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where mingyu has a pornstar cock, but the only action heâs getting is with his own hand.
â pairing: f!reader x mingyu
â words:Â 7.5k
â warnings: comedy, smau bits, homoerotic friendships bc i am free, smut with sexting, big puppy gyu, handjob, both oral, multiple orgasms, protected sex, 18+ mdni
â notes: itâs finally here and itâs filthy and i did not read it twice!!! going to an ateez concert now brb
GOD HAS FAVOURITES, AND MINGYUâS ONE OF THEM.
in this day and age of hook-up culture, of getting lucky with nothing but a few swipes on your phone, itâs far too easy to just deceive your way into scoring some.
men are liars, and they all claim the same thing these days: theyâre a munch, they can go until the sunrise, youâll feel it in your kidney, theyâre a feminist, etc⌠of course, itâs not until those men slide in dry after rubbing straight flap then cumming in three strokes before those poor women realise: a man will claim anything under the sun if it means youâll fuck him.
although mingyu can relate to the desperation to get laid, heâs not so shameless that heâd just bullshit his way into someoneâs pants. at that point you donât even deserve it. heâll stick by his true character even if heâs on the brink of insanity from lack of action. in saying that, what makes mingyu superior to thy neighbour is not just the fact that he only ever speaks the truth â but also in regards to the absurd cock size heâs been blessed with.Â
through google searches of the average length not just in his country but the whole globe, triple takes from other men in public bathhouses, dick pics sent to talking stages and unsolicited dick pics sent to him â mingyuâs come to the conclusion that heâs bigger than average. to put it humbly, really.
at soft, he can make a few head turns at the least. at half-hard heâs got the size that most men lie about having. and when heâs fully erect, he should probably register his cock as a weapon.Â
mingyuâs been told that his bodyâs sculpted like a greek god, complete with zeusâ lightning rod in his pants. heâs got the cock that the top gets in yaoi with ridiculously drawn proportions, the cock that gets spray-painted as graffiti on a cheating exâs car. mingyuâs big to the point where itâs like okay, can we be serious, like this is doing too much.Â
heâs been told by men and women alike that he could make a living off of his size. ah, what a dream thatâd be. taking dick pics (maybe some feet in there too) to pay the bills. having fame and money and pussy for doing nothing but exist with a completely natural, albeit monstrously sized cock.Â
he can forget about that ever happening though. it sounds like a dream because it is. nevermind being godâs favourite â mingyuâs starting to believe he mustâve signed a contract with the devil in his past life, because what good is a big dick if youâve only got yourself to fuck?Â
itâs a bad joke, really. all these inches and a pretty face but nowhere to use it. heâs only gotten laid enough times to count on one hand without lifting a thumb, and all instances had punctuated years worth of drought.Â
size doesnât matter, and he knows that firsthand. when he lost his virginity, he came the instant he slid into his girlfriend, who just said âthatâs it?â then broke up with him. heâs had next to no luck landing any girls since that pitiful first, let alone getting one to stay.Â
he knows heâs not exactly fucking like a pornstar, but his same absurd size is actually whatâs holding him back. thereâs been times when his cock getting hard for a girl has him on verge of fainting, just from all the fucking blood the monster in his pants needs to get up. then after some mediocre stroke game, the force of orgasming has him seeing literal glimpses of heaven.
despite the physical toll, in some pitiful moments of doubt he even began to question if heâs been lied to his entire life about his size â if itâs not earning him a text back because itâs actually pretty average. that is, until his best friend literally readjusted his glasses in shock the first time he saw mingyu naked.Â
mingyu might be getting less action than an actual virgin. heâs since long forgotten how a pussy feels since becoming besties with his imagination and left hand â and itâs gotten to the point that the feel of his same old, boring palm can barely spark any pleasure. he may as well be rubbing off his ankle.Â
the porn on page 1 to page 847 has no difference in how utterly useless it is when he needs help getting off. switching to his non-dominant hand, humping the mattress, buying a pocket pussy, watching fetish content on places he wouldnât even go with a gun â all of it, useless. futile.Â
he needs the real thing, warm and tight and living. he needs to get laid before he does something drastic and his face is plastered on every news channel ⌠okay maybe not that far but he fears it really is that serious. all these extra inches means heâs got an extra intense libido to match, and nothing but extra extra bad luck when it comes to finding means of relieving it.Â
one sunny day he rants about all of this to his roommate and best friend wonwoo, who nods over a steaming bowl of shin ramyun.
âi see.â wonwoo hums. âyouâre not asking to fuck me, are you?â
âbro. fuck off.â mingyu groans, dropping his head to the table with a thunk. âyou know what? yeah, i might if i donât get laid soon.â
âwell, iâm not a bottom, so unless you want to take it up the ass.â wonwoo shrugs, slurping down a mouthful of noodles without even chewing. (seriously, why does he do that?)
âdonât you have single friends? discord kittens? canât you hook up a brother in desperate need? iâm losing vision in one eye with how pussy-deprived i am.â
wonwoo readjusts his glasses. âi do know some girls but.. youâd be okay with having my sloppy seconds?â
âforget i even asked man.â mingyu rolls his eyes, kicking his chair out from the table with a loud scrape on the floorboards. âiâm having a shower. need to jerk off before i hit something. or you.â
after a pitiful, rage-induced wank sesh under the hot stream of water (also a few stray tears shed), mingyu was pulling his boxers on when the door swung open.
âare you still on any dating sites?â wonwoo asked casually, ignoring how half of his best friendâs ass was still hanging out as he barged in.Â
âno, i deleted my tinder after that one girl who set my nudes as her profile picture.â
âokay cool. try this one out.â wonwoo handed his phone over, open on the browser.
www.dtf.com
mingyu scrunched his face. âdown to fuck dot com?â
ah, so a matchmaking site that doesnât pretend to be about any âfinding your soulmateâ bullshit and is unapologetically straight to the point: weâre all single and here to fuck.Â
âcanât imagine you look for anything serious on here.â he snickers.Â
âwell no, itâs in the name. are you?âÂ
mingyu scratched his neck. truthfully, a girlfriend would be ideal but⌠beggars canât be choosers.Â
he shrugged. âwhatever happens.âÂ
inspecting the rest of the site, he clicked to view wonwooâs profile â then whistled at the suggestive set of photos displayed on his best friendâs page.Â
Wonwoo
A giver, most of the time.
AGE: 25
HEIGHT: 6 ft
SIZE: 8 in.
LOOKING FOR: Female, Submissive
INTERESTED IN: BDSM, Brat Taming, Humiliation, Degradation, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Impact Play, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, Pet Play, Toys, Anal⌠[Show More]Â
âyou like being called âdaddyâ?â mingyu snickered.Â
âyeah bro. e-girls flock to me like birds, thatâs how i get so many over.â wonwoo replies with a smart-ass smirk. âthey grip your dick like youâre gonna leave them.â
ââŚ.thatâs just not what i asked, man.âÂ
safe to say, mingyu was sold. he promptly had his own account set up, then took close to an hour meticulously choosing the thirst trap images for his profile.
Mingyu
Hey (with the intention of begging on my knees)
AGE: 24
HEIGHT: 6â2Â
SIZE: 12 in.
