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switch yunho x f!reader? 😁

𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ✩ 𝗃.𝗒𝗁 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

plot - yunho has a problem, and to solve it, he needs to lose his virginity—to you.

genre + warnings - switch!yunho, switch!reader, non!idol au, college au, vanilla sex, aphrodisiacs used, humping, masturbation, oral, fingering (f receiving), handjob, blowjob, praising, light choking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, if i missed anything lmk!

wc - 4.3k (?)

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna

a/n - I JUST REALIZED MY TUMBLR GLITCHED WHEN I POSTED THIS? i missed an entire part, oh my god.

“dude, hongjoong just have me these weirdo blue cookies.” mingi shoved yunho the box.

“what the hell? i’d expect that type of shit from wooyoung, not joong.” yunho laughed as he plopped onto the couch. mingi walked over and sat down next to him, handing him the box.

“apparently they’re cookies that make you super horny. i don’t get why hongjoong needed them though since he’s…not dating anyone. and he doesn’t even have anyone to hookup with. i guess delusion is what keeps him going.” mingi chuckles to himself as he leans back.

“cookies that make you horny… like aphrodisiacs? dudee, we should put some of these in yeosang’s lunch box tomorrow. he’s gonna need them for his girlfriend!”

“does his girlfriend even know what he looks like without clothes on?” mingi raised an eyebrow.

“i dunno, but he needs them.” yunho sat the box of cookies on the coffee table and groaned loudly, leaning back on the couch so much he almost slid off.

“i’m so bored, there’s nothing to do.”

“well, i have something to do.” mingi cackled quietly. “this girl in my math class invited me over to study for a test we have tomorrow and i already know we’re gonna hookup. i’m bringing three condoms just in case.”

“why the hell do you need three condoms if you’re only going one round?” yunho asked him. he was so innocent.

“who goes only one round? i’m not surprised you’re not familiar with stuff like that since you are a virgin. there’s not one girl in this school who’s willing to get laid by you.”

“i—i don’t wanna have sex with a random person! that’s a you thing, mingi. not a me thing.” yunho sighed.

“im just saying!” mingi stood. “why don’t you call your tutor over? what’s her name…y/n? you have a fat crush on her, invite her over and you’ll be fine.”

“if i invite her over here, she’s gonna force me to do work and i’m not in the working mood right now. i wanna lay down and binge watch cringey reality tv shows.” yunho rolled his eyes. mingi shrugs and turns around, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

“well, if you do change your mind and invite her over, don’t do it on my bed. i just washed my sheets and i don’t want there to be cum stains or whatever.”

“dude, shut up!” yunho through a balled up piece of paper at him. mingi stuck his tongue out then left the dorm, leaving yunho alone.

he stares at the cookie box on the table and ponders. the box looked really beaten up and old, and when he shook it, it didn’t sound like there were many inside of the box. maybe mingi was playing a prank on him or something. yunho thought aphrodisiacs expired in 2010, but he was clearly wrong.

he picks up the box of cookies and opens it. the cookies were blue, not surprising. they did seem a title hard, but he didn’t know if it was because of the aphrodisiacs or if it was because the cookies were old. there wasn’t even an expiration date on the box.

“blue cookies…” yunho repeated to himself as if he didn’t believe it. “blue cookies that make you horny. he must be joking.”

so, out of curiosity, yunho digs his hand inside and takes out six cookies. he sits the box back on the cookie table and looks at the cookies in his hand. they did look delicious, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s eaten something stale or expired. plus, he was craving cookies.

without hesitation, yunho eats the cookies one by one. he couldn’t tell if the aphrodisiacs had done something to him or not. he felt fine, and his body temperature remained normal. yunho chuckled to himself and shook his head, standing up and walking to his bedroom. he really just ate cheap cookies that hongjoong gave him and mingi. he knew it was too good to be true.

