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comfort with mingyu

contains: cockwarming, mentions of intercourse, emotional reader

imagine cockwarming mingyu after a long and stressful day. it was your idea, he just wanted to feed you and croon you to sleep (he had offered to go down on you to help), but you wanted to feel him. so here you are, your legs scissored as his cock rests inside you, his lips whispering sweet nothings, his hand stroking your cheek.

you feel yourself clenching at his praise, and mingyu gives you a soft smile as his hand reaches between your legs to rub light circles on your clit. the feeling, coupled with his continuous praising, makes you very emotional - and you start to tear up, all while whimpering with pleasure.

mingyu sees this and softens his voice even more, murmuring things like "you're such a good girl, baby", "you work so hard, pretty baby", "you're doing so good for me, baby", "come for me, let it go", and "i've got you".

you reach your high quickly, tears flowing down your face as mingyu whispers "that's it, love. such a good girl, baby. so pretty when you come", his hand on your clit helping you ride your orgasm as his other hand runs down your hair.

when you open your eyes, you see him looking at you tenderly, his hand now intertwined with yours. "okay?", he asks softly while bumping his nose with yours, making you giggle as you nod. you didn't think you'd want more after the orgasm, but you find yourself needing to feel him fuck you. so you clench around him hard, smiling at his sharp intake of breath as you give him a meaningful look.

"you should sleep, sweetheart", you knew he would insist on it. even when you can feel his cock twitching inside you, he would insist on it. the thought both makes your heart warm and frustrates you immensely. you really do need him to fuck you.

"want you", you shake your head and whisper, "please".

conflict fills his face for a few moments (one can only assume that your constant clenching around his cock is not helping him think properly), and you smile widely when he lets out a sigh. the battle has been won.

"the things i do for you", he says while pulling his cock out, before moving to hover over you.

Hi. A penny for your thots/thoughts on Kim Mingyu

i’ll give you more than just a penny’s worth

soft & fluffy:

- he’s a giant teddy bear in the sense that he loves to cuddle, and he will fully engulf you in his body/arms

- huffs & whines a lot (mainly for your attention)

- a major love language of his is to cook you food, he’ll cook all your comfort foods

- he loves to play with your hair, he’ll brush it for hours and he loves to try and braid it or put it in ponytails (and he’ll put all kinds of hair clips in your hair too)

thotty:

- big boy!! everything about him is big, his hands, his muscles, his cock (and he knows how to use it to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt)

- he’s got a big praise kink (both giving and receiving), he’ll babble about how good you’re doing & how good you feel but he’ll also melt and whine if you tell him he’s being such a good boy

- will show off his strength while fucking you

- his hand prints on your ass/thighs? yeah he loves it

- is a little voyeur/exhibitionist, if given the chance he’ll fuck you like there’s no tomorrow while someone else is in the room watching, but he’s also lowkey possessive so there are very few people he’d allow to fuck you while he watches (or joins in sometimes)

ummm holy fucking shit?

god damn?

i’m not breathing right?

no because imagine him coming home from the gym still covered in sweat in this exact outfit with the iconic post gym hornyness🤭🤭

like you can’t even ask how his workout was before he’s picking you up by your thighs and carrying you to the nearest surface to place you down and start making out with you like his life depends on it.

his muscles are still bulging from his gym pump, leaving everything out for you to drink in and see while your boyfriend desperately tries to get you out of your house shorts and pull your panties to the side so he can slip a finger into your already drooling cunt <3

“be a good girl and let me play with that pretty little pussy.” he whispers, trailing kisses up your neck as he relentlessly rubs your clit and works you open. by now, you’re a complete mess that can’t even think straight but you don’t even care. all that matters is mingyu, mingyu, mingyu.

gym and thirst

➳ summary: joshua sends you a photo of your boyfriend wearing a certain tank top while working out and you can't help but thirst.

➳ word count is approx 5.2k

➳ tags: gym sex, masturbation, floor sex, frottage. fingering and grinding, multiple orgasms. dirty talk, over stimulation. biting, thigh slapping. riding, improper use of gym equipment. crying during sex, crying kink. pussy drunk! mingyu, dom! mingyu. mean! mingyu, big dick mingyu, big mingyu in general. man-handling, roughness.

➳ warnings: the above, and also use of pet names such as good girl, pretty girl, princess, slut and whore, and some others. slight pain is mentioned.

➳ request: i am on my knees begging you to write something about mingyu and the workout videos from today!! please!!!!

➳ note: hope i delivered to your expectations, baby ;)

You were pissed and horny.

There was only a few times Mingyu asked to not be disturbed. You knew that if you needed help or were in trouble he wouldn't mind being interrupted, but you couldn't help but think this particular trouble wasn't the kind he would so easily forgive for disrupting him.

It was all Joshua's fault, you thought as you shoved your hand between your thighs. You did nothing for a moment, letting your hand mold against your cunt, little sparks of anticipation shooting through your cut. Then you slowly rocked forward against your palm mouth immediately grimacing in pleasure at the relief.

The picture Joshua sent of Mingyu was still on your phone, the line of Mingyu's shoulders filling your screen. He was wearing that ridiculously tight black tank that you had purchased a year ago, before he had bulked up and grew into another size. It clung to him as if it was a second skin, showing off the wideness of his shoulders, the curves of his biceps. He was reaching up, back muscles flexing.

You grinded up into your hand, mouth still wide open, catching flies. You shifted the bottom of your palm against your cunt, letting it bear down on your clit.

You wanted to disrupt their work-out session. The two men were in the office-gym, a shared space between you and Mingyu. His gym time was one of the few times Mingyu asked to not be disturbed, wanting to concentrate solely on his session. Besides, he'd say, throwing you a little grin with his fangs poking out, the more I'm able to concentrate on working out, the quicker I can be done and be with you.

So you tried to settle your horniness the old fashion way. You continued grinding down on your hand, thoughts of Mingyu and his strength filling your mind.

Cursing, you adjusted on the bed. You tugged your pants and underwear down to your knees, wiggling your hand between your thighs. You framed your clit between your forefinger and middle, slowly rubbing them against it.

Mingyu was loud, you knew, both in terms of being in bed and working out. You couldn't stand to be in the room with him when he worked out, his groans and huffs sending heat straight to your cunt and drenching your underwear.

But it was his moans and huffs you wanted to hear, your hips quickening their pace against your fingers. You wanted his face pressed into your neck, to feel his teeth nipping at your skin and suckling along your breasts. You wanted to feel his warmth trap you, wanted to hear his loud groans in your ears.

You came with a whine, brows screwed in frustration. Rather than feeling satisfied, your orgasm left you feeling disappointed. You worked your fingers against your clit throughout your orgasm, trying to will it to drag out, but even then it was extremely lackluster.

You gave up, withdrawing your hand with a frown. Awkwardly you shifted up and off the bed, walking on your knees until you could get off of it.

If Mingyu was there, he'd continue fucking you through your orgasm. He'd stick his incredibly long, thick fingers inside of your cunt and moan about how tight you were, how you were soaking his fingers. He'd lean down and press his tongue against your clit, wiggling it back and forth over the little bundle of nerves, spitting and suckling in turns until you were crying.

You took a towel out of the linen cabinet in the masterbath attached to the room, sticking it between your thighs and drying them. With the towel still between your thighs, you set out washing your hands.

Fuck Hong Jisoo, you thought, looking at yourself in the mirror. That man has never once done anything helpful for humankind.

"Y/n!"

You jumped, hitting your hand on the faucet. You cursed, lurching to pull the bathroom door shut.

Joshua laughed, his voice getting louder as he entered the bedroom fully. "Did I scare you, Y/n?"

"No," you said, like a liar. You turned off the water and wiped your hands off. Then you withdrew the towel from between your legs, rolling it up and putting it in the laundry basket.

"Just coming to say good-bye," Joshua said, his sweet voice still holding a chuckle in it from scaring you.

You pulled up your pants and underwear, wincing at the feeling of your panties pressing against your cunt, still wet and cold from your arousal.

Then you pulled open the door, looking at Joshua with disdain. "Giving up already?"

"Please," Joshua said, rolling his eyes. He had a line of sweat on his forehead, face shining from exertion. "I don't know how anyone can keep up with Mingyu. Every night I pray for you having to deal with his stupid stamina.

"By the way," he began, eyes twinkling and lips curling at the corners. "How'd you like that photo I sent you? Pretty good, yeah?"

You pushed past him, retrieving your phone from the bed. "What photo? I don't know what you're talking about, Josh."

"Sure," he agreed, shrugging. "Well, you'll have to tell me when you get it."

"You'll be the first to know," you returned, opening your phone and exiting out of your messages app, ridding yourself of the picture of Mingyu.

After you followed Joshua to the door, bidding him a good-bye and safe drive back to his own apartment, you bit down at your lip. The door to the office-gym was open, and you could hear your boyfriend's huffs from down the hall.

He had been working out for an hour already, you reasoned, walking down the hall and towards the room, Mingyu's groans and pants getting louder. Surely an hour of exercise was enough for the evening, and besides, all you wanted to do was just look and watch.

As soon as you caught side of your boyfriend, you wanted him.

He was sitting on the seated arm curl machine, thick thighs spread wide, shorts riding up and revealing the meat of them. He wore a cap, keeping his hair from his face; sweat lined his temples and cheeks, dripping down onto him. His tank, just like before, concealed none of him.

His thick shoulders rippled with every movement, muscles flexing and tightening. His biceps bulged, veins popping with every curl. Mingyu's stomach tightened, jumping every so often from the exertion of the machine, and you couldn't help but recall how his stomach always tightens when you're riding him, Mingyu trying to keep himself at bay and let you take your pleasure from his body.

You stepped into the room. "Josh just left, Mingyu."

Mingyu paused, releasing the arms of the machine. He nodded, pulling his cap back. Mingyu then lifted his tank, revealing his tight stomach and abs, shining from sweat, and brought the edge of his shirt up to his face to dab away the sweat.

"What's with calling me Mingyu," he whined, as if he wasn't a powerhouse of a man. "You know I don't like that, pretty girl."

Immediately that little twist in your stomach was returning, your throat drying. What was he thinking, calling you such a thing while covered in sweat, his shoulders revealed like some kind of wanton creature?

"It's your name, lovely," you returned, crossing the room. You leaned on one of the equipment in front of Mingyu. Mingyu began lifting again, slowly as to be able to keep conversation with you. "I have to be able to call you by your name, darling."

He huffed. "I hate it. It's like you're scolding me."

You couldn't help but grin at his ridiculousness, thoroughly endeared by your baby of a boyfriend. "I use your full name when I'm scolding you, Gyu."

"Still." He grunted, brows furrowing. Your cunt clenched in response, a flood of want surging through you. "I don't use your full first name."

"That's because you're ridiculous," you said.

He laughed, pearly white teeth flashing. You watched as he shifted, still lifting. Mingyu spread out his thighs some more, pressing his feet into the ground to get a better stance. In doing this his shorts tugged up some more, revealing more golden thigh.

Your eyes drank in his thighs eagerly, tongue swiping over your lower lip. His thighs clenched as he lifted, muscles flexing. Mingyu was always large, always broad and towering over others. But bulking up made him even moreso, and while you would like to say you were a sensible person who didn't lust after someone just for their looks, there was something about Mingyu, bulked up and strong and almost godlike, that had your stomach twisting and arousal flooding.

You shifted, crossing your legs at the ankles, pressing your own thighs together. "I guess installing this at-home gym really was worth it, huh?"

Mingyu huffed, and although he was across the room you could practically hear it in your ears, as if he was pressing himself against your front and panting into your ear. "It really was. Our house is gonna have an extra room just for working out so you don't gotta share this space."

"Our house?" You asked.

"Yeah, our house," Mingyu exhaled deeply, and then inhaled just as sharply. His chest rose, breasts pronounced and drawing your eyes. Then he let out his breath. "We need a house for when we get married, pretty girl. So I can carry you across the threshold and stuff."

You rolled your eyes, though your heart was fluttering. Mingyu paused his work, lifting his cap off of his head. His forearms flexed as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back and off of his forehead. Mingyu then settled his hat back on.

He glanced over at you, eyes flicking up and down. You became all-too conscious of how your thighs were squeezing in an attempt to relieve the pressure of your cunt, how you were biting your lip and eyes were hyper-focused on Mingyu's body.

Mingyu laughed, and then he was holding out his arms. "Come here, princess."

You crossed the room, standing between his splayed thighs. Mingyu tugged your shirt, pressing his hands underneath it and settling them on your hips. "Something wrong, pretty girl? You came in here looking for something, didn't you?"

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, knowing you were caught. You could read Mingyu as easily as a book, could tell his moods just how someone could look up into the sky and see the dark grey clouds and know rain. However, in you knowing him, meant him knowing you.

He knew how when you were out in public and crossed your hands over one another you were pressing your thumb up into your palm in an attempt to hold still, in an attempt to keep your nerves at bay. Mingyu knew how you would stand at the edge of a room, never quite sure if you should join until he or someone else beckoned you in. He knew when you were anxious, when you were unsettled.

When you were horny.

Mingyu grinned up at you, face shining. "What's up, babygirl. Tell me what's going on."

You pouted, torn. But then you decided to come clean, the dissatisfaction of your earlier orgasm still lingering at the back of your mind. "Well -- Josh sent me a picture."

"A picture," he hummed. His fingers squeezed the flesh of your hips, groping you. "And what was the picture of, beautiful?"

"It --" You looked away, pressing your lips in a firm line as embarrassment coursed through you.

Mingyu tutted, one of his hands leaving your skin. He reached up, fingers pressing against the curve of your jaw and turning your face back towards him. "Looking at me, babygirl. Gotta look at me when you're talking to me, yeah? Wanna see your pretty face."

You huffed, but obliged. You reached out, settling your hands on his thick forearms. Your hands couldn't help but clench at the thick muscle, the heat of his body traveling into yours and setting your veins aflame. "It was a picture of you, Gyu. You working out."

Mingyu grinned, trying to hold back his smirk. You knew he liked it when you desired him, liked it when he made you thirsty for him. Mingyu loved being desired, whether it be carnally or otherwise.

"Aigu," he breathed, dark eyes dancing. "And my pretty girl got all worked up from just a picture, so she had to come and disturb me, yeah?"

"Tried to take care of it myself," you offered, fingers trailing along his skin. Goosebumps appeared on his forearms. "But it's -- it's not the same as when you do it."

Mingyu tusked, and then he was moving. He moved one of his thighs in front of him, tugging you down and onto him. You awkwardly let him guide you, settling your weight on his large, thick thigh.

"Let me guess," he hummed, delight taking over every inch of his face. "Didn't feel as good, did it, babygirl? Tell me what you did."

You bit down on your lip. Mingyu slowly began dragging his hands up your torso, taking your shirt with him and revealing your stomach. "I tried touching my -- my --"

"Say it, princess," Mingyu commanded, lowering his face. He brushed his nose to yours, breath hot. "Wanna see your pretty little mouth say it, babygirl."