LOOKING FOR: Female
INTERESTED IN: Vanilla, Missionary
when mingyu showed wonwoo the final product with a satisfied smile, his best friend burst out laughing.Â
âare these the default options or something?â wonwoo asked, pointing to mingyuâs barren interests section.Â
âbro, iâm just looking to get laid. doesnât need to be any more complex than that.â mingyu pouted. âunlike you, i donât need a girl to wear a cat tail butt plug and meow for me to get off.âÂ
âthat sounds hot.âÂ
it does. âfreak ass..âÂ
after leaving his best friend with the middle finger and then setting his profile to public for matchmaking, within mere minutes women were indeed flocking to him, much like birds.Â
mingyu spent all night marvelling at his phone like a kid in a candy store â giggling as he sifted through profiles, kicking his feet as he chatted with women basically throwing themselves at him.Â
despite wonwoo making fun of him, it seemed that his only interests being âvanillaâ had actually worked in his favour, since he had countless women from all different shades of kinks asking if he was open-minded. the one thing they all had in common though, from the bratty subs to the dominatrixes, was one burning question: is it really that big?Â
and oh, heâs been more than happy to prove it; snapping a quick, shaky photo of the visible bulge in his calvin kleins and watching as all the phone numbers and addresses and nudes roll in like waves.
he hasnât taken anyone up on their offers to meet up, not just yet. call him an attention whore, but heâs had years worth of yearning for this, dreaming about this, even crying in the shower after jerking off over this. these days itâs hard enough trying to reach an orgasm even with every tool in his arsenal â and yet heâs been laying here, chatting away with a lifetimeâs supply worth of women, while being so turned on heâs basically blue-ballsing himself.Â
ah, he could get used to this. this could even prove to be a little too dangerous. maybe he really was destined to be a pornstar, and him having no luck climbing out of bitchless purgatory was just the universeâs way of restoring natural balance. no one man should have all this power.Â
the attention goes straight to his head, leaves him feeling high off of it. leaves him on cloud nine with a painfully hard cock.
ding.
leaves him with a harsh comedown that hits like a kick in the balls.
when he clicks to open the uncalled-for dm, mingyu can feel his boner go a quarter of the way back down just from the shock. what the hell does that mean? do you think heâs a bot, clickbaiting? but he put so much effort and care into choosing the right photos for his profileâŚ
âŚ.is it really so unbelievable that heâs only looking for vanilla sex?
oh. okay. so everyone heâs chatted with so far may as well have been shy, considering how forward you are straight off the bat. not even a hello, how are you, my name is⌠just âi call bullshit, show me that dick.â
alright then. he can play ball.
mingyu tugs his boxers down his thighs, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach, even at only somewhat hard. heâll need to get it all the way back it up if heâs going to prove it to you.
he has a full-body shiver when his hand grazes the tip, just from how on edge heâs been; smearing precum across his palm before his fingers curl around in a loose grip.
heâll need something to jerk off to, and well, since your profile is thereâŚ.
shit. itâs more than enough. youâre like, really fucking pretty. hot, gorgeous, panty-dropping and cock-raising. so pretty he actually feels a little guilty as his hand starts to stroke his cock, but hey, youâll get him fully hard in no time.
mingyu swipes through the array of photos on your page, each one more revealing than the last, fist steadily pumping his length. it jumps between his fingers when he settles on a photo of you in white lingerie: the lace hugging your curves perfectly, plush lip bitten between your teeth, hands cupping the underside of your breasts and lifting them on full display.
itâs not until a fresh spurt of precum leaks over his knuckles that mingyu remembers heâs supposed to be taking a picture of his boner as proof, and not just⌠jerking off for the sake of it.
he has to literally rip his hand away, lower belly already coiled dangerously tight. he canât remember the last time a girl in real life got him this hard and this fast.
shuffling closer to the mirror, he sits on the edge of the bed and holds his cock upright with one hand, the other holding his phone right next to it â as comparison, of course.
he holds his breath as he sends it through.
well, his stomach sank for a moment there, but he quickly recovers. mingyu lays back on the bed, running his palm up and over his length, just absentmindedly playing with himself as his jelly fingers type out a reply.
heâs quick to navigate back to your profile, cock reacting with a pulse as his eyes land on your face again like it missed you already.
he doesnât even think about it this time: just gets completely lost in the sight before him, in the feel of his fist fucking him. until a ding cuts through the tunnel vision, your chat notification lighting up the top of his screen. the only thing that could tear his attention away from the softcore porn on your profile.
damn. guilty.
he feels his cheeks heating up a little. the fuck? youâve got his grown ass blushing through the phone. either youâre a seasoned pro at turning men to putty, or mingyuâs just that out of the element.
his mindâs turning to complete mush at this point; tuned in solely to your pretty face and body, to your vulgar mouth. imagination drifting to the feel of your skin under the pads of his fingers, of your lips stretched over the head of hisâ
shit, he almost came.
mingyu nearly drops his phone as he fumbles to the camera app, shakily filming himself in the mirror as his hand goes to fucking town on his cock. his mouthâs even fouler than yours with all the whiney huffs and puffs pouring from his throat.
heâs not sure if the footage is long enough or even good enough but he also doesnât care; sending it straight through to you while not missing a beat in jerking himself off.
he throws his head back on the bed with a tortured groan, back arching off the bed as his hips chase the circle of his fist with a mind of their own. he canât recall the last time masturbating felt this fucking good, the last time it took such a short span of time for him to reach an orgasm.
the last time he was able to forget that the hand around his cock is his own â nothing but your face, that body, those curves behind his lids when he screws his eyes shut.
and just the mere thought that you could be touching yourself too? to the videos of mingyu touching himself, oh fuckâŚ
mingyu winces as his grip tightens until it hurts, fist strangling the fucking life out of his cock. he squeezes until he literally feels the tidal wave of his orgasm receding, the hot pressure under his abs fading into sharp, demanding pulses of his cock.
why did he even say that shit? man, talk about being pussy drunk. he can just manage to feel the weight of shame pressing into his chest over the ache throbbing between his thighs.
if he really did fumble a chance as good as this, a girl as hot as you, he doesnât even deserve to cum. maybe he should just start embracing the involuntarily celibate life..
to his surprise, another ding from you interrupts his pitiful â while still fully erect â wallowing.
much like a well-trained dog, you donât have to tell him twice.
mingyu puts on a whole ass show for you. sits upright in bed, films his entire upper body to ensure no twitch or contraction of his sweat-slick abs was left out of frame.
heâs sure the speed of his hand gives away just how long heâs gone without getting laid, but mingyu canât find it in himself to feel much shame at all now that youâve offered a chance to remedy that up on a silver platter.
he cums obnoxiously: throwing his head back, adamâs apple bobbing with each shameless moan falling from his mouth; grinding his hips up into his ruthless fist like heâs fucking into someone; a hefty load spurting all over his pretty toned torso, your name slipping from his lips.
before the post-nut clarity can settle in, he sends the raw footage straight through to his patiently waiting audience.
mingyu was so ecstatic that he didnât even bother to clean up properly, just quickly wiped himself with a tissue before skipping into wonwooâs room and dapping his best friend up in celebration.
(his reaction being âbro you smell like cum.â)
after leaving dtf.com behind in a matter of hours and moving over to messages, a date was promptly established. being, a date as in the day, because there wasnât going to be any conversing over dinner or fondling during a movie.
itâs becoming increasingly clear to mingyu that he really struck a pot of gold in you, since you were both on the same page about this: fuck first, talk later.
if you were to go on a date prior, mingyu knows good and damn well that heâd just be sporting a massive pitch in his pants throughout the entire thing; way too excited for his own good over the knowledge that heâs finally getting laid after.
the stars aligned to both of your schedules being open just two days from now. while the anticipation is sure to strangle him alive, heâs able to give wonwoo notice that heâs kicking him out for the day, and to prepare.
in the limited sexual encounters under his belt, mingyu canât say for certain that heâs actually made a girl cum. unlike men, there isnât exactly a visual indicator. his size alone couldâve been enough to get them off, sure. but when it comes to you, he doesnât want to repeat that flustered fumbling; rubbing what he assumes is the clit based off of what he also assumes is genuine moans. his mouth hasnât even graced a pussy before, isnât that crazy?
those girls didnât want anything other than to feel his cock in them, though â letting him touch for a few seconds before insisting that was enough foreplay. hence why heâs never learned.
you, however, like to play with your food. over texts youâve been teasing the hell out of him, intent on finding out the limits of his desperation â and pleased to find there is none. he will genuinely do anything just to get a sliver of that pussy, and you only want him more because of it.
mingyu knows your expectations arenât exactly high, but he doesnât want to risk disappointing you so badly that you wonât sleep with him again. and if he can exceed your expectations, maybe youâd be open to being something more exclusiveâŚ.
heâs a romantic at heart, okay?
of course, he had to seek out his most trusted elders for advice.
