing the indent where the band nipped into your flesh, of tracing the lines the seams left in your skin with his tongue. 

He wonders if you’d let him, if you’d want him to put his hands on you, slide his palms from your ankles to your knees to your thighs, if you’d let him kiss his way down and slowly guide the socks back up, if you’d let him push your legs apart and fill the space with his head, let him breathe you in and lick you open, let him taste you, let him know you, let him break you. 

And fuck, Vernon wishes he wasn’t thinking about you like this, knows he’s lucky you’re nice enough to help him with Bio, knows he can’t afford to fuck this up considering how much help he actually needs, but he can’t stop thinking about your legs in these socks. 

He’s pretty sure you don’t even know, too wrapped up in your own studying to notice how his eyes are glued to you, and when you change positions for the 15th time, he has to close his eyes to escape the image of you stretching your legs out straight and pointing your toes. 

When he blinks his eyes open again, you’re sitting on your knees, your thighs flattened with the pressure, and now the band is tight on your skin, creating two perfect divots that leave just enough space for his hand. 

His gaze is locked on you, his eyes half-lidded and heavy, and he’s trying not to imagine tackling you onto the bed, pulling your little shorts to the side and sliding his fingers between your thighs, when you say his name.

He has to pull his laptop closer to hide the way his cock is starting to press against his jeans, looks up at you with wide eyes and what he hopes is an innocent expression, hoping beyond all hope that you have no idea what’s been running through his mind. 

You ask him about lactic acid fermentation, and he digs through his brain to find the answer, feels some tension leave his shoulders when you smile, feels his dick get just a bit harder when you tell him good job, and resigns himself to a very uncomfortable study session. 

You’re wearing them again. The thigh highs. 

Vernon doesn’t know what to do with himself. It was difficult enough that first time, and now he has to deal with it knowing what he did when he went home, and what he’s been dreaming about ever since. 

You readjust on the bed next to him, your thighs spreading as you cross your legs, and the way your flesh dips beneath the band makes his heart race. 

Fuck, Vernon wants you. He wants to slide his hands up your legs, pull your shorts to the side and trace his fingers up and down your panties until they grow damp, slip his fingertips underneath and smear your wetness over your slit. 

He wants to sink inside your soaking heat, push in until his hips meet yours and stay there, rooted deep inside you until your throbbing walls send him over the edge. 

Last night, he’d dreamed about filling you up with his cum, pushing down on your stomach until it flooded out then fucking it back into you with his fingers, and it’s like he can still hear your moans ringing in his ears, still feel your cunt pulsing around him, even as he sits here on your bed. 

You’ve never distracted Vernon this badly before and he can barely focus on the textbook in front of him, barely keep his eyes on the words and off your thighs, barely hear anything you’re saying as you explain sodium potassium pumps to him for the third time. 

Vernon feels bad, honestly, thinking about you like this when you’re just trying to help him, just trying to make sure he passes biology, but he truly can’t help it. 

He’d tried to stay focused when he first got here, but you’d led him to your room, climbed up on your bed, and turned to look at him with those inquisitive eyes, and that was it for him. He was gone before he even opened up his textbook. 

Even worse, he thinks you might know. 

You’ve been looking at him more, from under your lashes and head on, and Vernon tries not to squirm every time, hopes your eyes don’t stray downward and see the hardness he’s been trying to hide, hopes you don’t see the heated desire in his eyes, hopes you don’t see all the things he wants with you. 

It would be one thing if he just wanted to fuck you - embarrassing but something he could overcome. Unfortunately, he wants to date you too. 

You’re just so smart, and kind, and pretty, and hot, and you’re so nice to him, so encouraging, always explaining things when he doesn’t get them, trying different methods until he understands. 

No one’s ever believed in him like this, or been so careful with him, or tried so hard to help him, but it’s not just that. 

There’s something about you, something intriguing, captivating, about you that makes him want to know everything, from what brand shampoo you like to your greatest fears and dreams. 

Vernon almost dreads the end of the semester, because it means he won’t have a reason to come over every week and he’ll see you less and less, and eventually you’ll forget about him, forget he ever existed to you, forget he even exists at all. 

He feels a hand on his knee, your hand, and it draws him out of his wallowing, reminds him that he is here for a reason other than thinking about you, and he looks up to find you gazing at him with concern. 