He brought a hand to your mouth, hand settling on your face. He used his thumb to untuck your lip from your teeth, smoothing over the marks. "My girl is so smart," he continued, eyes flashing down to your mouth. "I know she knows how to use her words."

You gulped, watching as he played with his own lower lip, canines tugging at the flesh. You wanted his teeth on your neck, wanted them marking you. "Tried touching my -- my clit."

"Good girl," he praised, voice deepening.

The praise had your mouth parting, and instinctively you were grinding down on his thigh. The two of you groaned, Mingyu pressing his forehead against yours. His sweat stained your forehead when he moved away, his body still hot from his workout.

"And now you're here in my lap," he murmured. "My good girl tried taking care of it herself, didn't you? But you couldn't. Couldn't do it because your fingers aren't mine, because you need me. Need me to fuck your cunt with my fingers, need me to rub at your little clit until its aching, yeah?"

You exhaled, eyes fluttering as you nodded. Mingyu's hands dropped to your hips, and then he was dragging you up his thigh. You moaned, hands tightening their grip on his forearm as he lead your hips into a rocking motion.

"Gyu," you whined, dropping your head. "Please, Gyu. Tried being good, tried being a good girl 'n taking care of it, but I need you --"

"Yeah?" He chuckled, lips ghosting over your face. Mingyu pressed a hand to your back, and then he was shifting your body so your clit was brushing against his thigh through the fabric of your pants. "Need me like a pretty little slut, hm? So desperate for me you couldn't wait 'til I was done, so needy for me?"

You gasped into his mouth, nodding. Mingyu's hands continued to guide your hips, his thigh clenched in an effort to ensure your clit was met with friction with every grind. Your panties shifted with every movement, either tightening against you or loosening, and every single squirm had your warm arousal leaking from your cunt.

Mingyu caught your mouth with his, teeth immediately catching your lip and pulling. He moved his hand from your hip, stilling you just long enough to wiggle his fingers underneath your cunt. Mingyu cursed against your mouth, voice muffled. "Fucking wet through your sweats, pretty slut. You're so fucking soaked, bet you're staining my shorts."

You whined, shaking your head. Mingyu huffed a laugh, capturing your mouth in a hot kiss. He lead your hips into a rocking motion that quickened with every drag, stimulating your clit, every single drag of fabric making your lashes flutter.

"What a cute little slut you are," Mingyu murmured, his nose pressing against your cheek. "Gonna cum in your pants like a whore, yeah? Not gonna fuck you until you do, princess."

You gasped, tensing in his hold. Mingyu growled, and then he was wrapping an arm around you and trapping you in place against him, his free hand still moving your hips down and against his thigh. You could feel his muscles bulging against your torso, and even when you wiggled in an attempt to gain some freedom, you couldn't.

He used your immobility to his advantage, burrowing his face into your neck. Mingyu began sucking at your skin violently, intent on decorating it with his marks.

"Gotta cum babygirl," he softly sang against your skin, teeth skimming. "This is what you wanted, yeah? Wanted me, wanted my attention. I'm giving it to you, baby. Now you gotta earn it and cum for me."

He bit down harshly on the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth sinking deep enough. You gasped, grabbing at him, eyes rolling back into your head.

Mingyu continued rocking your hips as you orgasmed, dragging your clit against his thigh relentlessly, refusing to let up. Unlike earlier, when you were using your fingers, your orgasm seemed to last forever, fueled on his dirty words and mouth, his steadiness as he forced you to continue fucking against his thigh.

Cursing, Mingyu moved you to his knee. He kept one arm around you, keeping you in place.

Then Mingyu was guiding you up and off of him, hands tight on your hips to keep you from stumbling. "You've soaked my shorts with your cunt, baby," he scolded. "And yet here my dick is, all dry."

Mingyu stuck his hand into his pants, shoving them down enough to reveal his cock. Like the rest of him, his dick was huge and pretty. He tucked his pants underneath his balls, hissing when his hand made contact with them.

He leaned forward, fingers sinking into the waistband of your panties and pants. He tugged them and immediately you were gasping, hands going to his forearms and stopping him.

"Gyu," you whined, "not here. We can't."

He huffed a laugh, jerking you towards him. "It's our place," he said, cocking his head. "Our home, our gym. You wanted to act like a needy little slut, pretty girl, so I think it's fair for me to treat you like one and fuck you here, yeah?"

Then he was tugging your pants and underwear the rest of the way, coaxing them down your thighs. He brought his hands to the back of your thighs, urging you to step out of your clothes.

"Good girl," he murmured, and then he was leading you back into his lap. "You fingered yourself earlier, right? How many fingers did you use?"

Heat flushed to your cunt and cheeks, and it took every single nerve in your body to keep your eyes trained on Mingyu's. "Three, Gyu."

He hummed, pressing his lips together in consideration. "Three of your fingers is way different than three of mine, babygirl."

You whined, pressing further into his lap and trapping his dick between you and his stomach. You wrapped your hand around it, his dick thick enough to keep your fingers from meeting your thumb. Tugging at it and coaxing thick precum out of the tip, you peered up at Mingyu underneath your lashes. "Please, Gyu? I promise it's enough. Won't get hurt, I know it."

He settled his hands on your hips, moaning lowly as you gathered his precum and used it to smooth some of the friction brought by your hand rubbing at his cock. "You say that, princess, but --"

"If I get hurt you'll just have to take care of me," you rushed on, thumbing at the slit of his cock. "Right? Just have to treat me extra good."

"Not how it works, pretty girl," he returned. But Mingyu didn't stop you as you rose, guiding his dick to your cunt. He leaned back, watching as you rubbed his cock along the length of your cunt, gathering your juices and wetting it.

"Wanted to get your dick wet," you panted, grinding your clit against the tip of his cock.

"How can you say such filthy things with such a sweet mouth," Mingyu gasped. His thick brows were furrowed, accentuated by the line of his cap.

Finally you pressed the head of his cock against your hole. You bit down at your lip as it caught, your hole seemingly refusing for a moment. But then your cunt gave way, letting you slowly sink down on his dick.

It burned. Mingyu had been right when he said that three of your fingers were different than three of yours and the proof was how slowly your cunt accepted his dick inside, with how much it seemed to burn with pain.

Still you persisted, using his broad shoulders as leverage. Your fingers dug into his skin, head falling forward and pressing against his.

"Good girl," he murmured, hands squeezing at your hips. "Taking me so well, princess. Always do, always take my cock so well in your little cunt. Always look so fucking beautiful doing it, fucking drives me nuts."

You settled on his lap, resting fully on his thighs with his dick all the way inside of you. Mingyu wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, letting you rest your head against his still-clothed chest.

You burrowed into his breasts, your cunt getting used to the stretch. It wasn't like the first few times the two of you had sex, when your cunt could barely take him. Your pussy still struggled, even moreso when he was gone for extended periods of time.

After a few minutes the burn went away, pain turning into restlessness. His cock always made you feel so incredibly full, made you feel as if it was reaching so deep inside of you that you could feel it in your throat.

"You feel so good," you moaned, fingers smoothing over his arms. "I feel so full, Gyu."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, nose tracing along your hairline. "Yeah? My dick making you feel good?"

You nodded, hands grabbing at his forearms and squeezing. Mingyu groaned, and then he was using his strength to lift you off of his lap just enough for him to move back onto the cushion more fully, guiding your knees to press against it.

"Acted like a little slut," he said, moaning when your cunt clenched around him at his words. "Gotta ride me like one."

You hummed, using your knees to lift yourself off of his lap. You braced your hands on his shoulders. Sometimes you dreamt about his shoulders, about how wide they were, about how he would throw your legs over them when he ate your cunt out.

You rose as high as you could, the drag of his cock against your walls burning slightly. But instead of the pain making you want to retreat, it just ignited the little spark in your gut that had you wanting more.

You rocked back down onto his cock, moaning as he was sheathed back into you. Mingyu groaned, and then he was slapping a large hand against your thigh.

"Come on, princess," he said, his hands resting on your ass.

You glared at him, knowing he was taunting you. But you began grinding down on him all the same, using the seat as leverage to lift yourself up and down his cock. Soon enough all you could hear were pants and the wet sounds of your drenched cunt slapping against his balls, Mingyu's dirty words filling your ears.

"So fucking wet," he murmured, smirking at you and letting you do all the work, content. "Your cunt all desperate for me, baby. You're acting like a little slut like this, don't you think? Riding me like this, riding me like a whore."

Mingyu used his grip on your ass to shift you, and then he was guiding you back down onto his cock. This time his dick pressed against your core, a loud gasp escaping from your lips. "There it is, babygirl."

Brows furrowed, you focused on trying to hit that spot inside of you. When you hit it you keened, toes curling. But more often than not you were missing, desperation beginning to overtake you.

You switched tactics, trying to grind down on his lap. You rocked your hips, mouth falling open in sweet little pants, eyes rolling in the back of your head at the delicious drag of your clit against him, at the way his cocked filled you.

Then his hand was slapping at your ass, startling you. Your eyes flew open. "Bounce, slut," he commanded, jaw hard and eyes lifted. "I want you to bounce on my dick like a desperate little slut."

You whined. "Gyu --"

"Come on, princess," he used his grip on your ass to lift you up his dick, the long drag against your walls making you moan. "I told you that you have to work for it."

You shook your head, feeling tears sting. You were so desperate. You wanted him to fuck you, wanted him to take you.

But you were his good girl above all else, and so you braced your hands on his shoulders again, biting down on your lip. You managed to fuck yourself on his dick a handful of more times before you were sobbing, shaking your head and letting yourself drop on his dick.

"Baby," he cooed, hands leaving your ass. Mingyu cradled your cheeks, pressing them together. "What's the matter, pretty girl?"

You lifted a hand to wipe at your tears but Mingyu was immediately catching it, holding it in place. "No wiping your tears, princess," he scolded, grinning. "You know I like to see you cry when I'm fucking you."

"Gyu," you sobbed, turning your face into his palm. "Please, Gyu. I want you, I want you so fucking bad, please."

"What do you want me to do, babygirl?" He pressed a kiss to your fingers, peering at you over your knuckles. "Gotta use your words, pretty girl. You know I'm not a mindreader."

You would argue, if you were of sane mind, that Mingyu was something of a mindreader. He knew you as well as he knew himself, and possibly even better.

But you weren't focused on that.

You were focused on his dick.

"Mingyu," you sobbed, "please fuck me on your dick, please I want you so fucking badly. I want you, I want you, I want your dick --"

Mingyu cursed, his hands flying from your face. He gripped your thighs in his large hands, and then he was lifting you off his cock and dropping you, impaling you on it.

You let out a strangled scream, falling into his chest. Mingyu seemingly ignored you, intent on taking his pleasure from your cunt, intent on fucking you. He fucked his hips up into you, snapping you down onto his cock relentlessly, setting an endless pace that never wavered.

Tears poured from your eyes, the salt of them bitter on your tongue. Mingyu swore loudly, and then he was rising from the seat.

Next thing you knew you were on the mat that took up a majority of the floor, back pressed against the cold surface. Mingyu got to his knees in front of you, feeding his dick back into your cunt.

Every single thrust had him hitting your core, had him snapping his hips so his balls slapped against your ass. Your hands scrambled against the mat in a poor attempt to get some sort of hold, but all you could do was lay there and let Mingyu use you, let him seek his release.

Mingyu erupted inside of you in a loud groan, throwing his head back and baring his throat. He thrusted into you while he came, working himself through his orgasm, letting your cunt milk him dry.

He reached down between the two of you, rocking into your body. Mingyu's fingers slipped through your cunt before finding your clit, and then he was thumbing at it meanly, thumb quick.

You came soon after, back arching against the mat, shirt riding up and giving him a glimpse of the underside of your breasts. Mingyu cursed, continuing to thumb at you through your orgasm, refusing to stop.

Even once you stopped clenching around his cock, once you stopped orgasming, Mingyu continued rubbing at your clit. He massaged the area around your clit, teasing, each accidental brush of his thumb against your clit making you jerk and cry out.

"Gyu!" You sobbed, legs thrashing out. Mingyu huffed, and then he was lifting you and hooking his arms over your thighs, keeping them in place as he worked at your cunt. "Min -- Mingyu, please!"

"So fucking beautiful," he snarled, eyes locked on your cunt. "So goddamn beautiful, fucking perfect squeezing around my dick. Want your cunt all the time, want to feel it milking me, want it, want you --"

You came with a broken sob, liquid gushing aruond his fingers. Your legs flexed against Mingyu in an attempt to push him away, but at the same time your hips were rocking up into him, seeking his wicked hand out.

"That's a good girl," he praised you, canines snagging on his lower lip. "Fucking gushing around me, fucking yourself on my fingers like a little whore. Fucking good little slut, fuckin' good girl, my fuckin' pretty princess with the perfect fucking pussy --"

Mingyu pulled his cock from your cunt, the drag making you sob in over stimulation. Your bodies was traitorous, at war with itself. You wanted more, you had enough. You wanted his cock buried in your cunt, you wanted him.

Mingyu tugged at his cock a handful of times and then thick spurts of cum was spurting from it, shooting out and joining the mess of fluids on your cunt. He panted and groaned as he jerked himself, eyes locked on your drenched pussy.

Once balls were empty, Mingyu was moving from you. He lowered himself between your thighs, eyes still caught on your pussy. You watched through teary eyes as he lowered his face to your cunt, inhaling deeply, tongue rolling out.

"Kim Mingyu," you breathed out, toes curling and back arching in an attempt to wiggle away.

Mingyu immediately stopped, flicking his wide eyes up towards you. He took you in, the tear stains and droll, the way your chest heaved.

He sighed, pressing a kiss to your mound. Mingyu pulled away, this time gathering you into his arms. He ignored the mess of your cunt, settling you on his thighs and pressing a kiss to your mouth.

You barely had the energy to kiss him back, letting Mingyu slip his tongue in without resistance. He hummed against your mouth and then pulled away, pressing a kiss to your upper lip. "Sorry, pretty. You okay?"

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulders. "Bath," you murmured, hand settling on his stomach. You watched as it jumped beneath your palm, and you knew, despite it all, your boyfriend was still eager.

You sighed, pressing your nose into his skin and breathing in the smell of Kim Mingyu and sweat.

Joshua was right. No one could keep up with Kim Mingyu and his stupid stamina.

congratulations on 4k lovie!!! you deserve it <333

honestly i can't think of any request rn since i've been off tumblr for so long but my request is: something you've been wanting to write for a while now but for whatever reason you didn't/couldn't

again,, congratulations on 4k 🌹🌹🌹

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1k

Warnings: pain mention, cramps mention, medication mention, lil bit of tears, not a period sex fic, multiple orgasms, oral f rec., fingering

AN: thank you thank you thank you!! this is such a sweet and thoughtful request, and you got me to write something i've had in my brain for months but never put into words 💖 i have endometriosis and its fucking terrible at all times so this is for me and anyone else with chronic pain 💖

“Still cramping?” Mingyu asks, sliding into the sheets next to you and laying a warm hand over your lower abdomen. You’ve been in bed for hours already and he hates to see the scrunch in your face that says it hasn’t gotten any better. “Need your meds?”