two torturously long days later, mingyu receives your âon the wayâ text and is pushing wonwoo out the door within the next second.Â
âdonât be back until tonight, just in case.âÂ
âeh, you wonât last that long.â wonwoo shrugged. mingyu rolls his eyes, and wonwoo just slaps him on the back, pulling him into one of those side-hugs men do. âcondoms are in my bedside table.âÂ
with that, wonwoo takes his leave; off to a girlâs place, no doubt. mingyu doesnât really care to know. his mindâs pretty occupied with a girl of his own.Â
mingyu rushes into his best friendâs bedroom, kicking his bulky ass gamer chair out of the way and pulling out the top drawer of his bedside table. mingyu physically recoils at the pile of dildos and vibrators he finds instead, which wonwoo so graciously neglected to mention. slamming that one shut, he finds what heâs looking for in the second drawer. condoms.Â
âŚ.why are there so many? textured, warming, cooling, flavoured; how is he supposed to know which one youâd prefer?
after tossing the options over in his head (frantically panicking), mingyu settles on the box of strawberry flavoured condoms, grabbing out more than enough and stuffing them in his pocket.Â
he then stops by wonwooâs mirror, giving himself a once over. he went commando for obvious reasons, and his grey sweats already have a visible tent from how heâs half-hard just thinking about you. he already shaved everything in the shower, but he turns his head this way and that to make sure he didnât miss any spots. pulls his pants down to check the same for his crotch. he smells his breath, his armpits. decides to spritz on more cologne and chew on some gum.Â
then the doorbell rings.Â
like some dog waiting for its owner, mingyu bounds over and hastily unlocks the door.Â
there you are, in all your beauty â smiling sweetly in a little sundress (they always make men go crazy, for whatever reason).Â
mingyu stammers like an idiot as he attempts to greet you, blocking the doorway as his eyes flick up and down and all around your body, damn nearly drooling until you clear your throat.Â
âhey mingyu.â you coo, saccharine voice like honey and melting over his thoughts. âitâs nice to finally meet.âÂ
âyes, yes, of course.â he bumbles, finally stepping out of the way and letting you walk inside. he locks the door, gulping as he watches you inspect the place. how is he supposed to begin this? âdid you, uh.. want any water orââ
that sentence is lost on the tip of his tongue when your lips smother it. you catch mingyu completely off guard when you step into a kiss with him, leaving no room for questions when your tongue slips into his mouth. you back him into the closest surface, being his kitchen counter, without breaking your mouth from his.Â
mingyuâs quite good at kissing, since heâs got a lot of experience with that alone, but then not much for the after.Â
mingyu knows how to lick his tongue against yours and tilt his head for deeper access. knows where to put his hands, how to hold just tight enough to leave your skin buzzing. he knows to pull you in and press your chest flush against his, and heâs mindful enough to keep his pelvis angled away from you. how cute and polite of him. itâs almost like youâre not here for the sole reason of getting in those pants.Â
despite his best attempts, you rock your hips forward to meet his crotch, delighting at the solid rock you find there. mingyu muffles a noise into your mouth that youâre determined to hear out loud later. you roll your body into his again, brushing your front right up and gauging the outline of his cock.Â
heâs already proven that heâs not lying about his size but man, fuck⌠feeling it in real life just brings the shock right back. to think, heâs somehow also desperate as if this thing couldnât get him laid with ease?Â
itâs flattering, really â that he chose you amongst all the girls throwing themselves at him, when all you did was doubt and make fun of him.Â
mingyu finally succumbs to your ministrations and starts rocking his hips right back â tongue tasting every inch of your mouth as he grinds his length forward, nothing but the fabric of his pants and your dress to offer him friction. heâs so worked up that honestly, it could be enough to get him off. he can already feel his dick leaking into his sweats like heâs some virgin experiencing his first kiss.Â
before he can actually just cum his pants, you part with him â a line of spit connecting your mouths that you wipe off. mingyuâs already huffing, waiting for your next move. you smirk, turning on your heel and walking further into the place.Â
âwhich oneâs your room?â you call after him. he takes that as a hint to run up and show you to it.Â
mingyu can just barely hear your oohs and ahhs over the blood pumping like bass in his ears as he pushes his bedroom door open.
your fingers run along his shelves, eyes scanning his posters and the gym equipment scattered around the place. the picture of a dudeâs room.Â
âwhereâs your roommate?â you ask, perching on his bed.Â
mingyu swallows, willing his voice to come, a little speechless just at the sight of you sitting where he sleeps. âwonwoo? uh, heâs out.âÂ
you hum, nodding. âso we donât have to worry about your volume, then.âÂ
oh. you offer mingyu a grin and he just blanches. not yours, his volume. youâre not wrong though.. youâll probably have him hooting and hollering from just thumbing his tip.Â
you clear your throat, commanding his attention.Â
âare you gonna fuck me from there or..?âÂ
mingyu can feel his knees bending a little, on instinct from being flustered and wanting to shrink. you pat on the bed, just to gently guide him, and mingyu follows like a dog.Â
he chooses to sit beside you which makes you giggle. with a hand on the neck, thumb sitting above his thrumming pulse, you pull him in for a kiss. itâs startlingly tender, at least it begins so.Â
itâs not long at all until your impatience wins over and youâre licking into his mouth again, enticing little hums from mingyuâs throat. you swings your thighs over his as you climb into his lap, feeling his whole body tense as you sit right on the massive tent in his pants.Â
mingyu knows heâs fully hard, has been since you put your tongue in his mouth â but now you know it too. thereâs a bit of an astonished look in your eye, as if finally confirming some theory. yes, it really is that big. boners give him headaches and he wouldnât doubt that some of his back pain comes from lugging this big thing around all day.Â
even now, he can feel his head swimming from all the blood leaving to his lower half. you may leave him with a killer migraine from how hard heâs sure to cum, but itâll be more than worth it. and you can always make it up to him, maybeâŚ.