yh: hey hongjoong, whered you get those blue cookies from they were good

hj: blue cookies? idk what you’re talking abt

yh: mingi said you gave him horny blue cookies? dude he told me earlier

hj: huuhhhh

hj: OHHHHH THOSE COOKIES

yh: YEAH THOSE COOKIES whered you get them from they were good

hj: … you ate them?

yh: they’re cookies, wtf am i supposed to do

hj: yunho those are aphrodisiac cookies they’re gonna make u hard as hell for hours

yh: mingi told me that too but i’m fine

hj: dude omg these cookies are different, u don’t feel it right away how many did you eat

yh: like 5 or 6

hj: i’m gonna fucking kill tou

yh: YOU CANT EVEN SPELL HOW ARE YOU GONNA KILL ME

hj: YOU WERE ONLY SUPPOSED TO EAT ONE, ONE IS ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU HORNY AS HELL OH MY GOD

yh: ohhh

yh: did i do a bad

hj: i’m gonna hurt you

yh: so basically what ur saying is i’m fine

hj: what i’m saying is you need to find someone to fuck, otherwise ur gonna be horny for days dude and that’s not good

yh: who the hell am i gonna fuck?? i’m a virgin im sure nobody wants me

yh: hongjoong?

yh: OH MY GOD ANSWER YOUR PHONE

yunho sighed to himself and threw his phone. he was starting to feel the effects of the aphrodisiac and knew he was in trouble. not only that, but he called you and asked if you come come over to help him study. he couldn’t study while being rock hard, he’d be distracted. that, and he’d be sneaking glances down your shirt whenever he could.

“fuck fuck fuck,” he mumbled to himself and stands up, walking to the corner he threw his phone in and picking it up. 5:50. he knew mingi would be gone for a long time, and you were coming in ten minutes. he had time.

yunho kept checking the time while he walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and pulling down his pants and boxers. he shuddered just from the fabric sliding off his cock. he was that sensitive.

now he needed something to think about. he could’ve just jerked off and came right away, considering how sensitive he was, but he preferred thinking about something that would normally get him turned on. so, he thought about you.

yunho closed his eyes, wrapping his hand around his cock and flinching at the feeling. he couldn’t even stand the feel of his own hand without feeling the urge to cum. he knew it was going to be a long night.

he brings his hand up to his tip. he runs his thumb across the tip, leaning forward slightly and cursing under his breath. he needed more. his hand obviously felt good, but not good enough. he looks around the bathroom for anything that could help him, and sees his towel hanging on the shower rod.

yunho grabs it then leaves his bathroom. he shuffles back over to his bed and places the towel down, getting on top and aligning his hips. he places a pillow in front of him and lays down it, beginning to push and pull his hips like a mad man.

his fingers desperately gripped the bed sheets for some sort of support as he tried relieving himself. he already felt himself wanting to cum onto the towel, and all he was doing was thinking of you.

from your pretty eyes to your chest, where’d he’s sneak glances down your shirt from time to time. he’s always wondered what it would be like to just touch you. it didn’t matter in what way, he just needed his skin to be in contact with yours. your skin was so soft, and you always smelled like really expensive perfume. your smell was infecting him and he had no complaints.

“please, oh fuck, please…” he whines into the pillow in front of him, gripping the bed sheets the tightest he possibly could. he felt himself beginning to burst already, all he needed were a few more thrusts and he’d be good to go.

and he was right. a few more thrusts. a few more thrusts caused yunho to explode on the towel, his cum splattering onto it as he mewled into the pillow. his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. he needed that, but yet, he still needed more. he still felt hot.

so, he had no other choice but to force himself back down onto the pillow and continue thrusting. he obviously couldn’t ignore the overstimulation he felt, but he was willing to go through anything just to get rid of this feeling. as good as it made him feel, it was painful. the entire time, he was wondering how you would touch him. he couldn’t lie. he’s fantasized about you two doing intimate things a lot. so much so, sometimes he wouldn’t be able to focus during some tutoring session.