“Already took ‘em,” you breathe, the strain in your voice evident as you curl into the pain. It’s not always this bad, but Mingyu hates how helpless he feels when it is. He can’t feel the hurt for you, can’t take it away, but he knows he could cover it up with something else if you’d let him. You usually do it on your own, not because you don’t want him to, but because it’s hard for him to get straight to the point. When the pain is this bad, you need to cum fast and hard, over and over, for the oxytocin to do its job. Mingyu can do that, but he often forgets that this isn’t just for your pleasure. 

“Let me help you, baby. I won’t get distracted this time, I promise,” he pleads as he rubs at your belly, pressing his palm down hard when you shift it over a specific spot. The pressure and heat of his hands helps and he’ll never complain about an excuse to get them on you, so he shifts to straddle you and offers his other hand, watching as you arrange him how you like. You’re still contemplating but he doesn’t rush you, just massages your tummy and looks down at you with all the love in the world. 

“Okay,” you exhale, tears lining your lashes and your lips pursed in a pout, “I love you.”

“Love you too, honey,” Mingyu leans down to gently press his lips to yours, ignoring the saltwater he tastes on your skin. You tend to get a bit emotional when he takes care of you but he never points it out, doesn’t want to make you feel self conscious. You’re also just really pretty when you cry and this is one of the few times he can appreciate it without feeling guilty. His kisses stray from your lips down your neck, meandering over your clothed breasts before finishing at your hips. He pecks between the fingers splayed over your stomach and finally shifts his hands to start pulling your pajama pants off. 

He promised not to get distracted so he avoids the siren call of your thighs and spreads them instead, working his broad shoulders in between and wrapping an arm around so he can keep a hand on your belly. You’re not wet but you will be soon, and until then he keeps the pressure and pace steady. It’s not long before your hips are moving with him, little gasps escaping you as moments of peace break through the mask of pain. He speeds up his movements, rotating his hand so he can prod at your entrance through your panties. The fabric is damp and he grins victoriously to himself, hiding his smile in the crease of your thigh. He knows you can still feel the canines pressing into your skin but he also knows that now isn’t the time for him to revel in his ability to make you wet. Now is the time to make you feel better, making you wet is just a delicious byproduct. 

He can feel your clit changing under his thumb, feel it getting harder and starting to throb, and he knows you’re close. You always cum faster when you’re in pain; Mingyu thought it would be the opposite but it’s like your body knows what you need and wants to let you have it, so he doesn’t question further, just lets the circles grow faster and faster until you break with a cry. He doesn’t stop, drops down to suck at your clit through your panties and pushes at your entrance with two fingers, feeling his head start to spin as you gasp and whine. He loves your noises, loves when he’s the one drawing them from you, can’t get enough, and he smirks around you knowing that he doesn’t have to stop this time. 

You both get tired of the panties at the same moment, your hands clumsily pushing them down just as he starts to tug them off, and when he finally sees the mess he’s made of you, it’s like his heart stops. You’re wet, so fucking wet, and blazing hot, and he wants to sink inside of you but he wants to make you cum more, so he doubles down on his efforts. He sucks your clit into his mouth and slips two fingers inside, curling them into your front wall and seeing out your g-spot. He finds it immediately, knows you inside and out, hooks his fingertips into the rough patch and starts working it. You get wetter around him, practically gushing, and when he stops sucking your clit to lash it with his tongue, you cum again. Your wetness soaks the lower half of his face as you clench around him, crying real tears overhead and tangling your fingers in his hair. 

Mingyu loses count after number five, but he doesn’t need to know the specifics of how thoroughly he’s wrecked you. Not when he gets to slide into the bath with you after, and carefully do your skincare with his normally clumsy hands, and carry you to the bed you sleep in together, and bundle you up in his arms, and watch you fall asleep with not a lick of pain on your face. All of that is more than he could ever ask for.

congrats on milestone!!

nsfw sleepover: mtl to pull down your tanktop and starts sucking on your tits when he sees you wearing one without a bra

MOST

mingyu: do you really think he'd let this slide? as soon as he sees you, he's pulling you to his lap and just wanting to suck on your tits for hours

junhui

seokmin

wonwoo

vernon

soonyoung

seungcheol

chan

seungkwan

jihoon

jeonghan

joshua

minghao: he'd be able to hold himself back as much as he does want to suck on your tits, but would definitely show his appreciation for them later on

LEAST

Enjoy The Masterpiece

Title from Fire by Seventeen HHU

Rating: M (18+ IM FR) | WC: ~2.1k

Summary: College boyfie!Mingyu wants you to sit on his face. He's literally begging here.

Warnings: not proof read, non explicit body image issues, wall sex, biting, fingering, face sitting, size kink, you’re both kinda crybabies, possessiveness at the end, breeding kink, cream pie, prone bone, he wants to marry you, lmk if i forgot anything

Reader Notes: has vagina, WAP, implied plus size

AN: this fic feels really personal so pls be nice! and leave feedback im begging! lots of begging going on in this post!

“Baby, I’m literally begging you. Please sit on my face,” Mingyu pouts, lightly flexing in an attempt to build his case. You’re worried about something that hadn’t even occurred to him, something that seemed so ridiculous in his mind until it brought you to near tears. You’re worried you’ll drown him, or smother him, or just be too much for him in general, apparently, and though it’s not a concern he’s ever had, it’s not something he can just dismiss. You feel very strongly about this, and he absolutely despises seeing you cry unless it’s from him making you cum too much, so he has to tread lightly. 

However, this is as light as he knows how to tread. Asking if he can gather you up in his arms and carry you over to the wall to fuck you against it. “If I can make you cum there, would you feel more comfortable about sitting on my face? I can show you I can hold you, baby, and that if I need to move you, I can.”

You contemplate for a second before your eyes journey from biceps to dick and your decision seems to be made. Nodding resolutely, you wrap your arms around his neck and he curls his hands under your thighs. He lifts you up into his chest and bounces you once to get you situated before lumbering over to the wall and bracing you against it. Your panties are wet from the earlier hour spent making out and grinding, and all he has to do is grip them tight and pull them up to put pressure on your clit. He’s got you sitting on his knee, his muscle rippling between your legs, and he’s really considering making you make yourself cum on his thigh before he decides that this is a precarious situation not for testing. He does the work for you, grasping your hips and bringing your clothed heat back and forth over his thigh until his boxer briefs are soaked with you. You’re making the prettiest noises, the sounds just falling from your mouth, and he wants to taste them, presses his open mouth to yours so he can swallow your moans and whines. 

His fingers slide between your thighs, dipping inside your underwear to glide through your folds and find your clit. He rolls it beneath his thumb as his fingertips seek your entrance, two delving deep and spreading inside you to prepare you for a third. He’s going to fuck you after, if you want, so you need to be stretched out enough to take him. Three usually opens you up just enough for his cock to split you apart that little bit more, something the both of you love. You’ve told him before that you like the sting, like the way you have to adjust to him. He was balls deep inside you at the time and your words made him throb inside you, and your ensuing giggles nearly made him cum as your walls fluttered around him. 

They’re fluttering now and his groan sends his face into your neck, his teeth leaving little indents on whatever skin they can find. His tongue soothes you whenever you gasp, his lips traveling back up your throat to find yours as his fingers curl inside of you, your wetness seeping out to soak your panties. You always get so wet, you’re so fucking perfect for him, always, and fuck, he loves you, loves you, loves you. 

“I love you too, Gyu,” you nearly sob into his open mouth, and he realizes he’d said that out loud. He doesn’t care, you deserve to know, you should know how he feels about you. He also feels like he wants you to cum, right now, so he can perhaps maybe get you sitting on his face tonight. He won’t be upset or disappointed if you still don’t want to, but it’s been occupying his brain for long enough that he’s starting to feel a little wild with it. 

His thumb presses down hard on your clit, rubbing measured circles as three of his long fingers hook into your g-spot and pulse, squelching noises following each curl of his fingers. Your breath catches with every curl too, and he knows you’re so so so close. 

“Please cum, baby, I wanna feel you cum, please,” Mingyu begs, his voice shot and his cock dribbling precum. 

You listen, your body so attuned to him that that’s what it takes. You break apart on his fingers, wetness flooding his palm and your cries echoing around the room as you writhe in his arms. He holds you while he works you through it, his fingers never growing tired even as your pussy clenches them so fucking tightly. 

He loves how hard you cum for him, every fucking time. 

“Good, honey? Tired?” Mingyu whispers into your hair, wrapping his arms around you and carrying you back over to the bed. 

“So good, Gyu. I wan-wanna… I wanna sit on your face. Or I want to try it, at least,” you whisper back, resting your head on his chest probably so you can avoid his gaze. He allows it, near vibrating with joy that you’re willing to give it a go, and swiftly switches places with you so you’re on top of him. 

“Okay, so just scooch up-”

“I’m not scooching up, that's so embarrassing!”

“Well I doubt you wanna stand up and sit down on my face, so,” he draws the ‘o’ out, telling you without words that he can’t think of another option, when another way suddenly comes to him. 

“Alright, then you sit up on your knees, yeah, like that,” he waits for you to get into position, “And I’ll just slide down, like this,” his voice grows strained as he shuffles down the bed. 

Once he settles and checks in with you, he lets himself look at the view just inches from his face. Seeing you, breathing you in, feels so different like this. You’re so close and there’s so much of you, and you’re all he knows, all he can feel and smell and touch, and when he pulls you to sit on his tongue, all he can taste. It’s heavenly, the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and the only way it could get any better is if you could just relax. But, he won’t push you. He’s ecstatic this is happening at all and if you need to stay up on your knees to feel comfortable, he’ll just have to crane his neck a little bit more. 

Your panties are still in the way, he’d forgotten to ask you to take them off before rolling the two of you over, so he pushes them as far to the side as he can and licks right into you. The taste of you explodes on his tongue, so rich and decadent but light and sweet, like fucking ambrosia or something, and Mingyu knows that if he died right here and now, he’d die the happiest man on the planet. 

With your legs straddling his head, you’re fully spread open, your glistening folds split apart to show your swollen clit and your slightly open entrance. He can’t resist sliding his tongue inside to get a taste at the source, his dick twitching against his stomach when he feels your walls squeeze around him. He knows he should get his thumb on your clit, focus on making you cum, but he wants to explore, get to know every little bit of you even better than he already does, and now is the perfect time to take his time. 

He shoves his tongue in deep, slowly fucking you with it and letting his groans rumble through you. You shiver on top of him and he feels it in his bones, feels it travel from head to toe, and he gets a sudden flash of what it would feel like to have you riding his face, triggering a moan from deep in his chest. This starts a delicious feedback cycle of Mingyu making sounds into you and you physically reacting to them, until he’s whimpering into your cunt nonstop and you’re grinding down on his tongue, just like he wanted. 

He doesn’t think you’re close but he knows you feel good, can tell by the wetness gushing into his mouth and the throbbing of your clit on his nose, and that’s enough for him to keep going as he wants. Your panties are starting to annoy him though, hindering his movements and constantly obstructing him from feeling you fully, so he detaches from you long enough to ask, “Can I rip them?” 

The tears in his voice make his words near incomprehensible but you know what he’s talking about, as always, and nod frantically, lifting up enough to give him some room to work. They’re flimsy, delicate enough that all it takes is his hands clenched in the sides and a sharp jerk before you’re fully naked before him. He lets the fabric fall to the bed, returning his hands to your hips and pulling you back down to where you belong. 

It’s so much better without your panties in the way, his tongue able to glide from cunt to clit as freely as he likes and his hands able to really squeeze into the meat of your hips like he loves. You give a little grind, slowly getting back into the rhythm you’d had pre-panty ripping, and he whines loudly in encouragement, bucking his own hips up into the air out of pure reflex. He wants you so bad but he wants to feel you cum like this more, so he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks harshly, waiting for you to squeal overhead before slipping three fingers back inside of you from behind. Prodding at your g-spot, he flicks his tongue over your clit from side to side as he sucks, and it proves to be enough, or maybe too much, for you. You buckle over him, surrounding him completely in you as you cum with a sharp whine. The tensing of your walls around his fingers and the pulsing of your clit in his mouth are almost enough to tear his own orgasm from him, one of his hands flying down to grip the base of his dick tight tight tight to stave it off. He’s never cum untouched before and though he wouldn’t mind trying it, he desperately wants to fuck you. 

He slowly slides out from under you, turning over and grasping your hips to help lower you onto the bed before laying down next to you and sweeping a hand up and down your back. You’re still face down and panting into the duvet so he gives you some time, waits until you lift your head and plop it back down facing him to speak. 

“How was it, baby? Did you like it?” Mingyu asks softly, digging his fingers into the knots he finds. 

“I loved, we can do that every night if you want, ten out of ten, great job,” you mumble, and he wonders if you’ll be too tired for him tonight. 

“Do you think maybe I could… cum inside you? I’m almost there, you wouldn’t have to do anything, I just wanna feel you.”

You perk up instantly, still obviously exhausted but more awake mentally than before, nodding and lifting your ass just enough for him to climb on top of you and slide inside. You feel better on his cock than his face, which he didn’t think was possible, but here he is, halfway inside and approximately four inches from blowing his load. He loves cumming inside of you, getting to be so close and leaving so much of himself with you, like he’s marking his territory or something. He’s never worried about that with you, but sometimes the urge still comes through, the desire to make sure you and everyone else knows that you’re his, that your perfect body is his to fuck and your flawless mind is his to love. Even further, he wants everyone to know he’s yours. Wants your ring on his finger and your last name tacked onto his, wants it all, wants everything with you. 

That can wait until he’s not about to cum so deep inside you he hopes it sticks, though. 

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- Cuffing Season-

His Size

boyfriend!mingyu x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, kissing, cursing, explicit smut, size kink, choking,spanking, rough sex, dom!mingyu, brat!reader, unprotected sex (doggystyle)

Summary: What SZA said

Word Count: 1.5k

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(a/n: new drabble series !!)

Mingyu’s sex drive hadn’t been remotely this crazy until he met you two years ago. It was through a mututal friend that you found each other, and his life hasn't been the same since. Despite your sharp tongue and slight attitude problem, Mingyu thought you were just the cutest thing ever.

You were so tiny compared to him. He towered over you even when sitting and he liked that he could look down on you. He adored holding you in his arms and teasing you because he was so much bigger than you.

But believe it or not, you loved it more.

He made you feel safe and secure at all times. You can easily recall the many times guys have disregarded your ‘I have a boyfriend’ when flirting and suddenly backed off when they saw him face to face.

He worked out often, maintaining and building up his physique. He’d become somewhat of a gym rat. But if he wasn’t working out, he was working. Your boyfriend was a very successful CEO of a large company that he put all his efforts into.

Just looking at him could get you riled up. He carried himself in such a way that matched his size, oozing with confidence that made your stomach do cartwheels. He’d walk around in his suit and tie, broad shoulder on display with his head held high.

Fuck, you missed him.

He’s due to be home soon, it’s almost 6. You’ve already cooked dinner for the two of you and you’re growing impatient.