you grind down on him a few times, the wet patch on his sweats growing even worse; mingyu throwing his head back and just letting you.Â
a rough hand gripping the scruff of his hair gets his eyes to fly open, staring at you with wide eyes like heâs in trouble. under his watch, you roll your hips deliberately slow, letting mingyu feel every ridge down there, all the wetness dripping from yourâÂ
shit, youâre not wearing underwear. you giggle at his recognition, and mingyuâs hands fly out to grip your thighs. to slow you down or get you to speed up, he doesnât know. as long as you donât stop.Â
you make a show with your hand: cupping a breast through your dress, trailing your fingers down your torso before they find the hem of your skirt. you snicker at mingyuâs eyes following every little move, then raise the dress to reveal your bare pussy rutting against his cock â nothing but the thin fabric of his sweats separating you, soiled sticky with your shared arousal.Â
mingyu whines at the sight, his cock pulsing under you in tandem. you even look a bit startled at how much of it moved, practically halfway in you at this point.Â
to his dismay you shift back, sitting on his thighs and leaving his poor crotch empty. he doesnât get to pout for long though, since your hand leaves the dress to brush your knuckles against his length. mingyu shivers, a desperate noise leaving his mouth as your fingers dance over his cock. it throbs and jumps in response, and you giggle, continuing to just play with it. he can barely feel the warmth of your fingers through the fabric, and his hips cant upwards in chase of it.Â
âyouâre real pretty like this, mingyu.â you murmur, fingers softly making a plucking motion over his tip and watching him try to thrust up into it.Â
as a big ass dude, heâs never heard himself be called âprettyâ before, even by his mother but⌠the way his body reacts to that speaks for itself.Â
he canât even get out a âthanksâ, nothing but embarrassing whines leaving his mouth, even over the faintest stimulation youâre offering him.Â
âyouâll need to work to fit inside.â you tell him, and he nods, even though he doesnât even fully register what that means. âmingyu?âÂ
âyeah?â he huffs out, glossy eyes finding yours. you swoon over how much he looks like a puppy, especially with his open-mouth panting, and the fact that he wonât move unless you tell him to.Â
softness swells inside you and your fingers splay through his hair, combing through it gently. a contrast to your blunt words: âeat me out.âÂ
âoh,â he just says, mind lagging behind as the words sink in. âoh. yes, yeah. i can do that.âÂ
you huff in amusement, pushing off his lap and positioning yourself at the edge of the bed. âi would hope so..âÂ
mingyu follows your lead, sliding off the edge himself and sitting on the floor in front of you. you giggle at his commitment, spreading your legs and pulling the skirt up so your pussy is on full display for him.Â
saliva gathers in his mouth just looking at it, and he mentally runs through all of the advice jeonghan and joshua gave him.Â
leaning forward, mingyu starts out slow; leaving soft pecks on the skin of your thigh, listening to your breathing as he inches closer. he works up the courage to look up, holding your gaze as he gives a tentative lick.Â
you hum appreciatively, fingers finding his hair again, his lashes fluttering over how much he likes the feel of your hand there. mingyu dives in again, just licking for the sake of it â running his tongue through your folds and familiarising himself with your taste. he pulls a steady stream of hums from you, punctuated with a gasp when his tongue presses just right in a particular spot.Â
the clit, mingyu realises. he latches on so he doesnât lose it â lips closing around the bud and sucking. your back arches, fingers twisting in mingyuâs hair and causing a groan to rumble on your pussy.Â
while mingyu kinda knows what to do, he also kinda doesnât know what the fuck heâs doing, so he follows the noises above him as direction. he builds a rhythm, switching between quick flicks of his tongue and sucking your clit into his mouth. then, he gets curious: licking down to your hole, juices gushing onto his tongue as he buries it into you. you squeak, thighs clamping around his head, and mingyu uses both of his hands to pry them back open.Â
he fucks you on his tongue, trying his best to keep his eyes on you through how much theyâre rolling back into his head. he thinks heâs got the hang of this now â and so he drags his mouth back to your clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers. mingyu pistons them in and out, curls them up, and goes light-headed at all the gorgeous noises heâs pulling from your mouth.Â
youâre tight, such a tight fit it might hurt him when he goes in â so he can only imagine how much itâll hurt you.Â
on that thought, mingyu scissors his fingers, spreading you open and brushing against your g-spot as he does. his cock jumps in his sweats as you drag out a moan, fist close to ripping out his hair. mingyu adds a third finger, fucks you on them for a bit and listens to your moans in response before easing in a fourth. even all his fingers wonât compare to his entire size, but itâs all he has to prepare you enough.Â
for the first time maybe ever, mingyuâs certain that youâre close. your bodyâs practically vibrating: thighs tensing around his ears, pussy throbbing in his mouth and around his fingers.Â
mingyu locks in, keeping his hand and tongue steady to fuck and lick you through it â that is, until you just tear his face away.Â
he blinks, registering what just happened as you pull his hand out yourself. he blinks again, and suddenly youâre pulling him up by the shirt collar until heâs sat back on the bed.Â
you shove him, and mingyu falls on his back. one more blink and mingyuâs met with the image of you lowering your pussy onto his mouth.Â
you straddle mingyuâs face, grabbing hold of his hair as an anchor before you start to rocklike crazy. your dress covers his eyes, but heâs undeterred as his hands find your ass and push you further down, gladly presenting his tongue for you to use.Â
mingyu can hardly breathe, but heâd die happily if the last thing he hears is your moans as you ride your orgasm out on his face.Â
his scalp burns when your fingers twist impossibly tight, hips grinding onto him so hard that even his teeth ache â but then a fresh wave of slick is gushing onto his tongue, and mingyu knows that youâre cumming.Â
itâs all too much for him and his painfully erect cock, and before he can even register whatâs happening â mingyuâs stomach is lurching, cock spilling a hot load into his sweats.Â
you climb off him, looking unkempt and yet every bit still gorgeous. you tug mingyu by his neck into a kiss, feral and sloppy. teeth gnashing and tongues twisting. your chin sliding against his chin, covered in your cum and his own spit.Â
mingyuâs the one who breaks it off this time â as much as it pains him, he probably wouldâve suffocated on your tongue there with just how breathless heâs been since you unsaddled from him.Â
you notice, allowing him a moment to actually get some air back into his lungs as you kiss along his jaw and above his adamâs apple. it bobs as you leave a peck there.Â
turning your attention to the rest of his body, you tug on his shirt, and mingyu lifts his arms to let you pull it off. chest bare, you begin to ravage him, leaving your mark as you suck hickeys and nip bites at his honey skin. your tongue runs through the valley of his pecs and the ridges of his abs, stopped only by the band of his sweats. you pull back, eyes landing on the large stain in his pants, and your lips curl into a smirk.Â
âaw,â you pout. âiâm flattered.âÂ
you peel his waistband back, and mingyu takes the hint to raise his hips and let you pull these godforsaken sweats all the way down. he winces when his cock slaps against his stomach, sensitive and yet still fully hard.Â
you take a moment to just admire it, and mingyu gets progressively shy, pre beading at his tip like there isnât actual cum still covering his length.Â
you wrap gentle fingers around the base, smiling at how it jumps in your hand. what mingyu doesnât expect is for you to lean down, and press your lips against the head of his cock.Â
mingyu groans, so sensitive and yet so fucking good. you donât go too hard as you mouth at his tip, then darting your tongue out and running it down his length â licking up all the cum dripping down to his balls. you even leave a kiss on his sack, and he shivers, almost shutting his legs on instinct.Â
he giggles. âsorry, no oneâs everââ
âi could spend all day down here,â you tell him, eyes alight and smile beaming. you really do mean that and you want him to know it. âyouâve got more than enough for a girl to be grateful for.âÂ
mingyu shivers again as you leave an open-mouthed kiss on his cock, running your lips over his length, though heâs not sure if itâs because of that or because of your words.Â
âalmost didnât believe a man that looks like you could be so desperate, but now..â you press your thumb to his frenulum, revelling in the moan that rips from his chest. âwhat a lucky girl i am, huh?âÂ
âffuâshit, you mean iâm the lucky one,â mingyu manages to grit out. âhavenât been laid in forever.â
âsee now, i just canât believe that. well, i do, now that iâm actually touching youââ you squeeze his tip as if to make a point, and mingyu nearly thrashes from how much that just built his next orgasm. âguess weâll just have to make up for lost time, hm?âÂ
mingyu nods feverishly. you smile, so entirely endeared with him.Â
with how much of a package mingyu is (in more ways than one), you probably wouldâve still fucked him even if you found out he was lying about being pathetically bitchless. now, his good looks are just a bonus. youâre going to fuck him because youâre starting to feel quite fond of him.Â
âwhereâs your condoms?â you ask him, granting his poor cock some mercy and instead choosing to run your hands over his sweat-slick abs.Â
âer..â his mind blanks for a moment, too caught up on the fact that youâre really about to fuck him. âpants pocket.âÂ
you stand from the bed, kneeling down to reach into where you threw his pants on the floor. you arch a brow at mingyu, no doubt realising how heâs got an entire stash of condoms in there, but you donât mention it.Â
back on your feet, you shrug your dress off, revealing nothing but a bare, beautifully sculpted body beneath.Â
âwah..â mingyu unintentionally says out loud, just admiring you.Â
you roll your eyes, ripping the condom packet open with your teeth. âdonât cum before i even put it in.âÂ
âbetter hurry then..â he smiles, flashing his sharp canines.Â
itâs all fast movement from there: you slip the condom on mingyu, snickering a comment about how it took forever until it reached the base, and then you position yourself right above him.Â
mingyu holds his breath, expecting you to ease onto him â totally unprepared for you to just drop down.