would you have palmed him through his pants? god, he could see you doing it. moving your soft, gentle hands over his bulge, rubbing your thumb over the wet spot in his boxers from his pre-cum. using your fingers to hold his cock and stroke his cock roughly. he could’ve came from these thoughts alone.

what if you had taken off your shirt in front of him? unbuttoning your favorite button up and letting him fondle your breasts. every glance he snuck down your shirt made him want you even more each time. your breasts were so pretty to him. he wanted to suck on them just once. he wished somebody you’d be in his bed, your hand in his pants or the other way around. god, he didn’t know if he wanted to pin you down, or if he wanted you to pin him down.

yunho came a good two more times before you arrived in front of his dorm room. he immediately jumps up, pulling his boxers and shorts up then sprinting to the door. but he needed to calm himself down. his face had sex splattered all over it, or he had the face of someone who had just eaten two jars of aphrodisiac cookies. speaking of the cookies, he may or may not have eaten two more just for the fun of it.

and in the heat of the moment.

there weren’t any words to describe the feeling he had. he was so sensitive, he could barely move but he tried his hardest. he opens the door and looks you up and down, not realizing he licked his lips at the sight of you.

“um, okay? i guess that’s a nice way to greet me.” you nod and walk past him, placing your backpack on the couch then sitting down next to it.

“i didn’t bring anything because i know you have some old worksheets somewhere. and you still have a computer,” you point at the one on the tv stand. “so we can use your computer instead of me going back to my dorm to get mine!”

“i’m, um,” yunho was definitely listening to you, but everything was registering to him slowly. “uh, uh, yeah! yeah,”

“you good? you’re sweating a whole lot and-“

“i’m fine! could never be better! you want a water? i’ll get you a water, you look thirsty! and uh, uh, i’ll get you an orange. we have oranges! you want an orange?”

“yunho, it’s fine. i brought my own-“

“i’ll get you an orange!” and with that, he rushes to the kitchen. he waits for you to avert your attention away from him before he rushes into the pantry. judging his behavior, something was wrong with him. you pat your hands on your knees and bite your lip. it shouldn’t take this long to get a drink.

when looking around the looking room, you notice a box on the ground. you stand and walk over to it, picking it up and looking inside of it. the box had a few cookies in it. you wanted to eat one but wanted to ask yunho. but before you even had the chance to do that, you saw the name on the box and heard a noise from the pantry.

“aphrodisiac cookies…” you mumble to yourself then whip your head toward the pantry. those weren’t just random noises, those were moans. you facepalmed.

“is he really jerking off in the pantry…” you shake your head and drop the box of cookies, walking into yunho’s kitchen and opening the door to the pantry. you couldn’t have been any more correct. he was leaning against the wall, pants down to knees and his hand wrapped around his cock. he was too caught up to realize you were standing right there.

“jeong yunho!” you yelled his name, causing him to jump and look at you. “how many of those fucking cookies did you eat?”

“i-i—look, i didn’t know those cookies were gonna make me horny! i-i thought they were regular cookies! if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame hongjoong!—“

“that’s not what i asked you. i asked you how many cookies you’ve had.” you squint your eyes.

“i-i had like—six or eight? i don’t know, i can’t remember, i feel like i’m gonna burst. y/n please help, everything hurts—“

“i…” you groan and pull him out of the pantry. he rushed to pull his shorts up as you dragged him toward his room, though he didn’t have to since they were gonna be off in the next few minutes.

“you really have me sucking you off because you ate some damn drug cookies.” you scratch your head and push him onto the bed.

“stop talking and do something, please,” he begs. your eyes trail down his body and make it to his cock. one thing was for sure, he was big. “fuck, did you always smell this good? you smell really good.”

“i didn’t even put on perfume today, what are you smelling?” you say as your hand moves against his cock softly, fingers poking his tip. his entire body tensed from the feeling.

“i smell everything. y/n, stop teasing me and do something, i feel like i’m gonna die! i could die! i-i could die if we don’t do anything!”