Horny and hungry is never a good combination.

You’re pacing around the kitchen wearing only one of his shirts and an apron. You love wearing his clothes, just as much as he does. Everything fits so loosely on you, practically drowning you on his t-shirts. But they smell just like him, providing you with a warmth and comfort just like his even in his absence.

It’s almost on cue when the doorknob begins to move. You already know he’s home. You race to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open before he can.

He’s surprised to see you so eager, practically jumping into his arms the moment the door opens. He invites your embrace, hugging you back securely.

“You miss me?” he asks.

You nod into his shoulder. “You have no idea.”

He smiles, finally allowing himself to leave your embrace and enter his home. “You cooked?”

“Mhm,” you nod, closing the door behind him.

“Smells good,” he comments, placing his briefcase down on the floor. “What’d you cook?”

You stand in front of him again, hands playing with the tie around his neck. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t matter?” he raises an eyebrow.

You shake your head, removing the tie and dropping it. “Doesn’t matter.”

Before he knows it, you’re pulling him in and kissing him. He kisses back of course, but then the dots start to connect. You must’ve been so needy, waiting here for him all this time.

You must’ve been so lonely and in need of attention. Dinner can wait, his baby needs him now and he has every intention of meeting her every satisfaction.

He lifts you up with ease and carries you into your shared bedroom. He drops your body down with a soft thud, never breaking the heated kiss. Your hands fumble around, grabbing at his dress pants desperately.

He pulls away from the kiss, lightly chuckling to himself at your desperation.

"My baby's so needy," he leans back, undoing his belt for you. "Love seeing you like this."

He begins undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, taking his sweet time just to tease you. Beneath him on the bed you strip, much quicker than he does of course.

He pulls the shirt off, exposing his chest. You're nearly drooling at the sight of his body. He's so fucking sexy it drives you crazy.

With only one hand he undoes his dress pants, kicking them off before planting his body between your thighs. His large figure hovers over your smaller frame. His thigh is planted between yours and you're so needy you can't help yourself. You push your hips up, rubbing your cunt against his thigh to create friction for relief.

Mingyu 'tsk's and retreats his leg. You let out a whine in response. "I don't remember telling you to do that baby."

You huff out in frustration, hands reaching at his boxers. "Stop being a bitch and fuck me already Mingyu."

His expression goes sour. You and that fucking mouth of yours. He grabs you by your wrists with one of his hands, pinning them firmly above you.

"You're in no position to make demands," he says. "So watch your fucking mouth because you're already soaking and naked, yet I haven't laid so much as a finger on you."

You've never shut up faster. While it remains true that Mingyu is the kindest and most loving boyfriend ever, the second he flips the switch onto his dominant side, he's got no problem putting you in your place.

" 'M sorry," you mumble.

Mingyu smiles. "Good girl."

He lets go of your wrists, finally pulling his boxers off and flipping you onto your stomach. You feel him dragging his cock along to curve of your ass.

"You touched yourself before I got home, didn't you?" he asks.

You stay silent.

A harsh slap lands on your ass. "I asked you something."

"Yes," you admit into the pillow. "I did."

He lets out another 'tsk.' "You'll deal with the consequences later, for now it just means I don't have to prep you."

And like that you feel his cock slipping between your wet folds and filling you with ease. He doesn't hesitate, slamming his cock into you from behind.

You're crying out into the pillow with each thrust of his cock. It feels so good, having him stretch you open. Resting his large hand on the back of your neck, he pushes your face further into the pillow, forcing you to arch your back more.

This gives him a better angle to fuck you harshly.

"Love this fucking pussy," he groans. "Always taking me so well."

Your moans are muffled, but he's giving it to you so good that you're still screaming out his name. The bed rock, pushing against the wall. You know you're get yet another complaint from your neighbor's soon, but it's the last thing on your mind.

With the way Mingyu's fucking you, it's really all you can think about.

"Nngh- Gyu!" you moan into the pillow.

Suddenly, he's yanking your head up from the pillow, manhandling you with ease. "Yeah baby? Talk to me."

"Feels so good," you tell him. " 'M gonna cum soon."

"Oh yeah?" he smirks, lips dangerously close to your ear. "You think you deserve to cum? You couldn't even wait for me to get home and fuck you properly. Can't forget that little mouth of yours either."

" 'M sorry Gyu," you whimper. "Won't do it again–Promise!"

He snakes his hand from the back of your neck to your throat, applying just a bit of pressure. "Damn right you won't."

You don't know how, but he begins fucking you harder. The squelch of his cock meeting your hot cunt fills the room. His hips snap back, meeting your ass with force as he fucks into you. It's absolutely filthy, and you love it.

His other hand slides between your thighs, thumb circling your clit quickly. He hasn't really given you permission to cum, but at this rate you'll be falling apart in no time and he won't really be able to stop it.

You decide not to warn him, in fear that he'll stop and edge you until you cry... again.

You allow your orgasm to course through your body, with shaky legs and a filthy mouth that Mingyu adores.

You thought you were slick by not telling him, but Mingyu always knows when you're going to cum. You get extra loud for him and he feels the way you throb around his cock just before you finish.

Nonetheless, he allows it. He may be a bit of a meanie in bed, but one of his weaknesses will forever be making you cum. Yeah, edging you is fun he's in the mood, but watching you fall apart? He'd much rather make you cum until you cry than deny you.

You're squeezing him so much when you cum, he's quick to fall apart after you. He fucks you through your orgasm, thrusts growing sloppy as his own orgasm hit him too. He pumps you full of his cum, letting out a groan of satisfaction.

Your body gives out, planting face down onto the bed. You're sweat, sticky, and breathing heavily beneath him. He pulls out of you with a satisfied smirk on his face as his larger frame towers over your spent body.

He pushes you onto your back, moving your hair out of your face.

" 'M so tired Gyu," you groan.

"C'mon baby, all I did was give you what you asked for," he licks his lips. "We gotta go eat so I can come back and get my dessert."

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how do you think mingyu would react to their partner saying they’re inexperienced? what would he do in that situation

mingyu is such a loving partner, he will take his time to shower them in love and affection and even when you mention to him that you're inexperienced and don't know much, he will hold your hand and guide you through whatever it is you're doing.

"i've never had sex before gyu..."

"that's okay, just lay back and relax and ill guide you through it," and he says it with such a sweet smile on his face. he takes his time with you, watching carefully for signs of being uncomfortable or wanting to stop.

when he undresses you, he makes sure to place a kiss on each area of exposed skin to help you loosen up, and even tries to crack a few jokes so that you'll become more relaxed.

i think he'd also be the type to really take his time to rile you up and make sure you're ready for him. he spends a lot of time making you cum, feeling his cock grow harder with each whine and moan that drops from your lips.

and when he's lining himself up to fuck you, he can sense you're worried and would lean down and make out with you, hoping to distract you from the pain while he slowly inches himself into you.

he loves being able to swallow your moans and cries while he buries himself to the hilt and lets you adjust to him. and when you're ready, either by squeezing around him or just whispering it to him, he makes sure to take his time.

mingyu would want to so badly just pump himself into you like a menace, but he restrains himself and starts a slow pace. he only would speed up once you give the okay.

Give You My Wild | Like a Cowboy Pt. 3/3

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.1k (there is no plot I’m so sorry)

Part One | Part Two

Warnings: HEAVY BREEDING AND IMPREG KINK, historical inaccuracy probably, crying (during sex and not), size kink, oral (f.rec.), fingering, big dick gyu, lowkey somnophilia?? (idk its more like pussy put his ass to sleep now he’s calling you nyquil), cockwarming, dreams of pregnant sex, they want to have a baby i cannot emphasize this enough, feels v romance novelly to me 

Reader Notes: hands are smaller than gyu’s, has vagina and breasts, called baby, honey, sweetheart, wife

Mingyu watches from the porch, fondness and just a bit of exasperation in his eyes, as you organize and pack up the wagon. You’re about to embark on your pre-freeze fishing trip and he’d tried to help, but you like the packing done a certain way. You arrange by what you’ll need to take out first, keeping the tent closest to the edge and sustenance for the way there closest to the front, where you’ll be able to lean back on the bench and take something should hunger arise. 

He’s itching to get going, partly because he wants to reach the river by nightfall, mostly because he’s already envisioning what he’ll be doing to you in the tent after you arrive. And on the riverbank, on top of a blanket and under the stars. Perhaps also in the back of the wagon on the way there. 

He’s got an excuse now, or maybe an explanation, for his voracious appetite for you. 

You’d been cooking together a few weeks ago, pork tenderloin with garden grown squash. You were dancing a little dance to the beat of his humming and taps with the knife as he cut the vegetables on the butcher block when you stilled, a strange look crossing your face and your hands nervously wringing your apron. 

Mingyu had been scared something was wrong, that he’d done something to upset you, and put down the knife immediately. He’d crossed the kitchen to you, his humming silenced with his heart caught in his throat like it was, and took you by the hand, tugging you to the dining table. He sat in the chair heavily and pulled you to sit across his lap, wrapping his arms tight around you and holding you secure until you gathered the courage to speak. 

“I think I want…” you take a deep breath, looking away from him with teary eyes before finding his gaze again and continuing, “I want us to have a baby, Gyu. I want us to have a family.”

The gasp he took in was followed by more, quick breaths nearly mistakable for sobs as he pressed his face into your shoulder and let the tears gather on his lashes. Mingyu had wanted this for so long, since you married him, really, but you hadn’t been ready. Of course, he didn’t push you, resolved not to bring it up until you did, and he really wasn’t prepared for how he’d feel now that you have. He was sure you could feel his heart was trying to pound its way out of his chest with how closely he held you to him, but you didn’t seem to mind. You just rested your head on top of his and let your own tears soak into his hair, gentle fingers grazing circles on his shoulders. 

Once both of your tears dried up, the mood changed. 

It was like a switch flipped in him, realizing that the next time he made love to you, it would be with the purpose of filling you up with his baby. The herbs you took prevented it, but soon enough he’d get to watch your stomach grow and know that he’d been the one to make it happen. He’d get to rub your aches and pains away, fall asleep curled up around you with his hand pressed to your belly and tiny little kicks tapping against his palm, wait on you hand and foot once you got too big to easily navigate the house. All the things he’d been dreaming about, he would finally get to share with you.

He took you on the table that day, your legs caught in his elbows and his cock pounding into you, dishes clanking against the wood and flatware sliding off the edge with the force of his thrusts. After you climaxed and he emptied himself inside you, he’d knelt down and watched as your clenching walls pushed out his spend before gathering it all up on his fingers and pushing it back inside you, keeping you plugged up until your cunt stopped contracting around them and he was sure you’d be able to keep it inside. 

Mingyu’s gone wild for you in the days and weeks following, waking you in the night and sliding home once you sleepily part your legs, bending you over sinks and hoisting you up on counters, taking you against doors and walls, and once or twice, the railing of the front porch. 

Even now, as he watches you lift onto your tiptoes and bend into the wagon to rearrange the fishing poles, he’s thinking about pulling up your skirt, spreading you open, and fucking you full of his seed. He absolutely would if he wasn’t concerned it would make the coming journey more uncomfortable for you. 

The wagon bumps raggedly along the dirt road and Mingyu’s even more sure of his decision to hold off until you make it to the river. The idea was tempting but not worth causing you further discomfort, your sweet attempts to hide your winces unsuccessful. Wagons are not the most glamorous form of travel, but they’re the only option when one lives as far from the city as Mingyu and you do. 

There’s not much longer to go now, about an hour, and Mingyu is pleased to estimate about two hours of sunlight left, just enough time to arrive and set up camp. He has a lot of plans for this trip, all of which start and end with you, and he’s getting more and more excited to see them through. 

Mingyu heaves a sigh of exhaustion and sets his hands on his hips as he looks around your little section of the riverbank. The tent has been pitched, the smoker built, the food hung up and away, and he thinks there’s just enough time to watch the sun set on your naked skin. You’re on your hands and knees arranging the bedding underneath the canvas shelter and Mingyu makes his way over, rocks clacking against each other under his heavy steps, his boots landing harder as he nears you so he can ensure you’re not startled by his appearance. You sit back on your knees just as he approaches, turning around to beam at him and proudly present your hard work. 

The tent looks so cozy, duvet and pillows placed carefully and extra quilts stacked to the side for the inevitable drop in temperature.  Mingyu’s already looking forward to crawling in and pulling you close, wrapping you up in his arms and keeping you warm with the heat of his body. “Good work, darlin’. We’ll sleep well tonight but I’ll be sure to wear you out, just in case,” he flirts, knowing your cheeks must be heating and delighting in the way your eyes drop to the side, fondly taking in the bashful smile that graces your lips. 

You reach a hand up and Mingyu grasps it, pulling you to your feet and into his body, trying not to giggle at the way you stumble into him with a gasp. He forgets his own strength sometimes but this wasn’t one of them, no, it was intentional, all part of his plan to have his wicked way with you. You love how strong he is, how big he is, and he takes advantage of it, riling you up with seemingly innocent acts until you’re as hot for him as he always is for you. It works, of course, your eyes shuttering as a haze overtakes them, your fingers holding onto his for dear life and your other hand rising to rest on his chest. 

Mingyu knows he should seduce you a bit more, that you deserve more wooing, but he’s wanted you all day and you’re just so soft and warm against him that he can’t help but lean down and press his lips to yours. You melt into him with a sigh, your mouth opening as soon as he brushes his tongue over your bottom lip. He does take his time kissing you, something he believes is always worth doing, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling his hand from yours to rest his palm on the curve of your neck, his thumb tracing over your pulse. It jumps when he moans into your mouth and he grins against your lips, your physical reaction to him as captivating as always. 

He follows when you start backing up toward the tent, his hands leaving your body to clumsily pull at the buttons of your dress, his lips forming a pout against yours when you push them away and undo the buttons yourself. “I don’t want you to rip them,” you mutter, your dress hanging open and your hands moving to unbutton his shirt. “Baby, I would never,” Mingyu protests, hoping you won’t remember-

“Gyu, I’ve had to sew buttons back onto three different things just this week. Don’t even try it,” you hiss, shrugging your dress down your arms. 

Your breasts shift with your movement and suddenly, Mingyu can’t focus on anything else. His hands still at his belt and his gaze grows heavy as you shove the dress off, each inch of skin revealed making his heart beat faster and faster. Every time he sees you bare, it feels like the first. Like sunlight breaking through gloomy storm clouds, like a steaming hot bath after a long days’ work, like the first bloom of spring after a blistering winter. You’re pure warmth to him, everything good and kind and beautiful in this world, and Mingyu will never get over the fact that you chose him to share your life with. 

He wants to thank you, wants to get down on his knees and worship at your altar, so he does. He tugs your shift off with impatient hands, takes you by the waist, spreads you out on the bedding you’d so meticulously laid, and shoulders his way between your thighs. The gasp you let out lifts one side of his mouth in a satisfied smirk, but the expression falls when he sees the wet mess of your cunt. His groan is guttural, pained almost, and he wastes no time before diving into you. He’s relentless, his tongue dipping inside you for a taste before sliding up through your folds to tap at your clit, the moans and whimpers escaping you muffled by your thighs as they clamp around his head. 

