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Mingyu Rec List

ik this isn’t jk related but i js recently got into seventeen n couldn’t help but spend my time reading these 🙂. these are some ffs i’ve read recently 🫶🏼

fluff= f

angst= a

smut= s

oneshots

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honey boy- f,a,s

wc:54k

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hits different- a,f,s

wc:20.2k

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hits different 2- a,f,s

wc:20k

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his smile- s,f,a

wc:20.5k

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the very first night- a,s,f

wc:19.7k

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the only exception- f,s

wc:6.4k

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i can’t run away- a,f,s

wc: 15.7k

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we don’t usually hold hands- f,a,s

wc:16.8k

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in soft hands-f,a

wc:16.5k

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in soft hands 2- f,a,s

wc:17.5k

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is this everything you dreamed of- s

wc:4.7k

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evening glow- a,s

wc:4.5k

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good dad, better daddy- s

wc:8.4k

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oh no, he’s hot- s

wc:8.9k

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this is how we fall- a,f,s

wc:18.5k

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again and again- f,s

wc:15.7k

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repetition/rare love- f,s,a

wc:11k

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love me out loud-a,f,s

wc:14.5k

series/drabble

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make yourself at home-a,f

wc:2.4k (drabble)

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spoiled- s

(series)

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an ode to m(ingyu) abs- s

wc:1.1k(drabble)

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deserve you- s

(drabble)

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mingyu as a first time dad- f

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mingyu as a stay at home househusband- f

(drabble)

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shave- f

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LEASH

SUMMARY: Fucking both of them is pure bliss but what if one of them is in relationship and still fucking you ?

PAIRINGS: FWB? (Mingyu X Reader X Jungkook)please be aware Mingyu cheats on his girlfriend with reader ⚠️

WORD COUNT:1.5 K

SMUT WARNINGS: Grinding, male masturbation, sex with cloths on, teasing over panties, oral (m,f), fingering,loads of kisses , cream pie, doggy style, unprotected sex (don’t do it y’all) , cum eating . Lmk if I miss anything

a/n: This pure filthy smut. CHEATING THEMES ARE INVOLVED , SCROLL IF YOU DO NOT LIKE ⚠️ ⚠️ALSO THIS IS WORK OF PURE FICTION I DO NOT SUPPORT CHEATING IRL Mingyu be looking extra hot these days. HAERIN is gyu 's girlfriend. enjoy sweet pies <3.

Loud music is the only thing you the three of you can hear your back pressed against Mingyu, while Jungkook is in front of kissing and grinding on each other, wet kisses are shared between Jungkook and you. “Mph baby” muffled moans slipped from your mouth, Mingyu kissing your neck his hands massaging your waist, your hands tapping Jungkook’s shoulder “Let’s take this to the dorm?” You asked gasping for air, looking back at Mingyu while he nodded.

You were dressed in a short white skirt and pink crop top while both of them were dressed in all black. “Gyu bring her where I parked my car, I’ll be heading first” Jungkook said searching for his car keys in his pockets, while you and Mingyu told your friends you would be heading first.

Mingyu held your soft hands dragging you through the crowd, Jungkook had been waiting for you both in the parking, Mingyu opened the door sitting first and then making you sit on his lap you turned sideways to kiss Jungkook on his lips, “Let’s get home soon yeah baby? sit like a good girl” Jungkook said already speeding through the parking lot.

While you turned around to kiss Mingyu his hands were all over your ass palming it and groping them “Speed up kook pretty little thing keeps grinding on me can feel her pussy getting wet” Your lace panties must be wet from the constant grinding.

You soon reached your dorm when Mingyu had you in his arms your legs wrapped around his waist. Jungkook had your house keys opening them the three of you entered the room while Mingyu and you continued to kiss each other “Yah Mingyu get her down now” Jungkook groaned when you both wouldn’t stop. Mingyu placed you on your bed while giggling looking at Jungkook's pissed of face, undressing himself while Jungkook had already sunk to his knees at the end of the bed where you were sitting.

Ready to remove your clothes Jungkook stopped you “Wait wanna fuck with your clothes on you look so fucking pretty in those small skirts” Mingyu sat there on the chair right in front of the bed palming himself through his boxers “Keep going kook wanna see her pussy” he said chuckling.

“Lay down baby,” Jungkook said in a hushed voice “Kook I’m so wet do something " you moaned when you felt his fingers brushing over your lace panties softly teasing your clit and wetting them by spitting on your clothed pussy “Ah…Jungkook” moans slipped from your lips grabbing his hands to keep on licking you sucking your pussy over the lace.

Moving them aside he was greeted with your wet pussy clenching “fuck Gyu she is so wet bet we can slide inside her without a prep” Jungkook turned behind to give him a look “fuck really? could feel her getting wet the movement she started grinding on me” Mingyu said digging his hard cock out of his boxers.

You went without a bra today, you could feel your nipples getting hard at the site of Mingyu jerking off while Jungkook played with your pussy, grabbing your boobs over your top you massaged them while whispering Jungkook’s name.

Jungkook sucked the hell out of your clit while you begged him to stop telling him you might come soon “Yeah baby you gonna come?” He teased you knowing damn well you were near the edge. Easing his finger inside you he slowly fastened his pace when his finger touched your g spot “Right there Jungkook…... right there baby” Soon Cumming you rested there panting heavily “ wanna fuck her Gyu?” Jungkook undressed and soon climbed on the bed settling beside you, “fuck yeah I’ll go first” Your hand grabbed onto his length “fuck y/n” Jungkook hissed when you started palming him, caging your hands over his cock he guided you, while Mingyu teased his fingers over your whole “want you inside me gyu” you said shyly gazing into his eyes “yeah baby? Spread wider” he said pushing your legs further decreasing the space between your pussy and his leaking cock he eased inside you slowly. “What a sight kook …. She clenches so hard kook when you kiss her, “Mingyu said moaning above you, curses left your mouth “Gyu you are so good and so big” you whimpered your hands leaving Jungkook’s cock and coming to grip over Mingyu's shoulder. “I know baby can you be a little bit louder?” He said while his fingers started rubbing your clit, Jungkook and Mingyu talked you through your orgasm while Jungkook palmed himself through the three of you coming in the moment. “Fuck gyu got me messy,” you peeped, “love making you messy baby” Mingyu kissed your cheeks sucking in a few hickeys around your neck while he backed away from your body.

Turning to face Jungkook he was already looking at you, your hands gripped onto his sensitive cock while he hissed “ mmhm sensitive y/n” Humming you climbed on top of him, yours and Mingyu’s cum dripping down your pussy and making a mess between you and Jungkook, grabbing the mess between you two you swiftly moved your fingers through your pussy lips gathering the slick and bringing it to Jungkook’s mouth so that he can suck on them “mm sweet” Jungkook winked looking at Gyu who was on the bed settled on the end of the bed.

“Fuck me from behind kook wanna suck him off too,” you said already getting on your position, Mingyu getting up too. Jungkook loves doggy style, seeing your ass bounce back from his fast pace made him cum fast.

“Baby lift your ass a bit … mm perfect go ahead suck him good yeah?” Teasing his tip near your hole you murmured “Need it, baby” you begged palming Mingyu who sat in front of you. Easing inside you he moaned “fuck so tight even after Mingyu fucked you hard you are still so tight” Chuckling at you “Such a pretty slut for us right Gyu?” He asked his hands on your pretty waist just above your skirt to hold you in place. “Yeah man almost came when she first clenched around me.”

Gagging around Mingyu's cock you massaged his balls moaning when Jungkook hit your spot. Pure bliss from the pleasure you sucked him arrays of gasps, heaves, and rasps left your mouths. “ Gonna cum baby,” Mingyu said pushing your head so you can choke on him better “Yeah gyu cum for me” your words left in a hurry motion because of how fast Jungkook was fucking you. “ Gonna cum too kook”. You warned Jungkook while Mingyu filled your mouth with his salty release sone of it dripping on your crop top. “Fuck y/n gonna cum so hard baby, pussy made for us, gonna make you leave your pussy filled with our cum” Jungkook said in his deep voice.

Soon Cumming you were left with your pussy covered in damp and creamy releases. “Fuck you both tire me out” you said lifting up yourself and facing Jungkook inching closer to kiss him. “mph Koo” moaning when he slightly pinched your hard nipples. You were soon in between the both of them cuddling them you had finally removed your messy cloths, while you hugged Jungkook while Mingyu hugged you from behind telling you did great today for both of them. Sleep soon overcame you three.

Haerin: hey, I’ll be dropping by tomorrow to give your books back . Will be there by 10 am . See you ☺️

Next morning

You’ve been rustling for a few minutes now, “baby lemme sleep” Jungkook murmured “yeah sorry” you reach up to get your phone seeing the time “hm 9:47” you opened your chat seeing Haerin’s text gasping you wake Mingyu up in instant. “Gyu wake up haerin will be here in few” he groaned when you abruptly woke him up.

“Fuck really shit I need to leave before she come” wearing his yesterday night’s clothes he went to wash his face in the his face , coming back soon after he grabbed his things and went ahead on kissing you lips “ thanks for the night baby I’ll text you soon , tell kook I’ll be at the basketball court if he needs me” hugging you one last time he exists the door .

“Fuck I just hope I don’t run into her now” Mingyu whispered closing the door from outside when haerin walks “Gyu what are you doing here also at 10 am in the morning?” She asks not expecting her boyfriend to be here this early. That’s when Mingyu knows he fucked up really bad.

TAGLIST : @babybella337 , @jungk97kwife

PART 2

DRABBLE 1

DRABBLE 2

CHOCOLATE SAUCE

SUMMARY: The better way to have chocolate sauce is to have it on your bodies.

PAIRINGS: Jungkook x reader x Mingyu

WORDS:782 Ig ?

SMUT WARNINGS: Food play, Just Blowjobs, she messy af,cum eating, reader is called slut by Jungkook, mentions of fucking her ass later but not in detail, Jungkook teases Mingyu about sending a video to his girlfriend Lmk if I missed anything.

A/N: Thank you to the sweetest person requesting this <3 I hope I didn't disappoint you. Drabbles will always be open for this fic :0 Please like reblog and follow ⚠️⚠️Also, this contains cheating themes don't read if this triggers you. ⚠️⚠️

Soft and giggling voices resounded in your apartment when Jungkook entered he thought Mingyu, and you would be watching something on the TV. But boy he was so damn wrong about it. 

You were all sprawled above the large kitchen counter fully naked while Mingyu had a chocolate sauce bowl in his hand and he traced your shoulder blade and spine, your nipples were already messy with the sauce from the early teasing, giggling softly when he dropped them teasingly.  

“Hey Jungkook, look she looks so fucking edible,” Mingyu says holding one freshly cut strawberry in his fingers and dipping it in the mess on your shoulder, Jungkook gulped looking at the site.  

“Come here, kook join us, baby,” you say softly your fingers doing a ‘come here” action.  

Mingyu licks off the sauce while Jungkook watches you both and undresses himself. When Mingyu is done you get up and sit up on the edge. While Jungkook walks up towards you standing in front of your spread legs and kisses you on the lips softly.  