“jeong yunho, i will leave you in this bedroom with blue balls if you don’t shut up.” you stare him dead in the eyes and immediately curl your fingers around his cock. yunho lurched forward and moaned loudly, thighs shaking and his lips trembling.

“fuck fuck fuck, i’m gonna-“ he came all over your hand. you backed up a bit since you didn’t want any to get on your shirt.

“yunho, i didn’t even move my hand yet.” you sigh and take your hand off of him, bringing it up to your mouth and licking the cum off of it. “i assume that’s all you needed, right?—“

“that’s not even the only time i’ve cum, please. i really can’t- i just- please let me feel you.” he reached his hand out and grabs your wrist, pulling you closer and making you straddle him. he wraps his arms around your waist and begins kissing you all over your neck and chest.

“yunho, calm down-“

“cant, i need you, please…” he dug his nails into your shirt, whimpering quietly with each kiss he gave you.

“okay yunho, okay. what do you want me to do? or, what do you wanna do to me?”

without saying a word, he turns around on the bed and throws you down. his hands ran all over your body. god, he couldn’t get over how soft your skin was. he was so obsessed with you in the best way possible. his hands move underneath your shirt and he starts fondling your breasts, his thumbs pressing down on your nipples.

you held onto his wrist for a few moments until he went down your body and started unbuckling your jeans. once down, he pulls them down and throws them elsewhere before diving in between your legs. he didn’t bother taking your underwear off. he pushed them to the side and dove in, lips attached to your clit.

“holy fu—“ a tingling sensation coursed through your body. yunho made sure to look up a few times to catch your expression change. this was way better than what he’s been thinking about.

“y-yunho, slow down! f-fuck, i’m not going—oh my god,” you couldn’t even form a full sentence. having him stick his tongue between your folds made you spill incoherent words out of your mouth. he had you wondering how many other women he’s been with to be this good. but, it couldn’t have been many women? you could’ve sworn he was a virgin? unless he was lying.

“please, yunho please,” you begged, hands tangled in his hair. “fuck, i’m gonna cum…”

“please do it.” he mumbles against your clit. the pleasure had become too much and you literally exploded on his face, back arching off of the sheets with your face scrunching from the power of your orgasm. but even after cumming, he still needed more from you.

he throws your legs over his shoulders and locks his arms around them, attempting to hold you still while he continued eating you out. he just never caught a break. you were sensitive after your orgasm and knew he was going to overstimulate the hell out of you. you pushed his head back and stared at him for a moment. just looking into his eyes, you could tell he was desperate.

“how…fuck,” you had to catch your breath before speaking. “how many girls did you have to sleep with for you to be able to do that…”

“none.” he said quickly, bringing his hand up and sticking two fingers inside of you without warning. your body jolted and you looked down at his fingers, moaning softly due to the feeling. “can you squirt? i wanna see if you can squirt.”

“y-yunho, wait—“ your thighs begin to shake as yunho hums against your thigh, fingers moving at an accelerated pace. he wanted to make you cum, he wanted you to cum on his fingers so he knew he was doing a good job. yunho could tell you were close because of your moans growing louder and louder.

“f-faster, please!” you cry out. he did so without hesitation, curling his fingers to press on your g-spot. just by that one action, the knot in your stomach begins to unravel. you feel yourself beat up as your thighs clench around his face, trapping him between them as a large amount of liquid left your body. he helped you through your orgasm by moving his fingers faster, his free hand on your stomach to feel you.

once you came down from your high, he took his fingers out of you and sucked on them. he crawls up and kissed you, littering your face and neck with kisses. while he wasn’t looking, you use your hand to grab his cock, gently rubbing his tip and watching his face contort in pleasure.

“y/n, y/n wait…” he whined, falling back on the bed and grabbing a pillow. he wraps his arms around it and hugs it. his pretty moans mixed with the slick, wet sounds coming from him rang in your ears. and you couldn’t get enough of it. it only encouraged you to move your hand faster. you smile and get on top of him, now using both hands.

