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fireworks kim mingyu x afab!reader (18+) inspired by this - thank you!!

content: npr, established relationship (married), oral (f/m receiving), pet names (baby, sweetheart), unprotected sex, overstimulation, cockwarming, alcohol mention (safe to say gyu x r are a lil tipsy coming back from a party) word count: 1.5k

realistically you know you should be the one between mingyu’s legs, the one who’s been giving him one mind shattering orgasm after another, given that he’s the one who’s achieved a promotion after eight strenuous months of overtime and poorly reimbursed travel. he’s worked so fucking hard to finally get his boss to hand over the role that he’s been deserving, but—fuck, you can’t expend the energy to be mad at your husband’s employer, no. not when mingyu’s tongue is drawing hypnotizing, heavenly circles around your clit. 

his singular request for the night was just to make you cum, and he’s certainly been achieving it. back to back to back to back, he’s barely leaving you time to recover before his tongue works into you again. your back arches, your fingers twisting into his hair to push his head down, hinting at how badly you want his tongue to explore your blissfully soft walls again, never stopping.

“please, gyu, fuck, please,” your voice is quiet, hoarse with how much you’ve pleaded for him to keep pushing your limits. now your begging doesn’t really have a purpose, not when you know mingyu is going to take his time. 

mingyu always likes to draw out the pleasure—much to your overstimulated frustration—finding his own satisfaction in the way your hips jolt in desperation, the way your lashes flutter when your eyes roll back, the pretty sounds that trickle from your lips and how they grow more and more unstable with every orgasm that courses through you. mingyu adores it and it shows in the way he moans into your sensitive, soaked pussy, sending an addictive vibration that goes straight up to cloud your hazy thoughts with a familiar need you know well.

mingyu doesn’t miss it, his tongue dipping back into the familiar trembling warmth of your hole and curling into your heat with an obscenely wet series of noises that blend with your needy moans in perfect harmony. you tighten around his tongue, rolling your hips with the desire to be filled. 

it’s the mere thought of him filling you up, of your tightness being broken by him, that has you almost screaming his name as another orgasm rocks your entire body. it amazes you he can achieve so much with just his tongue. it’s like sparks are going off in the corners of your mind, flashes of white sneaking into the corners of your eyes. your hips stutter, mingyu’s licks and sucks unending even though the sensitivity of your nerves isn’t a secret. it feels so good, so nice, so right. you need more. 

you tug on his hair lightly and mingyu reluctantly lifts his head, brow raised. the lower half of his face shines even in the dim lighting of your bedroom, and his tongue is still peeking between his teeth. fuck, it’s actually adorable and you’re almost convinced to bring his head back down to fill the lingering emptiness his lips left behind. 

but you stay as focused as you can, knowing that mingyu’s tongue, as amazing as it is, won’t completely satisfy the ache between your thighs. but you know what will. “need—need your cock in me, wan’ you to fuck me, please” it slips out before you can stop it and mingyu’s chuckle makes you whine. 

“thought today was about celebrating me, baby, thought you wanted me t’ feel good, do this how i want.” there isn’t any genuine malintent to his words, you know he’d happily fuck you senseless, but you do remember tonight’s purpose has been about celebrating him, the taste of champagne still lingering on your tongue a stark reminder. then suddenly comes the craving for something else to replace it. 

the way your tongue pokes out has him grinning and he presses a wet kiss to your thigh before straightening up. you’re practically drooling as you crawl toward him, hypnotized by the way his muscles flex as he pushes down his pants, cock twitching in anticipation at the cool air. 

your ache is momentarily forgotten, attention refocused on your fingers wrapping around him, your strokes a little unstable. you make up for the seeming inexperience by pulling him to your lips, your tongue inching out to lap at the shimmering stream that drips from his tip. 

your tongue pokes at his slit, the tease drawing a hiss out of him and his hand finding its way to your hair. his fingers curl, a silent warning, and you’re quick to change your method. you trail kisses down his length before your tongue begins to trace each ridge and vein and you take him into your mouth. you take as much as you can, your head bobbing obediently, just the way he likes it. mingyu’s moans are all the praise you really need and when you peek up at him, you catch glimpse of the way his lips are parted, still shiny from a medley of drool and your cum, letting out the prettiest sounds and words you can barely understand.