“Missed you, baby, was Mingyu good to you baby when I was gone?” He asks pulling on your lip when the kiss ends “he was good, gave me the best Morning sex today” you say turning to face him, extending your arms to have both of them with you.  

“Yeah, baby? Now are you gonna be good for me? He asked his hands taking yours and taking it to his crotch heavy and thick in your hand. Fuck so heavy I’m sure those are full of his hot cum.  “look I’m so hard for you”

Lifting you off the counter table you were now on the floor facing his raging boner. Giving Him the cutest puppy eyes you speak making his breath hitch “Kook, please want to suck the chocolate sauce off your cock, pretty please”you say grabbing him through his boxers and nodding to you.  

You look up to See Mingyu already handing you the bowl. “Gyu, can you stand next to him, I’ll suck you off too baby,” you say getting ready to make a mess on Jungkook’s cock.  

Hissing at the cold touch of the chocolate sauce you suck him groaning at the taste of the chocolate and his salty Precum “So fucking good Kook” you say turning to Mingyu and giving him a hand job.  

“Baby make him messy too, suck him off too yeah?” Jungkook smirks looking at him “Yeah go on y/n make it messy” he growls while moaning when you apply some on him.  

This goes on for a good minute sloppy sounds fill the apartment their cocks wet with your saliva. The chocolate sauce sometimes drips on the floor when you’re too busy with another one. Jungkook being the head pusher enjoys it when you suck his balls hallowing them and groaning when you suddenly come and take his leaking tip in your mouth.

Mingyu on the other hand ,he twitches when his cock is wet with your salvia and a bit of chocolate sauce left on the base forgetting about when Jungkook asked for your attention.  

“I’m going to cum baby, do it fast…...yeah just like that fuck that it, right, like that” Jungkook moans when he came right in your mouth some of his hot cum trailing down on your tits. “I’ll focus on Gyu now it’s fine baby?” You asked him, humming he sat down on the sofa.  

“Have fun Gyu, I’ll fuck her ass afterwards, shall I make a video on your phone Gyu? Show what you do when you should be with your girlfriend and not your slut?”  he says teasing him and winking at you. “Fuck you Kook, she better than Hearin anyways”. He says waving him off.  

You apply a bit more of the sauce on his cock palming him and leaving kisses and sucking on the red tip “fuck y/n, so messy make it more yeah” Mingyu announces his hands grabbing your hair to keep you in position. “Take what you can baby only what you can, pretty mouth is gonna make me cum” he says always being a sweetheart to you.  

“Fuck yeah Mingyu cum on your pretty girl’s face do it” you begged speaking in between all the sucking and palming. Mingyu soon reached his high cumming on your face.  

Looking at jungkook he says “fuck she looks really pretty”  

You sit there looking at them with your puppy eyes, both of their cums on you and yeah, the remnants of the chocolate sauce on your nipples.  

“Yeah, let’s ruin her now, shall we?” Jungkook says getting up and taking you to the room with Mingyu taking the chocolate sauce bowl.  

It’s gonna be a long night and you are ready for it. 

<3<3<3

TAGLIST : @kimmingyuswifee , @jungk97kwife , @meraofc , @httpjeonlicious .

LEASH PT 1

LEASH PT 2

DRABBLE 2

MIDNIGHT FUN

SUMMARY: What is better than a simple sleepover party turning into an amazing banging session.

PAIRINGS: JUNGKOOK X READER X MINGYU

WORD COUNT: 1.2 K

SMUT WARNINGS: Fingering, blowjob, hickeysss , doggy style,cum eating. nothing much but lmk if I missed anything. also, Jungkook has an elf bar. Also please note this contains CHEATING THEMES WHICH I DONT PROMOTE IRL

A/N : A teeny tiny drabble for the sweetest person who requested this I hope I did well<3 lmk if you liked it <3 THIS MY 300 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL, THANKYOU SO MUCH ! 💞💞 ALSo Tumblr works on reblog system please reblog !! Also a simple “it good or it’s great”can make my entire day 💞

Humming at whatever hell Haerin was babbling Mingyu texted Jungkook letting him know he would be in your room after midnight when Haerin was asleep.  

You decided to call Mingyu and Haerin for a sleepover tonight. The four of you hung out at your place to celebrate your Academic award.  

Haerin did her night skincare and some other skincare stuff you gave. “Gyu are you even listening?” Haerin looked in the mirror sighing when she didn't receive any answer from Mingyu.  

On the other hand, you get ready for bed while Jungkook is on his phone, and you wear black lingerie, it had garter attached to your panties with a chocker attached to the bra leaving nothing for the imagination.  

You stood leaning on the bathroom door slightly whistling, looking up at Jungkook gasping, his phone dropping on the sheets. He walks towards you.  

“Oh my god y/n you look like a goddess, dressed up for me baby?” He whispers his hands smoothly inching towards your waist. 

“Do you like it? Bought it yesterday” you say winking at him and biting your lips surpassing a moan when his hands grope your waist tightly, while his lips leave wet kisses on your neck.  

“Really you look perfect baby” Jungkook growls in your neck “Come baby let’s get on the bed yeah?” He says guiding you to the bed sitting against the headboard and having you in between his legs.  

Your head is thrown back when he palms your breasts over the bra pinching on your nipples occasionally “Kook” you moan his name hand going to clutch on his small wisps of hair on the back.  

His fingers slowly inched towards your core first drawing silly patterns on your clothed pussy and then your clit, you let out a sultry moan gasping and twitching in his hold.  

“Stay calm y/n or I’ll stop” Jungkook’s voice now sounded demanding, you spread your legs more when he slaps your inner thigh still teasing you over your panties never giving you what you want.  

“Kook please need it inside me” you whine holding back from twitching in his hold when he pinches your clit. “Hmm gonna give you now” Just as he says he pushes your panties to the side.  

“So wet baby what got you so worked up huh?” Jungkook chuckled going straight towards your clenching core. “That was the prettiest sound i heard baby moan just like that y/n” He coxes when you moan out his name.  

His fingers were now inside you are thrusting inside you and hitting at your g spot “Kook yeah just like that gonna cum” you whine your head on his shoulder while you inch up to kiss his lips.  

“Yeah, go ahead cum baby,” he says his fingers increasing the speed.  

“Does it feel good y/n?” Jungkook asks while you nod instantly soon wetting his fingers with your slick. That’s when you hear your front door opening.  

Black sweatpants hanged low on Mingyu as he almost gulps looking at the site. You are shocked too “Mingyu what are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here what if Haerin comes here looking for you?” You Panicked while Jungkook Chuckled , sucking on fingers covered with your slick.  

“Calm down y/n nothing will happen she is a heavy sleeper she won’t wake up until tomorrow, let’s concentrate on you yeah?” Mingyu says inching towards your bed, while you sigh getting up from in between Jungkook's grasp.  

“Missed you Gyu” you whisper near his lips slowly pecking his lips. “Yeah, baby I missed you too,” Mingyu says kissing you back. Jungkook gets up from the bed and grabs his elf bar.  

Mingyu then carefully pushes you onto the bed hovering above you while you giggle at his antics, your hands coming up to grab his biceps which are bulged up. He goes right back to kiss your neck just where Jungkook sucked some hickeys a few minutes ago.  

You looked sideways finding Jungkook smiling at you while you made a “come here” motion with your fingers. “Move gyu she wants me too, gonna give her what she wants, she deserves this after all”Jungkook explains while Mingyu moves away.  

While both of them occasionally teased you with their lips Mingyu's slender fingers now inched towards your wet core. While Jungkook removed your bra sucking in your nipples.  

“Mm gyu, kook enough need your cocks now,” you tell Knocking both the boys out of their worlds “Jungkook you go first, I’ll let her have myself in her mouth,” Mingyu says going towards the headboard while Jungkook helps you to get in position.  

You were now on all fours ,your ass swaying while Jungkook got ready to fuck while your mouth left kitten licks on Mingyu’s red tip swiping away his salty precum.  

“Fuck missed your mouth baby” Mingyu curses above you his hands coming up to make a ponytail of your hair, so it doesn’t get in between. Jungkook now eased into your pussy groaning at the tightness while you whine with Mingyu’s heavy cock inside you.  

“Fuck Jungkook” curses left from all of your mouths. Jungkook thrusted faster making you cum first while Mingyu kept pushing your head more on his length soon cumming in your mouth and breathing heavily.  

“Gonna cum y/n,” Jungkook said his grip tighter on your ass cheeks which is gonna leave it red and swollen, you're sure. While you coax his orgasm to release Jungkook soon cums inside you. His hot cum painting your insides white some dripping down on your sheets.  

“Fuck y/n your pussy always leaves me tiring” Jungkook chuckles feeling tired after his release. You laugh getting up to kiss his lips. “Take a shower yeah kook you did a lot today baby,” you say softly peaking his cheeks.  

Humming his foot pads towards your luxurious bathroom. Your attention is now turned on Mingyu, “You ready baby boy? Gonna leave me a dripping mess too?” You tease him getting him excited as fuck.  

“Oh, hell yeah I swear I won’t let you get on your feet tomorrow” Mingyu chuckles getting on top of you his wet cock now kissing your clit “Get in now baby”you plead almost begging.  

Mingyu goes on with a slow thrust then speeds up his pace getting closer and closer to his release “You did so good y/n, you looked really pretty at the ceremony baby you deserve the award, you deserve everything my baby” Mingyu talks about the event while you thank him with giving a kiss on his lips sucking on them a bit more.  

“Fuck Mingyu …. Right there I’m gonna cum” you cry when hits your g spot. Silently crying you cum on his huge cock while he follows right behind you collapsing on top of you and making small thrusts occasionally.  

“Did good baby, sleep yeah?” Mingyu kisses your forehead removing the messy panties and cleaning you up.  

Sleep overcomes you soon with Jungkook smelling of your body wash he hugs you with your face buried in his naked chest while Mingyu kisses your forehead as a good night and exits your room.  

LEASH PART 1

LEASH PT 2

DRABBLE 1

I’m so thankful!! 💞

TAGLIST : @jungk97kwife , @kimmingyuswifee , @httpjeonlicious , @meraofc , @stolasisyourparent , @ane102

Me to me: Okay, just a cute little Mingyu fic.

*8.5 pages later and still not done*

Whoops

Oh damn! I’m rushing to read the next chapter now💕

Adore You | Chapter 2 | kmg x f!reader

I'd walk through fire for you, Just let me adore you

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.8k | Genre: rom com, fluff, smut, office au

Warnings: power imbalance bc reader is his boss but he’s the one doing the pursuing, personal assistant!mingyu, he’s such a simp, mention of food, suggestive thoughts

Reader Notes: wears a skirt and heels, boss bitch, touch starved, gets nails done, wap, referred to as a woman

Step 2. Show you how well he can take care of you.

Two weeks later, you seem happier than ever. You’re eating all of the lunches Mingyu makes for you, you’re drinking more water than coffee for once, and you haven’t mentioned Derek again at all. 