“p-please, let me inside.” his hips were between your legs when you straddled him, his erection rubbing against your heat. you needed a few seconds to calm your body down before realizing what he meant.

“uh uh, my turn.” you hold onto his shoulders and use every muscle in your body to flip him over. he was on his back and you were on top of him.

“let me suck you off, then i’ll let you in.”

“please, fuck, i can’t wait any longer just-“

you put a finger to his lips. he shuts up immediately and watched as you go down his body, leaving kisses wherever you could. once his cock was right in front of your face, you couldn’t help but give it a small lick. he shuddered from your action.

“fuck, how sensitive are you?” you chuckle, now bringing your hand to wrap around his length. he didn’t bother answering. he threw his head back and groaned, his cock twitching in your hand.

the sight before him could’ve made him cum on the spot. seeing you lay between his legs, your feet swinging back and forth behind you, and the arch of your back made him hornier. you could feel his gaze on you as you licked all along his erection, giggling softly and sending vibrations through his body.

he completely melted in your touch, his groans echoing throughout the bedroom. he was using everything in him not to cum on the spot. you couldn’t lie, he tasted amazing. you’d do this all day if he let you.

“f-fuck, your mouth…i love your mouth, s’good…” he whimpers while sitting up on his elbows, head thrown back and his cock twitching constantly in your mouth. you gently take him out of your mouth and kiss his tip gently, now moving your hands to bring him closer to the edge.

“are you gonna cum? is my pretty boy gonna cum?” you smile. you stared at yunho intently, watching his body break down from the overstimulation. it wasn’t surprising since he said he’s came more than five times today.

“please,” he begged. “f-faster, let me cu—f-fuck, please! please please please,” his cheeks were flushed, and you couldn’t help but coo.

“go ahead and cum, pretty.” his hips violently thrust into your hand. those cookies were doing so much to him, he couldn’t focus.

“f-fuck!” he cries out. “c-cumming, i’m cumming—i’m gonna-“ he finally let go, cumming all over your hand. you slowed your strokes to not overstimulate him before backing away.

“you did so well for me, yuyu.” you spoke softly, gently rubbing his thigh as you waited for him to come down from his high. he slowly sits up and smiles at you. he was still hard, and still pulsing.

“are you sure you wanna keep going?” you tilt your head. “and, um, if this is gonna be your first time then, i don’t know, i think you should reconsi-“

he pulls you up from underneath your arms and sits you on his lap. “if it’s you, i don’t care. now please, i feel like my dick is gonna bust.”

“oh my god, okay.” you smile and lift your hips, lining him up then sinking down onto his cock. yunho watched as you swallowed his length entirely, it disappeared completely and he couldn’t help but moan from the sight. you almost collapsed on top of him trying to control yourself. it’s been so long since you felt this way. you needed this.

“can i move?” your hands run across his chest, lightly scratching. yunho didn’t say anything. he was focusing on not cumming inside of you, you sucked him in like a vacuum.

“yunho?” you lean down. “i’ll lay on my back, so you can move. okay?”

“wait, just—wait,” he moans softly. he finally pulled himself together and gripped onto your hips, flipping the two of you over again so he was hovering over you. your hands wrap around his neck and he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.

“you feel so fucking good,” he groans. “fuck, i wanna stay like this forever.”

“we can, yunho,” you moan breathlessly. “please move.”

he didn’t start slow. just as you told him to move, he started snapping his hips against yours, the sounds of your skin colliding echoing around the room, just like your moans. you throw your head back and moan, pulling him down and pressing your lips against his. each time his cock drives in and out of you, his name slipped out your mouth.

the both of you were lost in the moment, moaning into each others mouths and chasing your high. yunho backs away from your face and pushes his in your neck, kissing and biting softly. everyone was going to know you were his, now.

yunho grabs the underside of your knee and pushes your leg back further, now thrusting at an angle that made you feel dizzy. your back arched off the bed and his movements became rougher. he was so close.