mingyu body curls upwards like youâve just winded him, cursing like a sailor over your heat wrapped around him. he already knew itâd be like this, even with all the prep, but youâre so fucking tight. youâre just sitting there, not even moving, and yet your pussy is strangling the fucking life out of his cock.Â
heâs so caught up in trying not to cum prematurely that he forgets about your own discomfort. mingyu recollects himself, pressing a gentle palm to your back as he schools his shaky breathing.Â
âyou okay?â he wheezes out, eyes screwing shut at the pulse your pussy gives.Â
âmm.â you hum, offering no sign to fuss over, but that doesnât stop mingyu. holding your waist, he attempts to lift you off of him, but you cut that shit out immediately when you grind yourself forward on his cock. he keels over, head buried into your shoulder.Â
ââs a lot to take, but iâm fine, mingyu.â you reassure him, fingers playing with his hair since youâve realised how much he seems to like it. âare you okay?âÂ
he groans out, intending for that to be a yes. you giggle. âiâm going to move now, alright?â he repeats the groan noise in reply.Â
you plant both feet on either side of mingyu, balancing yourself with your hands holding his hair, and then you start to bounce. just slowly to start off, letting your pussy adjust to the massive ass cock spearing you open. you know that if you were to have inched down, your pussy wouldâve tried to push it out, so making mingyu fit meant just taking it all at once.Â
he currently looks like heâs the one that has to adjust to you, though.Â
mingyu lets out a stream of whimpers into your ear where his head is lolled onto your shoulder, just pliantly taking what youâre giving him. all of his brainpower is channelled into holding his cum back right now.Â
his effort is almost in vain when you speed up, bouncing so hard that his balls smack into your ass with each thrust onto him.Â
heâs moaning so loud he didnât even realise the desperate cries coming from your mouth too â dick twitching so violently he didnât even realise how much youâre pulsing around him.Â
mingyu pulls back, knowing heâll regret it if he spent the entire duration of sex with his face stuffed in your shoulder â his eyes captivated on where your bodies connect.Â
he canât find the strength in him to offer anything more than his hips stuttering up, attempting to meet each of your bounces on him. in and out, in and out, in andâÂ
âfuuuuucck,â mingyu drawls, eyes rolling so far back he catches a glimpse of his own brain.Â
you donât mention it as you quickly wipe some drool from the corner of his mouth, then gasp as you feel his cock spasm like a snapped rubber band. âshit, mingyu, are youââ
you donât get to ask and he doesnât get to answer before his orgasm slams into him like a bag of bricks. mingyuâs head lolls back, knuckles turning white where theyâre holding onto your waist for dear life, sure to leave bruises in their wake.Â
you fuck mingyu until youâre certain the condom must be flooded, and then you fuck yourself on him some more.Â
mingyuâs unintelligible at this point, hoarse voice almost unrecognisable as he can do nothing but moan through the sensitivity. itâs raw and god it hurts but you donât stop fucking him. he doesnât want you to either.Â
your bounces shift into rocking your hips on him, his spent cock rubbing deep and perfectly into your g-spot. your clit grinds on the skin of his groin with each movement, and before long youâre riding out a second orgasm on him.Â
mingyu takes it, long past his limit but loving every second of you just using him like a toy. he even tries his best to fuck up as youâre cumming, the sweet thing.Â
after the last wave of your orgasm gushes around his cock, you just lay boneless on mingyu â his body keeping you both propped upright as you catch your breaths and your trains of thought.Â
his large hand comes to caress your back. he winces when you pulse around him once more, his cock softening inside the spent condom.Â
âyou should probably take the condom off.â you mumble into his collarbone.Â
he hums, finger mindlessly drawing shapes onto your back.Â
âand put a new one on.â you add, leaving a peck on his jaw like what you said was nothing out of the ordinary.Â
âwait, what?âÂ
âwhat?â you eye him like heâs the one who said something crazy. âdid you think thatâs all i came for?â you continue, smile stretching across your face.Â
âuhâŚâ well, yeah. every other girl heâs been with was halfway out the door before he could even tie the condom up.Â
you kiss him, sweetly this time. a stark contrast to the sloppy, tongue filled make-outs you were having just minutes ago.Â
âunless you donât want this as much as youâve led me to believe..â you tease.Â
âfuck, i do, i do.â he confirms quickly. âjust⌠give me five minutes.â as if on command, his temple throbs with pain. âand some ibuprofen.âÂ
you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.
god, youâre going to wring all 12 inches of him dry.Â
...is this enough to ask if youâd like to go out sometime?
synopsis: your dating history had been nothing but bad sex and even worse goodbyes. he showed you a patience and certainty that silenced every doubt, proving that you werenât hard to love; youâd been loved by him all along.
wc: 10.5k
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content | oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, dom!mingyu, sub!reader, soft power play, heavy praise kink, multiple orgasms | best friends to lovers, swearing, fluff, aftercare.
authors note: iâve been wanting to post a mingyu fic for ages now, and as i was going through some of my older fics, this one gave me insane mingyu energy and i had no other choice but to rewrite it for him! this is a rewrite of my fic âtearsâ, and yes, the plot is based on the sabrina carpenter song! i hope that you all enjoy this as much as i do, and as always, please feel free to let me know what you think! âĄ
you werenât heartbroken; that wouldâve implied there was something left to break.
youâd been on dates.
enough of them to know when there wouldn't be a second one before the drinks even hit the table.
enough to hear the same compliments repeated back to you like a script.
enough to recognize the tone men used when they were trying to impress you without actually learning anything real.
youâd slept with some of them, too.
sometimes because you wanted to. sometimes because you were desperate for relief. sometimes just to prove to yourself that you could still feel something, even if it didnât last.
you werenât bitter. you didnât walk around openly hating men or rolling your eyes at every couple on the street.
you just didnât have it in you anymore.
the hope. the performance. the energy it took to pretend someoneâs bare minimum was enough.
so when you got home from yet another date that left you completely drained, you didnât even bother with the lights.
you left your bag by the door, kicked your shoes aside, and sank onto the kitchen floor with a box of cookies at your side.
you werenât heartbroken. you werenât even sad. it was quieter than that; almost like resignation.
maybe it wasnât that love never came; maybe it was that you were never the kind of person people stayed for.
being alone didnât scare you.
what scared you was how much work it always seemed to take to avoid it.
every man felt like a mirror you kept wiping down, but no matter how clean you made it, the image was never your own.
it was smudged with their ego, clouded by their expectations, and warped by the way they looked at you like you were a puzzle they were entitled to solve.
you were tired of carving yourself down. of softening your edges. of apologizing for being too much or not enough.
tired of folding yourself smaller and smaller until there was nothing left of you at all, except whatever version might finally be enough to make someone stay.
your phone buzzed against the counter, a small sound that cut through the stillness and broke the spiral of your thoughts.
you kept your focus on the cookies in your lap, thumb working over the cardboard as though the solution to all of your problems might appear if you traced it long enough.
until it buzzed again. then again. and again.
you let out a weary sigh and reached for the phone, answering blindly, not bothering to see who it was before lifting it to your ear.
mostly because you already knew who was on the other end of the line.
âhi,â you said, voice low and a little scratchy from disuse.
âyou sound like shit,â mingyu replied, warm and easy.
you smiled without meaning to. âthanks.â
fabric shifted on his end, a soft thud like he was throwing himself deeper into a couch.
âyou didnât text me today,â he spoke, not accusing, just noticing.
âmm,â you agreed quietly. âdidnât really feel like it.â
a quiet hum of understanding slipped out before his voice turned lighter. âhold on. didnât you have that date tonight? with moustache guy?â
you shut your eyes. âunfortunately.â
âsoâŚhow bad was it?â he asked, already seeming to know the answer.
your head tipped back against the cupboard, the cool surface steadying you for a moment. âhe called me dramatic,â you muttered, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
âouch.â he made the sound like a real wince. âwhatâd you do, insult his shirt?â
despite yourself, you let out a small laugh. âno. i just didnât want to sleep with him.â
the quiet that followed was brief, but you felt it; he was biting back his first thought and thinking of something more appropriate to say.
âah,â he said finally, voice dry. âgod forbid you make a decision about your own body.â
you snorted, the sound sharp in your throat. âright? how dare i.â
âso you blocked him?â he asked, though it sounded more like certainty than a question.
âwhile he was walking me home,â you admitted, reaching into the box for another stale cookie.
his laugh rolled through the receiver, low and warm. âbrutal and efficientâŚi respect it.â
the sound pulled a laugh out of you too, small and worn around the edges, before it faded back into quiet.
his voice softened in the pause. âyou doing okay, though?â
you hesitated, not because you didnât want to tell him, but because you couldnât figure out how to shape the heaviness in your chest into words.
âiâm tired,â you said at last, the words too small for what you actually meant. ânot just tonight, though. itâs the kind of tired that sleep doesnât fix.â
âmm,â his agreement was soft, a sound that told you he knew exactly what that felt like, and that heâd been there more times than he could count.
his breathing stayed steady in your ear, present in a way that made the silence feel less empty.
