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pretty little melody kim mingyu x afab!reader (18+)

content: half proofread, daddy kink, breathplay, very subby needy!reader x daddy!gyu, cum drunk!reader, dacryphilia (i can’t help it), overstimulation, pet names (baby, sweetheart, kitten, cutie), degradation (“pretty little slut”, "stupid (for cock)" "cumdump"), unprotected sex

word count: 1.5k

something happens when you gasp. 

your hips lift and a throbbing wave pulses through you. your whole body is trembling, sputtering cries leaving your lips and your nails leaving pretty red marks all over your boyfriend’s back. he’s hitting that delicate spot inside you for the third time tonight, flipping the switch in your brain that turns off all the thoughts focused on anything but him. 

mingyu.

you don’t remember how this started. whether you had a bad day or he did, what exactly it was that has you a fucked out doll at his disposal, you’re not even sure how your day went right now, but you aren’t complaining. 

quite the opposite, you’re begging. your hole is used, sensitive, but it’s still drinking in his fingers desperately. it’s so good, so nice when mingyu fills you up, whether it’s his fingers or his cock, it’s addictive and your pussy craves more each second. 

but mingyu isn’t moving, and your recovering walls feel neglected without his fingers massaging into them. “no, no,” you whimper, lightly smacking at his arm. “need more, daddy, wan’… wanna cum again.”

you hiccup and it seems to gather mingyu’s attention again, his gaze heavy yet curious. you recognize the expression, he wants something from you and, as his good little baby, you automatically want to give it to him. whatever he wants, whenever, you’re mingyu’s and you’ll prove it to him every day. 

he pulls his fingers from you with a sloppy wet sound that has your eyes rolling, your hole clenching as though begging to be stretched again, needing to be filled. 

“baby,” mingyu slurs, his voice low, a tempting lull to his words. “wanna… wanna hear y’ make that… that pretty noise again.”

your brows furrow for a moment and you think you notice him use his wet hand to push his boxers down, the other traveling up to the base of your neck. he presses gently, tentatively, a tender massage that eases your breath, makes you comfortable enough to find your voice and ask, “what n—?”

the question catches in your throat, breath hitching beneath his palm as he squeezes. your eyes widen for a moment, a brief internal scream of i can’t breathe! causing your heart to skip a beat. but mingyu’s grip loosens just before the panic fully manifests and oxygen floods into your lungs, the relief racing both up to fill your head and down to pool between your thighs. 

“that.”

your thinking is still cloudy, sentences not linking together properly, words not articulating, but you think you know what he’s talking about. 

mingyu fucking likes the sound of you choking, the music of you gasping, even more vulnerable at his hands than you already are. and, honestly, it works out, because already you love the way it feels when he chokes you. 

mingyu seems a bit relieved and he leans down to press a hungry kiss to your lips, catching your lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue over it and pulling back just enough to whisper, “you like that, kitten?” he sounds a bit hopeful and if you could think properly, you’d say it was cute. 

“daddy,” it’s a blend of a hiccup, a sob, and a giggle, and your hand flutters on top of his, pressing it down into your neck. “feels nice.” 

and that’s all he needs to hear. 

it’s as simple as a flex of his fingers to get you to keen, your movements in tandem with his as you hook your legs around his waist. your expression, the beautiful sounds leaving you, and the steady stream of bliss dripping from your hole—it has him hard and throbbing as he positions himself between your legs. 

you’d whine if you could, but your voice is hidden behind mingyu’s giant hand, your breath shallow. you see stars when he slides into you, the stretch making your mouth fall open more in a stifled scream, drool trickling from the corner of your lips. you’re unable to take the breath you usually would, to steady yourself, to keep yourself from unraveling then and there. no, now you’re only able to clench, to grip him with your needy walls. your mind is melting and his voice only adds fuel to the fire. 