“y/n, y-y/n, where do i…w-where do i cum?” he pants in your ear. “f-fuck, i’m so close.”

“i-inside! p-please please please,” you begged. and with the last few stuttering thrusts, you feel him basically explode inside of you. you tightened around his cock as you came the same time, repeating his name as if you were a broken record.

you make sure to hold onto him the tightest you possibly could, taking in the moment while moaning loudly. you weren’t sure about what to say or what to do, it was like he fucked the breath out of you. he cuddles against your body, breathing heavily in your ear while trying to stop his body from shaking.

“y/n, please stay with me…” he whimpers in your ear. “love you so much, i love you, stay, please.”

“don’t worry, i’ll stay.”

mingi fluff 2, 20 smut 23,34, 51

2. getting caught staring

20. getting pushed together in a crowd

23. “i never imagined you to be so sensitive, but i love it.”

34. “oh, can you feel this?”

51. “yes, please, do it!”

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𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗌.𝗆𝗀 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

plot - a party at your friends house ends with you in mingi’s arms.

genre + warnings - fluff and smut, college!au, a whole bunch of sexual tension, grinding/dry humping, making out, alcohol consumption, drunk sex (both parties are drunk), no prep, unprotected sex

word count - 2.3k

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13

here you are, sitting uncomfortably on a couch near a couple sloppily making out and sipping on your sprite as the couple next to you was sloppily making out. you didn’t know why you agreed to come with your friend, sana, to a party full of people you didn’t know. you don’t know why you let her convince you either.

sana was the social butterfly of your college. she knew everybody and had info on everyone, like gretchen wieners, except she wasn’t toxic and she wasn’t fake. it was surprising how she became your friend knowing you two were complete opposites, but she introduced you to so many interesting people during your first year.

one person in particular caught your eye. song mingi. hell, he was another thing entirely. head of—what was it, music club? some sort of group where people made short songs. he was the leader of it and he knew what he was doing. you joined the group during your second year, but only for a few weeks since you didn’t know anything about music, writing, or producing.

he explained the basics of being a songwriter, as well as being a producer and rapper. though, every time he’d talk to you about it, you’d zone out while looking at him. he was just so…beautiful. how could you not look at him?

mingi was experimental with his outfit choices, too. he didn’t care what anybody thought of him; which explained why he came to school one day with red and orange hair. as crazy as it was, that made you fall for him more. you stuttered explaining to sana how attractive he was with that hair color. she looked at you as if you were crazy, which you were. crazy for mingi.

you two did start talking after you left the music group. not talking as in “we could become boyfriend and girlfriend then hold hands and kiss”, no no no, talking as in you were repeatedly put into the friend zone.

it hurt knowing he would t ever like you back, but you could understand why after sana told you the truth about mingi.

as nice as he was, he had a reputation for dating back-to-back. it felt like there was a new girlfriend every week when it came to him. mingi would defend himself saying none of the girls were “the one” for him, but it didn’t even seem like he was trying to find the one. it only sounded like he was dating them to get into their pants.

hearing the information made you wonder: did you really have a crush on him, or was it infatuation? you didn’t know, nor could you tell; all you knew was to stay away from mingi and to not flirt with him.

until now. you were still sitting on the couch, trying your best to keep your distance from the couple making out beside you as you scanned the room. sana was nowhere to be found and you didn’t have anyone else to talk to. all of your other friends were in their dorms studying, or were out hanging out with their friends doing something else. you were alone.

but you didn’t want to sit at a party doing nothing. you stand and sit your cup on the coffee table, trying your best to squeeze through the crowd. the room smelled like sweat and alcohol, and it was humid causing you to sweat. you wipe your forehead and walk into the kitchen to get another cup.