“You okay, Vernon?” you ask gently, squeezing his knee and leaning in to meet his eyes. 

He blinks the blurriness away and nods, forcing a smile before looking back down to his book and trying to decipher the diagram on the page. You don’t look away though, or remove your hand, and he glances back up to find you staring at him pensively. 

You keep staring at him, and slide your hand up an inch. 

He holds your gaze, and your palm shifts another two inches. 

His breath hiccups in his chest when you raise an eyebrow and squeeze at his flesh, and he thinks he knows what you mean but he doesn’t dare hope. 

“Are you… what… um, I uh-” Vernon stutters, his eyes wide and his heart pounding. 

“Is it the socks?” You ask teasingly, your hand gliding higher on his leg. 

Vernon blanches, an embarrassed grimace drawing his lips down as his thigh tenses under your hand, entirely unprepared for whatever you’re about to say. 

“I thought you’d like them. I’m glad it worked,” you say with a wicked smile, your eyes flicking down to the tent in his jeans and your hand moving higher. 

You thought… he’d like them.

You’re glad it worked. 

“You’re glad what worked?” Vernon has never sounded or felt dumber in his life, but he really needs you to spell it out for him before he lets his mind run wild. 

“Vernon, you like me, right?” He’s not sure whether to tell the truth or not, but he doesn’t think you’re the kind of person who would get him to confess just so you could turn him down, so he responds apologetically, “So much, I like you so much.”

But you smile, beam really, and say, “I like you too. I thought you liked me but you never made a move, so I tried the socks.”

You like him. You like him. You like him. So you tried the-

“How did you know the socks would work?” He asks, astonishment clear in his voice. 

You grin at him indulgently, in an, ‘oh sweetie,’ way, and Vernon’s heart drops into his stomach. 

“Vernon, babe, you’ve been pretty obvious about having a thing for my thighs. Why do you think I change how I’m sitting so often?”

... 

WHAT.

“I just thought you couldn’t get comfortable!” He hisses, scandalized.

“No, I liked the dreamy look you got whenever I moved,” you laugh, tapping your fingers on his thigh and inching closer. 

“So you’ve been… seducing me?” 

“Yep!” You grin proudly, squeezing the flesh under your hand, “Is it working?” 

“Is it working? Is it working? Look at me!” Vernon gestures downward where his cock strains against the zipper of his jeans, swollen and rock hard. 

“Oh trust me, Vernon, I’m looking, just like you have been,” you unfold your legs and shift to sit up on your knees, your legs spread slightly. 

He attempts to drag his eyes away from your thighs to meet your gaze, but they keep flickering downward as your legs open wider and wider. 

“You can look, you know,” you offer quietly, “and touch.”

Your hand leaves his thigh to take hold of his own, pulling it closer to you slowly and placing his fingertips on your cloth covered knee. 

You’re warm, so warm, just like he thought you’d be, and when you release his hand he slides it up up up to rub his thumb over the band at the top of your socks. 

He traces the seam where fabric meets skin and exhales slowly, feeling your soft flesh give under his fingers and dipping them beneath the elastic, pulling it away from your leg and letting it snap back gently. Your thigh ripples, just like he envisioned, and he can feel his dick throb in his jeans, droplets of precum leaking from the head and soaking into his boxers. All of the ideas he’d had before come rushing into his mind, and he wonders if you’d be down for any of them. You did say he could touch you so…

“What kind of touching can I do?” He asks tentatively, thumbing the band and resisting the urge to make it snap again. 

You smirk and pull his hand higher, until his fingertips brush the hem of your shorts. 

“Whatever kind you want, I’ll stop you if I don’t like it.”

That might give him too much freedom, but he’ll try to use it wisely. 

Starting with tugging your little shorts to the side and sliding his fingers along the seat of your panties. 

They’re wet, fuck, you’re wet, and Vernon groans, sits up on his knees and shuffles closer to you, presses harder and feels your slit parting under his fingertips. 

You’re so warm, warmer than he thought you’d be, and so fucking perfect, your lips opening to release soft sighs and your hand rising to cup his neck. 

He leans in to kiss you just as his fingertips push at your entrance through the panties, swallowing the moan you let out when you feel his digits sink inside as far as the soaked fabric allows. Responding with a raspy groan, he drags his fingers up the slick cloth and swirls them over where he’s mostly sure your clit is, delighting in the gasp that escapes you. 