âhow did you even know it went badly?â the question slipped out before you could stop it.
âbecause you picked up,â he answered simply, as if that explained everything.
you frowned at the ceiling, not satisfied. âthat doesnât even make sense.â
there was movement on his end again, the soft rustle of fabric and a dull thud in the background, though his voice never faltered.
âyou never pick up during good dates,â he reasoned. a pause stretched, just long enough for the smile in his voice to be obvious. ânot that youâve ever actually had one.â
your mouth fell open, half offended, half amused. âyou are such an asshole.â
âtell me iâm wrong,â the grin in his voice was obvious, even without seeing his face.
you opened your mouth, ready to argue, but nothing came out. you knew he was right.
âyeah. thatâs what i thought,â he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
âyouâre insufferable,â you muttered.
âand correct,â he shot back without missing a beat, the faint shuffle of noise still bleeding through the line.
you squinted, suspicion tugging. âseriously, what are you doing? it sounds like youâre losing a fight with your furniture.â
âiâm coming over,â he said easily, the kind of casual certainty that came from years of getting away with it.
âgyuââ you started, fully ready to argue with him.
âdonât even start,â he cut in. âyouâre not winning this one.â
âyou donât have to come,â you mumbled, curling tighter on the kitchen floor. âmy apartment is a disaster, and i look like iâve been hit by a bus.â
âcool,â he said, not missing a beat. âand?â
you blinked. âand i donât want you to see me like this?â
his laugh slipped through, low and amused. âplease. iâve seen worse. like that night you got super wasted, missed the bathroom stall completely, and made me hold your hair while you cried into the toilet about how you were âtoo pretty to suffer like this.ââ
you let out a dramatic groan, dragging your palm down your face. âyou swore youâd never bring that up again.â
âi lied,â he said, sounding far too pleased with himself. âmessy hair and a graveyard of takeout boxes donât even crack your top ten. iâve watched you full-body sob during tangled.â
âthat was emotional,â you defended.
âit was,â he agreed easily. âyour eyes were swollen for hours afterwards.â
âyouâre actually unbearable,â you muttered.
âmaybe,â he said lightly, âbut iâm still coming over. you donât get to argue with me about it, either. iâm already out of the house.â
you shook your head, pressing the phone tighter to your ear. âthis feels like harassment.â
his laugh came easy, smug enough to make your chest tighten in spite of yourself. âyeah, yeah. file a complaint when i get there. iâll see you in ten.â
he ended the call before you could get another word in.
you stayed on the floor a little longer, the kitchen tiles cool against your legs.
your bra strap had slipped down your arm, the dress from earlier felt too tight, and the lingering scent of ramen from your date was starting to make your stomach turn.
eventually, you peeled yourself off of the floor and padded toward your bedroom, tugging at zippers and straps as you walked.
you made it to your room without bothering to flick on the light.
the soft outline of mingyuâs hoodie was easy to spot in the dark, still draped over your desk chair like it had been waiting for you.
you slipped it on and tugged a pair of cotton shorts from the drawer without bothering to check which ones they were.
you were already turning back towards the kitchen before youâd fully registered the choice; like your body had already decided for you.
the only light came from the lamp in the living room and the soft glow above the stove, casting a dim warmth over the mess you said youâd clean hours ago.
piled up boxes. dirty dishes. the garbage you should have changed yesterday.
none of it was catastrophic; just enough to be annoying.
you lingered in the doorway, taking it all in. like maybe, if you stared hard enough, the mess would clean itself.
you thought about moving. picking up a box, rinsing a dish, doing the bare minimum to prove that you weren't completely useless.
you stood there long enough to accept it wasn't going to happen.
you couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic it all felt.
it was a five minute job at best, yet you still allowed yourself to sink back down to the floor, because avoidance had always came easier than effort.
the apartment was quiet for all of thirty seconds before his voice crashed through it, loud and certain, like heâd been waiting for the perfect moment to make an entrance.
âyo,â mingyu called out. âsorry iâm lateâtraffic was actual hell, and your street is like a one-way to satan. also,â he paused, mostly for dramatic effect, âi brought some noodles and that weird mango drink you like. worship me accordingly.â
you leaned off the cupboards to glance toward the entrance. âyouâre not late,â you said flatly. âi told you not to come.â
âand yet,â he replied, already kicking off his shoes. âhere i am.â
he crouched down to fix them; heel to toe, perfectly aligned with yours like it was second nature.
it was just shoes. nothing more.
except most men youâd gone out with wouldâve kicked them halfway across the floor, expecting you to deal with it later.
the care he gave to something so small shouldnât have meant anything, but the heat that flickered low in your stomach said otherwise.
you dismissed it just as quickly as it came, telling yourself it was just the bad date making scraps of effort look bigger than they actually were.
with a groan, you tipped onto your back, landing against the tile with a quiet thud. one arm draped across your eyes, the other one splayed out like youâd officially given up. âgod, you're annoying.â
âlove you too,â he muttered, easing the bags onto the counter, careful not to knock over the leaning tower of unopened mail.
he turned and pulled the fridge open with one hand, already bracing himself. âwow. shredded cheese, expired oat milk, andâŚranch? youâve really outdone yourself.â
âoh my god,â you peeked out from under your arm to glare at him. âi literally had ramen earlier.â
he glanced at the takeout container still sitting on the counter; unopened and untouched.
âthat from your date?â he asked, already tugging off the lid. âwhat, was the guyâs moustache so gross you lost your appetite?â
âcan you not,â you sighed, laughter sneaking into your voice despite your best efforts.
he barely reacted. âyou didnât even eat this. the broth has a film.â
you rolled your eyes, not even bothering to argue. âstop inspecting my trash like a raccoon.â
âstop living like a raccoon,â he shot back. âand sit up. this is getting depressing.â
âno,â you said. âmaybe i like the floor.â
âmy bad,â he said, stepping over you without hesitation. âiâll leave you two alone, then.â
he picked up your container of ramen you'd abandoned on the counter, emptied the broth into the sink, and scraped the noodles into the trash.
there was no hesitation. no second thought.
only quick, deliberate movements carried out with the kind of ease that came from knowing exactly what needed to be done.
if it were up to you, the container would have gone straight into the trash, broth and all.
yet for some reason, it stayed in his hands.
he held it under the stream of hot water, and watched it spill over the sides until the cloudy film began to dissolve. he made it look so natural, as if rinsing it had always been the obvious choice.
without breaking his rhythm, he crouched down and tugged open the cabinet beneath the sink. his hand slipped inside, bypassing the clutter you usually shoved in there, until his palm landed on the caddy tucked against the wall.
he didnât fumble or search. his fingers closed around the sponge instantly as he pulled it free in one smooth motion.
you stayed frozen on the floor, eyes locked on the way he worked it over the container.
the water slid over his veins as if it had chosen that path on purpose, dragging your gaze there and daring you to keep staring.
every drop seemed designed to make you notice the strength in his hands and each flex of his fingers, until you couldnât stop imagining what else they could do if they turned their attention towards you instead.
before you could spiral any further, he rinsed the last of the bubbles away and placed the container neatly into the drying rack, never once glancing in your direction.
he wasnât doing it for praise. he wasnât trying to make a point, either.
he simply noticed what needed to be done, and instead of judging you or making you feel guilty for letting it sit, he took care of it himself without needing a single thank you.
it shouldnât have made your stomach drop. it shouldnât have made your mouth go dry.
yet the heat was already there, rushing low until you felt the dampness pool against the cotton of your shorts.
you pressed your thighs together, trying to convince yourself it wasnât as obvious as it felt, but there was no denying it.
your body didnât care about the logic. it only cared about the way his hands moved, sure and unbothered, as if caring for the mess youâd left behind came easier to him than just leaving it.
your eyes followed him as he moved towards the garbage. he gathered the bag in his hands, twisting it into a knot with an easy strength that made his forearms flex, his muscles shifting with every pull.
it was quick and efficient; the kind of movement that never asked to be noticed.