The project also seems to be going smoothly with the extra time allotted, though he hears you placating the higher ups on the phone nearly every day. It bothers him that they don’t trust you, that they don’t believe in your ability to get it done and get it done well, but you and Mingyu both know you can and that’s all that matters. 

That and the fact that it’s let him do even more things for you. More time spent on the phone is less time spent answering emails, and you’ve started allowing him to draft responses for you, to decide what’s important and what isn’t, to arrange and dissolve meetings as he sees fit. 

He feels such a thrill every time you send out an email he wrote or approve one of the appointments he set, and it only gets more exhilarating when you call him into your office and ask him to sit down. 

You don’t have any engagements for over an hour and lunch just finished, so he’s not sure what exactly he’s needed for. He sits across from you gingerly, his body just a touch too big for the chair opposite you, and folds his hands in his lap. 

“Mingyu, I wanted to talk about your role here,” you begin, clearing a space on your desk for a set of forms he doesn’t recognize. 

“Oh… Okay,” he knows he sounds apprehensive, but he’s doing his best to push down the fear that you’ll demote him, or fire him, or transfer him, though he knows he hasn’t done anything to warrant such a thing. 

“You’ve been working for me for, what, half the year?” He nods to confirm, though he wants to tell you it’s been exactly 27 weeks. “And in that time, I feel like you’ve gotten to know me really well. In the last two weeks, I realized you’ve also gotten to know the inner workings of my job really well.”

He nods again, wiping his sweaty palms on his slacks and doing his best to pretend he’s not freaking out. He doesn’t know where you’re going with this, can only hope it leads to more praise and not him filling a cardboard box with all the trinkets on his desk. 

“You’ve taken on a lot of the responsibilities of an executive assistant but you’re still being recognized and paid as my personal assistant. I don’t think that’s fair, so if you’re willing, I’d like to promote you.”

He’s so excited he could vibrate out of his skin, but he needs the assurance that he won’t be shared with anyone else. 

“Would I still work just for you?”

“Yes, if that’s what you want.” 

“It is,” he rushes to say, nodding for good measure as he grips the armrests of the chair. 

He sees your lips twitch, like you want to smile at him but you want to keep your composure more, and Mingyu can’t contain the beam that rises on his face in response. You take the stack of forms in hand, tap them on your desk, and hold them out to him. He reaches with shaking hands to accept the papers from you before staring down at them like they hold all the secrets to the universe. 

They kind of do, because they mean his plan is working. Sure, he didn’t set out looking to get a promotion, but he’ll take it as a sign that you appreciate his efforts and take it as inspiration to work even harder. 

You tell him he can fill out the forms at his desk but he stays, working silently alongside you until the blanks aren’t blanks and his signature covers the pages. You look up at him again when he gently places the papers on the edge of your desk, your lips finally stretched in an indulgent smile as you say, “Can you take those over to HR? They’re expecting you.”

He nods, telling you in his mind that he absolutely can and that he’ll even stop at the ground floor coffee shop on his way back to replenish your caffeine stores. You’ve already had coffee today but you’re both planning on staying late to work on some of the finer details of the project, so he knows you’ll need it. 

Mingyu won’t, your presence has all of the effects on him that caffeine does. Shaking hands, racing heart, whirling mind, he experiences all of those when he’s near you, and now that he’s working closer to you than ever, he’s even stopped getting his morning coffee. The jog and journal entry are just as effective, and cutting back means he can make your lunches even fancier. 

He works on his lunch pinterest board as he waits in line at the cafe, taking into account what he’s already made you and what you seemed to like best. Today is bulgogi braised steak and stir fried veggies, and he’s excited for you to try it. 

When he gets to the front of the line, he ignores the blatant flirting of the barista and orders your standard, paying with his credit card and a smile and standing off to the side to wait. His mind wanders back to his plan, back to the fact that you haven’t had a partner-assisted orgasm in six months, and he feels a frown tugging down the corners of his lips. 

He could make you feel so good, make you so happy, if only you’d give him the chance. 

Convincing you to cross the boundary will be difficult, but he’s hoping that his efforts will ease the way, show you that taking care of you is part of his job and all he’d be doing is adding another duty to his job description. 

Now, as he walks to the elevator with coffee in hand, he has to admit that his endeavor isn’t purely selfless. All this time working for you has led to a bit of a… crush. A crush that means he hasn’t dated since he started working for you, a crush that means he also hasn’t had a partner-assisted orgasm in just as long, a crush that means you’re the only one he really wants. 

He knows he probably can’t date you, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have you, at least in some way. And this is the only way he can think of, a way that’s mostly for you and partly for him, as all things should be. 

Step 3: Help you shed some of your professionalism.

The next step in his plan will be the most difficult yet, but if he does it right, it’ll be the last too. You’re a professional, through and through, and Mingyu knows you’ll never give in if you don’t feel more comfortable with him. Bringing you lunches and becoming your executive assistant has helped, but there’s still a separation, a distance that he can’t help but want to close. 

It helps that you keep that distance with everyone, but, being your assistant, Mingyu feels that he should be a special case. He’s not quite sure how he’ll show you that, but asking about your weekend plans seems like a good start. 

Until you tell him what your plans are, that is. 

“I have a blind date. Apparently, he works in the industry so our mutual friend thought we’d hit it off,” you shrug, as if you haven’t just pulled the rug out from under him. 

Fuck, he has to strike before you start dating again, because dating usually means sex and sex means someone other than Mingyu might be making you cum and that just won’t work for him. When he started all this, it was mostly about making sure you were treated like you deserved but now, it’s imperative to him that he’s the one treating you like you deserve. 

“Oh, that sounds nice,” he forces out, lifting the corners of his mouth and hoping it’s enough to pass for a smile. 

“I don’t have high expectations,” you respond in a nonchalant tone, squinting at something on your computer. 

“You should.”

…

He shouldn’t have said that, shit, he shouldn’t have said that, but it’s too late now. 

He could laugh it off, act like it was a joke, but he sounded too sincere, too plaintive for it to be anything but the truth. He can tell you’re surprised at his vehemence, as he doesn’t normally talk back to you, and he takes in a deep breath when you tilt your head and furrow your brows. 

This must be when you remind him of his place, when you tell him that he’s overstepped his bounds and gotten too personal, but even as he hangs his head and folds his hands together, you don’t. You don’t say anything, and he glances up at you, expecting to find a disappointed expression but instead finding a pensive one. 

“You’re right, Mingyu. I should have high expectations. When did I let them get so low?”

You’re asking yourself but, emboldened by your response, he answers anyway, “When you started dating Derek instead of me.”

“Instead of you?” You chuckle wistfully, “Mingyu, you’re my subordinate. You're not an option.”

“Maybe I’m not technically an option, but under the table, or… under the desk, I could be.”

You stare at him like you’re waiting for the punchline, but there won’t be one because he’s not joking. He’s fully serious, no matter how inappropriate it may be to offer yourself to your boss. Of course, if you say no, he’ll be packing his bags and taking the first train he can find out of pure shame and embarrassment, but if you say yes…

If you say yes, he’ll drop to his knees right here and now. 

He can’t tell which way you’re leaning, your face impassive and your eyes stormy, and he’s a bit afraid of what you’ll say so he takes the opportunity to excuse himself. 

“I’ll let you think about it, just let me know if you need anything. And I mean anything,” he says, backing towards your door and feeling around for the handle so he doesn’t have to show you his back. He bows before exiting, and as the door closes, he catches you dropping your face into your hands. 

He didn’t mean to add more to your plate, but you deserve to know he’s a possibility. How else can you make an informed decision?

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AN: pls activate my praise kink by reblogging 😍

Wooohoooo!! @Sluttywoozi This was a great ( and super hot! )finale to this little miniseries. To everyone else, this is a definite must read especially if you love a simpy mingyu like I do 💕

Adore You | Chapter 3 | KMG x F!Reader

I'd walk through fire for you, Just let me adore you

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.1k | Genre: rom com, fluff, smut, office au

Warnings: fingering, oral (f. rec.), praise kink, switch!mingyu, discussion of prophylactics, condomless piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: wears a skirt, boss bitch, touch starved, gets nails done, wap, referred to as a woman

Mingyu organizes the papers on his desk one last time, filing a few and setting one aside to copy for the morning, before turning pushing back and standing to stretch. You worked late tonight, and it’s just about time for you to be leaving. He doubts there’s anyone but security left in the building, but he’s quiet as he knocks on your door anyway.

“Come in,” you call out, rising from your seat behind your desk as he steps into your office. You smooth down your skirt, brushing away nonexistent crumbs, and bring your eyes up to meet his. There’s something in them he’s never seen before, something that looks like apprehension and… desire?

“Mingyu… When you say ‘under the desk,’ what exactly do you mean?” 

He bites back a grin, tamps down the triumph rising in his chest, and responds, “I mean I can take care of you, and no one would have to know. Whether it’s here, at your place, at mine. I can be what you need, and we can keep it just between us.”

You look away, your lip caught between your teeth, and he senses you wavering in your resolve, in your professionalism. He wants to see you act as a woman, not an executive, so he takes a step closer and undoes the first few buttons of his shirt, letting the heat in his gaze shine through for once. 

“I don’t know, it’s a big risk, we could both get fired for this,” you waffle, your eyes darting back and forth between his and the bit of skin he’s revealed. 

“We could,” he agrees. “But, you know what else could happen? I could make you cum however many times you want, clean you up, and send you on your way, and nobody would ever find out. You can be quiet, can’t you?” 

“I mean, I- yes, I can be quiet, but that’s beside the-” you stutter weakly, your voice low and trembling. 

“Let me ask you one thing, and if the answer is no, I’ll leave you alone and we can pretend this never happened.”

You nod reluctantly, shifting to stand behind your chair when he takes one step closer to you. 

“Do you want me?”

Your eyelashes flutter and your fingers tighten on the leather of your chair as you look away from him and breathe, “It’s not that simple.”

“Yes, it is. Because if you want me, I’ll give myself to you. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’ll give it to you. It can be that easy,” he begs assures you. “Just let me take care of you, that’s all I want to do.”

Silence fills your office, the air between you and Mingyu electric, and it takes everything in him to stay where he is, to stay still, to let you deliberate. Hours pass, or maybe seconds, he doesn’t know, before you turn back to face him, resolution clear in your gaze. 

“Okay. Take care of me, Mingyu.” 

Heat scorches through his limbs as he slowly closes the distance between you, approaching you carefully and reaching a hand out. When you take it, he pulls your chair back and guides you into it, following you down to land on his knees. You gasp at the sight, holding the arm rests of your chair with a tight knuckled grip as he starts to push at the hem of your skirt. 

“I’ll get you on a bed next time, promise,” he sighs, leaning in to nose along your inner thigh and sighing at the smell of your skin. You don’t respond and he looks up to find your eyes closed and your mouth open, making him wonder just how long it’s been since someone loved on you. 

He won’t ask, doesn’t think he’d like the answer, instead vows to himself that he’ll fill the gap with hours of sheer adoration, that he’ll remind you you’re someone to be treasured, to be worshiped. 

