pairing. dom!mingyu x sub!f!reader (reader notes: she is smaller than mingyu!!! very smaller than mingyu!!!!)
genre. smut... fluff at the end if you squint
word count. 1029 (barely proofread hehe)
cw. established relationship, unprotected sex (do NOT do this), d/s dynamics, daddy kink because i wrote this & mingyu is my daddy (what ab it!), so so so many nicknames... (gyu calls reader princess/little girl/sweetheart/bunny <3), humiliation & degradation... but also praise! especially at the end!, breeding kink <3 (but he doesn't cum in this one sorry), choking <3, SIZE KINK, mingyu has thing for corruption, probably more i can't remember
author's note. sorry. but also not really...
“look at you, princess,” mingyu coos, “always so fucking needy.”
he pounds into you from behind, your face buried in the sheets, back arched tight and knees knocked as far apart as you can. your cheeks are flushed and wet with tears, and soft, breathy whimpers spill from your parted lips with every relentless stroke. he has your hands pinned behind your back with one hand, the other digging into your hip as he fucks into you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.
“where did my innocent baby go, hm?” he taunts, ramming into you to punctuate his words. “since when were you such a little cockhungry whore?”
his big cock feels delicious splitting you apart, stretching out your tight pussy and hitting that gummy spot inside you with each thrust that has you melting underneath him.
“daddy—”
“you used to be such a pure, little angel,” he says condescendingly with a grunt as he curls over your body, palms planting into the mattress to hold himself up. “and now look at you. always begging to be filled.”
if you had half the mind to, you would be embarrassed by his words. maybe even humiliated because he’s right and you know it— but you can’t bring yourself to care. not when he’s bucking into you repeatedly with the promise of stuffing you so full of his cum that it leaks out of you. not when his thick cock stretching your pussy open burns so good.
there’s nothing left of you, really, because mingyu has reduced you into a mess of tears, crying and whimpering daddy, daddy, daddy into the sheets as you take his cock.
the drag of his big cock against your puffy walls drives you delirious, the blunt head catching on your g-spot each time he bottoms out. he wonders how the hell your body still hasn’t adjusted to his size despite fucking you at every chance he gets; morning, afternoon, and night. maybe you were just that tiny, but he’s convinced you just were made for him.
“d-da— ngh—”
your entire body trembles as your orgasm bubbles beneath the surface, coiling in your centre, ready to snap at any time. the way you tremble in his hold, the way your pussy spasms around his cock as your moans turn into sweet, high whines is enough indication for him to know you’re close.
he kneels back and pulls your much smaller body to his big one, your back flush against his broad chest, and the new angle has you keening. his hands grip onto your waist to slam you onto his thick cock in time with the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, and you turn your head to nudge your nose against his jaw, helplessly whining straight into his ear.
“daddy, please—” you hiccup, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. “pleasepleasepleaseplease—”
“my little girl wants to cum?”
you nod frantically, eyes squeezed shut as you zone in on the feeling of mingyu’s big cock rutting into you. you’re so, so, so close.
“then beg.”
“i wanna cum, daddy, please,” you plead. “please, please, please, let me cum. i needa cum—”
mingyu’s plump lips brush over your pulse as a smug smirk splays across his features. “go ahead, sweetheart.”
he brings one hand to your neck and god, the way his hand covers your throat entirely makes you feel so, so small. he presses down on either side to slow the blood flowing to your brain, the pads of his fingers pressing against your veins just right to make you lightheaded.
“daddy!” you cry out as you cum, and your vision goes white as static noise rings in your ears. your orgasm hits you head on and it’s bone-shattering; it crashes into you in seven foot waves, so hard it knocks the breath out of your lungs, and mingyu’s hand on your neck only heightens the feeling.
mingyu buries himself in you all the way to the hilt as he grunts and stills at the feeling of your cunt tensing around him. “fuck— that’s it, princess. good girl.”
your body quivers as you squirt all over him, soaking his thighs and the sheets below.
“look at you, baby. making a mess all over my cock,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear. he slows his hips and lets go of your throat, helping you ride out your high as you hiccup and sob, the onset of overstimulation beginning to buzz through your veins.
mingyu holds you close as you calm down, one arm now wrapped around your shoulders while the other wraps around your waist securely. he kisses up your neck to your temple, and whispers the sweetest of praises against your flushed skin as you cry quietly, the last traces of your high ebbing away.
“daddy’s here. you’re okay,” he whispers against your skin reassuringly. “you’re doing so good f’me, princess. m’so proud of you.”
your hands are weak as you hold onto his thick forearms for comfort. then he plants a kiss onto your temple before capturing your lips with his to kiss you tenderly.
“alright, sweetheart?” he asks against your kiss swollen lips. “that was a big one, huh?”
you nod weakly, wordlessly. there’s nothing else you can do as your energy drains out of you, exhausted from the intensity of your orgasm. he can’t help but chuckle though, a twisted mix of guilt and delight filling his chest as he sees your fucked out state. he kisses your temple again.
“yeah? you’re doing so good.” you can feel him slowly start to rut into you again. “daddy just needs to cum, alright? just a little bit more and we’re done, honey.”
you whimper. you’re not sure if it’s in protest or in need.
“you can do it, sweetheart.” he carefully lays your weakened body flat onto the mattress. “do it for daddy. you’ll do it for daddy, right?”
“y-yeah…” you hiccup. mingyu’s dick hurts at how fucking cute you sound.
“yeah?” he just wants to hear you say it again.
you bury your face into the sheets and nod weakly. “yeah.”
if there ever were a place on earth like what the books described heaven, wonwoo would think it to be your bedroom.
it’s not the place you spent your childhood in, but it’s your private bedchambers you decorated all by yourself to your heart’s content. if there were a place that was you embodied, it would be here in this very room. he loves all the little details you store in every peeking corner. he recalls the way the door lock so often let loose on its own–a product of the old but sturdy building you resided in–, the way the plain white curtains flutter as the breeze let itself in from the window you popped open in the mornings, the way the fairy lights strung over your headboard painted a glow on you as you lounged about wrapped in his arms, talking to him about anything and everything.
nothing could ever disturb you when you were here. wonwoo liked the idea of that. of you having a safe space, a place for you to rest and let loose, and he was utterly grateful you let him step into your safe haven and shared it with him willingly.
you’d opted for a night in this day, sore and tired from the hectic work week you’d gotten wind up in. you called wonwoo earlier in the day to inform him you have the rest of the week off and he said he’d be over once his workday was finished, with your favorite takeout.
you’d clicked on your diffuser when you first returned to your apartment in the evening, casting a sweet lavender scent to waft about your room. you had changed your bedsheets just recently too– wonwoo helped you put it on. once you had dinner settled, you retired to your room, wonwoo trailing at your feet like a sweet clingy kitten. your feet tangled under the covers, laptop on your lap as you laid back to chest, attention half on the screen and half on wonwoo’s skittering touches across your skin.
just as you were about to click open a new tab, you had pressed on the photobooth app by accident. you pulled up rows upon rows of shots of yourself, mostly you at home, some taken secretly at work with your colleagues, then some of you barefaced and some done up–you liked to turn the camera on while you did your makeup, using it as a mirror and a personal log of your days spent.
“can i look at these, baby?” wonwoo kindly asked you, considerate of the fact that you might not be comfortable with sharing these private records with him. you nodded your head, pushing the laptop closer to you so he could see better.
wonwoo hummed as he clicked through the photos. you looked so beautiful. he pressed a kiss for every photo he clicked on, blazing a simmering heat to your cheeks where his lips laid. he found his favorite shot of your collection, your lips pulled into a beautiful grin, eyes scrunched into half moons. you looked genuinely happy, healthy, glowing, like a princess, like the goddess of the moon.
“my beautiful girl,” wonwoo rumbled, the vibration of his voice humming against your body. “is it alright if you send me some of these? i want to keep them, see them everytime i miss you.”
you giggled, telling him of course, sending over your and his favorite shots to his phone. you saw him put a heart to every single one, even creating an album to catalog the photos in, so he could easily access them.
as he was busy tinkering about on his phone, you clicked back to the main screen. you clicked on the camera button, the countdown going off immediately, and wonwoo hadn’t even realised it. you created a hilarious candid of you sneakily smiling as wonwoo remained unaware of the photo op.
you poked his cheek to get his attention back on you, finger racing to click for some new photos. this time he posed for the photo, putting on silly poses and sticking his tongue out. your camera roll soon being overtaken by these couple shots, shots that you would cherish forever.
in a series of photos wonwoo’s kisses travelled from your temple, your cheeks, to the sloped tip of your nose and finally your lips. you barely pulled away from his lips against yours to switch the camera mode to video, hitting record.
you started talking like you were in those beauty videos you enjoyed watching on social media. wonwoo simply watched you talk and wave about the camera, you pretending to introduce your boyfriend to your audience.
it was all too terribly endearing. wonwoo resumed his attack of kisses, distracting you from whatever you were saying, airy giggles floating up with every peck he gave you.
you tipped your head backwards, pressing your lips on his. you easily gave way for his tongue, licking against yours, reaching into your mouth. wonwoo thought you tasted like the strawberry flavored toothpaste you had, the coffee from this morning, and the gum you chewed on to keep yourself awake through your work.
a light moan slipped through as he bit on your lower lip, tugging you closer to him if it were even possible. wonwoo saw the way your eyes began to droop and sweet sounds began to pervade. he knew all the ways to make you feel good and he gave no rest when he wanted to make you sing from his touches.
you didn’t even notice the camera was still rolling when he slowly pushed it off of your lap and to the side, careful to not nudge it with your leg. he slid you down so you were laying on the bed, your fingers rising to nestle in his hair, keeping him pressed to you. wonwoo’s lips slid down to your jaw and neck, pressing butterfly kisses that had you keening in pleasure.
“wonwoo,” you sighed out, feeling a tingle rise deep in your core. you needed him to take care of it.
“hm?” wonwoo responded coyly, hand now tucked under your camisole, running over your waist and tummy. “what is it, darling? does it feel good?”
“yeah,” you breathed. “you always make me f-feel good.”
he recalled the troubles you’d spilled to him earlier, the way your workweek had been physically and emotionally draining. “what do you need, baby?” he lifted his lips for just a moment, tucking your messed up hair behind your ear. you could barely keep your eyes open, your muscles melting into pliance and putty under his touch.
“n-need you, won.”
“where, baby?”
he let his thoughts take over. “here?” he grabbed your breast, fingers pinching and grazing over your nipples, your chest arching into his touch.
it felt good, but it was nothing like what you needed deep in your core. you barely shook your head no, letting his hand travel downwards. he reached out to your thighs, drumming his fingers. “how ‘bout here?” close enough. he knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it, beg for it sweetly.