sana was probably somewhere else with her other friends. she did know everyone. you weren’t going to not enjoy the party just because she wasn’t with you; you had to do something for the time being. taking a risk, your bring your cup to a table covered in drinks. you grabbed whatever was on the table and poured it into the cup.

it reeked. you’ve never drunken this much alcohol before, in fact, you’ve never drunken alcohol at all. besides that one time when you were in highschool, but it’s been so long and it was only a sip. now, here you are with the real thing in front of you. you hesitated before opening your mouth and chugging everything at once. you let out a loud burp afterward and immediately felt the side effects, your eyes closing from the taste.

you remember sana telling you she normally has the most fun when she’s drunk, so that was your plan. you were going to drink whatever was on the table until you were drunk. it was a dumb decision to do since your body wasn’t used to alcohol, but it was only for one night? and what could go wrong?

everything could go wrong. you weren’t counting how many times you refilled your cup, but it was enough to make you feel dazed. you almost trip walking away from the counter and end up having to use the wall as support while you walked.

the crowd was larger than before, but you were too drunk to realize. standing on the edge and leaning on the wall, you noticed something. and for some odd reason, your vision was blurry. you couldn’t tell who or what is was until you saw the red and orange hair. it was mingi. it could’ve been any other person but it had to be him.

you avert your attention away in an attempt to distract yourself from the fire haired boy across the room, but the next time you went to go look, he was staring at you. the both of you getting caught staring was normal, but because you were insanely smart, you took that as him proposing to you. you happily, and clumsily, push through the crowd until you were standing behind the giant, tapping his shoulder and giving him a toothy smile.

maybe it was the alcohol, but he looked hotter than normal. way hotter. his lips looked so kissable, you could’ve grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his at this very moment, but that would’ve been rude. mingi turns around and looks you up and down, also carrying a plastic red cup of alcohol in his head.

“mingiiii.” your hand finds its way to his arm, tugging on his jacket sleeve. “what’re you doing hereee?”

“i, uh…” he looked just as drunk as you. well, maybe not as drunk but he was still drinking like crazy. “i’m here? i don’t — i don’t know.”

“i love your hair.” you slur, also biting your lip after saying that. he stared you dead in your eyes and gripped his cup. “but i can’t…i can’t talk to you. sana said it’s bad.”

“did she say i’d hurt you?” mingi tilts his head then grabs your hand, a smirk pulling at his lips. “what did she tell you?”

“mm, she did say that.” you sniffle. “i don’t really care…y’know, i could kiss you right now.”

before mingi had the chance to reply, you were shoved into him. he caught you with his other hand, but the one holding the drink tilted, causing the alcohol he had to spill on you. what was worse was it trickles down your chest and went under your dress. the feeling was weird. getting pushed together in a crowd and having alcohol on you made your face scrunch up.

“shit!” you cursed. in a situation like this, you’d say it was fine and you’d go to the bathroom to clean yourself up, but being drunk, you were emotional. you stared at your wet chest and pouted, looking up at mingi with glossy eyes.

“you spilled your drink on me and now it’s on my fucking tits.”

“your tits are still pretty.” mingi smiled. “can i clean them? i wanna clean them? i mean you. i’ll help clean you.”

you knock his now empty cup out of his hands and grab his wrist, dragging him along to the bathroom while pushing through the crowd of people. smelling all of the alcohol and sweat radiating from the crowd made you feel nauseous. you covered your mouth with your free hand and make it to the bathroom, opening the bathroom and not even bothering to knock. though luckily nobody was inside.

you drag him inside and he shuts the door behind you two. as you walk over to the silk and run the faucet on, he stands behind you watching your every move. mingi looked like he was trying his best not to pounce on you. your dress tightly fitting your curves making him go crazy. fuck, this alcohol was messing with him.

“stop staring and help me.” you squint your eyes. he nods and walks over to you, running his fingers underneath the water and placing them directly onto your collarbone.

he stared at your cleavage, biting his lip while repeatedly making eye contact with you in the process. you could’ve pounced on him right now if you weren’t so worried about someone walking in on you two, but you didn’t care? all you needed was him. his big hands gripping your hips, raspy and deep voice whispering in your ear, and body leaning over yours as he pounded into you.