Mingyu loves it, loves being buried in you, surrounded by you, can’t get enough, will never get enough of you. He knows this well, revels in it, basks in the knowledge that he doesn’t need to get enough of you because he’ll always have you. You will always be his and he will always be yours, the matching rings on your left fourth fingers and the baby he’ll put in your belly evidence. 

You’re close already, your clit pulsing under his tongue and your hips jerking into his face, but he knows you like something to squeeze so he sinks three fingers deep inside, your pussy sucking them in immediately like you’d been itching for them. He wants, no, needs to feel you cum, needs to make you cum, his fingers curling in you to find that ridged spot that makes you leak like a broken faucet. By now, it’s easy to pinpoint, easy to rub just right, with just enough pressure to make you squirm as he fingers you open. 

He’s obsessed with your sounds, or what he can hear of them through your thighs. Your moans and whimpers and sighs might as well be music to his ears, and the noises that come from your cunt whenever he hooks his fingers or thrusts them in and out practically make him feral. You’re just so wet, goddamn drenched every single time he touches you, and it’s enough to send his head spinning, especially when he’s already got the taste of you in his mouth. He’s cum like this before, and he will again, but not today. 

No, today, you’re going to cum on his tongue and his fingers, then again (and maybe once more) on his cock before he fills you up with his load. He wouldn’t be shocked if you were already with child with how much he’s been giving you lately, but he plans on fucking you full until you tell him to stop, just for good measure. 

Your pussy starts its tell-tale quivering, your walls undulating around his fingers, your clit throbbing under his tongue, and he knows you’re right there, knows all you need is his lips around you and a good grind deep inside, so he gives it to you. He purses his lips around your bundle of nerves and digs his fingertips into your sweet spot, his deep voice mirroring the moan you let out when you tip over the edge. He keeps groaning into you, whining when he feels you clench so tight he can’t move his fingers. He’s not sure how your wetness is seeping out with how you’re locked around him but he knows he wants to taste it, drink it down, savor it, because your cunt is the best meal he’s ever had and the only one he’ll ever want. 

He’s still sucking your clit, so enraptured by your taste that he doesn’t notice you trying to wriggle away in sensitivity until you push him from you by the forehead. He apologizes swiftly, shifting up to plant a wet kiss on your lips before checking in with you. 

“You alright, sweetheart? You still want my cock?” Mingyu asks quietly, unwilling to disturb the bubble you’re floating in right now. 

“Good, Gyu, I’m good. Want your cock, want you to fill me up,” you gasp, your voice weak but your hands strong in their grip on him. 

“I’ll fill you up, baby, you know I will,” he breathes into your mouth as his lips press against yours once more before he pulls away. His feet had been outside the tent the whole time, a fact that makes him chuckle to himself while he unlaces and toes his boots off.

After clumsily unfastening his belt and shucking his pants, he drops to his knees and yanks off his shirt, the buttons undone by your fingers what feels like eons ago. The temperature is already dropping with the setting sun so Mingyu stretches out and covers your body with his, knowing his own furnace-like body heat will keep you warm. He also just loves feeling you under him, how soft and warm you are, how much smaller than him. He knows you love it too so he lets some of his weight rest on you as he takes you behind the knees and pushes your thighs up to your chest. This is one of his favorite ways to make love to you, he can get so deep and you get so tight, especially when he climbs on top of you and thrusts down with the weight of his body behind him. You love that, so it’s exactly what he’ll give you tonight.

He lets his cock glide through your folds until it glistens with your wetness, until you’re whining beneath him and trying to buck your hips up to get him inside. He won’t tease you further than this, but he can’t help making you wait for it, just for a little. He likes how it makes you as desperate as he always feels when it comes to you, how you whimper and beg and shake, how you dig your nails into his skin in retribution, and oh, the threats…

“Mingyu, if you don’t get in me right now, I swear I’ll-” Your warning is cut off by a sharp gasp as he splits you open on his cock, your cunt still tight around him even after he’d just been three fingers deep. The heat that swallows him is intoxicating, incandescent, and the moan you grant him with spurs a thrust that sends him even deeper inside, down to the root of his cock. He waits for your walls to stop fluttering around him, waits for your fingers in his hair and your voice in his ear, telling him, “Please, Gyu, please, fill me up.”

Your words are like a trigger, his hips bucking into you without his permission. He manages to angle them up at the last second, make it count, and the sound you let out has him thrusting into you again. You’re so reactive, so receptive, to everything he gives you, and it’s enough to get him close much too quickly. 

He doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to hold it off, was far too ambitious in thinking he could outlast you cumming around him after making you cum on his fingers and tongue, so he works a hand between your bodies and finds your clit with a work-calloused thumb. You’re so wet, he can glide circles over your swollen nerves with no friction, fuck his cock in and out with sounds so obscene, a blush rises to his cheeks. You’re making the prettiest sounds, your mouth stuck open with pleasure and your eyes squeezed shut, tears gathering on your lash line and threatening to drip down your cheeks. He’ll never not be infatuated with how you respond to him, never not love every noise that leaves your lips and every expression that crosses your face, never not adore getting to be with you in this way, to take care of you in this way. 

Mingyu is the luckiest man on earth, the most blessed person of all time, to have you. The knowledge makes his heart feel too big for his chest, brings grateful tears to his eyes, makes him fuck into you just a bit harder, just a bit faster. 

He’s getting so close and he can feel that you are too, in the clenching of your walls and the way your thigh shakes under his hand, and he knows that all you need is a bit of encouragement. 

“Fit me so perfectly, honey, gonna let me fill you up? Gonna let me give you my baby?” The words make his cock twitch and he can feel himself get harder inside you, bigger, and fuck, if you don’t break soon, he just might. 

“Yes, yes, yes, Gyu, want it so bad!” You throw your head back, one hand twisted up in the pillow and the other covering his on your thigh. Your fingers squeeze his and he’s quick to intertwine them, the difference in size shocking as always. 

The circles on your clit stop, but before you can complain he’s gently pinching it between two of his knuckles and fucking into you harder, his hips tilted so the spongy head of his cock can pound right into that bumpy patch inside of you. 

“Please, sweetheart, please,” Mingyu begs you to cum, begs you to fall off the edge before he does, and you listen. 

You listen, thank goodness, your sweet, hot cunt clamping down on his cock and sucking him in deeper as your walls try to milk him dry. It works, his balls seizing up and his dick jumping inside you, his seed flooding into your womb. His legs fold under your ass as he drops down to hover above you, bending you in half and leaning in for a kiss. You can’t kiss him back, panting as you are, but he doesn’t mind, pecking all over your face and down your neck. His teeth close on your collarbone just as his cock shoots one last rope of cum into you, making you whimper and arch your back for more. 

He’s discovered you like when he fucks you until he’s soft, so he draws his hips back and slides them forward again, his cum smoothing his movements even further. He’s glad you packed extra blankets because this duvet cover will need to be washed after he’s finished making a mess of you. His cheeks flame again as the slick squelch reaches his ears, the sound growing louder as you grow wetter. He keeps rutting into you, his softening dick drawing one last release from you before he finally pulls out. 

He covers your cunt with his hand before any more of his cum can drip out, shifting to lay on his elbows between your legs so he can see clearly as he gathers it all up on his fingers and pushes it back inside you. You look so well fucked, your eyes closed and your face slack in exhausted ecstasy, your cunt glossy and spread open. He would fuck you again if he had it in him, make you cum with his tongue if he didn’t want to keep his seed buried deep in you. Instead, he leaves his fingers inside and rises back up, sliding his arm beneath your back and pulling you into his chest. 

He thinks you may be sleeping, but he really should get you and the tent cleaned up, so he slowly withdraws his fingers and takes your hand, guiding it down between your legs. You know what to do, covering your entrance with your fingers and squeezing your legs closed as he pulls you into a sitting position and dampens a cloth with water from the jug you’d brought. 

He cleans you up gently, thoughtfully, smoothing the rag over your limbs and being especially careful with your inner thighs, where you’re sure to bruise from the force of his hips, before lightly running it between your legs. Mingyu loves this part too, having the privilege of caring for you in such a vulnerable state. It always feels sacred, as if he’s carrying out one of the most important of his husbandly duties, putting action to the vows he’d made years ago. To have and to hold. He’s had now, and now he gets to hold you. 

The washing of the duvet can wait until later, he just shoves it into a corner and takes hold of another, pulling it over you after carefully dressing you in your shift. Once you’re comfortable and warm, he sets about tidying himself, wetting a new rag and first cleaning your fingers before cleaning his own and the rest of his body. If this were home, he wouldn’t dress at all, but out in the wilderness, it’s simply unsafe to remain nude, so he pulls on his underclothes and pants. 

They feel itchy on his sensitive skin, on his spent cock, but it was all worth it. And it’ll be worth it tomorrow morning and afternoon too. 

Mingyu jerks awake, your finger poking his chest and your voice soft against the rushing of the water and the sounds of nature. It’s still dark, likely midway through the night, and as soon as he sets eyes on you, he can tell why you’d awoken him. You look dewy with sweat, your eyes hazy and warm and your skin warmer. 

“Need me?” He rumbles lowly, waiting for you to nod and reach for his pants before undoing them himself and helping you climb atop him. He can barely open his eyes, he’s still so tired, but with just a few grinds of your wet center on his cock he’s hard enough to fuck you. He only gets harder when you sit down on his dick, your cunt open enough from earlier that you don’t need any prep. You’re snug around him, still sticky inside with his cum, and his exhaustion only adds to his euphoria. 

He’s lost in a dreamlike state as you fuck him, his head lolling back on the pillow and his hips mindlessly bucking into yours each time you drop yourself down on him. He’s too gone to wish he could help more, too drunk on your warmth to think about anything but staying inside you for the rest of forever. His head spins, his fingers clenching in the blankets as you clench around his cock, but when you tighten on him with a sharp gasp, he forces his eyes open. 

You’re touching yourself. 

Fuck. Fuck, you’re touching yourself, your hand buried between your legs and your little fingers bumping against the base of his dick as you rub sloppy circles your clit. You’re not even looking at him, your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back, and he can just barely see the glint of your wedding ring in the moonlight that soaks through the canvas of the tent. You’re so beautiful, his perfect wife, who woke him just because she needed him, because she needed to use him. 

Mingyu didn’t know he would, but he fucking loves it. Loves being used by you, needed by you, and he should have known. It’s so obvious he could laugh if he wasn’t so busy moaning, his voice caught in a breathless loop of groans and whimpers of your name, pleads slipping out as your cunt swallows his cock over and over again. He’s getting so close, doesn’t even know what he needs to fall over the edge, but as always, you do, even subconsciously and, perhaps, selfishly. 

What he needed was for you to cum, and when you do fall apart around him, he’s quick to follow, nearly whining your name as his sensitive cock twitches and fills you with cum again. His eyes fall shut, his lungs burning as he pants as if he’d done any of the work, and when you snuggle into his chest, he does his best to wrap his listless arms around you. 

“Can I stay?” He breathes into your hair, waiting for you to nod and kiss his pec before almost immediately falling back asleep, his snores filling the air and his cock filling you. 

This time, Mingyu wakes you. 

He’d had the most wonderful dream, you were riding him again but this time, your belly was bigger, and your breasts were too. You were with child, his child, and it felt like the realization of everything he’d ever wanted. You, growing a miraculous little being that would hopefully look more like you, and him, holding you up and holding you close. 

And when he blinked awake, you were on top of him and his arms were wrapped around you, and if he didn’t feel that your belly was the same against his own, he almost could have pretended his dream was real. What was real was his cock, and how hard it was inside of you. 

He didn’t want to fuck you without asking first, so he set a hand on your hip and squeezed gently, murmuring your name until you stirred. 

Now, here he has you, both hands on your hips, holding you up and fucking into you just like in his dream. Soon, the rest of it will be real too, and he’s already nearing the edge just thinking about it. 

You’re so sensitive, he knows this will have to be the last time for at least half the day, so he makes it count, bringing a thumb to your tender clit and whispering all of the details into your neck in between kisses and bites. 

It’s not long until you’re shaking apart on top of him, quietly whining into his chest and digging your nails into his shoulders. It’s reflex by now, to cum when you do, and he can’t stop the wave of pleasure that overcomes him any more than he can stop the deep groan the spills from his lips as he fills you for the last time. He exhales thank you’s into your hair, petting at the parts of your hips that he’d gripped too tightly and rubbing his hands up and down your back to soothe you as you hiccup against him, your tears soaking into his skin. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Mingyu asks, his concern clear. 

“I want it to be real so bad and I love you so much, that’s all,” you sniffle, your tears drying surprisingly quickly and your hands rising to wipe your face before he can. You smile brightly at him, then point over his shoulder, “Look, we literally made love till the morning light.”

Mingyu twists his head around, chuckling as he sees what you’re referring to. The colors of the sunrise seep into the cream canvas of the tent, giving your white shift and the blankets a dreamy glow. Love fills his chest and he can’t resist the urge to pull you down into a kiss, his lips soft against yours. 

His cock is softening too, and this time he can’t stay inside. He wraps his arms around your back and slowly rolls over so he’s above you before carefully pulling out. He doesn’t bother plugging you up, knows he’s filled you more than enough tonight, and dampens one more cloth to cleanse your skin of the evidence of the past few hours so you can enter the day brand new. 

“I love you,” Mingyu reminds you, discarding the cloth in the same corner as the old duvet and meeting your eyes once more. 

“I love you,” you respond, reaching your arms out to him and tugging him down into a hug. 

“I’ve gotta get to fishing and the laundry,” he breathes into your neck, “But you should rest.”

He grins as you pout but acquiesce, loosening your hold on his shoulders and playfully feeling up his bicep before letting him go altogether and snuggling back into the fresh blankets he’d covered you with. 

“Wear your hat,” you caution him sweetly, not wanting his eyes to get too tired with the light or for his skin to get sunburned. 

“‘Course, darlin’,” Mingyu beams, pulling on his clothes and lacing up his boots before leaning down for one last kiss. He ducks out of the tent, his height making this difficult, and peeks an arm back in, feeling around blindly for the hat, which somehow makes its way into his hand. 

Mingyu grins a little grin, feeling his canines press into his kiss-swollen bottom lip, and puts it on his head, his boots quiet as can be on the riverbank as he sets up his fishing gear. 

His wife needs some sleep, after all. 

AN: okayyyy i wanted to wait to post this until the anniversary of the first part but i figured i’ve taken long enough already! if you enjoy, pls reblog or comment with your thoughts and feelings!

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I've been reading your fics and answers and now I can't help but to send you one too lol

literally im here dropping in to say that mingyu's the type to kneel on the floor to eat you out while you're on the couch because you told him you were stressed

- 🌻

"bad day?"

you sigh and nod your head as you slump down onto the couch, not even bothering to remove your jacket. mingyu's face crinkles into one of concern and he knows there's really only one thing that will take your mind off things.