“maybe here then?” he cupped the apex between your thighs, warm from the cotton sleeping shorts you had on. there were layers of clothing between his touch and your skin and yet you keened from the pleasure like he was touching you closely.
“does baby like that? baby wants more?” he muttered into your ear, fingers tracing the lips of your pussy. you vocalised your agreement, voice wispy and trembling, like you were worked up.
he rose up to his knees. he tugged off your sleeping shorts and panties easily, leaving you bare from your waist down. he traveled down your body, adjusting the camera so it would capture him settling in between your legs, lips inches away from your already sopping wet cunt.
he started with gentle licks before he dove in with desperate sucks and shoving his tongue into your pussy, fucking your cunt just how you liked it. your skin was damp to touch with your wetness leaking out, and wonwoo’s spit coating your skin down to your inner thighs. he could so easily make you cum with just his light touch and he knew the exact way to work you
up.
he muttered dirty phrases as he kept eating you out, loving the way your taste lingered on his tongue.
“w-wonwoo, shit,” your voice took a higher pitch, signalling your incoming peak. you broke off into mere syllables the closer you got to cumming.
“you g’nna cum, sweetheart? gonna let me taste your come?”
“yeah, ah, i’m so-so close, won, i can’t,” you sobbed, fingers flying to grab at your chest again, fondling with your nipples for extra stimulation.
“you can, baby, and you will,” he licked in between, “come for me.”
it didn’t take long for you to come after he commanded you to. your thighs threatened to press against his head, and wonwoo would simply be happy to die like this, your sweet arousal decadent on his tongue.
he lifted his mouth off of your dripping pussy while you were coming down from your high, slipping in a finger. he marvelled at how wet you were, how easily his finger entered you all the way to his knuckles. he added another digit, scissoring in you, feeling your juices coat his fingers.
“can you take me, baby? got me so hard and now you gotta take care of me, too.”
“yes, i can,” you peered at him through your lashes. your eyes were glazed over, still riding on the orgasm he just gave you.
“that’s my girl,” he slipped his fingers out of your sopping cunt as fast as they went in, tapping the pads on your lips, red and bitten down.
“clean me up first.”
his fingers prodded into your mouth easily, your tongue swirling and sucking around them like a lollipop. you swore wonwoo’s eyes went darker than they already have, breathing heavy, tickling your cheeks.
wonwoo barely pushed down his sweatpants to his thighs, just enough so that his hard cock would jut out. he snidely laughed when your eyes went wide when they landed on his dick, knowing just how crazed you’d become even from just one orgasm and barely any contact aside from his mouth.
he slicked himself up with the juices that shone on your cunt, coating his tip with your come from earlier, barely pushing in. you mewled, hips unconsciously raising to catch his dick and push it in deeper.
“lemme hear you ask f’r it, baby,” wonwoo mumbled, catching each of your wrists in one hand and pressing them to your tummy, holding you down.
you whined, eyes going shut. “i need it, won, i need to f-feel you deep in me, please, i need you t’make me cum, god, i know you will, ple-ase give it to me.”
god, you do so well for him everytime.
he pushes in slowly, the same pace your mouth drops open, sensation of taking him raw never ever settling upon your muscles, blowing your mind to otherworldly proportions.
it didn’t take long for wonwoo’s thrusts to gain speed, him trying to hear more of the noises endlessly spilling out of you. he tucks your arm down, your fingers barely reaching your clit, his fingers above yours, directing you to rub against the sensitive bundle of nerves. the added stimulation makes you yowl, and your pussy tighten up impossibly, wonwoo letting out a few groans of his own that sound straight from a porno.
wonwoo sees your computer that’s still blinking on, camera still rolling. you’re not being loud enough for the microphone to fully pick up on your sounds, but it’s capturing every single thrust he makes and the curve of your body as you try to stave off the pleasure.
“turn around for me, darling,” he requests from you, and it takes you a few seconds to gain recognition of your surroundings, wonwoo’s dick driving you to a drunken haze.
he lets up on your hands, his warm palms grabbing your waist, rolling you over so your stomach lays on the bed. he grabs onto your thighs next, pulling them upwards so your knees are on the mattress, spine curving into a beautiful arch that both you and him know will have you feeling his cock in your gut for days to come.
he continues his pace from earlier. he keeps an eye on the screen, admiring just how wrecked yet beautiful you look, that it was all his doing.
“eyes open, baby,” he groaned, thrusts never letting up, “and look up.”
you barely pried them open, only now registering your laptop that is still turned on, camera still rolling, recording the way your body trembled under wonwoo’s, crackly speakers catching every moan and whimper, shaking with each deep thrust of wonwoo’s hips.
“you like when i film you becoming such a cockslut, hm? should we do this again next time?” he tugs on your shoulder, causing you to straighten up, before dropping both of your bodies down, his head tucked into your neck.
you cannot even say a word in response, letting him talk you into what’s surely the biggest orgasm you’re about to have in however long it’s been.
“don’t worry, babe, never g’nna share this with anyone, you know only i can fuck you like this, right?”
“this way you can see how pretty you look when i fuck your sweet pussy, baby, how gorgeous you are when i make you come.”
you can feel your core impossibly tightening, your whining growing in pitch, sweat dripping down your neck as wonwoo all but pounds into you.
“come for me, baby, then i’ll come too, give you my cum, watch it drip out of you.”
wonwoo comes not long after you do, you not even registering the wet hot kisses he presses to your shoulders as he gently fucks into you to ride you through your orgasm. he slowly lets up on your body, letting you plop down onto your covers, muscles loose and body–and mind– obliterated.
he soothes your tingling skin with his hands, muttering sweet nothings into your ear to keep you awake and conscious, slowly easing you back into reality. he glances at the camera, watching through the screen the way your eyes blink out of your stupor and droop slowly, nearly throwing yourself into a deep slumber.
cw somnophilia, dubcon (characters are in an established relationship)
your breath comes out short. your nose is pressed into your pillow, your fingers slowly but firmly grasping onto the sheets beneath you. there's a pressure at the back of your head, though not in the sense of an impending migraine, but a physical force that is actually pushing your face into your pillow, muffling your slow whimpers.
a stir in your stomach. something is brushing against your lower body parts, your duvet no longer draping on you, something else taking its place. it pounds into you rhythmically, egging on your whimpers and turning into sweet moans soonyoung enjoys very much.
"took you so long to wake up, love," he whispers, hot breath brushing against your ear. "put my load in you so many times without seeing those pretty eyes of yours."
your mind is clouded with half-awake haze and pleasure from being stimulated. soonyoung presses kisses to your face, shoulders, and neck, taking no pauses until he feels your tight cunt clenching around his cock, your legs shaking beneath him.
tbh i don't think i've seen a lot of dark smut works for svt? not saying i wld write it often bcs it's not in my personal kink list, but this was damn good omg
but yet here he is, sitting on a disgusting couch at someone's trashy and loud house party. an alcoholic beverage in one hand and a coke zero in the other. the only reason he's here is because of you and the way he can never say no when you bat those pretty eyelashes at him and coo over how much you trust your beefy bodyguard to watch over your drink.
like always though, you leave him alone with the third fizzy coke zero of the night and holding whatever's left of the sordid mixture your friends mixed and convinced you to take when you arrived. it lays in his hand that's atop a bouncing knee as he waits, the condensation threatening to drip off his fingers and mess up his black jeans.
jihoon looks sexy as hell with dark, curly hair contrasting the loose, white button-down he has on. but the foreboding aura of utter disdain at being here makes everyone subconsciously give him a wide berth - which he's thankful for.
he's not really a bodyguard but he sure as hell could act like one.
especially when you finally reemerge from the crowd, stumbling over to him. you're giddy and high on adrenaline after dancing and frolicking to your hearts content. tits practically spilling out from your tiny lil tube top when you bend over, supporting yourself with hands placed on his thick thighs. the way other party-goers start to leer at your backside is probably due to the insanely short skirt you have on that was temptingly riding up.
the same skirt jihoon was asked five times if you looked good in when he came to pick you up. and he'd had to deal with an eyeful of your ass paraded in his face for about ten minutes too long for his poor, threadbare sanity.
"i'm feeling woozy," you giggle.
he sighs, placing the red solo cup off to the side. not caring where exactly or what happens to it because you're definitely not drinking anymore of that. now that he has a free hand, he uses it to tug you down onto his lap - effectively planting your softness against his firmness. ass supported on one strong thigh and legs perched on top of the other one, the side of your upper torso leaning against his chest.
you squeal in excitement, restless and shifting around. unwittingly grinding down on him and not stopping in the least when he places a warning hand on your hip to halt your movement. that only makes you squirm even more.
"drink this," he instructs and hands you his coke zero.
"it's too fizzy," you pout and suddenly you're holding onto his broad shoulders for some stability. breasts squishing directly against his as you cling to him and pitifully whine, "make it better for me, ji."
it doesn't help that he can feel the way there's a wet spot collecting on his pants and it's definitely not from the drinks. it takes everything in him to try and desperately suck in some amount of air to collect himself with the knowledge that your panty-clad cunt is leaking onto him.
"and how d'ya suppose i do that?"
your bottom lip juts out as you try to form your logic. "suck on it." oh he would. "make the sting go away." well, he can't promise that -
"you need to sober up."
he nearly shoves you off his lap to render any ideas of kissing you (and more) null, especially when you mumble something along the lines of "i'm wet already" and sternly instructs you to stay put while he finds some water.
you nod and smile, "i'll be good for you," and he groans.
"you're anything but good."
and he's right because it doesn't take even two steps away before you're clinging onto him again, nails digging into his large biceps.
"take me with you, don't wanna be alone," you hiccup and blink those damn eyelashes at him. "my favorite person ever."
of course he relents. pulling you into the quieter kitchen area and doing his best to ignore your tits that have magnetized to his arm.
jihoon doesn't manage to untangle himself away from you but once he gets some water, it's a relief that you take it and drink without saying anything else that will give him more of a headache and hard-on.
"would it be alright if i took you home now?"
"yeah, this party is boring!"
"that's what i keep telling you."
"no one wants to fuck me," you complain and he tilts his head, mouth opening tentatively. "everyone thinks we're fucking instead!"
it shuts and he clears his throat before reminding, "you can tell them the truth."
"but then i think about if we did." you're too far gone to realize he ends up choking on his saliva. "i also think about how good your hair would be to pull while you're between my legs."