“your mouth always feels so good, baby, fuck,” mingyu’s breath hitches when your throat constricts around him with a muffled sound, but you’re still committed to sucking and luring out every last drop of his pleasure. “love how good your tongue feels on me, takin’ me so good, you’re so, so good to me” your husband’s praise dissolves into a quiet chant of fuck, fuck, fuck and trickles off into a low moan. now he’s the one pulling at your hair. he’s a bit more thorough than you, tugging you off of him with intention. 

you whine at him, ready to ask why when you know he was so so close, but his answer’s already prepared and it sends a shiver through you. 

“wanna cum in you, baby.”

and who are you to tell him no? when he’s the one you’re celebrating.

you’re on your back again almost immediately, legs spread, knees pulled up, hole on beautiful display. mingyu looks just about as fucked out as you feel as he lines himself up, lids heavy as he pushes into you with a deep relieved sigh. 

you’re so drenched the stretch is barely noticeable, replaced with a pleasant burn you already want so much more of. your legs hook around his waist, pulling him deeper and allowing all the more freedom to your most sensitive places. 

mingyu pushes into every single one of them, slamming into you to satisfy his own urges that leave you in a blissed out state of whimpering moans and hiccups because it feels so good. almost too good for you to comprehend. it’s like you are the one being rewarded, each moment of celebration deep and addictive. 

“fuck, you’re s’ perfect” it’s a phrase that you’ve heard countless times before, leaving your husband’s lips every time he fills you up. “pussy’s made for my cock, isn’t it, sweetheart?” you nod your agreement, words forgotten and replaced with intoxicated moans as he pounds into you.  

mingyu’s vision is blurring, his own pleasure gathering in a warm ball in his core and filling his head with thoughts of nothing but you, you, you. how good you feel, how fucking beautifully you fit around him. all he can hear is your pretty voice and the way the pace of his hips grows unsteady proves he’s reaching the same familiar points you are. 

you give him a blissed out smile, your moans high and keen with how much you love everything you’re feeling, how much you love mingyu. eventually they spill into delirious giggles and mingyu gives you a smile so mesmerizing you can feel your hole tremble and squeeze him in response. 

“wan’ me to fill you up, baby?” 

you barely finish your sweet little please before warmth floods into you and from you, blending into sweet euphoria that has fireworks going off in your mind, the prettiest colors blooming in the corners of your vision. “feels–feels s’ good, gyu,” you whimper in your daze and he lets out a breathless laugh that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“i know, baby,” he hums and tries to ease his way out of you. your hole clenches and you shake your head, lips forming a silent no. ever the giver, mingyu’s hands are pressing into your back and he lifts you. you’re like a doll in his grip, your focus only on the way he stirs your combined pleasure inside of you as he repositions, pushing deep into you as he settles you on top of him. you can feel the slow drip from your hole down his cock and you tighten around him, wanting to hold in as much as you can. 

“let’s take a second, baby,” mingyu sighs. “then y’ can ride me.”

you smile against his chest, the offer keeping sleep out of your mind. “gyu?” mingyu hums and traces his fingers up and down your back. you peek at him, trying to find your words while your lips can still form them. “‘m really proud of you.”

mingyu’s breath skips and his hands still for a moment before he props himself up. you try to meet him, holding back the moan at the feeling of him moving inside you again. his lips catch yours for a moment and they ghost against yours when he speaks, “thank you, baby. an’ thank you for… this. i love you so much.” he pauses for a moment, his breathing steady as you relax into his warmth. then, “sweetheart, d’you have any idea how many times you’ve cum tonight?” 

you blink, a little disoriented from the shift in conversation when you hadn’t even responded to the first part. “love you too, you’re welcome, y’know i’m all yours. and… five? no… six, maybe?” counting is certainly not your strongest skill right now and you wince. “why?” 

mingyu hums and his hips lift, finally pulling out the moan you were trying earlier to stifle. damn, your husband’s stamina never fails, he really wasn’t joking when he said a second.

“ready to make it seven?”

No babe they don’t smh

what

do people ACTUALLY go outside? people dont just stay in and listen to music 25/8????