"let me get rid of all your stresses."

without a second thought, he's sliding off the couch from his spot next to you and settling himself between your legs, spreading them far enough for him to comfortably sit. you feel your heart pound as he lifts your hips and shuffles your slacks down your hips and thighs, letting them pool at your ankles.

he quickly moves your hips up again and removes your panties from your hips, letting them fall to where your pants sit. in an impatient manner, he removes your shoes and pulls your pants and underwear off completely and flings them behind him.

"gonna make you feel so good," he mumbles, his hands caressing your thighs softly while you whimper and wiggle your hips impatiently. he chuckles at how fast you've gone from stressed to needy without even being properly touched.

"gyu, please hurry," you accentuate your plea by grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging on it lightly, a groan leaving his lips at the sting. just as you're about to tug on his locks again, he dives in and lets his tongue explore your cunt.

with every pass of his tongue, every lick and nibble, you feel yourself getting lost in the feeling. the worries of the day are slowly melting away into a mixture of lust and pleasure, and mingyu can tell.

he knows exactly where to suck and lick, letting his lips lave over your clit on more than one occasion just to get a rise out of you. he knows that if he lets his tongue roll over the bundle of nerves multiple times, you'll start begging.

"m-mingyu! mingyu....fuck im gonna cum-" your grip on his hair tightens as your orgasm washes over you without warning, stars speckling your vision and incoherent mumbles tumble past your lips.

it takes you a few moments to come back to, and when you do, mingyu's tiny grin is peeking up at you from between your legs. you feel your cheeks grow warm at the sight of him, chin dripping with your juices and his eyes sparkling with lust.

"do you feel better?"

you hum a reply and pull him onto the couch next to you, before palming his obvious erection through his sweats. he groans and throws his head back on the couch, his hand gripping your wrist.

"gonna make you feel good now too."

hi em. im so sorry but im about to bring filth to you so here i go. that pic of mingyu getting drenched on stage with a glimpse of his abs? got me drenched as hell too. i wanna fucking ride his abs while his strong hands holds onto my hips i will let the feminist in me die, on my knees for this man. again, i apologise for being down bad for this man. hope you have a nice day

omg never apologize for bringing filth to me!! my user is sluttywoozi, i am always down for being down bad!

but yeah yes absolutely, like how can you look at these and not want to do that?

he'd fucking love watching you ride his abs and helping you take pleasure in his body even if his cock is trapped in his sweats and weeping for you. feeling your pussy throb and get wetter and wetter and wetter on him is enough, and he's not satisfied until your arousal is running down the sides of his stomach and you're whining on top of him, crying about how empty you feel and how you want his cock so so so bad. he won't give it to you until after you've cum all over him, and when your hips get tired of moving, he takes over the moving for you, his big, strong hands dragging you back and forth over his abs until you shake, until you scream, until your eyelashes are wet with tears and his skin is wet with you 😌

i hope you have a nice day too 💖💖💖

for the love of GOD i need to know what each svt member is like when they're talking you through an orgasm-

seungcheol: “squeeze my hand, baby. that’s it, you can squeeze harder, it’s ok. i won’t break, i promise.”

jeonghan: “are you cumming? yeah? does it feel good, baby? talk to me.” meanwhile you’re cumming your brains out under him and can’t form a single word

joshua: “atta girl, so good for me. keep going… ride it out.”

jun: “kiss me, kiss me- fucking kiss me…” and then the rest is incoherent because he’s mumbling it into your mouth

soonyoung: “don’t stop, keep moving your hips… it’ll feel better that way, trust me. there you go.”

wonwoo: “aw, are those tears? just cumming so fucking hard, yeah? crying because it’s sooo much but still bouncing on my cock because it feels too good? i know, baby, i know. let it out.”

jihoon: i imagine y’all in a position where you’re afraid to fall so you’re holding back but jihoon is so strong that he’s all like “i’ve got you. it’s alright, just relax. let it wash over you.”

seokmin: “god damn it, you feel so good. fuck, how is that even possible? you’re gonna make me cum, baby, just- yeah don’t stop cumming.”

mingyu: “good girl, making such a mess on my cock. wanna make a mess on my face next? yeah? you can once we’re done here.”

minghao: “go ahead, love. yeah cum for me… that’s it. so obedient for me, cumming when i tell you to. aren’t i lucky?”

seungkwan: “you look so fucking pretty like this, baby. wish i could make you cum a hundred times just to see your face when you do.”

vernon: “yeah, grind like that… if you, oh fuck me are you cumming? warn a guy next time, would you? fuck… i’m cumming too, baby—”

chan: “remember to breathe, baby. stay with me, okay? can’t have you passing out on me just yet. deep breaths… c’mon, just until the aftershocks pass.”

What are your thoughts on fwb!mingyu?😩

“i’m getting sexiled? again?”

mingyu scoffs at his roommate and puts his hands on his hips.

“you don’t have to leave! you just can’t be… here.” he gestures to the general living space, making wonwoo roll his eyes.

“unwelcome in my own home,” he mutters under his breath as he gets up from the couch to retreat to his room.

“come on, you know i can’t have you around when she gets here or you’ll say some dumb shit.”

wonwoo smirks. “like what? that you’re in love with her?”

“exactly. that’s exactly what i’m trying to avoid. so if you’d be so kind as to-”

“it’s the truth, though.”

there’s a knock on the door and both boys turn their heads toward it. mingyu shoots another glance at his best friend who holds his hands up in surrender. “i’m going, i’m going. remember to use protection.” then he shuts himself in his bedroom before mingyu can get another word in.

mingyu approaches the front door, takes a deep breath, and opens it, catching you as you spill into the room. you’d been leaning against it for god knows what reason but thankfully mingyu is very strong and gets you back on your feet with ease.

“what was that about?” he asks, gazing at you fondly.

the light is dim but you still notice the sparkle in his eyes as he looks at you…

“wanted to make an entrance,” is all you offer as explanation, pointedly not looking him in the eye.

“well you certainly did.”

“is wonwoo home?”

mingyu pouts. “am i not enough for you?”

you shove his chest and drop your bag on the bench that sits by the door. “no, dummy. i just want to know how quiet we have to be.”

“ohhh. well, yeah, he is home. sorry.” you shrug. “it’s not like he doesn’t know what you’re here to do, though.”

“sure but we shouldn’t be rude! it’s his apartment too, you know.”

his apartment that mingyu had all but kicked him out of two minutes ago.

“let’s go to your room,” you urge, “it’s already late.”

-

“fuck, baby,” mingyu groans as he watches you bounce on top of him. “you’re so wet…”

you whine quietly, nodding. “been thinking about this all week.”

“yeah? why didn’t you call earlier, then? could’ve been giving it to you every single day, pretty girl.”

you tighten up at the pet name, making mingyu smile.

“didn’t want to… seem needy.”

“from now on call whenever you want,” mingyu gasps. “any time. i’ll fuck you right, yeah?”

“gyu…”

“i mean it.”

mingyu knows he’s getting into dangerous territory here… but that’s how it always goes when he’s inside of you. you fall into bed together, he says some questionable things that neither of you acknowledge later, you both cum (you preferably over and over), and then you act a little weird and claim you need to get home. you’ve never spent the night, not once. mingyu wishes you would.

“you do?”

“yes, baby. i’ll give you this dick whenever you want it. just have to ask.”

“what if…” you sniffle, “what if i want it all the time? what if it’s never enough?”

“then you’ll get it all the time. it’s your dick anyway, baby.”

“fuck, i’m going to cum again!”

you’ve already came on mingyu’s face and his fingers, so it doesn’t surprise him that you’re already back on the edge.

“go ahead, i’ve got you,” mingyu whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your hips.

your eyes roll back as it hits you, fingernails digging into his shoulders. he helps you ride it out and then flips you onto your back. he’s close too, but he doesn’t want it to be over yet. he’s just not ready to let go of you for the night.

“still with me, pretty girl?”

you nod hazily, your cockdrunk grin plunging right into mingyu’s heart.

“good, because i’m not stopping until you beg me to.”

an ode to m(ingyu)abs

✧ kim mingyu x f!reader ✧ summary: riding gyu's abs. that's it! ✧ wc is approx 1.17k ✧ warnings: MDNI. smut, riding abs, clit stimulation, fingering the clit (!!). taking photos during sex, dirty talking, bodily fluids (wet pussy and sweat). multiple orgasms, sensitivity. mingyu's hands. no dom/sub tones until the end teehee. descriptions of female anatomy and use of "good girl/pretty girl/princess" etc. ✧ grammar warning: ik "grinded" isn't the correct past term of the word "grind" but i fucking hate the concept of using "ground" as the past tense so i'm rewriting the english language thanks <3 ✧ author's note: pls take a moment to reblog/send an ask if you enjoyed!! thank u for reading ^^

his grip on your hips was strong, and you could feel the tips of Mingyu's fingernails as they dug into your skin -- not deep enough to cause any true pain, but just enough to send a soft spike of pleasure and stimulation through you.

like you needed any more -- stimulation, that is.

your ears were flooded with your loud gasps and high whimpers, and you would be ashamed -- had been in the past -- if it weren't for mingyu's own gasps and moans. he was just as loud as you despite him getting no real relief; it was as if your pleasure was enough for him.

you could feel his skin beneath your hands as you grinded down on his abdomen. his tanned skin was slick with sweat and your juices, and you could feel the flex of his abs beneath your hands whenever he clenched, offering you more of a harsh surface to grind down upon. his abs beneath your cunt were soaked even more than the rest of him, your cunt drenching him to the point where, when you grinded down on his body and slid your cunt along him, you got no resistance.

and your eyes -- your eyes were feasting.

mingyu was laid beneath you, a complete mess. his dark curls were matted with sweat and sticking to his forehead, his thick brows furrowed together. mingyu's sweet brown eyes constantly flickered about, from your face to your hips to your cunt and repeating. his mouth was wide open, the concept of quieting himself and muffling his pleasure completely foreign; and so his every sound was loud, his pleasure sending more and more juices from your cunt.

a thick drop of sweat curled around his temple before dropping to his chest. instinctively you put your hand over it, covering his soaked tit, nails scraping.

he moaned your name, nails digging into your flesh. "pretty girl," he gasped, voice slightly hoarse. "such a pretty girl, my pretty girl."

"yours," you whined, hands pressing down onto his chest. you shifted forward, angling so your clit brushed against his abdomen. mingyu clenched his tummy and you couldn't help but gasp. immediately, desperately, you were grinding down on him, heat flooding through you, arms trembling. "gyu --"

"'s okay," he mumbled, lisp sliding around the words. mingyu shifted, large hands spreading over you. he ran them over your stomach, your hips. the tips of his fingers brushed along the curve of your tits, not quite touching, but still was just enough to send sparks through your body.

mingyu's hands went back to your hips. and then he was taking control, moving you so your cunt was flat against his stomach and ensuring that your clit rubbed against him with every single move. he led you into a rhythmic grind, thumbs pressing into your stomach while the rest of his fingers dug into your back.

"that's a good girl," he whined, sucking his lip beneath his teeth. "good girl. soaking my tummy with your cunt, painting it all pretty with your pussy."

"gyu --" his name was a moan, leaving your lips in a rush. your mouth fell open, the pleasure sinking into your bones and making your whole body lax with it.

"that's it," he murmured. one of his hands traveled up your body, though he didn't stop leading your hips. he ran his nails over your tit, the sensation sending tingles down your spine, before he wrapped his fingers around your nipple and tugged.

the pleasure-pain was all you needed. it took only a few more tugs of your nipple for your orgasm to travel through you. it wasn't as harsh as your other ones, wasn't like a crashing of the ocean against a cliff. instead it traveled over your body like the gentle tides of the ocean at noon while your cunt began to spasm around nothing, clit throbbing and heart hammering.

"good girl," mingyu praised you, lips curling softly. he shoved his hand up beneath the pillow, withdrawing his phone. mingyu angled his phone and you could hear the shutter of the camera as he took each picture.

click. a picture of his abs, soaked with the juices spilled from your pussy.

click. a picture of your thighs on either side of him, making sure to angle the phone so it caught the slick drenching his tummy and your thighs.

click. a whimper escaped you when his other hand went to your cunt. he pushed you back just enough so he could move his fingers to your pussy, using two of them to spread your pussy lips so he could take a picture of your wet cunt.

"gyu," you sobbed, sucking your bottom lip. his eyes met yours. "you've taken enough photos, gyu, please."

for a moment a look flickered over his face. it was one of satisfaction, of victory; it was delight at your whimpers, pleasure at how needy you were -- how needy you were for him.

mingyu pushed you off of his body, guiding you onto the bed. you were still in the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you didn't have it in you to feel guilty about the loud whine that left your mouth.

"it's okay baby," mingyu cooed, running a hand through your sweaty hair before his lips pressed against your temple. mingyu pressed a quick, messy kiss to your mouth. and then he was traveling down your body.

his thick fingers, known for their clumsiness, found your clit as easily as they always did. taking advantage of your sensitivity, mingyu began thrusting his fingers around your clit in a rapid motion, raising his voice to speak over your moans.

"come on baby," he begged, the look of pure adoration and lust in his eyes enough to make you squeeze yours shut. you were helpless to him, your hips seeking out his fingers eagerly. "cum for me again, sweet girl, please. cum for me, baby, you gotta. you gotta drench my fingers, princess, gotta soak 'em."

with a loud sob, you did as he asked. mingyu laughed softly, one of his large hands settling on your hip and keeping you still so he could continue to work at your clit, continue to guide your body through your second orgasm.

your body shivered once he was done, and it took considerable effort to open your eyes. both of mingyu's large hands were pushing open your thighs, showing off your glistening pussy.

"how pretty," he murmured, lips smirking. mingyu reached for his phone again, but this time he only bothered with two photos before abandoning it. "such a good girl," he praised, thumbs swiping on the tender insides of your thighs. "gotta give my princess a reward for being so good for me, yeah?"

for a moment you considered saying no -- you were exhausted, body molding into the bed.

but then mingyu was burying his face into your pussy, his tongue flat and running over your entire cunt, and thoughts of more and please flooded your mind.