"... i, uh, i didn't know you felt that way."
"it's all your fault! being hot and caring and everything even if you like to think you act cool and unbothered."
"sure, yeah. my bad."
"you're bad and big. and i bet your dick is too!" you gasp in realization. "will you show it to me?"
"not sure what you mean by bad but no, i won't show it to you."
"jihoon," and then you're fluttering your eyelashes again and he has a suspicion you absolutely know what that does to him.
little vixen.
"no. absolutely not."
"what if i'm sober?"
he hums noncommittally and sarcastically agrees. "oh yeah, totally."
"that's a promise. and i'm totally sober right now, fyi."
"you want me to flash everyone here? are you trying to get me to act like a creep?"
"oh. no. no, no, no. someone might take my big cock away and then i'll never be happy."
jihoon sighs, flicking your forehead before he walks with you to the door to go outside. "don't worry, i'll always make sure you're satisfied even if it's just emotionally."
"i know, you're the best. just one of the many reasons i keep you around."
even though he knows you likely won't remember most of this conversation (hopefully), he does know that you're speaking the full truth in at least that statement. the rest can follow in a more... proper sequence.
"yeah, yeah. now get some rest, you idiot. i'll wake you up when we're at your place."
and you drift off in a content, half-drunk doze while he drives. knowing you're always going to be safe with jihoon, the tame beast he plays for now that would do anything to better your welfare.
the kind of person that fondly watches you sleep, parked outside where you live and waiting a bit until he alerts you of the arrival just to savor these precious moments under the starlight when it's just you and him.
but one day - yes, one day soon - you're gonna find a way to unleash the wild animal that lies beneath ready to ravage and serve you in an entirely different manner.
that's the man that jerks off in his bed alone to the thought of your warm, wet pussy snug against his leg - imagining all the sinful things he could do with you. well, he's always been patient. it won't be long until he can encourage you to drag your hips across his thigh and have you worship his thick cock with your pretty mouth.
it's only a matter of time. he knows you want him too. and as his release spills out over his fingers from his spent cock with a moan of your name, he only prays you'll be brave enough to admit it too without the influence of alcohol.
"god, he spoils you so much," wonwoo rolls his eyes from the foot of the bed, hands on the handles of the one-person sofa.
"w-what?" you blearily ask, voice croaking, thighs shaking. it's hard to focus on anything when mingyu is lapping away at your cunt, sucking and knotting his tongue into your wetness. the egg vibrator hums within you, mingyu's fingers pushing it back and forth out of your sopping hole, in and out.
wonwoo doesn't move an inch, hand now coming down to palm at his growing tent in his pants, the perfectly painted and poised picture of self-control. "you don't even beg for anything and he'll hand it to you. stuffs you full everytime you want it, gives it to you the way you like. right, angel?"
your fingers tighten in mingyu's hair, keeping him pressed against your bare pussy. mingyu doesn't even protest against wonwoo's words, continuing to mouth at you like a hungry puppy. the knot in your stomach is starting to tighten, the vibrations from the toy sending a thrum to your whole body, your toes curling into your feet on reflex.
you don't notice when wonwoo stands up and comes closer to where you lay, leans against the headboard, a hand coming up to pinch your nipples and palm at your chest. the added stimulation grows the bundle of nerves in your pit, ready to explode, teether off of the edge of the cliff.
wonwoo hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "are you about to cum, angel?"
wonwoo tries to keep his face calm from seeing the way your eyes go a bit crossed as you look up at him, nodding desperately. you are spoiled, but you're also very good, keeping your hands to yourself. the bed slightly shakes, most likely mingyu pressing his hips down to the bed, gaining some friction against his untouched cock.
as the word please falls off of your lips wonwoo's hand comes atop yours in mingyu's hair, pushing back his head, taking his tongue away from your cunt. you let out a loud sob, hips jolting at the loss of stimulation, the vibrator only taking the edge off but not enough to make you come on its own.
"i need to teach you a lesson about gratefulness, baby." wonwoo looks at you before glancing at mingyu who's panting, his own hands grasping at the sheet, hips raised so his cock is no longer against the bed. "both of you."
"god, he spoils you so much," wonwoo rolls his eyes from the foot of the bed, hands on the handles of the one-person sofa.
"w-what?" you blearily ask, voice croaking, thighs shaking. it's hard to focus on anything when mingyu is lapping away at your cunt, sucking and knotting his tongue into your wetness. the egg vibrator hums within you, mingyu's fingers pushing it back and forth out of your sopping hole, in and out.
wonwoo doesn't move an inch, hand now coming down to palm at his growing tent in his pants, the perfectly painted and poised picture of self-control. "you don't even beg for anything and he'll hand it to you. stuffs you full everytime you want it, gives it to you the way you like. right, angel?"
your fingers tighten in mingyu's hair, keeping him pressed against your bare pussy. mingyu doesn't even protest against wonwoo's words, continuing to mouth at you like a hungry puppy. the knot in your stomach is starting to tighten, the vibrations from the toy sending a thrum to your whole body, your toes curling into your feet on reflex.
you don't notice when wonwoo stands up and comes closer to where you lay, leans against the headboard, a hand coming up to pinch your nipples and palm at your chest. the added stimulation grows the bundle of nerves in your pit, ready to explode, teether off of the edge of the cliff.
wonwoo hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "are you about to cum, angel?"
wonwoo tries to keep his face calm from seeing the way your eyes go a bit crossed as you look up at him, nodding desperately. you are spoiled, but you're also very good, keeping your hands to yourself. the bed slightly shakes, most likely mingyu pressing his hips down to the bed, gaining some friction against his untouched cock.
as the word please falls off of your lips wonwoo's hand comes atop yours in mingyu's hair, pushing back his head, taking his tongue away from your cunt. you let out a loud sob, hips jolting at the loss of stimulation, the vibrator only taking the edge off but not enough to make you come on its own.
"i need to teach you a lesson about gratefulness, baby." wonwoo looks at you before glancing at mingyu who's panting, his own hands grasping at the sheet, hips raised so his cock is no longer against the bed. "both of you."
how have you been since i called you mine / you look so good in this light
it’s almost like the devil’s temptation as jihoon’s hand reaches around your waist like an old routine, a forgotten choreography ingrained into your mind like muscle memory. you eye him as he downs his tangerine soju, and all the memories that come rushing down of how good you remember his lips taste leave a quaking feeling through your body— good thing he’s holding you up. it’s all too natural; like the yelling and the crying never happened, like you were still together.
it’s the liquid courage, you reassure yourself as plant your fingers right under his jaw and turn his head to marry his lips with yours. it’s the next step of the routine as you readily open your mouth and let him take you deep, not giving a single fuck for the bartender and the other patrons of the bar. you bitterly note how his thumb still goes right behind your ear when he tilts your head to go deeper.
the next moments are a blur as he leads you across the dance floor and into one of the bathrooms. the throbbing bass of the club music pounds into your ears but quickly dissipates as he pushes the door to a close and clicks the lock. he presses you up against the door, his warm body pressing onto your waist to keep you under his hold, just like old times. one hand reaches to his belt, fingers shakily undoing his zipper. not one of you want to admit how much you’ve missed this, so you don’t. instead he pushes his hand down on your shoulder and you slink down onto your knees.
“did you miss me, baby?” jihoon grunts out as he pushes his cock into your mouth, iron grip on your hair. “did you miss the way i fucked my cock into your mouth?” tears lining up as he uses your mouth like a toy, there’s no doubt your makeup’s smudged.
you want to bite out a snarky reply, but instead all you do is whimper as he presses down on your throat. you unconsciously tap twice on his thigh when it’s too much, the same safe sign you did whenever it got too much, and he pulls out. your shoulders heave as you catch your breath, string of drool bridging the gap between your amber lips and his hard cock.
jihoon’s hand tugs down on your hair, causing you to look up, your eyes glimmering in the ratty bathroom light. jihoon finds himself drowning in those eyes, same as he always did.
description: your boyfriend insists he's strong enough to carry you and fuck you at the same time, but you have your doubts. of course, mingyu is more than ready to try and prove you wrong.
tags/warnings: sexual content (18+), dom!mingyu, he’s mean for maybe a second, dirty talk, messy sex :p, UNEDITED!
w/c: im on mobile so idk yet
a/n: this request just itches a part of my brain in the best way possible and it's been driving me crazy help
"mingyu, i don't think we can—"
"baby," he whines, digging his fingers into your hips. "c'mon, i can do it." his hard is pressing into your pelvis and mingyu already fingered you in the car, forcing you to sit still in your own wetness afterwards and be a patient little good girl while he drives you both home. you're unbearably needy now and aching to be fucked, but there's a small twinge of worry that seeps through you when mingyu pushes you against the wall.
you frown, looking up at him. "what if i fall?" you reason, and mingyu sighs, putting an arm up against the wall next to your head, putting his bare, large arm on display. your stomach churns at the implication, and you can't help but stare at the muscles of his bicep.
"don't you trust me?" mingyu reasons, and when he looks at you with those puppy eyes, you know you can't resist.
“mingyu…” your voice trails off and you give him a look. your boyfriend pouts and leans back, bringing up his arm and flexing it in front of you with a smirk. his muscles shift and are ever so prominent, the view sending shivers down your spine.
“baby,” he says again, a smug smile adorning his lips when watching the way lust overtakes your face. “trust me,” mingyu tells you, reaching down to grip one of your thighs to bring it up, hooking your leg around his torso.
there’s a twinge of worry in your mind, but all that is pushed away as you focus on the growing wet spot that stains your panties beneath you. “o-okay,” you murmur in agreement, wrapping your arms around mingyu’s neck and bringing your standing foot to your tippy toes. “but if you drop me, i’m not having sex with you for a month,” you warn into his neck, pressing a loving kiss into the skin afterwards.
mingyu chuckles, pressing you harder into the wall and pushing his pants and boxers down in one you. “don’t worry baby,” he reassures, allowing you to bring your other leg up around his waist, ankles crossing behind him, “plus, i know you wouldn’t be able to hold out that long anyways.”
you gasp quietly when his strong, large hands grapple at your thighs, one hand pushing your panties to the side to expose your wet folds to the cool air. your face is still buried into mingyu’s neck, a little too scared to put any distance between you and him.
your about to say something along the lines of telling mingyu to speed it up, but then you feel the familiar sensation of his warm, thick cock brushing through your folds and that shuts you up real tight. digging your face into the crook under his jaw further, you press your chest close to mingyu’s.
“ready baby?” he asks cautiously as he aligns himself with your entrance.