“mingi, can we have sex? like right now? like at this very moment?” you look up at him. he opened his mouth as if he were going to answer but hesitated.

“sure—” you didn’t even let him finish before smashing your lips against his. he did the same without hesitation, hands holding onto the sink and trapping you in between, basically pinning you to the sink. his lips left yours and moved to your neck, biting and sucking to leave all types of hickeys.

you noticed your leg in between his and started using your thigh to press against the growing boner in his pants. he noticed this and started grinding against you, basically humping your leg while he was attacking your neck with kisses. mingi moved back toward your face and the two do you continued to kiss, the steamy make out session turning the mirror foggy.

your hands wrapped around his neck, moving your leg while he moved his hips so he could feel more friction. he moaned onto your mouth and the vibrations it sent through your body, fuck, you could’ve moaned right there and then.

“oh, can you feel this?” you ask as your hand replaced your thigh, palming him through his pants. he sucked in a breath and moaned accidentally. fuck, his moans were amazing.

he whined against your lips, now humping your hand. he was so desperate to feel something, the alcohol in his system making his body extra sensitive. you smile and move your hand as well, nails digging into the fabric of his pants as you squeezed his erection.

“i never imagined you to be so sensitive, but i love it.” you giggled. those words triggered something inside of him. he turned you over and placed your hands on your back, bending you over the sink and lifting your hips to reach his. thank god you were wearing heels, otherwise he would’ve been pounding into you and your feet wouldn’t even be touching the floor.

“shut up.” mingi lifts your dress up and pushes your panties to the side, unzipping his own pants and pulling them and his boxers down enough for his cock to sprang out. it hit your backside gently and you flinched.

“do you want me to go inside?” he asked in a husky voice. god, you were so wet for him. “you want me to stretch you out?”

“yes, please, do it.” you pleaded. in one go, he shoved his member inside of you.

already, the room felt hot. mingi didn’t bother waiting, he started pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. heavy breathing filled the room as beads of sweat ran down your forehead, hands shaking as you desperately wanted something to grab on, but since mingi was holding your arms against your back, you couldn’t. you were pinned.

“fuck, you feel good,” he groans, leaning down to kiss your neck. “so good.” he hums. at this point, he was becoming drunk over your body, not just from the alcohol. immediately, he started pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, pushing and pulling his hips to hit your deepest parts.

when his tip brushed against your g-spot, everything inside you shut down. you jolted and moaned loudly, legs shaking from the impact. he uses one hand to hold your arms against your back, pinning you to the sink while the other held the back of your neck, pushing you down and basically making you take his size.

he made you feel so full, so completed, like he was the missing part of your puzzle piece. the entire time he was thrusting, he couldn’t help but moan at how tight you were. he fit you so perfectly, and you took him so well. so fucking well. god, he wanted to destroy you in the nicest way possible.

“f-fuck, mingi!” you moan. you needed him just as much as he needed you. mingi watched you fall apart underneath him, and it only encouraged him to slam into you faster, shuddering from how you felt around him.

“i think…” he huffs, taking his hand off of your neck and letting go of your arms to hold onto your hips. you hold onto the edges of the sink and lift yourself up. the both of you looked so fucked out, and you loved hit. “i-i think i…i’m really close.”

“cum inside,” you hum, using one hand to reach back and hold onto his wrist. "p-please, oh my god."

mingi leans forward and rests his forehead on your shoulder. god, the whines he was letting out in your ear made you happy. you were happy you were able to make him feel good even when you weren’t doing anything. he was adorable. he continued thrusting until he couldn’t hold it anymore, cumming inside of you and digging his nails into your hips.

“fuuck, fuck i’ve wanted to do this for so long…” he slows down, moving his hand up and down your back. "thank you so much."