And he’ll start by sucking gentle kisses into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, resting his hands on your knees, and slowly pushing them apart to give him more room to work. You slide down in the chair and widen your legs for him, gasping the second he comes into contact with your panties. 

They’re black, silky, lacy, and they look so fucking pretty against your skin he almost doesn’t want to take them off. But they need to go if he wants to do his best for you, so he hooks his fingers into the sides and starts pulling them down, thanking you quietly when you lift your hips to ease the way. 

He can’t hold the air in his lungs when he sets eyes on you for the first time, all of his breath exiting in a whoosh he’s sure you can feel as he gazes at you in awe. You’re shining for him, swollen and open and plump and perfect, and now, you’re all his.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby. Can I call you that? Baby?” He mumbles against you, pressing his lips to your folds and letting you feel them move as he speaks. You take in a shuddering gasp, digging your manicured nails into the armrests and nodding as if you don’t trust yourself to speak. 

He’ll take it, won’t push his luck this first time, brings his fingers up to your cunt and spreads you apart so he can lap at your swollen little clit. The way the bud throbs under his tongue makes him moan, makes him nuzzle in closer, makes him wrap his lips around it and suck. You jerk against him, one of your hands delving into his hair and bringing him flush to you, and suddenly, he’s in heaven. 

Your taste is coating his tongue, your scent is surrounding him, and if he tilts his chin into you, you can grind into it and he can keep his eyes on your face, which makes him more proud of his bone structure than he’s ever been in his life. 

He loves the sensation of your hand in his hair, loves feeling you guide him where you want him, loves the way pleasure and pain seem to be at war within you as he sucks and sucks and sucks. He doesn’t stop, just follows you as you buck your hips and ride his face, breathing through his nose and swallowing down every bit of arousal that slips past his lips. 

He’s obsessed with this, obsessed with your pussy, never wants to stop or leave, just wants to make you feel good, just wants to make you cum. Soon enough, that’s all he can think about, please cum please cum please cum repeating in his head as he holds you open and drinks you down. 

It’s like you can hear him, sense his wordless begging, because you suck in a shuddering breath and break against him, your thighs snapping shut around his ears as you gush onto his face. He can feel it dripping down his jaw, groans deeply and opens his mouth wider to catch what he can before locking his lips around you again and taking another deep pull. 

You choke on nothing, your nails scratching against his scalp as you yank him closer and whisper, “Fingers, Mingyu.”

He whines into you, brings two fingers to your entrance and lets them sink in to the first knuckle, sucking noisily at your clit as he pushes them deeper inside. 

You’re searing hot and soaking wet, your walls hugging his fingers perfectly, and Mingyu just knows he’ll never feel a pussy better than yours. He’ll just have to do his absolute best to keep you, whether he stays your executive assistant or manages to get promoted to boyfriend. 

If he gets to keep doing this, he’ll be happy either way. He thinks you will be too, because you just keep getting wetter and tighter the longer he licks your throbbing clit and curls his long, thick fingers. He starts crooking them at different depths, searching for the spot that will make you flood him. 

When you jump and let out a high pitched squeak, he knows he’s found it, and he takes advantage immediately. Grinding, rubbing, tapping into it over and over and over until you’re shaking above him and clutching his hair so tight, it hurts. 

It’s a good kind of pain, especially because it’s caused by you, and Mingyu feels his cock twitch and leak and harden in response. He can tell you’re nearing the edge again, your walls fluttering around his fingers and your clit pulsing under his tongue, and he doesn’t know what you need to fall over but he’ll give anything to feel you cum again. 

He would tell you, beg you, but he’s too busy sucking your clit to get any words out, knows the worst thing he could do right now is stop. Soon enough, he’s rewarded for his efforts. You shatter into his mouth, your inner muscles undulating around his fingers as you drench his face. High, sharp gasps leave you but you make no other sounds, and as well as Mingyu knows it’s best to be quiet, he still wishes he could hear what you sound like when he makes you cum. 

That’ll have to be for next time, he promises himself as he carries you through your orgasm, crooking his fingers into your g-spot and licking at your clit until your fingers loosen in his hair and you push him away. 

There’s a pop when he pulls his mouth off you and a slick squelch when he withdraws his fingers, and he lets his gaze refocus on your face as he licks them clean. You’re glowing with pleasure, your expression soft and your eyes heavy lidded, and the gentle smile you send him makes his heart feel fit to burst. 

He loves seeing you like this, loves knowing that he’s the reason you look so content, so satisfied, and he’s almost infatuated enough to forget about his aching, dripping cock. 

“Can I just jerk off really quick? It won’t go down on its own, not after that.” 

“You can. Or you could fuck me.” 

That would bring him to his knees if he wasn’t already there. 

He didn’t expect to get to feel you tonight, or ever; he would be content to just give everything to you and take nothing for himself, if that was what you wanted. It seems you’re after more than that, and Mingyu can’t say he’s not grateful. 

Because he is, he’s grateful that you’re letting him see you, feel you, know you in this way. That you’re allowing him to touch you and taste you and take you apart. And now, you’re going to let him put himself inside of you. 

He’s the luckiest man alive. 

“Thank you,” he breathes, hoping you don’t notice that he’s suppressing tears as he unbuckles his belt with shaking hands. He’s pushing his boxers and slacks down when he realizes with a horrified gasp, “I don’t have a condom.”

Your lips pinch to the side and your eyebrows furrow before you ask, “Have you been tested recently?”

He nods, “At my last physical. Everything was clear.”

“Me too, and I have an IUD.”

“So, are you saying…” he trails off, wanting to hear it from you.

“I’m saying you can fuck me raw. And cum inside me.”

Shit, he has to grip tight at the base of his cock so he doesn’t succumb to you right here and now, and even with that it’s still dangerously close. Everything comes into sharp focus, the sounds of the city beyond the triple-pane window, the light of the moon shining on your skin, the scent of your perfume and your arousal, and above all, the expression on your face. 

You look… undone, unwound, unspooled. He’s never seen you like this before, not after all nighters, not even after the company fun run, and as fond as he is of your usual polished look, he has to admit that you’re more beautiful now than ever. 

“Mingyu?”

“Sorry! Sorry, I got distracted.”

He rises to his feet, lets his pants fall to the ground, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He’s got a tank top underneath and he doesn’t want to completely strip here in your office, but he does want to show off a little so he pulls the stretchy fabric up to rest under his pecs, leaving his abs exposed. 

Your eyes aren’t on his stomach though, they’re on his cock. He looks down, realizes he’s harder than he’s ever been, and gives himself a quick tug just to see what you’ll do. Your face crumples and you slide even lower in the chair, exhaling a breath that sounds more like a whine. He feels his lips stretch in a smirk and tries to bite it back, but he’s just too proud of how you respond to him to stop. 

“How do you want me?” He asks quietly, leaning forward and bracing his hands on the armrests to box you in. He doesn’t expect you to say, “How do you want me? You’ve obviously been thinking about this more than I have.” 

He can’t even deny it. Can’t deny that he’s pictured bending you over your desk, and taking you against the window, and hoisting you up on that little file cabinet you still keep even though almost everything is digital and he keeps reminding you to switch over and-

And ignoring all of that, there’s one way he’s always wanted to have you but never even dared to dream of. He wants to sit in your chair, the boss’s chair, and he wants you to bounce in his lap until you cum all over him. It goes against nearly everything he stands for, making you do the work, but fuck, he wants it so bad.

“Will you ride me? In your chair?” Mingyu wishes he didn’t sound so small asking you for this, but supposes it’s not so terrible when your face softens into a smile and you bend forward, just barely pressing your lips to his in a peck before you push him away with a hand on his chest. 

He lets you move him, if only because he’s so taken aback. This is the first kiss you’ve ever shared, and you did it like it was natural to you. Like you’re used to just pecking him whenever you feel fond. Like you’ve been doing it for years and it’s simply reflex by now. 

It makes him feel so… He doesn’t know how he feels. Content and safe are almost right but not quite. It’s more like a sense of belonging, like he’s just discovered he maybe belongs… with you? 

You stand and he doesn’t step away, instead he stays in your space and cautiously cups your cheek with a trembling hand. “Can I kiss you?”

His eyelids flutter shut as you nod, his mouth slightly parted and getting closer and closer to yours. He can feel your body radiating heat, the magnet that used to be his heart pulling him into you, and when your lips touch his, all of his wayward pieces fall into place. All of those nights spent alone weren’t for nothing, they weren’t a waste of time, because he spent them waiting for you. 

He makes the most forlorn noise when you pull away, but you’re insistent and he won’t keep you if you don’t want to be kept. He’s not sure that’s the case, though. Heat simmers in your eyes as you look at him, the last wall keeping him from you crumbling away in the wake of your desire. 

You reach for his shoulders and pull him down, switching places with him and guiding him into your chair. He sits heavily, spreading his legs and taking hold of your hips to steady you as you carefully straddle him. 

He wishes he could see more of you but he understands why he can’t, just promises himself he’ll lay you out and worship your whole body as soon as you give him the chance while he takes in a shuddering breath and lines himself up. 

The head of his cock comes into contact with your warm, wet pussy, and already he knows he won’t be the same after this. 

You’re just too perfect, too soft and soaked and searing hot, for him to be any type of normal as he pushes inside of you. You open up for him beautifully, your walls stretching to take his dick like it was made for you. When he finally peels his eyes away from the sight of your cunt swallowing his cock, he’s greeted with an expression on your face he’s never seen before. 

You look… relieved, your eyes closed and your mouth agape in bliss, like he's giving you something you’ve been needing, missing, desiring. 

Fuck, did your ex have a small dick? So not only could he not make you cum, he couldn’t satisfy you in that way either? Well, Mingyu can, and he will. He’ll give you everything you could ever need or want, and he won’t ever disappoint you like your ex constantly did. 

Starting with filling you up right, giving you something you can really squeeze down on, something that will hit all the best spots. And trying his absolute best not to cum while doing so. 

It’ll be difficult with how fucking good he feels, your hot cunt like a vise around him, molding so perfectly to his length that even the veins webbing his dick are supported. But, as always, you’re his priority and the most imperative thing right now is making sure you feel good. 

“How is it?” He breathes raggedly, staring up at you and waiting for you to find your words.

“Fucking perfect, Mingyu. You’re so big inside me,” you sigh, letting your head tilt back on your neck and slowly rising on your knees before falling back down. 

He twitches within your walls at your words, and at the languid pace you set, your lush pussy engulfing him over and over as he shifts to clutch at the armrests of the chair, his fingers digging into the fabric so they don’t dig into you. 

You don’t allow that for long, taking hold of his hands and bringing them back to your hips insistently, your face stern as you say, “Keep them on me.”

He shivers beneath you, nodding and gazing into your eyes, knowing that all of his feelings are laid bare in them. His desire, his need, his affection, his admiration, his… love. 

Your expression softens and you squeeze his hands, leaning down for a deep, languorous kiss before shuffling a bit closer and speeding up, your arms wrapping around his neck as your hips smack into his. 

The feeling of being buried in your flawless cunt over and over is enough to spark up the slowburn of his climax, heat coiling at the base of his spine as you start to bounce on him, just like he wanted. 