he placed it by the door, not just to move it out of the way, but with the unspoken intention of taking it out later. the kind of small, thoughtless promise no one else had ever made you.
when he stepped back into the room, you told yourself he had to be finished by now, though every part of you already knew he wasnât.
the fabric of his sweats pulled tightly across his thighs as he crouched again, reaching for the cabinet.
a new bag rustled open in his hands, his fingers working with quiet certainty as he slipped it into the bin. each edge was pressed down carefully, tucked into place until it held exactly the way you liked it.
a task that shouldâve looked mundane somehow carried weight in his hands. your pulse climbed in uneven beats, chest tight, as if the air in the room had turned heavier just because he was in it.
there was nothing seductive in what he did, yet every precise movement drew the heat higher until your body responded as though heâd touched you directly.
too many bad dates had taught you to not expect this kind of care.
you were used to men who thought effort stopped at sending a text, and who never lifted a finger unless it benefited them.
the guy from tonight hadn't even bothered to hold the door open for you, so the thought of him replacing a garbage bag was almost laughable.
most men had always treated care as an obligation; something only performed because they felt they had to.
with mingyu, it was instinct; as natural as his next breath.
something in you gave way the longer you watched him.
it became too easy to let your mind wander, to twist the steady rhythm of his hands into something else; something meant just for you.
suddenly, his hands werenât cleaning anymore. they were gripping your hips, sliding lower until his fingers pressed between your thighs, stroking through the damp heat heâd already put there without even trying.
you could almost feel them pushing inside, filling you with the same easy certainty he carried into every small thing he did.
the realization of what youâd just imagined made your eyes snap shut, mortified at your own mind and yet powerless against the pulse it left thrumming through you.
by the time you found the courage to open them again, he was drying his palms against his sweats, shoulders rolling back as if heâd just wrapped up a shift.
âalright,â he said, stretching with a groan, joints popping as his hoodie slid higher. âtime to get up, princess.â
you didnât budge. your cheek stayed pressed to the tile, knees pulled in close, hair half-in your face.
he tipped his head at you. âhello? earth to y/n.â
you blinked. âwhat?â
âi said itâs time to get up,â he repeated, flat like it was obvious. âweâre not eating dinner with you laid out like a crime scene.â
âiâm fine here,â you muttered into your arm.
he gave your hip a light kick with his socked foot. âi know i look sexy doing dishes,â he smirked, already catching the eye roll you tried to hide. âbut come on. pull it together.â
your head tipped just enough to glare at him. âyouâre delusional.â
âand youâre dramatic,â he shot back without missing a beat, crouching just enough to extend his hand toward you. ânow get up before i drag you to the couch myself.â
your lips twitched, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of a smile. âiâd like to see you try,â you mumbled, even as your hand slipped into his.
he tugged you up in one smooth pull, steadying you with a hand at your back until your feet found the floor again.
the touch was brief, casual, but your skin still burned under it.
you shook him off a little too quickly, ducking your head like maybe he wouldnât notice. his brows lifted anyway, but he let it slide.
âcome on,â he said, already reaching for the takeout bags on the counter. âi didnât bring all of this food over just so you could mope on the floor.â
you trailed him into the living room, trying not to stare at the way his shoulders shifted under his hoodie as he carried the takeout.
he collapsed onto the couch, bags spread across the table like he owned the place.
you hovered for a beat before sitting beside him, close but not too close, hoping he wouldnât feel the heat radiating off of your body.
âso,â he started, tearing open the first container, âsoonyoung threw a tantrum when i told him you werenât coming to rehearsal today.â
your lips tugged at one corner. âdefine tantrum.â
âlikeâŚfully rolling on the floor,â he said, chopsticks already clicking into place. âclaimed he couldnât get through practice without his number one fan watching.â
âsounds about right.â you said, easily picturing his dramatics in your head.
âseungkwan even backed him up,â he went on. âgot all serious about how youâre âthe glue that holds us together.ââ he mimed quotes in the air, rolling his eyes.
your laugh slipped out before you could stop it.
he turned his head upon hearing the sound, like heâd been waiting for it, then reached for another container. the lid snapped open, steam spilling up between you.
âtheyâre ridiculous.â you said, shaking your head.
âit gets worse,â he assured, âseokmin told everyone in the studio that you were cheating on him.â he said casually, as if it wasnât the wildest thing to say.
your brows shot up. âcheating? he and i arenât evenââ you cut yourself off with a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head again. âmy god, heâs actually insane.â
mingyuâs smirk tilted, like he wanted to say more, but he just went back to portioning noodles.
you watched him work. how his hands moved quick and precise without thought. the crease in his brow when the chopsticks slipped.
the way his shoulder brushed yours when he reached for another box, like he didnât even register the contact.
even if he didnât, it still left you warm and restless, your shorts clinging tighter as your pulse tripping over itself.
you forced yourself still, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach, hoping he couldnât read what was written all over your body.
without any warning, he slid the plate onto your lap, already reaching for another.
you glanced down ready to thank him, only to freeze.
every bite was exactly what you liked; no stray toppings, no sides bleeding into each other. even the noodles sat neat, twisted in their own space like heâd portioned them with care.
your brows furrowed. âwaitâŚthis is for me?â
âyeah?â his tone was flat, chopsticks already busy over his own plate.
âno, butâyou separated everything.â you gestured vaguely at the plate, thrown. ânone of the foodâs even touching.â
he shrugged like it wasnât worth noticing. âyeah. you hate it when it does.â
your mouth opened, stalled. âsince when do youââ
âsince always.â his smirk tugged faint, eyes still on the food. âi just pay attention. relax, itâs not that deep.â
you sat there, pulse loud in your ears, trying to pretend it wasnât.
your shorts clung even tighter when you shifted, and the heat crawling up your neck made the plate almost too warm to balance on your lap.
by the time he leaned back with his own food, your eyes still hadnât left him once.
his brows drew together, catching it instantly. âwhat?â
you blinked, caught off guard. âwhat?â
âyouâre staring,â he said, chopsticks frozen midair like heâd caught you red-handed.
âam not,â you muttered, keeping your eyes locked on the plate in your lap.
âare too,â he shot back, smirk tugging as his chopsticks hovered. âseriously, whatâs your deal?â
you shifted slightly, tugging your knees in closer as the words spilled out before you could catch them. âyouâre justâŚway too thoughtful.â
he blinked, deadpan. âthatâs a crime now?â
âno, itâsââ you waved a hand at the table, trying to find the words. âyou cleaned, you set everything up, you made my plate exactly right without even askingââ
he glanced up mid-bite, chopsticks pausing. âuh-huh.â
âand you didnât even hesitate, you justââ your voice pitched higher, flustered. âyou just did it, like it was nothingââ
he reached for his bottle of water, lifting it toward his mouth, eyes narrowing with a half-smile. âbecause it is nothing.â
âitâs not nothing, gyu!â you shot back, heat crawling up your neck. âitâsâitâs hot, okay?â
he choked mid-sip, coughing and laughing all at once, nearly spraying water across the table as his shoulders shook.
at the same time, you slapped your hand over your mouth, instantly mortified. âoh my god.â
he was still coughing through a laugh, sleeve dragging across his mouth as his grin broke wide. âhot?â his voice cracked, half-raspy. âyou think me scrubbing your dishes is hot?â
ânope,â you blurted through your hand. âyouâre hearing things.â
his eyes lit like heâd just been handed blackmail material for life. âunbelievable. years of friendship, and this is how i find out your kink isâŚchoreplay?â
âshut up,â you groaned, dragging your hands down your face.
âno fucking way,â his hand patted at his sweats like he was checking his pockets. âwhereâs my phone? the boys have to hear thisââ
your stomach dropped, panic snapping through you. âdonât you dare.â
his grin only widened, his hands now patting down the front pocket of his hoodie like he was already halfway to victory. âoh, i definitely dare.â
you scrambled to shove your plate onto the coffee table, causing the chopsticks to clatter against porcelain in your rush. ânope. no. absolutely notââ
heâd barely gotten his fingers inside of his pocket before you launched yourself across the couch, tackling him sideways into the cushions.
he landed flat on his back with a thud, and you climbed over him, straddling his hips while reaching desperately for his hoodie pocket.