Vernon cups your pussy with his hand, pressing until he can feel your clit start to throb under the pressure, digging his fingertips into your slit and sinking them into your entrance again. 

He rocks his hand against you and you rock with it, moving your hips to his rhythm and moaning into his mouth when he digs his fingertips into your entrance. Sucking your tongue into his mouth, he pushes your panties aside and touches you bare for the first time, whimpering at bit at the molten heat he finds. You’re so much warmer and wetter than he could feel through the fabric and already he knows he’d do anything to feel you like this again. 

Vernon wants to make the most of it while he can, so he glides his middle finger over your clit before sinking it inside you, your walls fluttering around the digit and sucking it in deeper. 

You buck your hips into his touch, breathe his name, and he’s never heard a sweeter sound in his life, never felt anything as soft as you before, never wanted anything or anyone as much as he wants you right now. 

Vernon almost feels wild with it, shuffling closer and raising his other hand to your face, tugging your jaw down with a thumb and slipping his tongue into your mouth, his finger moving faster and harder inside you, slowing down only when you break away to gasp, “Another, Vernon, another, please.” 

Nodding, he adds his ring finger on the next stroke, curling them inside you with every thrust, spreading them apart and stretching you open. He fucks you with two fingers until he feels your walls loosen enough to welcome a third, pushes his pointer finger in too and hooks all three into your g-spot, rubbing back and forth and grinning against your lips when your hips jerk into his hand and your cunt tightens around his fingers. 

“There?” he asks, curling into the same spot again and again, feeling your wetness start to seep out and drip down his wrist. 

“Yes, Vernon, there, yes yes yes,” you moan, your head tilting back, and he leans down to suck kisses into your neck, licking and biting his way down to your collarbones and dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin. 

His cock jumps when you clench around his fingers and whimper, “‘m close, Vern, I just- I need-,” the breath stutters in your lungs before you can finish, but Vernon thinks he knows what you meant and rubs your clit with his thumb, experimenting with different patterns and pressure until you yelp and clamp down, your nails digging into the back of his neck. 

Vernon’s obsessed with how you sound and how you feel and how you smell, and as you cum, your wetness floods his hand and he wonders how you taste. 

He works you through it, keeps his fingers curled inside you and his thumb on your clit until your walls stop squeezing him so damn tight and he can pull them out. 

Your thighs are still juddering, the muscles tensing and shifting beneath the elastic band and, fuck, Vernon wants them around his head. 

But he also wants them under his hands, and he’s been dreaming of getting you on your back on this mattress since he met you, so he brings his hand out of your panties and sucks your taste off his fingers before pressing his hands to your shoulders and tipping you back. 

You go willingly, your eyes half lidded and your lips open as you try to steady your breath, your thighs spreading automatically. 

You look so pretty like this, t-shirt hanging off one shoulder and riding up your belly, little lounge shorts skewed, socks pinching your thighs, and Vernon realizes he can touch you like he wanted, like he couldn’t stop picturing last week. 

His hands nearly shake as he sets them on your ankles and slowly slides them up the length of your legs, the soft friction of the socks under his palms weirdly pleasing. 

Your thighs part wider as his hands rise higher, his fingers digging in so he can feel the give of your flesh under the fabric, one dipping into the elastic band and snapping it against you so he can watch your thigh jiggle again. 

You smile knowingly with just a touch of smugness and Vernon blushes, pinches your hip in retribution but grins back and starts working your shorts and underwear down. You lift your hips to help and Vernon gets distracted by the strain of your thigh muscles, but refocuses when your pussy comes into view. 

Fuck, you’re drenched, and so fucking pretty, and there’s literally nothing stopping Vernon from diving in like he wants to, so he does. 

He sinks to his stomach and tugs your legs over his shoulders, spreads you open with his thumbs, traces them up and down your slit and pinches your clit between them, just a bit, before licking into you. 

Tasting you like this is so much better than licking you off his fingers, and he lavs over your clit once, shoving his tongue inside you and nearly whining at the feeling of your pulsating walls on his taste buds. You do whine, and buck your hips into his face, your cotton clad thighs closing over his ears and Vernon loves it, loves being surrounded by you, his hearing muted and his vision blurred, swears and your name the only things occupying his mind. 