His hands smooth along your soft skin, his arms wrapping around you to help you move and to hold you close, your heart beating hard against his. He’s trying to be quiet and he can tell you are too, but he wants to talk to you, wants to tell you everything on his mind and in his heart. He supposes he’ll save it for next time, when he has you on a bed and in complete privacy. 

For now, he’ll bite his lip to muffle his sounds, half wanting to bite them into your neck and fully knowing he’s not allowed to. Besides, he wants to keep his eyes on you, on your face, so he can watch you take his dick, watch you get closer and closer, your eyelashes fluttering like your cunt is as you start to climb the hill. 

He’s right there with you, his cock twitching and leaking inside of your undulating pussy as he unravels one arm and brings his fingers down between your legs. He rubs at your clit with two fingers in the way he’s learned you like, staring desperately into your eyes as you sink down on him one last time and come apart. 

If the feeling of your cunt rippling around him isn’t enough to push him over the edge, the look on your face is. He fights to keep his eyes open so he can watch you, so he can carry you through your orgasm even as he’s ravaged by his own, his cum spilling so deep inside you, he hopes it’ll never leave. 

He holds you in the warm circle of his arms as you try to regain your breath, your heart thudding against his even through your blouse. He smooths his hands up and down your back, untucking your shirt so he can feel you palm to skin and bringing you closer so you can rest your head on his chest. 

Aftercare is just as, if not more, important than preparation in Mingyu’s mind, and his brand of aftercare entails cuddling for as long as possible. 

Cuddling, of course, turns to sleep. He wakes to his cock half hard inside of you and the sun rising in the picture windows of your office. He would be worried, but it’s not uncommon for the two of you to work early into the morning, and thankfully, it’s now a Saturday so the building should be next to empty. 

You stir when you feel him twitch within your walls, taking in a deep breath and exhaling it on a content sigh as you pick your head up and blink at him with bleary eyes. Your mascara is a little smudged, but he knows you keep makeup wipes for emergencies, so that will be easy to take care of. 

As will his hard on, apparently, because you start grinding on him, clenching around him until he’s fully hard inside of you and then clenching some more, your pussy so tight and wet on him, it’s like he’s wrapped in molten velvet. 

It doesn’t take much for him from there, just your whispered words of what you’ll let him do to you if only he’ll cum for you first and he’s pumping you full of spend again, groaning weakly into your neck as his balls empty inside of you. 

You let him rest for a few minutes before starting to pull away, smiling softly at his responding whine and pecking him on the nose when he releases you from his arms. You pluck a few tissues from the box on your desk and reach down between your legs, rising up just enough for his cock to slip out before catching all the cum with the tissues. Mingyu brings his hand up, replacing yours and gazing up at you with stars in his eyes as you start to fix your hair. 

It’s not too messy, and once he’s cleaned away the cum, your clothes are easy to right. When he’s done fussing over you, it almost looks like this never even happened. Mingyu can’t help the hollow feeling in his heart, wishing that he was going home with you instead of to his own empty apartment. 

He tidies his own clothes as you log out of your computer, organizing your desk one last time before turning to look at him with a relaxed smile. You take his hands in yours, swing them gently, and say, “Thank you, Mingyu. You don’t know what you’ve done for me, I haven’t felt this worry free in months.”

He grins in response, his feelings forgotten for a moment as you sweep him up in your current, as he realizes he’s accomplished exactly what he set out to do. 

He holds your hand all the way to the door of your office, reluctantly untangling his fingers from yours as you reach for the handle. Before you pull, you turn to him with a hesitant look on your face. 

“Are you, I mean, do you think you’d like to- Would you come to mine tonight? You could… stay over too. I’ll cancel my date.”

Mingyu hopes his smile isn’t too big, hopes his cheeks and ears aren’t too red, hopes his joy isn’t too obvious as he nods far more eagerly than he should. 

“I would love that,” he adds on for good measure, taking your hand for one last squeeze as you open the door. 

He can’t hold your hand in the elevator or in the lobby, but he feels like he’s floating as he follows you outside into the brisk morning air, the wave goodbye you send him before you turn and walk away feeling much more like a wave hello.

AN: woohoo! this little miniseries is done!! thank you to @bbychocolat for supporting me and @bahng-chrizz for encouraging me to post early just bc i wanted to and @petrichor-mingi for beta reading!

i hope this ending was worth the wait! pls let me know your feelings 💖

𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 — kmg

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pairing: afab!reader x kim mingyu

word count: 3.5k

summary: sometimes it's hard to say what you want. sometimes, mingyu is just being insufferably coy.

content warning: more smut, slight angst, boyfriend!mingyu, nudity, explicit sexual acts (dirty talk, dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex), discussions about contraception, dacryphilia(?), dom/sub dynamics, slight degradation, pet names, sub!mingyu is losing his mind

a/n: hugely inspired by @highvern who made my soul sparkle when i read the 'teach me' series and then had to get all my feelings out in a self-indulgent gyu fic. ty once again to @beomcoups and @wonuwoe for being my champions <3 and for your patience! hope this is even a little bit as special for you to read as it was for me to write ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Broad, brawny, strapping young idol, Kim Mingyu. The very image of a gym rat, filling every space he enters twice the size of everyone else; A true BFG. 

And a total mess beneath your gaze as you ride his fingers without rest, legs bucking you up every time he presses against your g-spot and sends stars flying up your body and out through your mouth. 

Mingyu has always admired (envied, resented, adored) your self control. It makes him feel like a horny loser for never lasting as long as you do, and eternally grateful that he can stay hard after cumming just to feel you palpitate around him with your quiet, quivering sighs, launching him into another orgasm even more devastating than the last. 

When you’d first got together and had the sex safety talk, you told him he could ‘just pull out’, and in that moment he’d felt relatively confident about his abilities. But then he’d felt you, and tasted you, and before you could even get your panties off, he was leaking more precum than felt humanly possible.

You’d agreed to take birth control to curb his crippling fear of coming inside unexpectedly. And for your own peace of mind. Which seemed easier settled than his, frighteningly resigned to the side effects that birth control might bring — a concern he wouldn’t let you neglect, encouraging you to attend regular check ups every other month. 

Eventually you told him that while it was endearing he cared so much, it could feel a little overbearing from time to time. It still took a boat load of convincing to get him on board with the pill. You’d said you knew the risks, and while it was unfair there was no male equivalent, you’d shown no abnormal reaction to the pill and were an adult; you knew well enough how to take care of yourself. How you cared a whole lot about your body, and his misled doting could border on condescension if he wasn’t careful. 

(He’d put on a brave face for your conversation, never wanting to make it about himself, then cried to his mom on the phone later that day about how selfish he’d been. She told him to get over it and to try being a woman.) 

Perhaps if he was a woman he’d be in less pain right now. Watching you wind down over a glass of wine like he wasn’t sulking up a fit, his cock so hard that it crooned against his boxers. 

Despite his size and laid-back demeanor, he’s always been a bit bashful. Blushing at the slightest pinch of attention and covering his face with his jersey over some good-natured teasing. It was too bad he’d made himself such an easy target over the years. Any attempt to become non-chalant was at odds with every preexisting relationship in his life and was imminently met with even more teasing. 

Still, no one makes him feel as embarrassed as you do. It’s like a sick cycle. You peek one second too long at his lips and his ears turn pink, making you grin, filling his chest with a familiar ache and making his dick purr.

“Excited, Gyu?” you’d asked him just an hour ago, sat squished together on the lounge loveseat. Your hand poised on his thigh as he tried not to salivate over your compliments. You’d just been doting on him over his latest interview, head heavy with giggles as you rolled around and gushed about your ‘gorgeous boyfriend’ . You’d been particularly tickled by the discussion of ‘Men in their 20s’, Mingyu’s input being as loathing as you’d expect. Once you’d had your fun imitating his exasperated response, you pet his hair like he was a well-trained dog and scratched under his chin for good measure. 

That’s where this particular spiral started. 

The bristle of your nails against the hollow of his jaw left him struggling not to pant. It hadn’t been two days since you’d last touched him, and already he was feeling a little lightheaded. This didn’t stop him from tucking his tail between his legs and pretending to be a good, placid, boy. Eyes all round and twinkling like a deer in headlights; mouth agape as he tries to say that dinner is in the fridge and he’d happily heat it up for you as soon as you’d—

Then, you’d raked those same hands over his neck. And like a never-before-touched-40-year-old-virgin, he let out a pornographic whimper, curling into you with legs spread just wide enough to display the stiff beneath his shorts.

“My puppy, what’s wrong?” 

Instead of answering, he purses his lips and takes a few short, constricted breaths. Closing his eyes as if he can will this whole situation away (or to a head) by pretending it doesn’t exist.

“Can’t help you if you won’t talk to me, Gyu.” 

It was his least practiced skill: just fucking saying what he wants. He’s always too caught up in how turned on you make him or how vulnerable he feels. How deeply he enjoys the way you look at him with the eyes of a predator, and how hot he gets at the thought of being your prey.

“Gyu. Slow down.” For a man with the body mass Mingyu possesses, he’s always had a lack of spatial awareness. Bumping into the kitchen island every other morning; bonking heads in the elevator when he tries to give you a forehead kiss; generally not noticing injuries until he’s flexing in the bathroom mirror and a large bruise has appeared where once there was nothing.

His sex drive was no exception. He grinds against the cotton of his trousers without a single thought, even now as you lay your hand heavy against his throat and mock him for it.

“Such a desperate little puppy, can’t even breathe, humping yourself like a bitch in heat.”

With his airways partially blocked and his eyes squeezed shut, this friction feels almost as good as your hand might. 

“Stop.” This time, the instruction is clear, the heel of your palm digging into his hip bone and forcing him to sit still. He trembles like an injured animal and you don’t hide your snort; the sound is like a bitter spirit left on his salivary glands and it only makes him more liquid in your arms.

“Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll help you, bug.”

“M’sorry, can’t…” 

“Gyu.” It’s a firm warning and still he bites his tongue in resistance:

“I— Fuck… ngh, can’t, I can’t—“

Working himself up over something as simple as wanting to be touched… Well, it makes you wonder if he enjoys being punished. Tears already trail down his temples, thick and heavy as they fall into his damp hair, and every time you lick at the salty water he bucks up into nothing again.

There’s only one way this is going to end. At this rate, with how you’re repeating his favorite nickname in the arch of his ear, the idea of playing nonchalant seems hilarious. How could he ever stay quiet or, god forbid, composed with you around?

It wasn’t always this way, mind you. Communication was a huge part of your relationship. Of course that included acknowledging anything that made you feel ashamed or unattractive. Physical, taboo, emotional: when one of you got shy, you were given a week of grace to iron things out, then you’d have to face the music and let the other in. It didn’t matter how. Actually, there were an infinite amount of ways to sort things out and you were both sticklers for likelihoods and probabilities.