“yeah, ‘m ready gyu,” you confirm, squeezing your eyes tight when he sinks the tip in. mingyu’s big, he knows it. even after he’s prepped you with one, two, and sometimes even three orgasms, fitting him in at first always seems to be a struggle. mingyu doesn’t mind though, of course—he’s patient with you forever and always. after all, how bad can it be if he gets to be inside your pussy longer, basking in the way you let out soft moans and squeaks as you grow to adjust to him.
when you’re finally giving the green light—“you can move gyu”—he doesn’t hesitate to push upwards and hit deeper inside of you. he’s hardly done anything, honestly, and the action already has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
your back is pressed against the wall so hard you almost think you might complain about the dull ache, but then mingyu is pulling back and thrusting back into you, filling you ‘til the hilt and punching out moans.
you feel as if the air is being forced out of your lungs with every thrust, your body throttling against mingyu’s as you grip on to his biceps and back to steady yourself. it isn’t so much about concern for your own safety anymore, no, now it’s about making sure you ground yourself and don’t go crazy from the way he’s fucking into you.
“look,” mingyu growls, and the sound is so animalistic and you’re so fucked out you’re are his mercy, pulling your head back against the wall so you can direct your gaze to the sloppy, wet mess beneath you. “look at the fucking mess you’ve made. acting all scared and—fuck—“ he grunts with one especially deep thrust that has your nails clawing at his back, “—and nervous but i bet you wanted this, huh? wanted me to fuck you into this wall so hard you won’t be able to think about anything else.”
your vision begins to go hazy the more you watch his cock disappear inside of you every time he snaps his hips upwards, your body jerking with every movement. your wetness is coating his cock, your own drool dribbling down and adding to the mess which is slowing dripping down onto the floor. there’s a filthy puddle that’s forming beneath the two of you, but you can’t even think about how embarrassing this will be the next morning to try and clean it up.
the back of your head is lightly hitting the wall, and you aren’t sure if it’s the impact or the sheer force of mingyu inside your cunt that has your mind going blank as you babble, “yes, mingyu, yes—fuck—feel so good gyu, you make me feel so-so-so good.”
“my pretty baby finally believes me?” mingyu breaths out between groans as his thrusts become more sloppy and rougher as you both begin to approach your ends.
“yes!” you cry out, pressing your forehead to mingyu’s not taking your eyes off his cock buried inside your cunt. “so god, gyu, ‘m gonna cum. can i cum, please? gyu, i promise i’ll be good forever, please can i cum?” you beg, face so hot and so in proximity to mingyu’s that you can see his eyes darken right in front of you.
“fucking cum for me, cum on me baby. make a fucking mess,” mingyu demands, pounding into you harder at the confirmation that you’re about to be thrown off the edge. your walls are on fire, hot around him and clenching as if your life depended on him and his cock and honestly, in this moment that is quite the truth.
you cry out his name, biting down on your bottom lip to muffle the strangled moans that threaten to escape as you shake with pleasure. the sensation of your orgasm, heightened with mingyu’s relentless cock, has your vision blurring with tears as he grips your thighs harder.
he’s fucking into you impossibly fast now, and you can’t even fathom how he has it in him after holding you up for so long. as the overstimulation starts to catch up to you as mingyu begins to chase his own high, all you can do is lay limp in his arms, legs weakly shaking around his torso as you struggle to keep your grip.
“hold on for me baby,” mingyu instructs as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, “hold on to me for just—fuck—just a second.” all you can manage out is a few meek moans and squeaks as his hips snap upwards once or twice more before he stills and then there’s that familiar feeling of hot quite liquid shooting deep into your cunt, marking your walls white, claiming you as his.
mingyu lazily rolls his hips a few last times, riding out the trail of his orgasm before you both have time to finally settle in the sound of your heavy pants, admiring the sheen layer of sweat that coats his skin.
looking up at you with sparkling brown eyes, mingyu finally breaks out a grin and that’s when you feel yourself finally being pulled into reality. “are you okay baby?” he asks worriedly, “i didn’t go too hard, did i?”
“no,” you murmur, shaking your head as you unwind your legs and let mingyu slip out of you. the feeling of being empty has you going queasy and as soon as your feet hit the ground, your knees wobble and you stumble forward into mingyu’s arm. his eyes narrow at you, giving you a look.
“are you sure? are you hurt?”
“no, mingyu, you just happen to be as strong as you claim,” you admit with a roll of your eyes. mingyu’s eyes light up as the words sink in, and he swoops down to press a kiss on your cheek.
“really baby? glad you agree—we should do this more often.” you laugh and steady yourself on your legs once more, still gripping onto his hand for support.
“maybe…or maybe we can try new places to see how versatile your strength is…”
“baby, you can’t say that shit,” mingyu warns. “next thing you know and i’ll carry you and fuck you without the wall.”
you laugh right now, but there’s a little bit of excitement pooling at your stomach, and if there’s one thing that you know, it’s that mingyu always sticks to his word.
summary. joshua just loves how pretty you look when you’re in tears.
wc. 1.9k
warnings. soft dom!joshua who’s kinda mean?, sub f!reader, dacryphilia, LOTS of teasing, edging, unprotected s*x, reader is referred to as a pillow princess, praise, ridiculous amount of pet names [(pretty) baby, pretty girl, angel, good girl], heavy dom/sub dynamics 🫡 — MINORS DNI 18+
note. i wrote this 3 months ago while in HEAT listening to LDR and then i forgot about it lol. THIS IS FOR THE SHUA BIASES. UR TIME HAS COME.
hunger. desire. need. it’s all you’ve felt since waking up this morning. you need your boyfriend to come home. you need to be stuffed with his cock. you need to be fucked till you can’t remeber your last name.
and you’ve voiced your thirst to your beloved boyfriend, sending him texts that read need u :( and wanna touch myself so bad :’((( to which he replied, be good.
and you know better. when joshua says that, it means that you’ll need to wait regardless of how unbearably horny you are.
and you do wait. you try to distract yourself on your day off by attempting to clean even though your arousal soaks through your panties and threatens to drip down your leg at the utter thought of him. you try to cook something to eat, but your mind wanders to the time he fucked you over the kitchen island with your face pressed against the cool marble. you even go as far as taking a cold shower, but you can only think about him and his cock and his words and, god, this fucking sucks.
but, he does come home eventually. as soon as you hear the door unlock, you’re quickly padding over to the front entrance with a meek look on your face. he can immediately read you, drinking in the sight of you in one of his shirts that barely hides the fact that you’re only in a thin pair of lace panties.
he can tell you’ve been sitting in your wetness all day with the way your thighs are squeezed together and your brows are furrowed in what almost looks like pain.
“hi, baby,” he hums, a cheeky smile stretching across his face. “how was your day?” he asks knowingly as he approaches you, free hand coming to cup your cheek. the pad of his thumb brushes against the heated, flushed skin and you’re shuddering at the contact.
“missed you,” you mumble, eyes shutting as you lean into his touch. at the mere contact, your breath hitches, growing uneven as the seconds pass.
“mmm, you missed me?” he hums, thumb moving to brush over your plush lips. when you nod, your mouth opens to envelope his digit, doe eyes staring into his devilish ones. “that bad, huh?”
“yeah,” you reply honestly, though it’s muffled by his finger. “please…” you beg and joshua knows exactly what for with the way your eyes water.
luckily, you don’t have to wait long. joshua immediately drags you to your bedroom with a deceiving smile on his face. that’s how you end up on your back with his length stirring you up and pleas slipping past your loose, puffy lips.
“you feel so good, baby,” joshua coos, cock thrusting into you at possibly the slowest speed ever. “cunt always takes me so fucking well, like you were made for me yeah?”
you nod your head, wrapping your arms around his neck, “joshie, please…” your eyelids grow heavy and threaten to close, but joshua can’t have that.
“uh-uh, eyes on me, pretty girl, or i’ll just use my hand.” he warns and the pretty whine that slips past your lips makes him smile at you. “tell me what you need.”
“faster… please, fuck me faster, shua,” you beg. “been needin’ it all day.”
“yeah?” he questions, voice dripping with dominance. so much so, it makes you clench tighter around him. “pretty baby wants me to go faster?”
all you can do is nod. he gives you another captivating smile before picking up the pace. his hands grab at your waist as he builds up to a comfortable, yet pleasurable speed.
your moans grow louder as he fucks you deeper and deeper into the mattress. you’re relishing in the fact that you may get the one thing you’ve actually been craving all day–release. you can’t help the way your eyes flutter close as you feel the bulbous head of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot.
joshua halts, dick pressed deep inside of you and your eyes shoot open immediately. “w-why’d you stop?” you whimper, pussy pulsing around him.
he smirks, a mean lie slipping out, “got tired.”
you’ve just about had it– after a whole day of sexual frustration and waiting for your lover to take care of you, you get edged? your eyes fill with tears and you’re incessantly shaking your head. “i-i-i’ll ride you! please… shua, please– i wanna cum,” you nearly sob. “i’ll do all the work! le-lemme ride you.”
he groans, cock twitching at how quick he reduced you to tears today. you’re so fucking pretty like this– he can’t resist how much harder he gets when he sees tears recede down your face and hears how desprate you start to sound with all of your sobs and hiccups and slurred words. you’re just so pretty when you cry.
his voice is breathy now, asking, “really, baby? you’ll ride me?”
“y-es! yes!” you cry, big, teary doe eyes screaming please.
and so he hums out an ‘ok’ before effortlessly flipping you over while keeping you nice and full of his cock.
now your hands are pressed flat against his abdomen and he can’t help but bite his lip at the sight of you on top of him like this. you’re still crying and he’s sure you won’t stop till you get your much needed orgasm.
you’re not moving, just hiccuping and squeezing your walls tight around him. “baby? you wanna cum don’t you?” he asks with the slightest mocking tone in his voice. “you have to move if you really want to.”
you shudder, nodding your head. you finally push yourself off his before roughly slamming back down to his base making both of you moan out loudly. you continually do this with no steady tempo and feel yourself grow frustrated at the lack of pleasure.
joshua knew this would happen. you’re a pillow princess through and through and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. he loves seeing every coherent thought leaving your pretty little head as he drives his cock into you. you’re his princess, he wouldn’t want that to change.
but you make attempts to take more than you can handle sometimes, and he thinks it’s really fucking adorable. like now, for example, he knew you couldn’t ride him– you’ve only done it a handful of times and every single time it’s ended with you on your back again while he does all the work– but he thinks it’s cute watching you cry and struggle.
though, he thinks he should put you out of your misery because he can tell you’re giving up. he knows you’ve absolutely had it when you're not even picking up your hips anymore, instead, rutting and grinding against his cock while tired whines bubble up in the back of your throat.