His dick is throbbing, spitting precum into his boxers, twitching against the fabric, and he grinds his hips into the bed as he holds yours down. You’re starting to tighten and throb and more of your wetness coats his chin, making him groan and grind his hips into the bed. 

Vernon knows he could cum like this but he doesn’t care, can’t think about anything other than making you cum again, so he shifts one thumb up to press your clit down and fucks you with his tongue, firming the muscle and sliding it in and out of you until you shatter with a cry of his name. 

He almost feels like he’s cumming too, his abs clenching and his dick jumping in time with the contracting of your walls, his brain fuzzy with the taste of you and his hearing muffled by your sock covered thighs. He wouldn’t even care if he didn’t cum today, just getting to do this to you is already the highlight of his year. 

You disagree, pulling him up to you by the hair and dragging him into a kiss, sighing at the taste of yourself and trailing your hand down his stomach to land on the waistband of his jeans. 

“How do you want me to make you cum?” you pant against his lips, your palm pressing into his hard cock and your legs coming up to wrap around his waist. 

“Umm,” Vernon stalls, unsure if he should actually say it or not.

“Don’t be shy, I know you have ideas,” you grin teasingly, slowly unbuttoning his jeans. 

He clenches his eyes shut and asks the universe for courage as he breathes out, “I wanna fuck your thighs, please, can I?” 

Your hand stills on the zipper and he opens his eyes to find your lashes fluttering and your lips dropping open as you suck in a gasp. 

“Do you want me like this or on my stomach?” you whisper, growing smaller before his very eyes. 

Vernon’s not sure what made you so shy suddenly but it’s kind of cute, and he whispers back, “Like this,” as he unwinds your legs from his waist and pushes them up until your knees nearly meet your collarbones. He pulls your calves over his shoulders and runs his hands over your sock covered legs, luxuriating in the feel of you under his hands, and pushes his cock between your thighs. 

You’re still so wet, but not wet enough, and he doesn’t want to hurt you with the friction. He’s about to ask if you have any lube when you tug your legs down and twist to pull something out of your nightstand. He sees a flash of hot pinks and blacks and purples, his eyes growing wide with the possibilities and his mind spinning until you hold the bottle out to him. 

Taking it from you, Vernon coats his cock and sets it aside, pushing your legs to your chest and bracing his palms on the backs of your knees. Your thighs look so delicious like this, and he can’t resist leaning down to nip at the exposed skin before sliding his cock between them. 

He can feel the heat of your pussy on the underside of his dick and the drag of the cotton on the top and his eyes shutter closed at the pleasure that immediately washes over him. He forces them open, desperate to see you like this, like he’s imagined and dreamed about, and fuck you’re even better than he could have ever hoped. 

You bounce with each thrust, hands twisted in the pillow beneath your head, plush lips still glistening with your own wetness, eyes half lidded and hazy. You’re so perfect, so sweet, so beautiful beneath him, and already he’s close. 

He doesn’t want it to end yet, doesn’t want to lose this yet, lose you, but he can’t hold it off, not when the head of his dick bumps against your tummy and smears precum on your skin with every buck of his hips, not when you smirk and start clenching your thigh muscles around him, not when you moan, “Vernon, cum, I want you to cum,” and wiggle a hand down to smooth your fingers over the length of his cock every time it emerges from between your thighs. 

It’s all too much, you’re too much, and he can feel his balls drawing up and getting heavier, his dick getting harder and hotter against your skin, and when you whine, “Cum on me, please, Vern,” he breaks. 

His vision fuzzes out and his ears start ringing, his mouth open as he moans your name between gasps for breath and buckles over you, effectively folding you in half while his dick spits white hot cum all over your stomach and the tops of your thighs. 

Vernon’s sure it’s seeping into your socks, sure it’s dripping down your stomach onto your pussy, and he loves it, he loves it all, heck, he loves you, but that’s not important right now. 

What’s important is that he just had the best orgasm of his life with the person he’s had a crush on for months, and he wonders how his life could possibly get any better than this. 

Until you use the strength of your thighs to push him away, scooping some of his cum up with two fingers and sliding them into your mouth, humming at the taste before saying, “So, you’re my boyfriend now, right?” 

AN: got an ask from an anon hoping that i would continue this so i did! requests are closed for now as i catch up, and for anyone wondering, i don't really work in order of reception. I try but sometimes one thing is easier to write than another so i just go with whatever feels like flowing!

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