But after six months, Mingyu still couldn’t verbalize his needs. The two ways he’d express himself were whimpering at inopportune moments or folding his legs extra tight until you got the idea. Initially, it was endearing; even after all this time, it’s still sweet and adorable (and a little bit of a turn-on). It sure gave you ample ground to assert your dominance over him. It also gave you a lot to tease him about after the fact. But in some ways, it suffocated you. In some ways, it made you feel gross for controlling the narrative. 

“Actually,” you reckon with a tone so disinterested he isn’t sure how to recognize it as your voice: “I don’t feel like this right now.” 

Then you cross your legs and shuffle across the couch, plucking your phone from the coffee table to retreat inside of it. You’re sure there was an abandoned webtoon chapter to keep you distracted. Anything to quell the bile rising in your throat. 

Before he has a moment to recognize how blue his balls are, Mingyu makes the most sorrowful sound you’ve ever heard. Your head whips around, and what you find is devastating: the big lug has his knees tucked to his chest with his hands squishing against his cheeks. His pearly teeth are gnashed together but barely visible behind his forearm as his shoulders shudder, up and down, up and down.

“Please, please, don’t stop… touching, me, need… Please don’t stop, want you— can you?” and when his begging ends in a whisper of your name, your resolve snaps. You slide onto the ground, hands weaseling between his knees as you look up at him through bleary eyes of your own. 

“Gyu?”

“no, no, I’m sorry, I know. Know I’m the worst — so stupid,”

While you expect him to react poorly, this was not the way you’d wanted it to go. The tears that leave his eyes aren’t pleasant or cathartic-they’re crushing. The weight of his sobs makes him look so so small, and his shoulders twitch at your slightest touch, and now you feel even sicker. But you hold it in, knowing that there’s no way he’ll calm down without a steady hand guiding him.

“Mingyu, breathe baby. Breathe. Let’s just try to breathe together.” 

It only takes a few rounds of counting in squares to wind him down, after which he wipes his tears roughly and clears his throat. 

“Sorry for—“ 

“It’s okay to cry. I’m sorry for overwhelming you. And stopping so suddenly.” A small point of contact between you remains at the apex of his ankle and the soft of your hand. It’s not enough but it’s the only thing that reminds him to breathe. 

“I know—know it’s okay to cry.” 

You snuffle a giggle at his pouty response; “I know you know it’s okay to cry. But sometimes we don’t feel that way, y’know.” 

God. You’re so stupidly smart. So patient with him. God, he’s in love with you. And he’s such a mess.

“Of course… Of course I want to say it,” he tries to avoid your gaze but the fingers now pressing on his calf won’t let him. 

“Want to tell you what I want. But I’m really.. I’m so scared. Scared and not really of you, even though it’s kind of hot when I am, but something about it feels… wrong?” 

You listen without interrupting him or egging him on, chuckling when it seems appropriate and nodding as he trips over his words in worry.

“Like I’m… being like, I dunno, I’m not being the man? Or… something.

His hesitation is filled with sniffles against the overpriced hoodie he’d purchased just a week before. He’ll curse himself out for that later, undoubtably. Good thing he has the knack for a good hand wash.

—But I want to… I wanna try. Can I try?” 

“Now?”

“Mm… want you now.” 

Hearing it from his mouth for the first time in so long sends a bright red flush all over you. Your head dips low as a coy grin replaces that wrinkle between your brows you’d been keeping warm. Mingyu settles his focus on your face to avoid any more distractions. The demure purse of your lips is more than enough to encourage him to continue. Even if he stutters in anticipation a bit along the way.

“So beautiful. I, I love your smile, makes me feel so warm and…weird? Good weird, just like I wanna kiss you all the time. And look at you smiling. And at the same time, smiling at me, and I love it when I feel your tongue on mine, fuck, when I feel your tongue at all” 

His words flow freely as you stretch your legs over his and settle in his lap. His hands move in even strokes down your sides and arms and thighs, gently cupping your face as he admires you. Well, it certainly seems like he’s getting the hang of it. 

“S’all I can think about when I get sweaty… So weird, but I get sweaty and I imagine you licking it off me, shit, look at how pretty you are, shit, shit,”

As he hears himself, he suddenly feels like he could wax poetic for hours (or ramble, whatever this was). If it meant making you look as pleased as you do right now, he’d happily make a living out of it. 

“Can I touch you? So beautiful, wanna feel ya…” The drawl of his accent gets thicker as he rambles on.

“You sure, puppy?” After all that emotional exhaustion it feels a bit strange to be so intimate. The last thing you want is for him to smother his feelings with sex. But then you see the conviction in his flared nostrils and set lips; the very face he makes when you’ve had a bad day and insist everything is fine. When all he ever wants is an excuse to shower you with his love. 

“Yes. F’you’ll let me?” And when he asks so nicely, who are you to deny him?

There’s a slight back and forth as he tries to unbutton your jeans as fast as possible and it all goes so quickly you don’t really register how awkward it is, wiggling out of them in his lap on the couch. But Mingyu’s athleticism never fails him, especially in moments like these. 

The foray over your sticky panties has him searching maniacally for some purchase beneath you. He rubs and pulls and taps until you’re canting into his knuckles sporadically. By the time he’s pulled them to the side and gathers your wetness in his grip, he might be the hardest he’s ever been. 

“God, gonna, wanna make you cum—can I please? Show you?” 

It’s your turn now to be silent, nodding profusely into his cheek as you nibble at his earlobe. There’s one sentiment you refuse to voice in this moment, as the pad of his thumb zeroes in on your clit and drags it in circles: that you’re cooked. You’ve never been this wet in your life, and if you had an ounce of self-awareness left in you, you’d shudder at the slick mess you’ve made. Or the blown out pupils lolling to the back of your head. Or the saliva that drools down your chin in excess and slings onto his. 

But Mingyu is no better: if you weren’t sitting atop him, a dangerous puddle of his own precum would be proudly on display. Somehow the thought turns him on even more. 

“Could come like this, in my pants, nnghh, but I wanna, wanna do it while you ride my fingers, can you…” 

“Fuck! Gyu, just gimme—“ The sentence dies before its finish as he takes your excited exclamation and sprints. The longest of his four fingers push into your hole to fit snugly against your walls, pulsing against him like they’re welcoming him home. 

“Love feeling you on me, my fingers, my—nngh, my cock, made for me, made for you” It comes out a sadistic whine while he bullies them into you with that same doe eyed look.

“Got so much to do, wanna do, wanna make—“

“Gyu, s’good. So good. All mine.”

“Yours. All yours, f’you’ll have me? Have me?”

The words circulate from your empty head straight to your core and you swear, you could cry. He keeps pleading for you to have him and take him and the fever of it all overwhelms you.

In the fissure between the pit of your stomach and where all this untenable excitement likes to linger, something weird begins to coil. Heating so rapidly that you have no time to warn him of it. One moment you’re there, and then next, you’re not; You’re somewhere where there’s color as far as the eye can see, and all you can feel is bliss. Once you do manage to open your eyes, you notice the pool of liquid that now sticks his tank top and pants to his lower belly and thighs. 

Well, shit. You just squirted. And in record time, Mingyu might add. Was this all he had to do to get you riled up? Just divulge his every wet dream and watch you crumble beneath (or atop) him?  

You don’t even double take his soaked white shirt, now stuck to his abdomen with slick, or the dampened the seat of his pants that leave very little to the imagination. You’re wasted with the whiplash of everything that has just happened and truthfully, you couldn’t care less. 

The only thing that brings reality back to your conscience is the continuing buck of his hips.

“My baby, did so good. You wanna cum?” 

“Yes!” He’s squeaking at this point, a pile of incoherent pet names and wet moans. He could probably come in his pants if you hadn’t suggested otherwise, just happy to be in close proximity to you like this: Soaking his clothes and skin and all sweaty all over him. 

Mingyu is so distracted by the image that he barely notices the sticky feelings of his trousers being pulled off. 

“Hands are shaking, m’sorry, your hands—“ 

“I know Gyu. It’s okay.”

There’s no space for him to hold you til you’re steady—his primary concern—with your entrance fluttering over him, still reeling from your orgasm. An ache he didn’t even realize was there is relieved the moment you stretch around him. Welcoming him home. He really could die happy like this: admiring the curve of your chin from below and so, so warm. The image of you, anchoring yourself on his shoulders and hips settled between his, is one he’ll be haunted by forever. 

“Go.” You say it with the last of your energy and a firm bite to his neck. 

He doesn’t need any further instruction; he’s so fucking glad you’ll still tell him what to do. 

The rhythm he sets is animalistic. Heaving and whining and fucking up into you with more force than you’d expected him to be capable of. Something feral takes over your boyfriend and you wish you had the energy to watch it. Maybe you’ll just have to do this all again with a camera filming. God, that would drive him absolutely insane.

With the pace and how worked up he’s become, it’s no surprise when he pulls out a few minutes later to come. Strong arms yank you down and suddenly you’re sat on top of his cock, grinding it against his stomach with his direction.

“Coming, I’m, nnngh fuck!” Mingyu’s voice rises about two octaves as he finishes in white all over his belly. It spurts out long enough for you to feel the aftershocks. In his shivering thighs, in his clenched abs, and the overstimulated cries that catch in his throat.

It may take a long time to recover, but you’re grateful for the break. When Mingyu stands from the couch with you in his arms, you already know he’s taking you to the shower. He strips you as carefully as he can muster and grimaces at the messes made of you both in the harsh overhead light. 

“You shower first.” It’s the first thing you’ve said in a while and he seems bewildered; not just by your wary voice, but by the idea of taking care of himself before taking care of you. So cute, you think. But you refuse to let up. You take a towel from the heated rack and gather all of your clothes in it, holding the sack out as if to say ‘add it to the pile’. Once he’s naked you shove him gently towards the running water and drag yourself out to the laundry room. It only takes a few seconds before you hear those long feet shuffling behind you. 

“Don’t even think about it. I’ll be right back.” 

A silence lingers and you know full well he hasn’t turned back just yet. Alright. You’ll coax him through this part. 

“I’ll shower with you. Just make sure it’s warm for me?” He giggles at that. All it takes is making something a task for Mingyu to thrust himself into it, full force. The retreating footfall that follows is more than enough to make you smile. And laugh, just a bit. 

“Thank you, Gyu.” 

“Anything for you.”

penned by rowan. in reference to this interview among other things.

Meet The Parents | kmg x f!reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.2k

Summary: Mingyu is meeting your parents today, and it absolutely must go well. So why are you teasing him like this?

For May 💖 happy early birthday i love and adore you

Warnings: meeting the parents, wine and food mention, brief talk of the future and kids, suggestive thoughts, mingyu is horny and in love, fingering, marking, car sex, semi public sex, creampie

AN: not everyone has two parents that are still together (i know i don’t) but for the purpose of this story, reader does 

Mingyu’s left hand tightens on the steering wheel, the fingers of his right tensing on your thigh, as he navigates the streets of the neighborhood you grew up in. You’ve been pointing things out to him - the tree you broke your ankle climbing in the sixth grade, the house your childhood best friend lived in, the cul de sac that had the best halloween candy - and he wishes he was less nervous so he could fully enjoy all these little memories with you. 