EVENING GLOW — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. you’re having a horrible, no good, very bad day and mingyu wants to do everything he can to make it better.

wc. 4.5k+

warnings. hurt/comfort, overthinking, reader goes through it and cries a lot, allusions to having anxiety, smut! soft bf!mingyu, so much praise (it’s insane), pet names (angel, baby, sweet/pretty girl), reader is v needy and sensitive, a lot of reassurance, hand holding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, slight dumbification, creampie, V SOFT, unprotected sex — MINORS DNI 18+

note. because i love keir ( @jeonghantis ) and bc they deserve the world and all of the stars. also it’s really for anyone who’s had way too many bad days in a row <3 u are very loved (by me and ur fave). also, i lost sight of the plot half way thru this (very common reoccurrence in all of my mingyu fics) so i apologize for that hehsh. i appreciate ur feedback! <3 and yes, this is loosely based off evening glow by wave to earth <33333333 + @toruro i also hope u like this hehehe

bad days aren’t uncommon for you, but you’ve had significantly less since kim mingyu waltzed into your life like the klutz he is. he manages to make every day brighter by simply existing. every smile, every laugh, every touch makes bad days seem like a distant memory.

that’s not to say you don’t still have them because you do. 

you still have days– like today– where it seems like nothing is right. days where you overthink every single thing in your life, ‘am i doing this right?’ ‘does he still love me?’ ‘does any of this even fucking matter?’ days where you want the earth to crack all the way open and swallow you whole. 

those days are beyond harsh. they have you trudging back home with wet lash lines, cloudy vision, and a loud voice in your head that’s begging– pleading– don’t cry, don’t cry, please don’t cry. 

and today… today felt like you went to hell and back. the second your eyes opened, you knew it was going to be one of those days and it truly was a series of rather unfortunate events. you woke up late and alone, you were reprimanded by your boss, you spilled your much-needed coffee during your break, your coworkers were much more hostile than usual, you got yelled at by clients over the phone, your personal phone died halfway through the day because, of course, you forgot to charge it last night, and then, the intrusive thoughts came. the ones that had you overthinking like crazy. 

and it’s not like you could talk to anyone about it (read: talk to mingyu about it). your phone was dead and you hated all of your coworkers, so you were stuck. stuck in limbo, it seemed, mind plagued with horrid thoughts. everything good in your life didn’t feel so good anymore. 

which is why you were practically in tears when you got back home, letting them roll down your face shamelessly as your hand fumbled the keys. you eventually got it into the lock– after steadying your shaky hand– turning the metal and letting yourself in. the second you shut the door, you press your back against it, head in your hands as you let out the soft sobs you've been holding in all day. 

on most of your bad days, you can keep your tears at bay till you make it into the shower. but, on days like today, you just can’t and your sobs echo through the empty apartment, reminding you that you’ll be alone till your boyfriend arrives. it’s not the prettiest sight, though, so you’re partially glad that mingyu misses it since he gets home after you. 

he usually does, at least. 

what you don’t realize is mingyu is home and he’s wandering around the apartment with his brows furrowed, confused as to where the sound of crying is coming from.

and when he sees you at the main entrance with your hands covering your face, he feels the air leave his lungs and his heart almost literally cracks in half. 

he treads carefully, slowly making his way to you. “...baby?”

you’re startled, choking on one of your sobs at the sound of his voice. out of mere embarrassment, you quickly wipe your tears with your sleeve though it does nothing to hide the fact that you actually have been crying. 

“gyu…” you say with a wavering voice, doing your absolute best to keep up your shitty facade. you quickly feel your resolve crumbling as you both stand in awkward silence, so you put your head down to avoid eye contact. “i-i thought you were working?”

he ignores your question and counters with his own, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

you bite your trembling lip and shake your head, eyes still trained on the floor. 

he walks a few steps closer, now towering over your trembling body, “c’mon, angel. tell me what happened.”

you take a shuddered breath, slowly raising your head to look up at him. he frowns at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks and at the fact that all you can say is “hi…” in a nearly-inaudible, yet dulcet voice.

“hi, baby,” he whispers back, hands coming to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping at your stray tears. “tell me what happened.” he repeats, a bit more demanding this time. 

you deflate, “i just had a bad day… it was nothing.”

he shakes his head at how you invalidate yourself, “it’s not nothing if it’s making you cry, Y/N…” he gently reminds.  “please tell me? i wanna help… if you’ll let me.”

you sigh, leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter close and the words escape you before your brain can process them. you tell him everything trying your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you. it’s not like mingyu would care if you were crying and blubbering out your words, but you knew he hated seeing you so upset, so you refrain from shedding more tears. 

you try to refrain, at least. you can’t stop the way they helplessly fall when you open your eyes again. “nothing was going right, gyu… my day was so bad that it had me overthinking every little thing.”

“i’m sorry, baby.” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. “i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you.”

you shake your head profusely, swallowing the lump you feel in your throat, “n-no! no, please, it’s not your fault, gyu, i swear. my phone died, so it’s not like you could’ve known anyway.”

he pulls away from you, hands coming down to hold yours. “what did you think about?” 

you squeeze his hands, “a lot of things…”

“like?” he frowns, pressing further.

you look away, mumbling out a lie, “i dunno. it was a lot… i can’t really remember right now. ”

truth be told, you didn’t want to admit the anxiety-induced thoughts you had earlier knowing he’d worry. if he heard half the ones you had about your relationship, you know he’d probably break down himself. you’re well aware mingyu loves you more than anything on earth because he never fails to remind you.

but sometimes, the tiny voice in the back of your head– the one that says he’s too good to be true– gets a bit too loud and you tend to forget all his little reminders– all the ‘i love you’s’ he whispers into your ear right before bed, all the kisses he peppers onto your face, all the hugs where he squeezes the life out of you. 

“you don’t have to tell me what you thought about, but i do want to tell you something,” he starts, a small smile making its way onto his pretty lips. he leans into you, with a voice so small as he says, “i love you. and i know i suffocate you with it sometimes, but it’s true. i love you so much. please don’t ever doubt that.”

you nod, sniffling, “i know.” 

his smile grows, “and?...”

your lips curve up a bit and you whisper, “and i love you, too.”

“you better not forget it,” he playfully jokes, forehead resting on yours again. “you know i love you the most, though.”

you giggle softly, shaking your head. “you always turn it into a competition. you know it isn’t right?”

“i know it isn’t, but i do.” he confirms, voice tender and a bit hushed. “i want you to remember that the next time you think too hard. i love my pretty girl the most… more than anything. i’d do anything to keep you happy. wanna see that pretty smile everyday.”

the genuinity– the love– that drips from his words has you weak. the words replay in your head over and over almost as if it’s on a constant loop.

i love my pretty girl. 

my pretty girl.

your breath hitches at the unanticipated pet name, remembering the sweet, innocent way it rolled off his tongue. you know you probably shouldn’t feel this way, but it doesn’t stop the way you squeeze your thighs together, pussy pulsing at the mere term of endearment. you’re almost sure mingyu can feel the heat radiating off your skin, yet he does nothing. he stands still, warm, brown eyes staring at your tear-stained face.

so you take matters into your own hands. 

you stand tall and lean into him. your nose brushes against his and the proximity between the two of you closes quickly. i want to be kissed, your face reads– begs– and he finally sees that, obliging reluctantly. 

his eyes flutter and his lips graze against yours before you take the lead and close the gap for him. as his mouth collides with yours, you feel warmth erupt in your body and you relish it.

the kiss is soft. gentle. it nearly has you melting under him.

but the longer his lips mold against yours, the longer his tongue roams the inside of your mouth, the needier you get. it’s like all your worries wash away. all the bad thoughts evaporate into thin air. all you can think about is the everlasting love you have for the man before you and the incessant love he has for you, too.

you untangle your hands from his in favor of pawing at his chest, nails digging into the cotton fabric of his shit and slightly biting into his skin. 

you’re slowly, yet surely losing your mind. the kiss deepens and all the coherent thoughts you had minutes prior are being pushed to the back as mingyu is on the forefront of your mind. you’re overcome with need for him. need for him to make you forget everything. need for him to fuck you till all you can think about him and the way his cock makes you feel.

and mingyu knows this, of course. he knows with the way you claw at him and how you whimper desperately as if you’ve been deprived from his touch for far too long. 

it’s why he doesn’t make you beg for it. instead he’s pulling away, watching you chase his lips while he breathlessly asks, “you sure you wanna do this, baby?” he looks so enamored with you. there’s no doubt you look like a complete mess right now, but it’s like he sees past it. past the tears, past the red eyes, past all the sadness. 

“please,” you whisper, sniffling again. 

he murmurs okay against your lips before grabbing your hand and guiding you to your shared room. 

he diligently strips you of your clothing, first your pants then your shirt. his fingers skillfully popping the buttons on your blouse and slipping it off your body, letting it fall into a pool on the ground. 

“so beautiful,” he whispers, massive hands immediately moving to grope your tits through your bra. “you’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” 

his words linger in the air and you feel them. you feel beautiful when he stares at you half naked in your cotton panties and mismatched bra. you feel beautiful with your puffy eyes and snotty nose. mingyu makes you feel so beautiful even in your most unfavorable moments. 

you whimper at his heavy hands, your own tugging at the ends of his shirt, wordlessly begging for the fabric to join the other clothes on the ground. he obliges immediately, practically ripping it off of himself before his hands are back on you. 

he pulls your bra down, letting your tits spill out, kneading at the flesh with hearts in his eyes. a breathy version of his name comes out of your mouth– 

and the sound makes his cock ache. his body yearns and begs to be inside of you. so much so that it has him swiftly unclasping your bra before gently pushing you onto the bed. he thinks it’s gentle, at least. mingyu tends to forget his strength so his gentle can be your rough. 

it doesn’t matter, it never has. every single act mingyu performs for you is one that comes from a place of love. he’s a benevolent man, not a single malicious bone lives in his hand-crafted body. 

“gyu,” you whisper, hand slipping in between your thighs to work on your clothed clit as he towers over you. at your own contact, you feel a shock run through your body and your back just slightly arches off the bed. “need you.”

he curses under his breath, suddenly unable to breathe in his loose house shorts. he hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down and presenting his leaky, hard cock to you. 

and the sight has your entire body going hot. you throw your head back against the plush pillows and moan out his name, louder this time, fingers moving faster against your clit– though it would feel so much better if he finally put his hands on you. or better yet, his cock inside of you. 

“gyu,” you drag out his name in a cry and you finally feel the bed dip under his weight.

“i know, baby,” he whispers, hand moving yours away from your soaked panties in favor of replacing it. when his bigger fingers begin to rub circles into the covered bud, you gasp and let yours grasp at the sheets under you. “i know you need me. i’ve got you.” he reassures you, voice shaky as he notices just how wet you are. “gonna make you feel so good, don’t worry.”

but you don’t realize how sensitive you are because the second his hand slips inside your panties, his warm hand finding your heated cunt, fresh tears spring to your eyes. “oh, fuck,” you shudder, shaking underneath him. 

“you’re so wet,” he mutters the obvious, fingers dipping in between your folds to collect your slick before pulling his hand out. 

“don’t tease me,” you plead weakly.

he frowns, shaking his head, “i’m not– i won’t,” he tells you softly, rolling your panties off your body and down your legs. he tosses the cotton material over to join the other articles of clothing on the ground before his hands spread your legs open, displaying you for himself. “i told you that i got you, pretty girl, i promise.” 

you give him a broken nod, squirming in discomfort.

his hand is back on your pussy in no time, tapping at your drooling hole with two of his fingers. “this still okay?”

you nod again, “yes, gyu.”

he leans down, lips meeting yours as he presses into you with his index and middle fingers. he’s quick to swallow your moan as he stretches you open, feeling the way your gummy walls invite and welcome him in. 

your kiss is more fervent this time around. you can feel his need, the way he shoves his tongue into your mouth, messy and uncoordinated. it has you trapping his fingers between your wet walls, grinding with all your might against his hand. 

you have no clue how he manages to multi-task, both finger-fucking and kissing you into oblivion, but he does both without fail. you whine desperately against his lips, one of your hands coming to wrap around his wrist in hopes to support yourself. 

the wet squelching of your cunt fills the room and it has him pulling away from you for a second to groan out, “you hear that, angel? pretty pussy takin’ my fingers so fuckin’ well.”

you clench around him again, enveloping him as if your life depended on it– you feel so fucking good–

and yet you crave more. it feels good, yes, mingyu always has you seeing stars, but you need more. more of his fingers, more of him. and mingyu is probably well aware of the fact with the way your pussy swallows his fingers, but you know he’s reluctant about giving you too much because of… prior events.

you want that– you want too much. you want to forget about your shitty day. the only thing you want to think about, the only thing you want to be all-consumed by in this very moment, is mingyu. 

“m-more–” you whine against his lips as he wildly pushes in and out of your messy cunt. 

fingers unfaltering in speed, he pulls away from you breathlessly, lips wet and swollen. “more, baby?” 

“mhm,” you give him pleading eyes as you whisper, “wanna cum.”

“fuck,” he mumbles, nodding his head mindlessly as if your words put him into a daze. his fingers pull out and his ring finger joins the two that are already covered in your slick. they push into you slowly, effectively opening you up. “how’s this, beautiful? this enough?” 

you pant, clamping around the digits, squeezing them like a vice. “m-min-” you muffle your moan with your hand, more tears stinging in your eyes.

“no?” he asks, an endearing grin on his face. he maneuvers till he’s in between your legs, he moves further down the bed and your heart thumps erratically in your chest. 

it’s when his lips wrap around your clit while he concurrently thrusts his fingers into your sopping heat that you let out an ear-splitting moan. you lace your fingers into his silky hair and tug at his roots without a care. 

he winces and moans against you at the feeling, the pain making his cock throb against the bed. 

your mind escapes you, melting at the pleasure. his tongue flicks at the sensitive, swollen bud while his fingers curl against your sweet spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you’re on the brink of pure ecstasy. 

“s-so close, fuck, i’m close, gyu.” you babble breathlessly. 

he moans again, tirelessly continuing his brutal attack on your pussy, but the sound waves of said moans shock your entirety and teeter right over the edge. your vision goes black for a solid minute, only a few specks of white in sight, your blinding orgasm taking your entire body over. 

you jerk under him, back arching as you release all over his fingers, the tightrope in your tummy completely unraveling and allowing you to soak his fingers in your syrupy arousal. his mouth moves down as he pulls out and slurps you up obnoxiously, eating you out as you cum.

and you can’t stop shaking, not even after he’s pulled his mouth and fingers away from you. your body twitches and writhes like he’s been working you for hours and mingyu, astounded, has never seen you like this– well, he definitely has– not after a single orgasm, at least.

he shudders, body burning with need. the taste of you alone has his brain a bit fuzzy. “are… you okay? was it too much?” he manages to ask, voice strained. 

mingyu thinks his question falls on deaf ears when all he hears is your heaving and tiny whimpers. he moves to clean you up, partially worried he overstimulated you, but then you make grabby hands at the large, flushed man.

he leans into your touch, allowing you to grab on to him, “what’s wrong?” 

when he looks into your eyes, glassy and glazed over, he notices the hint of need. the pinch of pure desperation. he sees the way you wordlessly ask for more of him, how you wordlessly ask for him to just fuck you already– he can’t deny you. not with the year-long day you’ve had or with the way his cock is basically begging to stuff you full. 

he pecks your lips and sits up again. a soft chuckle escapes him as you chase him for another kiss, but it quickly turns into a sharp breath when he looks down at your puffy, pulsing pussy. you’re crying for him, that much is obvious, but your pussy is just weeping. 

an endless trail of arousal continues to drool out of you and it’s so enticing… yet it feels so tantalizing… 

he feels a bit guilty for being this hard, for wanting to fuck you so bad. it’s in his good nature. you’ve told him countless times that it’s okay, that you need him, but he just wants to make sure. 