“are you tired, pretty girl?” he asks softly and you nod while more tears brim in your eyes. you feel like you’ve been at it for hours even though it hasn’t even been 10 minutes. you just want to cum. so bad. “‘m sorry, baby, do you want me to take over?”
“please, joshie,” you whimper. “please, please, please, need you s’bad.”
and he coos, whispering out, “‘s okay, angel, don’t cry. i’ll take good care of you.” his hands find your waist, lifting you off his length so he can take over, giving you an experimental thrust.
you whimper letting your head fall back and hands press against his firm chest as he repeats. he quickly gains a fixed rhythm, cock plunging in and out of your soaked pussy. his hands hold your hips tight above his, adamant on keeping you there while he does all the work.
he’s moaning out your name, repeatedly telling you how good you feel and how gorgeous you are with your tits bouncing like that. he looks between the two of you, where his cock meets your cunt, and he groans watching how you swallow him so nicely.
it makes him speed up, bucking his hips up harder. faster. deeper. you can’t stop crying no matter how much you want to– you’re so sensitive and he’s hitting all the right spots without fail– the tears just keep falling down your face.
and shua notices. notices the way your eyes have turned into a leaky faucet and how you have a never-ending flow of tears rolling down your wet, blushy cheeks. god, it has him close already, but he needs to give you what you want first.
“so fucking pretty when you’re crying for my cock, baby.” he grits, a moan following the words. “like it that much?”
you’re choking on your words, practically gargling out, “love it! l-love your cock– shua, fuck, love it and you!”
he groans, squeezing your hips tighter, “yeah? tell me you love me again.”
“i-i love you!” you sob out, pussy wrapping tightly around him as you feel yourself grow closer to the edge. “love you, shua!”
your nails dig into his chest and he hisses, “fuck, such a good girl– i love you so much more, baby. you’re so good for me.” he profuses, voice slightly wavering as he feels his stomach tighten. “will you cum with me, baby? cum and let me fill you up?” he punctuates his words with his thrusts.
you gasp at his particularly sharp thrusts, nodding your head vigorously. “yes, yes, yes, fill me up please!” you echo and you’re pretty sure you sound embarrassing, but you’re not in the right mind to care. you feel the band in your tummy stretching and all you need is a bit more to completely push you over the edge.
joshua follows through, ramming into you a few more times before slamming your hips down, filling you up with his cock completely. his particularly large load spurts inside of you, painting your walls creamy white while cursing and moaning. the warmth and feeling of his seed is just what you needed to let go.
the tight band in the pit of your stomach snaps and you squeal as you feel yourself cum, finally releasing all over his cock. your jaw goes slack and your vision goes white and all you can hear is ringing in your ears while you experience an intense (and well deserved) orgasm. he guides your hips to grind on his cock to help you ride out your high while murmuring sweet praise to you.
when you do come down, you collapse on top of him, cock popping out of your pussy in the process. you whimper as you feel his cum leaking out of you and onto the sheets under you.
“you came so much today, joshie,” you say softly with a bit of hoarseness to your voice while sniffling.
he chuckles breathily at your observation, “did i?”
you nod into the crook of his neck,“mhm, filled me up so well, thank you.”
“of course, baby… but are you okay? you were crying the whole time.” he asks, voice laced with slight concern as his hands soothe up and down your bare back. “know i said you looked pretty like that, but i just wanna make sure i didn’t hurt you.”
“no! no, just missed you, shua, i was really horny…” you mumble. “just wanted you to fuck me stupid all day long. was so miserable.”
he smirks, messy cock twitching a bit at your words, “well, i’m here now, baby, and i can make it happen if that’s what you still want?”
“make it quick, asshole,” you grumble as you push through the metal doors, the pungent smell of deodorant and sweaty jerseys instantly wafting around you. “or at least give me a good enough reason so that i can convince coach park to not cut me from the team.”
“you talk too much,” seokmin rolls his eyes as he approaches from where he was waiting on the changing bench. “i’ll give park a damn good reason, spell it out right where she can see it clearly,” he bites back, before latching his lips onto where your neck was exposed, your sweet spot that coincidentally escapes the neckline of your cheer uniform.
“s-seokmin,” you gasp as your hands circle around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “they’re all g-gonna know.”
he growls, grip on your waist tightening. his hands travel down, pushing your skirt up to your hips, baring your lacy panties. you hadn’t even had time to pull on your safety shorts before seokmin sent you a myriad of terribly mistyped messages, telltaling of how desperate he’d been.
seokmin speaks into your shoulder before he pushes you down on your knees. “wouldn’t you like that?” you become immediately facing his bulge, poorly concealed underneath the basketball shorts he has on. you haven’t given him an answer, fingers already itching to tug the fabric down to ravish his cock. “answer me, sweetheart.”
you mumble out a, “yes” before he tugs on your hair to wrap your lips around his dick, and seokmin leans on his other hand against the locker. “fuck, sweetheart, everytime you do it feels fucking amazing.”
truthfully, you’d choose to listen to seokmin’s low moans and dirty praises for you rather than coach park’s ear-shattering whistle anyday.
hiii :) i really love your writing and was wondering if you do a hoshi smut for me? like him coming home after dance practice, all hot and frustrated. i imagine him laying next to me on the couch when things get intense and touchy. he fingers me while he gets hard and then things go from there... ;) i never stop thinking about this so it'd be cool if you could write it, but you dont have to! if youre not comfortable thats okay. take care
there has never been a time where soonyoung has ever made it hurt while he touched you. despite taking control for all of those times, he made sure to put your pleasure above his, making you come first and multiple times before he did, making sure you felt comfortable, making you feel like the queen he treated you as. you felt that you gave back to him as much as he did you as well, with the times you've made him come in your your mouth, sliding down your throat, or spilling all over your lips or fingers or cunt, licking every single drop up, praises pouring from his lips all the while.
he never wanted to make you feel like he was using your body like a lifeless toy to get himself off. he never did, until tonight.
the amount of time you were together with soonyoung hadn't been too short nor too long now. he knew where you kept your spare key, he even had his own coffee mug and toothbrush in the bathroom for the mornings he was able to spend with you at your place rather than the dorms. he'd already texted you earlier saying he'd ask the manager to drop him off at your place tonight, because he didn't have any recordings nor practice until much later.
you'd only briefly okay'ed him in your reply, and a tail end of an idea began to form in your mind as you looked for something to wear for tonight. you would only be spending the evening at home, which all the more affirmed and planted the idea in your brain as you reached for the black silk box resting on one of the shelves in your closet.
it had only been a gag gift from your friends, and you hadn't been sure whether there would come an occasion where the lingerie set currently adorning your figure would ever see the light of day. they’d presented it to you a few months ago, near the start of your relationship with soonyoung, and you thought you’d save it for a special occasion. there’s no real reason for you to put it on today and spur him on tonight, but part of you got impatient and wanted to see how he’d react to it.
you kneel by your mirror, smooth skin against the black lace, running a finger over the straps and forms of the article of lingerie adorning your figure. maybe those scandalous magazines and website articles were right: this did boost your confidence by a shitton, and you’d be downright pissed if soonyoung didn’t do anything to retaliate.
you grab your phone, pulling the camera app up, angling in a way that covered part of your face, accentuated your cleavage even more than the push up bra already has, pressing your thighs together. you snap a couple of photos, tilting your head different ways, perching your delicate hands on different parts of what’s bare and uncovered by the lingerie, the places you know soonyoung likes to trace and hold under his hot palms.
heart and head pounding, you click on the send button, icy-hot sensation running through your veins even when nothing’s happened. soonyoung is most likely still at recording, during which he usually leaves his phone outside of the booth. a thrill zaps through you at the the thought of anyone else seeing the notification pop up, seeing the little thumbnail of your lewd photos.
to your surprise, his reply comes in within minutes.
soonyoung: what
soonyoung: what’s this for baby?
you bite your lip, typing in a response.
you: nothing, just letting u know i’m waiting for u
the typing icon pops up immediately.
soonyoung: fuck, angel
soonyoung: wait for me
soonyoung: i’m grtting in the car rn, can’t believe you
your eyebrows raise at his eagerness. you grab a robe, only loosely tying the front, hem draping to no further than the top of your thighs.
it had been tough to pretend you were all nonchalant, sipping on a sweet tea as you tried to focus on whatever you’d selected on netflix. your mind and heart ticked along the clock, counting down the seconds until soonyoung got home.
no past than eight, a knock resounds on your door. something tells you to feed into it, the way you know he wants it to. so you do.
you let the robe drape down your shoulder, brushing your hair over it as the door swings open. you bat your eyelashes at him, the picture of seduction baiting the man at your doorstep.
soonyoung kisses you in lieu of a greeting, hot and needy, hands wrapping around your waist, slipping atop the silk. he pushes you back into your home, kicking the door shut with his feet. your hands loop around his neck, breathing in his scent, the feeling of his lips against yours, his very being in the room right now.
you let soonyoung kick his shoes off and shrug his jacket and bag to the floor, seemingly not caring about anything else than tasting you. his hands drop to your thighs, muttering for you to jump, legs wrapping around his hips as he carries you to the sofa– too impatient to even get to your bedroom.
he places you underneath him, your head sinking into the cushions. the silk of the robe doesn’t hold up against the friction of his cotton shirt, loosening and untying on its own, revealing the expanse of your tummy, chest, and the entirety of your thighs as your legs settle by his sides. his knee knocks between your legs, separating them, denim jeans pressing against your clothed core, hot and damp to the touch.
a growl resounds, vibrating against your skin where his lips are pressed against your neck, purple marks blooming in his wake. “so good for me, aren’t you? waited until i got home like a good girl?”
you keen at the praise. he hums in return, thumb tangling at the waistband of your panties. he doesn’t pull them down, just travels his fingers further down, stuffed into your underwear, rubbing against your clit slow and good.
your heart pounds in your ears. “what got you this wet, angel?”
you breath out your answer. “y-you, soonyoung. i need, i, oh my god,” you essentially choke the words out when you feel him push two fingers in, the slick from your cunt easing his prodding.
everything around you turns into white noise, hearing your slick turn his fingers wet and slippery and your high moans and whimpers resound in the room. soonyoung unendingly pours filthy words into your ear, suckling and pressing wet kisses into the sweet spot right beneath where your jaw breaks.