“fuck, you’re so beautiful when you cry, sweetheart, when you’re like this,” mingyu groans, his hips rocking into a pace that has you silently sobbing, the pleasure overwhelming. it’s like both of you have forgotten the level of your sensitivity, your orgasms in the past hour brushed aside. the focus is on more, more, more and right now. 

mingyu’s creating a pattern, lightening his grip on your neck only to slam into you right as you’re trying to recover with a literal breath of fresh air. “like it when you’re fucked stupid, pretty lil’ slut just wants to feel good, yeah? just wanna be full of my cock?” 

your pleas daddy, please, ‘m yours, all yours are broken up into too many syllables when your voice finally obeys you, otherwise the begging is reduced to gasps and fluttering lashes. your nails paint pretty crescents into his arms, tears spilling from your eyes as your lungs are tempted again and again, the rush of air being abruptly stopped and mingyu pounding into your pussy enough to drive you crazy, if you aren’t already. 

“my baby, my pretty fuckin’ baby, love when you're like this, fuckin' stupid for my cock,” mingyu’s whispers could be for you or himself, it’s hard to tell. he’s absolutely wasted on your pussy, the way it pulls him into your heat, how your walls massage his cock, so responsive as he slams into you. it always feels like he’s ensuring all of you is his, your pleasure just for him. if all you can remember is mingyu, all your cunt can remember is his cock and nothing will ever fill you as perfectly. 

“aw, my needy lil’ kitten, can’t think of anything but daddy, right now, yeah?” you think you nod, your teary chin hitting the back of his hand as his grasp tightens again. “that's it, sweetheart, daddy’s makin’ you feel so good can’t stop cryin’, hm? so good you can’t live without it, without me filling you up with my cum, fucked out lil’ cumdump, oh you’re so beautiful”

it’s true, it always is. mingyu knows you’re his, he wouldn’t want it any other way. you’re his beautiful little baby and he’ll always be the one that takes care of you, in the best ways. 

maybe it’s something about the way your eyes roll back, your lips parted in a suspended gasp, the rosy flush that’s filled your cheeks, but mingyu’s hips stutter, pushing into you at a depth that, if you weren’t already suffocating, would take your breath away. 

he lets go, his hand moving to brace himself through his own rush as it mixes with yours and you break down into delighted gasping sobs. “daddy,” your voice is hoarse, broken, but the way your fingers trail up and down his forearm proves that it’s all in bliss. “so—so good, it’s so… daddy’s cum feels so good” 

mingyu chuckles breathlessly, the pads of his fingers going to draw soothing circles on the reddening skin of your neck. “you’re s’ good, baby, always so perfect for me.” he hums and trails kisses from your neck, to your jaw, finally ending at your lips.

his kisses are soft, far more tender than the roughness of his fingers around your throat, each one planting seeds of reality in your thoughts, slowly bringing your vocabulary back together in a way that makes sense, but not enough to draw you out from the pleasure that still has you shivering. “you did so well, sweetheart,” he soothes into your lips, taking your weary giggles into his adoring kiss. “oh ‘m so, so proud of you.” 

there’s a beat of hesitancy, where the air is a bit thicker with unspoken questions, and mingyu takes the time to slowly pull out of you, trying to keep his eyes away from the way your hole tenses, a milky stream being pushed out and drawn back in with every pulse. he settles next to you and pulls you into his arms, stroking your hair and steadying his breathing to help inspire yours to calm. 

“baby?” he starts and you can barely place the discomfort in his tone. “that was… okay? i didn’t hurt you or anything right, wasn’t too… weird?”

the laugh that leaves you is a bit more stable, genuine in its amusement. words are still proving difficult, due to both the mental toll and the physical pull on your throat, but you think you can get the point across when you kiss him. “no… no, not bad. didn’t hurt. liked it—really liked it.” 

relief fills mingyu’s sigh and he kisses your forehead, a small smile on his face when he pulls away to look at you. his eyes scan your neck and you hum, the words flying to you before you can register them, the piece of your brain dedicated to the heat in your stomach sparking to life again. you trace absently on mingyu’s chest, peeking up at him through your lashes. 

“what is it, cutie?” mingyu asks, fangs flashing as he studies your needy expression. he knows what you want, but he’s fully prepared to keep you in his arms for just a bit longer and, thankfully, you’re in agreement. 

“need… a lil’ break…” you begin, nuzzling into his chest with a soft sigh. “but, later…” you peek up at him again with an adorable amount of sheepishness. 

“i can go again."