“are you sure?” he whispers, so soft that you could almost miss it. “we can just go to bed if you’re not up for this, Y/N.”

you can tell that mingyu is fighting inner turmoil. you know he always feels guilty for fucking you stupid. today, though, you’re sure he feels guilty for the other things. 

you don’t want him to. he shouldn’t feel guilty for something beyond his control, so you muster up all your strength and, in a wavered voice, tell him, “i want you… always want you.”

you hear his breath of relief and see the wobbly smile on his face and you mirror it. he’s quickly ridding his mind of the guilt and shame at your reassurance and lining himself up with your hole. he slides the tip of his cock between your lips and revels in the way you jolt gently. 

“deep breath f’me,” he mutters, knowing you’ll need it. when he hears your shaky inhale, he takes one of his own right as he pushes into you. “fuck,” he says breathlessly. you’re still so fucking tight around him.

a broken whine bubbles up in the back of your throat and mingyu watches the way your eyes screw shut and your jaw goes slack. beautiful, he thinks to himself. even when you’re fucked out of your mind.  

he finds the strength to push past the resistance, slowly shoving himself inside of you till his pelvis meets yours.

when he bottoms out, your face contorts and you’re spluttering over your words, “s-so big,” 

he nods his head like he knows. “i know, baby,” he murmurs, sliding one of his hands into yours. “but you’re so good for me, always take me so well.” he whispers this time as he’s leaning down, moving your intertwined hands next to your head on the pillow. his free hand cups your heated cheek and he studies you for a few minutes, cock fully sheathed inside of you. 

he watches your face change as you become accustomed to the size of him, how your contorted, pained face relaxes as the minutes pass. when your eyes flutter open and you whimper his name, “gyu…” he pulls out a tiny bit before pushing back in– something of an experimental thrust– and discerns your positive reaction. 

he repeats his actions, inching out a bit more and sliding back in with ease. his eyes observe you intently, noticing every reaction you make as he drives his cock in and out of you, each one going deeper than the last. 

his hand squeezes yours and his lips graze against yours, “feel good?” he asks, breath fanning over your face. 

“uh-huh, so good,” you respond in a pant. “th-thank you.”

he falters a bit, but continues to deliver his deep and calculated thrusts. “why are you thanking me, angel?”

“for taking care of me.” 

mingyu’s heart swells and nearly bursts right then and there. his smile practically reaches his ears because mingyu, admittedly, loves being the cause of your pleasure. he’s a giver. he always has been. 

it makes his hips move faster, his hips flushing to yours with every stroke. the bed squeaks under you, loud and annoyingly high-pitched. neither of you are bothered by the sound as you’re wrapped up within each other– you’re moaning and whining for more and more against his lips and he’s promising to deliver through deep groans and grunts against yours. 

and he does deliver. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and it knocks the wind out of your lungs. you squeeze the hand in yours and your other comes to claw at his body. you dig your nails into the flesh of his arm, biting into him in favor of leaving crescent shapes on his smooth skin. 

he hisses, but the subtle sting just spurs him on. that and the way your pussy contracts around him.

“oh fuck,” you whisper, a high-pitched whine following the words. you’re so sensitive from your previous orgasm that it’s making all too much. your body is buzzing and the familiar knot is forming quicker than usual. “mingyu– mingyu, i-i’m so close.”

he nods, breathing out, “it’s okay, baby– cum for me. you deserve it.” you deserve everything you want, he fails to add. 

you don’t hold back, completely unraveling under him. you’re easily reduced to a mess, gushing all over his cock while you mewl a mantra of his name. your brain leaves you for a solid minute as you mindlessly babble out thank you’s and i love you’s. 

he pulls away from your lips as he watches you come undone. he’s truly so enraptured by you. with your tear-stained cheeks and the drool that trails past your bruised lips. when you tell him you love him– almost incoherently– his dick twitches in your spasming cunt. 

“i love you.” he groans, swiftly rocking into you. you’re sobbing in overstimulation, but he eases you with more praise. “you’re so good, fuck, so perfect. i love you so bad.”

his hand leaves your cheek, instead grabbing your free hand and intertwining your fingers. he pins your hands next to your head, just like the other, and continues fucking you. 

“my pretty girl,” he murmurs, holding your contrastingly smaller hands tightly. “i’m gonna cum inside… you want that right?”

the question triggers your mind back to life. “please,” you moan weakly. “n-need it.”

he twitches again, a throaty groan coming out of him before he gasps. his entire body stiffens before he presses himself all the way inside of you. his groans and grunts distort to needy moans as ropes of his seed paint the velvet walls of your convulsing heat. 

he attempts to control his breathing. after a minute straight of panting and whining, his heaving chest slows and falls into a steady rhythm. 

“are you okay?” he pants, pulling out of you, body still hovering over yours. “was it too much…”

your lips turn up into a tiny, sweet smile and nod your head, “‘m okay, baby.”

“good,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing your lips.

he releases you from his grasp and falls next to you, trying to recover more before cleaning you up. he sighs, soothing a hand over your skin and you scoot into him.

“i wanna help you,” mingyu starts with the softest voice you’ve ever heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence, “you can always tell me when you’re having one of these days, baby… you know that right?”

“i know,” you nod, mindlessly tracing shapes onto his bare chest. 

“i’m always gonna be here for you… as long as you’ll have me.”

“i know.” you repeat, words whispered this time. “you always make the days better– make them shine– you literally have a heart of gold, mingyu.” 

he chuckles, “i don’t,”

“no, you do. just trust me. if we cut you open right now for open heart surgery, there’d be 24 karat gold in the shape of a human heart inside of you.” you tell him.

mingyu smiles widely. happily. 

“just remember that this heart is all yours, angel.” 

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this has been sitting in my drafts for like a year, not edited 🫶🏼

contents - soft pleasure dom!mingyu, forced orgasms (f), oral (f), ass play, light bondage, praise and sweet talk (honestly got a little romantic), a touch of dacryphilia, vague cockwarming, aftercare

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selfish | kim mingyu

word count: 1.6k

a/n: another rewrite of a piece i wrote last year, one of my favs imo :p enjoy! warnings under the cut.

songs: boom by dpr live + dpr ian, seven by jungkook

warnings: nsfw/18+, minors dni. not proofread! fem!reader, you’re hot as fuck, and gyu is in looooove<3, reader has/had weight insecurities, mentions of alcohol, reader and gyu drank a bit but not enough to get drunk, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, praise, “angel”/“good/pretty girl”, let me know if i missed anything!

mingyu is selfless.

seungcheol, joshua, everyone always commended him for that. he was always one to put everyone else before himself, except for when it came to you.

he hates being selfish, but with you, he can’t help it. he wants you all to himself. what do the kids call it nowadays? “gatekeeping?” whatever it is, he loathes the looks you get from everyone. whenever he brings you to any social gathering, it’s as if all eyes were on you. he couldn’t blame them, you were radiant. the most beautiful person anyone could come across. to him, he was lucky to have landed you.

what he doesn’t realize is the tighter grip he has on the flesh of your hip as you two walk the streets. the usual date night dinner was in order, and he couldn’t help but notice the wandering eyes following you as you two walked home. maybe it was the couple of glasses of wine in his system, but something inside him burned a hot red. of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you are more perceptive to the eyes on you than he thinks. all part of your little plan, and you weren’t going to waste the opportunity.

he is probably all pent up from your teasing, the revealing dress you wore to dinner, your hands all over him on the walk home. he wasn’t too sure if it was the wine or if you were purposely trying to rile him up, but either way, he was going to take what he wanted tonight.

mingyu is rough with you, only because he knows you can handle it. not like you liked him gentle anyways. he is so hot like this, pushing you up against the wall, hands grabbing at the plush of your body for something, anything to hold onto, his lips hungry against your own. your tongues curl together, teeth clashing, his moans falling into your mouth as he feels your tits press up against his chest. he feeds off of your pretty noises, the little gasps and huffs as his lips make way down your jaw. the skin of your neck stings slightly, noticing the feeling of his teeth lightly nibbling at the sensitive area, his tongue quickly working to soothe the newly forming mark. this makes him grin against your neck, a light laugh leaving his mouth.

“can’t help but let everyone know you’re mine, and only mine, baby.”

he relishes the way you whimper at his words. you’ve always keened at his praise, and he is sure to never give you anything less. it’s what you deserved anyways.

“always my good girl, aren’t you?”

he feels you nod against the top of his head, affirmation to his question muffling through your teeth biting your bottom lip. he can’t have that now, can he? hands roaming your body, grabbing and pulling at anything he can touch. his warm palms make their way down, feeling at your breasts through your dress, making your mouth drop in a loud moan. his eyes light up eagerly at the sound, only spurring him to massage and grope even harder to pull more of those noises from you.

“come on, angel. let me hear those pretty sounds, yeah? let me know how good i’m making you feel.”

thankfully he has a good hold on you, or else you would be sliding down the wall from how weak he is making you feel. mingyu always had this effect on you, no matter how much you try to fight it, this man knows you better than you know yourself, mentally and physically.

he was obsessed with you from the start, the way he could hold just so much more of you. you may have been a bit insecure about your body, weight being a struggle for you your whole life, but he makes sure to remind you every day that he loves you for you, and more importantly, you should love you for you. he makes that easier for you, and you’ve grown to learn to love yourself. besides, you’re hot as fuck. how could you not love yourself?

“g-gyu!”

mingyu laughs out loud at your squeals as he quickly guides you to wrap your legs around his waist to pick you up, bringing you both to your shared bedroom and plopping you down onto the mattress. he’s definitely gotten stronger over the years you have known him, not like the lanky boy he was before. working out definitely had its perks to getting him stronger.

he wastes no time in unbuttoning his dress shirt, throwing it to the side as he cocks a brow at you while unbuckling the belt around his pants. he has to fight the upturn of his lips when he sees you gawking at him as if you’ve never seen him half naked before.

“well?”

never have you undressed so fast, quick to strip off your form fitting dress and your underwear. your face warms at the feeling of your panties sticking to you slightly as you pull them down, almost over aware of how wet he has gotten you just from kissing and touching you. you’re even more aware at the way he gazes at your bare folds, moving close enough to feel his breath against them. again, that’s the effect he has always had on you.

he kisses your inner thigh lightly, his hands resting on top of your thighs as he whispers almost too quietly, “and your pussy…so, so pretty, isn’t it, baby?”

you keen, not just from his words, but the way his tongue darts out to lick a long strip from your hole to your clit, his lips moving to suckle lightly at the sensitive bud to make your hips buck up towards his face. you hear his giggles amongst the lewd slurping sounds he starts making against your wet folds, his moans vibrating against you and leaving you almost breathless. his hands keep your legs open, grabbing at the flesh of your thighs and prying them away from his head as he gets you closer and closer to your high.

“n-need more, gyu! more, please-”

he cuts you off as you feel something tease your entrance, your walls inviting two of fingers in easily as he sucks on your clit just a bit harder. a long whine leaves your lips, making him grin triumphantly against your pussy. his fingers pump in and out of you, curling them against your walls every once in a while. he eventually finds it, the spongey, sensitive spot that makes your back arch up off the bed. you barely have time to raise your head to look at him when he pulls away for a second to curl a third finger in and against that exact spot again.

“that’s it, right, angel? bet it feels so good, hm?”

you nod eagerly, hands finding purchase against the soft sheets of the bed you to keep you grounded. well, grounded enough. at this rate, he is going to make you cum any minute, from the way his lapped at your folds, his fingers pistoning and curling just right-

“c-cumming, gyu..!”

it’s not like you needed to tell him anyways. he feels the way your walls clamp around his fingers after one last suckle on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm on his fingers and mouth. when your back lands on the mattress again, you bring your head up to see mingyu smiling, your arousal lewdly covering the bottom half of his face, slick and shining under the dim light of the bedroom. his tongue darts out to lick at his lips, your face heating up as he stands to finally take off his pants. of course, you can’t help but stare, the way his cock strains in his boxer briefs. he frees himself from his underwear, and you always marvel at his size, despite experiencing it many times before. he never fails to leave you speechless.

his knees hit the mattress again, his hand moving to stroke his cock a few times before hovering above you. the dark look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine, lips parting in a shallow pant as he pushes his cock between your folds to cover it in your juices. his other hand moves to your hip to keep you from bucking up, nails digging slightly into the flesh of your hips. a chuckle leaves his mouth, his head moving so that your eyes meet again.

“you are perfect, my love. perfect for me.”

you whimper at his words as the tip of his cock breaches your entrance, always a tight fit no matter how much he preps you. his girth was always a struggle to fit in you, but he presses small kisses on your face, whispering praises and encouragement

sometimes mingyu is rough with you, but you are always gentle with him. sometimes you fail to see the effect that you have on him, the way he slows down life just a little to stop and stare. your hand makes its way to cup his cheek gently as his hips meet yours, his eyes softening slightly at the little ‘o’ shape your mouth makes at the stretch. you are beauty personified to him, so he can’t help but be just a bit selfish to keep you just for himself.

“g-gyu, i love you.”

a smile tugs at his lips, his chest warming as he buries his face into your neck. his breath fans over your skin, making you feel hot, only making you more excited.

“and i love you, pretty girl. this might be selfish, but i love knowing you’re all mine.”

Hey, for the 8k celebration can I request for a mingyu’s reaction to reader going into subspace for the first time?

i think he would be so lost in his own pleasure at first that he wouldn't even realize you've gone into subspace; you're clenching around him and pulling him deeper into you, and your whimpers are sending him into an orgasmic spiral

the signs are all there; you're whimpers grow quiet, your eyes unfocused and you seem to be trying to grab at absolutely nothing. when he looks up at you he grows confused, and tries everything within his power to bring you back from this unknown area

he's calling you baby, sweetheart, doll, running his hand over your cheek to try and bring you back, but all that happens is your eyes rolling back in pleasure and your body going limp, further escalating the subspace.

it takes a while for you to come back, especially after your mindblowing orgasm. he's cuddling you and kissing you and even pinching your skin softly to try and bring you back via small amounts of pain.

to say this dude is worried is an understatement. he doesn't know what happened or what he might've done wrong/right, and probably won't know until you've fully recovered. he knew his dick was good, but didn't realize it was this good

Woohoo congrats on 8k! Your work is amazing! 💐

For the sleepover I was wondering if you could write smth about hhu and the being clingy and whiney while fucking their partner. Like imagine them already being as close as can be while fucking and them just saying "I want more" or "I can't get enough" while their partner is probably so overwhelmed to the point they might have slid into subspace lol

seungcheol: "im right here baby," just coos over you and holds you as close as he possibly can, lets his lips drag all over your skin and would make you cum as hard as possible to take your mind off everything

wonwoo: just caresses your cheek as gently as he can while he's fucking you senseless, would whisper sweet and filthy words to you that only send you further into subspace and spends hours afterwards looking after you

mingyu: is worried at first, but then realizes you're just very very clingy and would be pulling you in closer, your skin connecting with his and making sure to keep you as close to him as he possibly can

vernon: he would be a little confused, because he's already really close to you? but then realizes you're slipping into subspace and need comfort and support so does what he does best and kisses you until you cum