“so tight as always, so good for me. gonna fuck you baby, wouldn’t you look so beautiful with my cum pouring out of your pussy? would you like me to fuck you?”
you can’t do anything else but desperately reach for him, hands gripping on his biceps, tugging on his sleeves. soonyoung reaches his free hand to your bra, tugging your breasts out from the top, pinching and grabbing everywhere he can.
“come for me first, baby. let me see you come before i even put my cock in you. need you to come, angel,” he’s muttering under his breath, almost manic, driven to the edges of pleasure and haze filling his mind at how utterly divine you look under him, hair splayed out around your face, mouth permanently in an “o” as you press your eyes shut.
he feels your walls convulse around his digits, clenching and unclenching, helping you ride your high out. he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit, right against the sensitive bundle of nerves – how long had you been waiting for him to make you feel good? – hips canting, erratic movement all just from his fingers.
it takes you a moment to come down, his weight so comfortable and warm on top of you that it leaves you in a stupor, addicted to the feeling of him pleasuring you. you finally notice the weight against your inner thigh. you travel a hand down to right in between the two of you, feeling his bulge grow, almost painfully pressing from inside of his jeans.
“you okay?” he searches for your eyes, hands holding himself up beside your shoulders. he presses a palm to your cheek, you unconsciously nuzzling against the warm touch.
“mmhmm,” you croak, throat spent from the near screaming he coaxed out of you, molten honey dripping from your lips.
“my turn,” he presses a kiss to your temple, “since you begged so nice and pretty for me.”
summary: there’s only one woman mingyu worships, and it’s not his fiancé.
warnings: infidelity, age gap (reader is in her 20s and mingyu is in his 30s), jealousy, reader and mingyu are both possessive, daddy kink, unprotected sex, car sex, couch sex, mirror sex, sex with another person in the room (they don’t get caught tho), oral sex (f and m receiving), pussy drunk!mingyu, creampie, overstimulation, praising, begging, riding, backshots
read part one
a/n: this was written due to my inability to quench my thirst for mingyu. minors dni!!
Sometimes, Mingyu wonders if you know how much power you have over him. At times it feels like you know exactly what you do to him, but other times he thinks you’re completely unaware of just how much control you have.
Like whenever you ask him if he can drop by your school and pick you up because your last class got cancelled. He was about to meet your mom for lunch when he gets your call. The second he hears your honeyed voice asking him to come for you, he doesn’t hesitate to cancel on her.
That’s how you ended up with you face shoved against the leather seat of his expensive car as he slams his cock into your sopping hole. He grips your ass and spreads your cheeks, obsessed with the sight of your pussy sucking him in.
“Fuck, baby.” Mingyu moans, dragging you back and forth on his dick roughly. “If you keep squeezing me like this, I’ll make a mess out of your little pussy.”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Mingyu thrusts harshly against your sweet spot. The feeling of his heavy balls slapping against your cunt is driving you crazy, and you know it won’t be long until the coil in your stomach snaps.
The sight of your juices coating his cock and the wet sound of your squelching cunt is driving him crazy. He bites his bottom lip when he feels your velvety walls spasm around him. “So hungry for my cock. You couldn’t even wait until we got home.” He growls carnally.
The word home makes you moan out and clamp down harder on him. You can’t remember when Mingyu started referring to his penthouse as your home, but you never questioned it because it felt right.
Obscene sounds fill the car as his hand slides down between your thighs and expertly begins rubbing your swollen clit. “Come for me, angel. Cream all over daddy’s cock.”
Your moans encourage him to thrust into you at a more savage pace. His dick is throbbing inside you as you begin to tremble against his body. “F-Fuck, daddy. I’m gonna come!” You stutter as you cling to the seat.
Mingyu’s gaze is focused on the way his cock disappears between your slick folds, coating it with your white cream. He doesn’t think about slowing his unrelenting pace once.
“Daddy!” You moan loudly, pushing yourself back on to his dick as your orgasm hits you.
“Fuck, baby girl.” Mingyu growls as he slams his hips even harder against your ass. “You’re so good for me.”
“Only for you, daddy!” You moan as your toes curls at the feeling of him overstimulating you.
Your words push him over the edge. He showers you with praises as he empties his load into your quivering cunt. Mingyu stills a bit, extremely pleased at the way you’re gripping the edge of his leather seat.
As usual, the sight of you dripping with his essence turns him on all over again and has him pulling your hips back against his cock. Mingyu slams into you from behind, groaning at the way your pussy and thighs tremble against him. His dick throbs painfully inside your sweet, wet cunt, but he loves every second of it. Loves the way his cock is stretching you open with every snap of his hips.
“Fuck, baby. You’re dripping.” His voice comes out in a deep rasp. “You’re gonna leave a mess on my seats.”
Your cute whine makes him fuck you harder. Fuck. He just can’t get enough of you.
“O-Oh—daddy!” You arch your back into him, angling your hips so he slams against the spot that makes you dizzy with pleasure.
Mingyu ruts his hips deeper into you, balls clapping against your pussy. The thick veins on his cock drag along your tight walls, granting you more friction. You both feel a second orgasm approaching as your pussy sucks him in.
“You’re taking me so well, princess.” Mingyu moans as he sinks deeper into you with every thrust.
Eager to get you both to the edge, you start fucking back on to him, moaning when the tip of his dick hits that spot inside you. Mingyu is just as eager as you. He starts to violently ram his cock into your weeping cunt. Neither of you care about anything except the pleasure consuming you both. It doesn’t take long before you two are coming together, each of you letting out wanton moans.
As you both come down from your high, Mingyu can’t help but think that he wants to be wrapped around your little finger forever.
This thought is further cemented in his mind when he comes over for breakfast one morning. Your mom grumpily orders him to go wake you up, griping under her breath about how selfish and rude it was of you to make other people wait. Mingyu did well at hiding the displeasure her comments caused, but just barely.
Just as he’s about to push the door to your room open, he hears you talking on the phone.
“I’m being for real.” A girl—one of your friends, he assumes—says seriously. “The girls from Pi Beta have all said that Jeonghan has the biggest dick on campus.”
He hears you sigh almost dreamily and clenches his jaw. “Go ahead and give him my number then.”
Mingyu knows it’s crazy for him to feel so rabid with jealousy when he’s engaged to your mother, but he can’t help it. You’re his.
And that’s exactly what he reminds you of when you’re sinking down on his cock that night. Your mother conveniently got called into work—Mingyu fleetingly thinks that maybe she has someone else, but he doesn’t fucking care, not when he has you. Now you were both on the couch getting ready to fuck.
This time, he doesn’t prep you like how he usually does. The possessive, jealous side of him needing to show you that no boy could ever compare to him. Mingyu’s smirk is almost sinister as he watches your attempt to take all of him in. His hands rest leisurely behind his head while you struggle to fit his thick cock into your tight little pussy.
The smirk on his face grows wider when your lips curl into a soft pout. You look at him with pleading eyes, not understanding why he’s not treating you like the princess he always assures you that you are.
Mingyu bites his lip when you mewl softly. “You haven’t taken it all yet.” He teases as he watches you try to fully sit on his cock.
“It’s too big, daddy.” You whine, fluttering your eyelashes at him like the spoiled brat that he turned you into. His pretty, spoiled princess.
He feels vindicated at your words, and right then, Mingyu knows that he’s going to absolutely wreck you. By the end of the night, you won’t ever think to go to anyone but him for relief.
“Aw, baby.” Mingyu coos, but it sounds almost cruel. “Can’t even take this dick without my help, can you? Daddy has to do everything for you, huh? My princess is just too fucking spoiled.”
Then, he licks his lips and grabs your hips before he slams you down on his cock in one swift motion, burying himself inside you down to the hilt. The fat tip of his dick hits the sensitive spot inside your slick cunt, making you let out a pathetic whimper.
Mingyu lets you adjust for a minute, before he softly encourages you to ride him like he knows you can. “Come on, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
You moan softly before you rise up and then sink back down on him with a quick movement of your hips. Mingyu moans when he sees your cream gather at the base of his veiny cock. It has him throbbing inside your wet cunt.
With a sudden vigor, you start bouncing up and down, using him as your own personal fuck toy. Mingyu groans in pleasure when a loud cry escapes your lips. You can feel the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, and you deliriously wonder if there’s a bulge in your stomach from how deep inside he’s going.
“That’s it.” Mingyu praises through his heavy groans. “Make me feel good, baby girl.”
His words make you hold on to his shoulders to plunge on to his dick harder, wanting to do good for your daddy and make him come. You let out a loud moan when he twitches inside you. Obviously he loves your enthusiasm, and it’s even turning you on. By now, your juices are dripping down his balls and on to the couch, but you could care less about the stains it’s going to leave behind.
“Fuck. You always squeeze me so good.” He praises as his hands roam up your body and pinch at your sensitive nipples. “So fucking tight for daddy.”
“F-Fuck, daddy.” You squeal. “Want more.”
Mingyu lets out a breathy laugh when you link your arms around his neck and clench your walls down on him. He glances down to see your arousal glistening all over his throbbing cock and decides to give in to your request. Without any hesitation, Mingyu grabs a handful of your ass and pulls you down on to his cock, the giant tip hitting deeper inside of you than before.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all in.” His words have your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out a series of incoherent moans.
His hips roll into yours as he grips your ass tighter to start bouncing you up and down his thick cock. You mewl pathetically when the tip of his dick slams into your sweet spot with a particularly sharp thrust. Mingyu lets out a choked groan at the way your pussy tightens around him. He slams against that spot over and over again with every roll of his hips.
“Look at you taking my cock so well.” Mingyu growls, suddenly overwhelmed by possessiveness. “Only I can stretch you out this good. This little cunt belongs to me, right? All mine.”
His cock fills you completely, and you can feel it ramming against your cervix. “Yes, daddy!” You agree through your moans. “Only yours!”
Mingyu smirks when you let out a loud cry as you come undone and gush all over his cock. He follows in suit not long after, his cum mixing with your own release.
“So good for me, my perfect angel.” He coos before he pulls you in for a sloppy, heated kiss.
Even after that night, Mingyu still has doubts. What if you weren’t feeling what he was? Did you even think of him outside of the fun you two had? From the way you acted sometimes, it didn’t seem like it.
Those thoughts are all swept away when he comes over for movie night with your mother. He’s sitting in the living room with you while she’s in the kitchen, cleaning up after you three had dinner. For some reason, your mom keeps mentioning her dream venue for the wedding after not bringing it up for months. Mingyu notices the hard look on your face as you stare unseeingly at the TV. He almost asks you what’s wrong, but then your mom is asking him if he’d rather have an indoor or outdoor wedding.