But how could he not be nervous? He’s had two hours to think about this and now he’s minutes away from meeting the people who made you, and he loves you, and he has to make a good first impression! Usually, parents love him because of his winning smile and polite manners, but yours may feel differently. It doesn’t help that you’re wearing that skirt, the one that sits all pretty on your luscious thighs, the one that makes you look like a princess, the one that he fucked you in just last week. 

Mingyu doesn’t want his mind to go there, but as soon as the thought pops into his head, he’s picturing the way he bent you over the kitchen table and flipped the skirt up only to find you bare, and how he dropped to his knees and made you cum on his tongue and fingers before finally giving you his cock. He remembers how you felt wrapped around him, how you begged and pleaded for him to cum inside of you, how you cried when fucked his seed back in with his fingers after it started to drip out of your perfect little pussy. 

Fuck, he’s getting hard, and according to you, your house is only three streets away. He wills his mind to return to the safe zone, the zone that doesn’t make him want to pull over and fuck you in the backseat in broad daylight, but the warmth and softness of your thigh under his hand just reminds him how warm and soft you are all over. There’s not much time left, and the only thing he can think to do is remove his hand from your thigh and attempt to think about terrible, horrible, awful things. 

Your hair in the shower drain, that one episode of My Strange Addiction, the time he lost so bad in Overwatch that he cried, and he’s back. 

Just in time too, as he takes a right and rolls to a slow stop in front of your parent’s house. He pulls in a deep breath, shifts to park, and turns the car off before looking at you. You’re already staring with a sweet smile on your face and he can feel his cheeks heat, feel his heart start to race, feel his shoulders bunch up by his ears. 

Even after six months together, having your full attention on him makes him feel bashful for some reason. Maybe it’s because you’re his dream girl, maybe it’s because he knows just how lucky he is to be with you, maybe it’s because he feels like you can see straight into his big, fat, full-of-love-for-you heart. Maybe it’s all three, but he can’t complain when the very fact that he gets shy around you is evidence he gets to be around you. 

He feels your hand squeeze his arm, shakes himself out of the stupor he falls into when he looks at you for too long, and nods when you ask him if he’s ready to get out of the car. He’s not, but he doesn’t think he ever will be so now’s as good a time as any. 

He also doesn’t want to keep your parents waiting, knowing that punctuality is a hallmark of a good, respectable boyfriend, as is running around his sedan at a near comical speed so he can open your door before you do. Your eyes sparkle as you look up at him from your seat in his car and he tries to pretend the hand he offers you isn’t shaking, but assumes he’s not successful as your expression softens into something fond. 

“They’ll love you, Mingyu,” you promise him, giving his hand a squeeze to emphasize your point as you climb out and stand. Your free hand rises to fix his hair, and suddenly that’s something else he’s nervous about. He got his hair cut just for this, just to meet your parents, and he feels a bit exposed without the long waves covering his ears and neck. He does like how you fuss over him though, and it’s nice to be able to fuck your brains out without his hair getting in his eyes and obscuring his view of you, so there are two pros to the one con. 

“Alright, you look so handsome, and you’re such a good boyfriend, and you’ll impress the shit out of them!” You quietly hype him up before asking, “Wanna go inside?”

He takes in a trembling breath, nods, and looks to your front door only to find it open, with your parents standing just outside the threshold. His ears flame at the knowledge that they’d witnessed this little moment between him and their daughter, but at least he didn’t try to cop one last feel in front of them too. 

They wave, and he smiles and waves back, and then you and him are walking up the driveway hand in hand. There’s no time to back out now, not that he wants to, and all he can do is hope and pray and wish and manifest that this goes well, because it has to. 

Dinner goes smoothly enough, Mingyu thinks. 

Your parents worked together to make all the food, and Mingyu even recognizes some of the dishes as things you’ve made for him before. He figured you learned how to cook while you were growing up because you’re such a natural in the kitchen, and this is confirmation. It’s also a glimpse into the future he wants to have with you, one where you make things together and share them with people you love. 

Your dad doesn’t grill him like he expects, instead drawing him into a conversation about the merits of college basketball, which gives him an opportunity to share the experience of being on his university’s team. It lights your dad up, the fact that Mingyu played in college, and he spends half of dinner asking about Mingyu’s favorite teams. 

Your mom asks a lot of questions about his family: how his mom is, what his parents do for work, if he has any siblings, if he wants kids and if he does, how many. The last question throws him for a bit of a loop, but he recovers soon enough, answering, “I do, but how many isn’t just my decision.” 

That seems to be the correct response, her face relaxing into a soft smile before she looks at you and winks. He doesn’t know what the wink means but assumes it’s something good, and the tight feeling in his chest starts to abate. 

Once they’ve inquired about everything they want to know, the conversation tilts to you. Your parents haven’t seen you in a couple months - the two hour drive is hard to incorporate into your schedule - and though you talk regularly, there’s still catching up to do. You tell them how it’s going at your new job, how your coworkers are kind but nosy, and how your boss is demanding and strict. They hear about the dog you fell in love with while you were volunteering at the shelter, and about how your circle of friends is doing, and about how Rachel just keeps getting back together with Sean no matter how much you tell her he won’t change. 

Mingyu listens attentively, practically hanging on your every word as if he hasn’t heard all of this before, and it’s only when you stand to get another bottle of wine that he remembers what you’re wearing. 

The sight of your thighs sends him spiraling, your skirt brushing over them like he wishes his hands could, and he clenches the silverware in his fists, praying that his sudden want isn’t obvious. He averts his eyes when you return, stares down at his nearly empty plate as if it holds all the secrets to the universe, and looks up only when you place a hand on his shoulder and ask if he wants another glass. 

He doesn’t trust his voice, doesn’t think his answer won’t come out hoarse with the way his throat has tightened with lust, so he just shakes his head. More wine will only make it worse, the taste of the red on his tongue already reminding him of the last time you got wine drunk together. You made it through two bottles before he pulled you into his lap, pushed his thigh between your legs, and helped you grind back and forth until you soaked his sweats. 

Groaning in his mind, he tugs at the legs of his jeans, trying to give himself more room as blood rushes down into his cock. It doesn’t help that you lean over the table to pour wine into your parents’ glasses, giving him a peek at the panties you’ve got on today. Just by the little bit of color and fabric he sees, he knows they’re his favorite pair, and suddenly he’s all too aware that you did this on purpose. 

Wore his favorite skirt and his favorite panties and bent over just a bit more than you needed to, just so he could see. You’re so evil but so fucking hot, and, swallowing the smirk, Mingyu decides to come up with a little plan of his own. 

When you sit back down, he splays a big hand over your thigh, his touch low enough to seem innocent but high enough to tease you. Through the rest of the meal, he dotes on you. Runs his thumb along your soft skin, praises your brilliant mind and work ethic, presses a kiss to your cheek when your parents aren’t looking. He knows you love his attention, love when he shows how obsessed he is with you, but he also knows you know his increased affections usually lead to one of two things. 

Him dragging you to bed to cuddle you until you fall asleep, or him dragging you to bed and fucking you into the mattress. 

Neither of those things are possible here, but he’s hoping he can rile you up enough that you get a taste of your own medicine. 

“Honey, why don’t you give Mingyu a tour while your father and I clear the table?” Your mom suggests, making you jump. You must have been zoning out, and he can only hope you were thinking about what he’s been thinking about. If not, he’ll just have to accept that he’s the horny one in this relationship. It’s a cross he’s willing to bear, especially if it means you always know how much he wants you. 

Your thigh flexes under his palm and he gives you a squeeze, his fingers digging in a bit too much to pass as a show of affection rather than a sign of want. 

“Yeah, mom, that sounds good.”

You stand quickly, your chair scratching on the hardwood, and his hand falls to his own lap as he looks up at you. Your pupils are dilated and you look slightly frazzled, but you compose yourself quickly and hold your hand out, waiting for him to take it before pulling him up from his chair and tugging him from the dining room. He follows at a sedate pace, his long legs allowing him to easily keep up with you as you lead him to the stairs. 

He loses the upper hand here, his eyes instantly drawn to the way your ass moves under your skirt with each step climbed. Stairs have always been a treacherous place for him due to his clumsiness, but he never knew he’d be in danger like this. By the time you make it to the top, he’s half hard and nearly panting, and it takes everything in him not to push you up against the wall and drop to his knees. 

The look you give him when you turn around tells him you know, and the smirk that stretches your lips tells him he’s in for even more trouble. You back up to a door, one covered in drawings and stickers, and place your hand on the knob, slowly turning it and backing into the room. 

“This was my bedroom, can you tell?” You ask innocently, your eyes slowly traversing the posters and stuffed animals you’d left behind. He takes one stilted step, then another, crossing the threshold and feeling like he’s entering the lion’s den, except this den has pink walls and a princess bed and this lion has his heart. 

You sit on the bed, the mattress bouncing with your weight, and smooth your skirt out over your plush thighs. He can hear your parents puttering about in the kitchen, hear the buzz of their easy conversation, hear the warning bells in his mind telling him not to come any closer to you. But he’s never been good at listening to those warnings, so he walks further into the room, his eyes stuck on you rather than the decor he should be taking in. 

You pat the spot next to you, your face open and patient as you wait for him to join you. It feels like a mistake, sinking down onto the covers beside you, but it’s too late to change his mind now. He’ll just have to hope you don’t try anything because his restraint is already razor thin and stretched far past capacity. 

“Are you thinking about it yet?” You whisper, your dulcet voice sounding like a devil on his shoulder. 

“Thinking about what?” He responds, though he dreads knowing the answer. 

“Fucking me in this bed.”

You sound nonchalant, unbothered, but he can see the desire in your eyes, knows you’re just as hot for him as he is for you. He also knows you’re teasing yourself as well as him, because you’re both fully aware there’s no way he’s fucking you in your parents’ house. 

Not while they’re home, at least. 

“Baby, please,” he begs in a hushed voice. “I’m trying to make a good impression.”

“You already have, Gyu. They love you, just like I said they would,” you drop the act just long enough to reassure him, sensing the anxiety in his words and kindly attempting to set him at ease. It doesn’t really work, his nerves are too fried and his body's too wired, both from meeting your parents and from having to endure the war you’ve decided to wage on him. 

He’s thankful you’ve seemingly decided to back off, his heart slowly returning to a normal pace and his lungs able to fill with air again. Until you open your mouth and say something else. 

“How about you fuck me on the way home?”

Shit. Now he’s thinking about you, spread out over the hood of his car, crying as he thrusts into you over and over and over. You, halfway in the backseat as he takes you from behind. You, riding him in the driver’s seat until he fills you up. You, you, you. Always you. 

He shakes his head, trying to dislodge the dirty thoughts that keep invading his mind, but how is he supposed to do that when you’re staring at him like you are and saying the things you’re saying? 

Even worse is the fact that he knows that’s exactly what he’ll do, fuck you on the way home. Whether it’s in the car or in the nicest motel he can find for you, he’s going to be balls deep inside of you just like you want. 

You must sense his resolve crumbling because you shift closer, set a hand on his thigh, and lean in, pressing your lips to the hinge of his jaw and lightly sucking. He squeezes his eyes closed, clenches his teeth, and steels himself to do something he’s never done before - deny you. 