Mingyu’s head is turned to the side to answer her when he suddenly feels two hands undoing his belt. His head snaps down immediately, finding you on your knees in front of him. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he gets hard, but you ignore that and his quiet hiss stating the obvious that your mom is literally right fucking there.
You gaze up at him through your lashes, and Mingyu knows he’s done for. “I just want a taste, daddy.”
The soft way you whisper it with your adorable little pout weakens his already crumbling resolve. As if he’s a puppet on a string with no control over his actions, he nods and lets you continue. You pull him out of his underwear, licking your lips at how hot and heavy he feels against your hand.
Mingyu stifles a moan when you put your mouth on him, slowly sucking on the tip to swallow all the precum leaking out of it. By the grace of some higher power, your mom’s phone rings and she excitedly goes to answer it, completely unaware that her daughter’s mouth is being stuffed full with her fiancé’s big cock.
Once he’s sure your mom isn’t going to come to the living room, Mingyu lets his eyes close and drops his head on the back of the couch. “Fuck, princess.” He whispers through clenched teeth. “Show daddy how much you love his cock.”
He tangles his fingers in your hair to get a firm grip, already trapped by the ecstasy that was your mouth. Your hands scratch at his beefy thighs when he pushes your head downward, forcing his dick down your throat.
“So good for me, my sweet little princess.” He groans softly before letting you pull back.
You’re so hungry for his cock that you hardly pay his praise any attention. Instead, you run your tongue along his veiny cock, licking every inch of it. By now, your arousal is making your panties stick to your pussy. You were so fucking turned on that you were on the verge of slipping off your sleep shorts and sitting on Mingyu’s cock like the other night.
Managing to push down your own urges, you then wrap your lips around his dick and start to bob your head up and down. Mingyu’s moans are somewhat silent, but the faces he’s making say it all about how good you’re making him feel. His cock is throbbing sporadically on your tongue, and his heavy balls quiver in your hand after you give them a gentle squeeze.
“Fuck. Keep going, baby. Daddy has a load ready for you.”
You clench your thighs together at his filthy words, keeping your pace. Mingyu sighs and empties the cum he has in those big balls into your mouth. You swallow every last drop of his seed, feeling smug that you get to taste your daddy’s cum while your mom cleans the kitchen.
“Such a good girl for daddy.” Mingyu praises as he pulls up on the couch. He leans in to give you a sweet kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth.
You quickly separate when you hear your mom making her way to the living room. As a reflex, you throw the blanket you brought down from your room over your laps. Luckily, your mom is too far gone off the wine she had at dinner to notice the delicious flush of Mingyu’s cheeks he had from just having come in your mouth.
Instead of sitting on the couch with you and her fiancé, she sits on the recliner, away from the both of you. It doesn’t take long for her to start drinking straight out of the bottle she brought with her from the kitchen, having long abandoned the wine glass. When you notice her unfocused eyes, you bite your lip and grab one of Mingyu’s hands. You don’t look at him as you slowly guide it under your sleeping shorts
“Look how wet you made me, daddy.” You purr softly, eyes still focused on the movie.
Mingyu swallows thickly. Your panties are completely soaked and sticking to your hot cunt. Fuck. He doesn't know why you’re suddenly acting so needy, but he fucking loves it. The more hopeful part of him wants to think that it’s because you wish to stake your claim on him, but he never knows what to think when it comes to you.
With your hand over his larger one, you guide his long fingers up and down your covered slit. You let out a soft moan, hoping to rile Mingyu up enough to get him to fuck you. It won’t be long before your mom passes out, and you were going to have him rail you once she did.
Mingyu is hard as a rock as you help him rub your clothed pussy the way you want him to. He resists the urge to grip his dick that was still out and covered by your blanket. You move your panties to the side to let his fingers play with your bare cunt. Licking your lips, your hand moves his in slow circles before you eventually let him do it on his own.
Just as Mingyu is about to dip his fingers inside, you hear a soft snore. You both look over to see your mother completely passed out while clutching the empty wine bottle. With a smirk, you throw the blanket off of you and lunge at your daddy, lips pressing against his. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, but pulls away when he realizes that your mom could wake up at any moment. “Baby...”
You pout at him, not willing to stop until you were stuffed full of his cum. “Daddy, I need you.” You plead, pressing yourself against his large bicep.
Mingyu is momentarily distracted by the fact that you’re not wearing a bra. He can feel the softness of your tits through the flimsy tank top you’re wearing.
“Princess, we can't—”
You exaggerate your pout. “Why not? Don’t you love me how I love you?”
He freezes at your words. Mingyu searches your eyes, but is surprised to see that they’re not filled with lust or arousal. Instead they hold a mixture of hope and fear. That’s all it takes for his control to snap, slamming you on your back to shove his tongue in your mouth. You moan into him, hips grinding up against his bare cock.
Mingyu sits up and pulls his shirt off, pupils blown wide with lust and adoration. He rips that pathetic excuse for a tank top off of you and is quick to latch his mouth on to one of your hardening nipples. You stifle a moan, bringing one of your hands up to grip the back of his hair. He swirls his tongue around the hardening bud while pinching and pulling the other one.
You lick your lips in anticipation when he raises your legs up and slides your shorts and underwear off of you in one fluid movement. You tug at his pants, wanting to get him as naked as you were. As always, Mingyu is quick to relent and give you what you want.
He teases the head of his cock against your folds, slapping it against your sensitive lips a couple of times.
“Daddy, please...” you moan a little louder than you were doing before.
Mingyu slowly eases into you, not caring that your mother was five feet away. All that mattered to him now was you and what you said you felt for him.
His mouth drops open when he sees your pretty pussy being stuffed with his thick cock. Your white cream coats the length of it as your walls squeeze harder and harder. You moan out in pleasure, loving the drag of his hard dick. Mingyu drops his head into your neck, gently nuzzling the soft flesh as his hips move at a slow yet steady tempo.
“That feel good, baby girl?” Mingyu murmurs against the underside of your jaw before pressing a soft kiss into the skin as his lips travel along your neck, sucking over your racing pulse.
He looks back at your sleeping mom’s form before quickly turning his attention back to you. Fuck it, he thinks. Nothing will keep you from him now that he knows how you feel about him.
Mingyu hikes up one of your legs over his shoulder, granting himself deeper access to your dripping cunt. He starts fucking his cock into you at an unrelenting pace, your arousal and his precum coating the inside of your thighs in a sticky mess. The wet sound of skin slapping together is slightly drowned out by the movie playing on the TV, but soon your moans overpower the sounds.
“Yes, yes, yes! Just like that, daddy.” You gasp out. “Don’t stop.” You plead as you buck your hips to meet his.
Mingyu grunts lowly, snapping his hips against you savagely. He doesn’t stop even when he hears your mom let out a small noise. Perversely, he almost wants her to wake up and find him fucking her sweet little daughter into the couch.
He groans when he feels your cunt tightly clamp down on his pulsing cock. Mingyu looks down to watch his cock slip in and out of you. His dick is glistening with the arousal dripping from you. He bites his lip, feeling more turned on than ever.
In the haze of carnal lust, Mingyu grabs the leg that’s on his shoulder and pushes your knee back as far as it will go before doing the same with the other one. His smirk is wide when he sees your mouth drop open in pure bliss. He experimentally rolls his hips, groaning lowly when you let out a quiet mewl.
“You like it when I fuck you there, baby?” He wonders in a sweet voice, slamming his hips into you sharply.
You babble incoherently, vigorously nodding your head. Mingyu grins widely as he rolls his hips in the same angle over and over. He watches as your tits bounce with every thrust, your head tossed back and mouth dropped open as the fat tip of his cock hits your sweet spot.
“Daddy... please.” You moan.
Hearing you so desperate makes him pick up his pace, pounding his dick into your hot cunt. "Fuck. You want more don’t you? I'll give your more, baby.” Mingyu groans. “Gonna fuck you like you deserve.”
“Fuck.” You whimper, pussy convulsing around his dick. “Fill me up, daddy.”
Your desperate plea triggers something primal in Mingyu, and he goes wild at the thought of breeding you and fucking you full of his seed. “You want my cum, angel?” He coos through gritted teeth as he drills his hot cock into you at a faster pace, heavy balls slapping your ass.
“Please!” You mewl, arching your back and shoving yourself deeper into him.
“Let go for me, baby girl.” Mingyu moans, pressing his forehead against yours as he lets out breathy pants. “Fuck—need to feel you come on me.”
His coaxing make the coil in your stomach snap, and you welcome the sudden wave of pleasure with a moan that’s loud enough to wake up your unconscious mother. Mingyu watched you gush on his cock with a proud smirk, hitting that spot deep inside you over and over again. He stifles your moans with his mouth, biting at your bottom lip and drinking in every muffled squeal as he keeps ramming his dick inside your sensitive cunt.
Your body trembles under Mingyu’s weight, his pretty cock twitching in your cunt as he speeds up his thrusts. He grunts when he feels his high approaching. The sloppy thrusts makes you clench around him, eager to have him fill you up. It’s your turn to swallow his groans as he starts to come inside you.
Mingyu’s warm cum fills you to the brim as he slowly keeps fucking into you. He pulls away from your mouth, hands sliding down from your legs to your messy cunt. “That’s it, baby. Take all of me like a good girl.” He moans as his fingers gently circle your sensitive bud.
As you come down from your high, you glance behind Mingyu to see that your mom was still completely knocked out. Biting your lip, you gently push him off of you and get on all fours. You rest the weight of your upper body on your elbows, arching your back and wiggling your ass.
“Keep filling me up, daddy.” You moan out as his sticky cum leaks out of you slowly.
Powerless to the temptation that was you, Mingyu royghly grabs one off your ass cheeks and lines up his still-hard cock against your entrance. He teases your quivering pussy with the tip, coating it in your arousal. “So pretty.” Mingyu murmurs as you squirm against him. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
He slowly thrusts into you, and you push back on to his cock to take him in as deep as he’ll go.
“M-More.” You babble as you clutch to the edge of the couch.
Mingyu bites down on his lip as he buries his cock inside you. “You’re taking me so well, baby.”
You let out a wanton moan when he slaps you ass. The way you tightly clamp down on him makes Mingyu feel drunk. Fuck. He needed to take you back to his place to have his way with you how he wanted.
Large hands grip your hips before you feel his thick cock ram into you at a savage pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hips slam against your ass and his heavy balls hit your aching pussy. The lewd sounds filling the living room are paired with your obscene moans.
“You're going to wake your mother.” Mingyu grunts as he slides his hands down to grip your ass. He spreads your cheeks, loving the sight of your sweet cunt gripping his dick and coating it with your arousal. “Is that what you want, baby? Want her to wake up and find me stuffing you full of my cock?”
You nod furiously against the couch cushion, letting out another loud moan. “Want her to see that you’re mine, daddy! Only mine.”
Those words have him drilling into you harder, needing to see you cream on his cock again. He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest. His free hand slides down between your thighs.
“Fuck me, daddy!” You moan while his throbbing dick stretches out your tight hole.
Mingyu rubs fast circles on your puffy nub, biting down on the side of your neck when you come on his dick for the second time that night. He groans lowly, fucking you through your orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of you head as Mingyu slams his cock into you until he’s spilling his thick, hot cum inside your aching cunt.
You fall slack against Mingyu, whining softly when he pulls out of you. His sticky cum dribbles down your thighs—a mark of just how much he loves you. Mingyu presses a kiss against your temple before he lifts you up and carries you upstairs.
“Pack a bag, baby.” Mingyu orders after he sets you down on your bed. “You’re spending the night with me.”
It's crazy of him to take you from your home and leave his fiancé alone, but he no longer cares. You’re his now, and once you two get back to his place he’s going to demonstrate that to you.
Being in Mingyu’s house was surreal because for some reason this time it felt like you were staying for good. That thought made a familiar wetness gather between your legs.
You’re in the penthouse for what feels like all of two seconds before you’re naked again, pressed against the large glass window in his living room. Mingyu slowly kisses down your body, trailing his lips down your smooth skin like he’s worshipping you. (He is.)
He drops to his knees, pulling one of your thighs to rest over his shoulder. You bite your lip when he starts trailing kisses up your inner thigh, closer and closer to where you want him. “You’re beautiful.” Mingyu murmurs between his kisses.
You feel a deep satisfaction settle inside you at his reverent tone. Licking your lips hungrily, you run your fingers through his hair affectionately. “Daddy.”
When you two lock eyes, he gives you a smirk before he shoves his face into your wet cunt. He doesn’t waste any time in lapping up all your juices. Mingyu moans as he feasts on you, the wet suckling sounds driving him wild with need. Your moans are getting louder with every lick, and you close your eyes to let the feeling of his mouth consume you.
“Fuck.” Mingyu moans against you. "I'll never get enough of your sweet pussy, baby."
“Daddy, please.” You whimper as you grind your cunt into his face. “I need you.”
It feels like the coil in your stomach is close to coming undone, but you need more. You always do when it comes to Mingyu.
“Yeah? Tell me what you need, baby.”
You keen into him with a whimper. “I-I need your cock, daddy! Please.”
Mingyu pulls away from your dripping cunt and goes to stand. He towers over you, and it reminds you of just how big he actually is. The way he easily lifts you up makes your aching pussy clench around nothing. Your legs rest over his strong forearms, and this new position makes you whimper in need. Fuck. Mingyu has never seemed hotter to you than he did right now. So big and strong, holding you up like you weighed nothing.
The tip of his cock catches against the lips of your hot cunt. Mingyu groans softly as he drags you up and down the length of his dick, coating himself in your arousal. A second later he sinks you down on to his thick cock, moaning at the feeling of your hot, wet cunt wrapped around him.
“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Mingyu whines into your neck as you tug on the ends of his hair.
His hips are rolling into you desperately, chasing the feeling the warm walls of your dripping cunt offer him. Your sweet pussy is squeezing him so tightly that it’s almost almost hard to move.
You moan loudly at the delicious drag of his cock, unable to stop yourself from clenching around him even more. Mingyu’s dick so long and thick that every thrust has you seeing stars. He hits your sweet spot every time, making you cry out for him.
“Daddy! Want your cum!”
You do. So bad. The way he’s effortlessly bouncing you up and down his throbbing cock with his strong arms pushes you over the edge. Mingyu watches as your orgasm coats his dick, walls spasming around him until he’s moaning helplessly at the way you squeeze him.
“Fuck, daddy.” You groan. “K-Keep going!”
Because he can never deny you anything, Mingyu keeps drilling his thick cock into your wet cunt over and over again. He growls carnally when he hears you chanting more, more, more, like the demanding little brat you are.
“I love you.” Mingyu pulls back to make sure your gaze is focused on him, his thrusts hitting you deeper than ever.
His unexpectedly sweet words make your pussy clamp down on him, and you’re so close to coming again that you have to remember to give him a coherent response. You know he loves you, just like how you love him.
“I love you, too.” You whimper, feeling the coil in the pit on your stomach about to snap. “S-So much.”
“Say it again.” Mingyu demands, his thrusts becoming more savage-like than ever. “Tell me you love me again.”
Your cunt pulses erratically, feeling almost dizzy with every thrust. “I love you, Mingyu.”
It only takes one more thrust for you to break. Your walls quiver around his cock as you wail his name through your release. Mingyu groans deeply in response. The sounds you’re making spurs his own orgasm. His cock twitches and throbs until he’s releasing thick, hot ropes of cum into your pussy, flooding your insides with his seed.
“I love you so much.” Mingyu groans, his cum still spilling inside you. “Feel that, baby? It's all for you.”
You let out a dazed hum, feeling your combined release gushing out around his still-hard cock. It slowly drips down to his balls, making you let out a contented sigh. Mingyu lays his sweaty head against the crook of your neck, trying to catch his breath, but he doesn’t dare put you down. You gently run your fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of him still inside you.
Eventually, Mingyu pulls you off of him, biting his lip as his cum leaks out of you. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders as he carries you to his room. Mingyu loves the way you caress him and bite at his sweaty neck. It turns him on all over again.
That’s how you find yourself in the dirtiest position you’ve ever been in. It’s almost embarrassing, but it’s also so hot that you can’t bring yourself to care about anything except the pleasure it brings you.
Mingyu has you sitting on him, his large hands pressing your legs against your chest, keeping them wide open as he forces you to look in the large mirror. At times like these, he doesn’t seem like the sweet man who spoils you rotten.
You can tell he loves the sight of his monster cock splitting you open. Admittedly, you love it, too. The sight alone makes you tighten around him. You mewl softly, wishing you could take a picture of him buried in you, balls deep.
“Look at how good you stretch for daddy.” He murmurs in your ear as your eyes meet in the mirror.
The little giggle he lets out doesn’t match his actions. You let your head fall against his shoulder as he starts to slide you up and down his fat cock. The lewd squelching sound your cunt makes every time he slams you down on to him makes you both moan out.
“So good for me, baby girl.” Mingyu coos in your ear as your plump ass slams against his pelvis.
He bites at your neck when you only respond with incoherent babbles. “Did daddy already fuck you dumb, princess? Can’t even answer me, hm?”
Your pussy gets even wetter at his words, juices gushing on his cock and gathering at the base of his length. Mingyu licks his lips and starts fucking into you roughly. Almost instantly, your walls tighten around him.
“Fuh-Fuck!” You wail wantonly. “I’m—”
Your nails dig into his forearms as you cream all over Mingyu’s throbbing cock. He keeps fucking you, loving how you pathetically try to match his thrusts. He bounces you on his dick until it triggers his own release.
You pant quietly and look back at Mingyu when he releases your legs and falls back on the bed. He’s still inside you, and it occurs to you that now it’s your turn to overstimulate him.
Somehow you manage to turn around to face him without letting his dick slip out of you. Mingyu watches you lazily, raising an eyebrow as you put your hands on his muscular chest.
“Gonna make you feel good, daddy.” You promise him before you start to hump his cock.
Mingyu moans, his sensitive dick bordering on that line between painful and euphoric. In the end, he doesn’t care because he’s mesmerized by the sight of your pretty tits bouncing and the feeling of your tight cunt closing in on his dick. His eyes are fixed on your swollen lips gripping his cock, your sweet cream making a ring around the base of it.
“Such a good girl, baby.” Mingyu praises you. “Fucking yourself on daddy’s cock, trying to milk me dry.”
You’re bouncing on his lap by now, hands sliding up your body and gripping your tits. “Cum in me, daddy!” You moan as you pinch and pull at your nipples with your head thrown back.
And he does, unable to hold back his load. Your orgasm follows soon after.
With your teeth caught on your bottom lip, you lift yourself off his dick. Mingyu moans at the sight of his cum slowly dripping out of you and landing on his still-hard cock. He whimpers when you sit on him again, sliding up and down his length, spreading his sticky cum on his cock.
Before you knew what was happening, you were flipped over and being stuffed full again. Mingyu slams his long, veiny cock inside your tight little cunt. He smirks when you groan and drive your nails into his broad shoulders. Your legs tremble as he keeps thrusting into you, his girth splitting you open all over again.
“You just can’t get enough of my cock, can you baby?” He praises as he bends down to sink his teeth into your neck as your walls tighten on his throbbing cock.
“N—”
You cut yourself off with a loud moan when his thumb rolls over your sensitive clit. It’s almost cruel, really. The way his thick cock drags along your tight walls paired with the way his thumb rubs over your sensitive clit so harshly. Not to mention the way his mouth sucks on your neck and nips at your skin. It's too much and makes your head spin
“Yes, daddy!” You moan loudly as your eyes roll back and your thighs quiver against him.
His thumb keeps working its magic on your wet pussy. It doesn’t take long before you cream and gush around him, your toes curling as you let out a loud cry of ecstasy.
Mingyu groans as he feels his own climax take over him, your little cunt continuing to milk him until he's forced to stop and pour himself into you. He then presses a gentle kiss to your lips before he rolls over with you on top of him. He gently runs one of his hands up and down your back, loving the feeling of your smooth flesh against his palm.
“I didn't push you too hard, did I?” The worry in his voice makes your heart warm.
No matter how many times he asked you the same question after you two were done having sex, you never got tired of hearing it. Mingyu is probably unaware of how loved and worshiped he makes you feel.
You gently shake your head. “No. I loved it.”
It’s silent for a moment before Mingyu speaks up again. “Stay with me.” His voice is surprisingly vulnerable. “Stay with me forever.”
You lift your head to see him gazing at you with such an intense amount of love that no one had ever looked at you with. This time it doesn’t scare you. Instead you feel reassured.
“I’ll fit myself into your life. Wherever you want to go, I’ll follow. Whatever you want to do, I’ll support you. Just… just please make room in your life for me.”
Damn Kim Mingyu and his sickeningly sweet words. You drag yourself up his body to kiss him deeply. With a content smile, you drop your head back down under his jaw and gently caress his bare chest. “Okay.” You agree easily. “I’ll stay with you.”
You weren’t used to being worshiped, but you could learn to as long as Mingyu was the one doing it.
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