“If you don’t stop, I’m not fucking you today at all.” 

He’s bluffing but he sounds serious enough for you to believe him, your mouth detaching from his neck on a gasp as you process his words. He stares straight ahead, knowing that if you look into his eyes you’ll see the lie in them, see that there’s no way he could stand to go without you, especially after you’ve been teasing him like this. 

“So you will if I do stop?” You question in a hushed voice, almost sounding like you’re bargaining. 

“That’s the deal,” he confirms with a nod, feeling your eyes on him and hoping you aren’t seeing right through him like you usually can. 

“Alright, Gyu, I’ll be good.” 

He pushes out a sigh, knowing you chose those words on purpose. They’re the ones you say when he’s feeling more dominant than desperate, when he wants to tell you what to do and watch you do it, when giving isn’t enough and he needs to take instead. But he also knows that you always mean it, always want to be good for him if that’s what he wants from you, even if you did take this as one last opportunity to tease him. 

You’re true to your word, your touches innocent and your devil horns put away as he chats with you and your parents over tea and a tray of cheese and fruit. You’ll need to get on the road soon if you want to make it home before dark, and Mingyu is already about to vibrate out of his skin at the thought of finally getting his hands on you. 

He can tell you’re counting down the minutes in your head too, by the way you can’t seem to keep your eyes off him or stop your knee from bouncing or fully concentrate on the conversation. Mingyu fills in the gaps you leave, does his best to act as if he’s not currently picturing you naked, and laughs probably a bit too much every time your dad makes a joke.

He’s nervous again, mainly because his thoughts are far from pure and your parents are far too close, but also because he’s not sure you won’t jump him the minute you settle into the car. He’d like to at least get a few miles away before devouring you, and he doesn’t know if you’ll give him the opportunity to do so. 

Obviously, Mingyu’s not complaining. It gives him a sense of pride that he can affect you this way, make you want him enough to change your plans when you were clearly hellbent on getting him to fuck you in your twin bed. In almost any other house with almost any other people, he would’ve been more than down, but he just wasn’t willing to risk ruining his relationship with your parents, which would have definitely happened if they caught him banging their daughter while she was supposed to be giving him a tour. 

That’s not something he could come back from, and considering the fact that he wants to marry you someday, he thinks he made the right choice. That doesn’t make it any easier though, knowing you want him and not being able to do anything about it. 

“We should probably get going, right, Mingyu?” You ask during a natural lull in the conversation. 

“Yeah, we’ve got a couple hours ahead of us but I wish we could stay,” he agrees, trying to appear reluctant to be leaving instead of ecstatic. He thinks he sells it, your mom letting out a pleased ‘aw’ and your dad leaning over to clap him on the shoulder and say, “Maybe next time y’all can sleep over.”

“We would love that, dad,” you assure him with a smile before standing and taking Mingyu’s hand to pull him up with you. Your parents trail behind as he follows you to the front door, his eyes resolutely caught on the back of your head rather than your thighs in that damned skirt. 

“Let us know when you get home, okay, sweetie?” Your mom requests gently, folding her arms around you and letting her eyes fall shut as she hugs you tightly. 

“We love you,” your dad reminds you, wrapping you up in a hug of his own before letting go and turning to Mingyu. He offers a hand and Mingyu beams, shaking it firmly and nodding when he tells him to drive safely. Mingyu always drives safely, especially when you’re in the passenger seat, but he knows it was more of a command than a request anyway. 

You both wave when you get to the car, Mingyu opening your door for you and waiting for you to climb in before shutting it gently. He jogs over to the driver’s side and slides in, turning the car on and holding the wheel tighter than is strictly necessary. 

Now that you’re alone and in an enclosed space, the tension is stifling. You fiddle with the air controls and Mingyu sets up the playlist he made for you, pulling out of the driveway just as the first song starts to play. 

It’s one he’s fucked you to before, of course, and all it does is remind him of just how badly he wants you, how badly he needs you. He can feel the arousal stirring in his stomach, feel it clouding his mind and his judgment, and he knows there’s no way he’ll make it two hours without feeling you wrapped around him. 

So he takes a right instead of a left, turns into the first parking lot he sees, and parks in the darkest corner he can find. 

“Here?” You ask, excitement clear in your voice as he unbuckles his seatbelt and shuts the car off. 

“Here,” he affirms, getting out of the car with his jaw clenched and his jeans tight. You meet him in the backseat, your hands disappearing beneath your skirt to start working your panties down. He stops you before you get too far, pulls you into his lap and breathes, “Wanna fuck you in them,” as he pushes the gusset to the side and drags his fingers through your folds.

You’re soaking and fever hot, and Mingyu lets out a rough groan as he brings his wet fingers up to his mouth. You taste amazing, as always, and when you press your lips to his in a searing kiss, he knows you can taste yourself. It just makes everything hotter, makes his dick twitch in his jeans and his heart race in his chest, makes him moan into your mouth and bring his fingers back to your cunt so he can get you even wetter, even messier. 

He sinks in one, then another, your walls forming to them immediately and sucking them back in when he pulls them out. Normally, he’d make you cum two or three times before he even gives you his dick, but he’s desperate and it seems you are too. 

“Just get in me, Mingyu,” you cry into his mouth, your arms wrapped around his neck as your hips jerk back and forth with the movements of his fingers. 

“One more, baby,” he sighs against your lips, working a third digit inside of you and curling, searching, until he hits the spot that makes you gush. Predictably, you tighten and get even wetter around his fingers as he targets your g-spot with every thrust, and he figures he might as well go for an orgasm while he’s at it. 

His lips leave yours so he can kiss down your neck, nipping his way to the sensitive skin of your collarbone and sucking a mark there while he stretches you out for his cock. You whine when he spreads his fingers, whimper when he digs his teeth into your flesh, moan when he rubs his fingertips into the patch of nerves inside you. All of your sounds are heavenly, and they also have him so hard, he feels like he could cry. 

He prays you’re getting close, is fairly certain you are by the clenching of your cunt and the grinding of your hips, but just to be sure, he shifts his thumb to your clit and presses quick circles into it, the little bud throbbing as you climb higher and higher. 

“Cum, baby, please,” Mingyu whispers into your throat, knowing you can feel his lips brushing against your skin and hoping you can feel the vibrations of his voice too. 

Your pussy quivers around his fingers, wetness seeping out of your undulating walls as you cum with a sharp keen. He works you through it, wishes he could turn a light on so he could see your face better but knows that you have to be quick and discrete if you don’t want to get caught. 

His cock twitches, precum leaking into his boxers, and as soon as your cunt stops squeezing his fingers, he slides them out of you and sucks them into his mouth to clean them off (and to taste you again) before undoing his jeans and belt and pulling his cock out. You whine when you feel him against you, lifting your hips just enough to get the head notched at your entrance and starting to sink down. 

His hands fly to your hips, his fingers clenching in the delicate material of your skirt as your pussy swallows him. You just keep sucking him in deeper and deeper until there’s nowhere left to go, until your hips are flush with his and he’s bottomed out inside of you, until he has to let his head drop to your shoulder at the feeling of your hot, wet cunt wrapped around him. 

In such a tight space it’s hard for you to get enough room to rise up and down on his cock, so he lifts your hips and starts bucking up, fucking into you with quick, rough thrusts. You’re so wet, he can hear it, the slick sounds of his dick filling you music to his ears. 

You’re perfect, so beautiful and soft and sweet and just for him, only for him, and fuck, he’s already getting close. He wanted to last longer, but after hours of trying to balance being respectful and being absolutely mad for you, he’s exhausted and even more susceptible to the molten velvet of your pussy. 

Mingyu doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it off, especially when you start moaning his name and making little punched out noises every time he hits the end of you, so he slides one hand between your bodies and gets his fingers on your clit. You get tighter as soon as he touches you, and you’re so slippery, his fingers glide as he rubs tiny circles onto the swollen bundle of nerves. 

Now that he’s not holding you up, it’s less fucking and more grinding, but that means he gets to stay inside of you and feel every clench, every squeeze, every ripple of your walls around him. You make him feel so good, every single time, and already he can feel his balls drawing up and his dick getting harder as he starts nearing the edge. 

“Are you close, baby? Please be close,” he gasps brokenly, his head tilting back against the seat so he can gaze at you, the hand on your hip rucking your skirt up so he can watch his dick disappear inside of you. The sight of you in his favorite skirt with his favorite panties wrenched to the side as his cock stretches your pussy is one he’ll never forget, even if he can barely make you out in the darkness of the car. 

You nod, your breath hitching and your back arching as his cock twitches and jerks inside you. He doesn’t think he can hold it off any longer, the pleasure so sharp it almost hurts, and he can’t hold in his sounds either, moans and whimpers leaving his lips as the wave starts to overtake him. 

His heart is pounding, his vision whited out and his hearing all but gone, and it’s all he can do to keep breathing, keep up the circles on your clit, keep himself from crying actual tears when you whine his name and cum around him. He breaks as soon as you do, your walls fluttering wildly around his dick as ropes of cum paint the inside of your cunt. 

His hips buck in little movements, fucking his cum in even deeper, and he doesn’t let up with his fingers, pushing you through your orgasm and right up to another. His cock is so sensitive but he wants to feel you cum again, speeding up the circles on your clit until you’re whimpering and shaking on top of him. 

You collapse against him, your face in his chest and your arms falling from his neck as you go boneless. He wraps himself around you, holding you tight and rubbing your back, murmuring sweet little nothings into your ear as you come down. He can feel his cum starting to seep out of you as his dick softens. It’s probably staining his jeans but he doesn’t care, can only care about you and how you’re feeling. 

“Alright, baby?” He whispers, waiting for you to nod before pulling out and starting to disentangle himself from you. He wants to stay, wants to hold you for hours, but he’s not keen on getting arrested and there's still a long drive ahead. You’re sluggish, your movements slow and clumsy as you climb off of him, wincing at the slight soreness. 

He began keeping tissues in his center console after the last time you did this, so he at least has something to clean you up with, his hand gentle as he wipes the cum away before tucking a clean tissue into your panties so any extra will be caught. He cleans his dick off and puts it away, redoing his jeans and checking that the coast is clear. 

He opens the door as quietly as he can, running around to your side and helping you out, smiling proudly when he catches the way your legs shake before making sure you’re all buckled in and gently closing the door. Jogging back to the driver’s side, he looks around one more time and finds no squad cars or flashing lights, letting out a sigh of relief when he realizes you’ve gotten away with it. 

He hopes you can sleep on the way home, turns on your seat warmer and lays his hand on your thigh, waiting for you to cover it with yours before turning to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and whispering, “I love you.” 

You mumble it back, your eyes already closed, and he grins, starting the car and backing out of the secluded parking spot. Now that he’s met your parents and (hopefully) won them over, he’s got two hours to think about how he’s going to ask for their blessing to marry you.

Should be easy, right? 

AN: please i am BEGGING on my KNEES for your thoughts and feelings!!! thank you to @petrichor-mingi for beta reading 💖

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