âthis is an invasion of privacy!â he gasped, twisting under you, but his laugh broke through every word.
âyou donât need privacy!â you shot back, breathless, hair falling in your face. âyou need to shut up!â
his free hand darted to your side, fingers digging right into the spot he knew would make you squeal.
you squirmed against him, shrieking through your laughter. âstop, you asshole!â
he was laughing so hard his voice cracked, words tumbling out between breaths. âyou picked the fightâiâm just defending myself!â
you finally slipped your hand into his pocket and yanked his phone free.
âmine!â you yelled triumphantly as you tossed it gently onto the carpet, way out of reach.
he burst out laughing, head sinking back into the cushion, chest shaking under you. âunreal,â he wheezed, grin splitting wide. âyou just committed straight-up theft.â
âit was self-defense,â you corrected, still straddling his hips as you tried to hold him down. âyou were about to ruin my life.â
his hands came up half-heartedly, bracing against your thighs as his laugh cracked again.
âyou literally said i was hot when all i did was rinse a bowlââ he bucked his hips just enough to throw you off balance, making you squeal. âimagine if i started mopping the floors.â
âstop talking.â you slapped your hand over his mouth, desperate to stop the teasing.
he looked at you with mock innocence, then dragged his tongue across your palm.
you yanked it back with a yelp. âgross!â
he laughed so hard it broke into hiccups, chest still shaking.
your forehead pressed into his hoodie, both of you still caught in the aftershock of laughter.
the sound trailed off in little bursts, until it faded completely. silence settled around you, thicker than it had any right to be.
you lifted your head without meaning to, hair falling forward, your fists still bunched in the fabric of his hoodie.
he was right there; flat on his back, smile softening into something slower that tugged at your ribs.
the awareness of it all seeped in slowly, until every place your body touched his became impossible to ignore.
your thighs hugged his sides. your hips were pressed flush against his. his palms rested warm and steady on your bare legs, fingers splayed like he didnât trust himself to move.
your faces hovered only inches apart from one another, the remnants of his grin fading as the air thickened between you.
the echo of laughter still hummed in your chest, but it was drowned beneath the heavy thud of your heartbeat.
the ache youâd been pushing down all night came rushing back, hot and relentless, flooding every nerve until there was no disguising it.
every slight shift of your hips made it worse. your slick heat pressed directly against him; betraying just how badly you wanted more.
his eyes held yours, steady and certain, as if he could read every thought you were trying to bury.
a quick flicker down to your lips slipped past his control; small enough to deny, but impossible for you to miss.
the second his gaze lifted to yours again, the tension snapped.
you closed the gap in a rush, kissing him with all the want youâd been choking down.
he answered immediately, almost as if heâd been holding back just as much. the kiss was deep from the start, his mouth moving against yours with a kind of certainty that stole your breath.
his palm skimmed up your bare thigh until it fit at your waist, while his other hand curled behind your neck, coaxing you closer, unable to bear an inch of distance.
the pressure of his hands anchored you as he shifted beneath you, pushing up from the cushions until he was sitting.
the movement never broke the kiss; it only dragged you closer, chest to chest, your legs tightening instinctively around his hips.
his mouth worked over yours hungrily, lips parting like he couldnât get enough. you clutched at his hoodie, fingers knotted tightly in the fabric, pulling harder to erase whatever little space remained.
every brush of his mouth made your pulse spike harder. every drag of his lips left your lungs aching, but neither of you were willing to stop long enough to breathe.
his lips moved against yours like he already knew every secret youâd been hiding. each shift was deliberate, practiced without practice, pulling raw sounds out of you before you even realized you were making them.
his hand left the back of your neck first, dragging slowly over your skin before slipping down to join the other at your waist.
his hands slipped lower in a slow drag, following the natural curve of your body until both palms curved around your ass, pressing you down against the growing buldge in his sweatpants.
the press of him right against your center dragged a moan from your throat before you could stop it, hips rolling down on instinct, desperate to feel more of the friction youâd been aching for all night.
âbreathe,â he murmured against your mouth, voice steady even through his own ragged breath. âiâve got you.â
your hips rolled again before you could stop them, chasing more of the thick heat beneath his sweats. the noise he made vibrated through your chest, deep and broken, sending sparks racing down your spine.
you clenched around nothing, thighs tightening at his sides, every nerve screaming for more.
âgyu,â you whispered, voice trembling. âplease.â
his thumb brushed slowly over your side through your hoodie, grounding you even as his mouth swallowed your plea.
âi hear you,â he said, rough and certain. âbut weâre not doing this here. not on a couch.â
the protest tangled with want on your tongue, but you gave a shaky nod. âokay,â you breathed.
his grip tightened, both hands already firm at your ass, and in one motion, you were lifted off the couch.
your legs wrapped around his waist before you even thought about it, a startled laugh breaking from your chest as his mouth chased yours again.
he carried you like heâd done it a thousand times, steady even with your legs locked tight around him.
your back met the mattress before you even realized you had made it to your bedroom, the mattress dipping under your shared weight as he laid you down without once breaking the kiss.
he hovered above you, his weight balanced on one arm, while his other hand found your jaw. his thumb traced lightly along your skin as his eyes searched yours. âstill with me?â
âstill with you,â you whispered.
he brushed a strand of hair away from your lips, fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary before adjusting the pillow under your head.
he caught the details no one else ever did; every small adjustment only served as proof that he knew exactly what you needed before you said a word.
his hand drifted lower again, pausing at the hem of your hoodie. âcan i?â he asked, eyes locked on yours.
âplease,â you breathed, the word spilling out before you could catch it.
he pulled the hoodie over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you in nothing but your bra and shorts.
the air hit cool against your skin, though it was nothing compared to his stare, heavy with years of memorizing every detail; knowing you in ways no one else ever had.
âfuck,â he murmured as his hand lifted to your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. âyouâre so beautiful.â
your breath hitched, chest pressing up into his. heat rushed over your skin, your body giving you away as your hips shifted closer, chasing him without thought.
his lips moved with purpose, each kiss a quiet claim as he trailed them along your jaw, across your cheek, down the line of your throat, and back up to your lips.
his mouth traced you in reverence, each touch tugging another tremor loose, stoking the ache already clawing at you.
his hands followed the same rhythm, palms sliding over your sides, dragging heat everywhere they lingered.
he touched you like he already knew what your body was asking for; steady where you needed grounding, firmer where you were aching for pressure.
he moved with purpose, mapping you in ways that left no part of you untouched, and no ache unanswered.
your fingers slipped to the hem of his hoodie, tugging at it clumsily, more desperate than precise. you werenât subtle about it, trying to work it up his torso without breaking the kiss.
his mouth curved against yours in a half-laugh, half-groan. âyou know you can just ask, right?â he murmured, amused even through the rasp of his breath.
you rolled your eyes, breath catching anyway. âjust take it off,â you whispered, impatience clear in your voice.
he rocked back onto on his heels, and tugged the hoodie off in one smooth pull. the shirt beneath stretched across his shoulders, while his sweats slouched low on his hips like an invitation.
your gaze slipped down, dragging his with it, until you were both staring at the obvious wet mark stamped across his lap.
your stomach flipped, eyes flying wide before you could stop them. his laugh cracked out, caught somewhere between disbelief and delight.
âwow,â he said, brows shooting up. âi rinse one bowl and you baptize my pants?â
you slapped a hand over your mouth, laughter already breaking through. âoh my godâno! that is not from me!â
his grin only widened, mischief written all over it. âno? so what, i pissed myself?â
you let out a choked laugh, shoulders shaking. âmaybe you did!â
he leaned closer, laughter still shaking out of him, his hands warm and steady at your hips. âmm. want me to check your shorts, just to be sure?â
you shifted in his grip, laughing helplessly even as your face burned. âabsolutely not!â
his grin turned smug, laughter still ghosting in his voice. âthatâs what i thought.â his thumbs pressed deeper into your hips, steady and sure. âguess initiative really does go a long way, huh?â
you rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. âapparently.â
he hummed, pleased, leaning in closer until his nose brushed yours. âgood answer,â he mumbled.
his mouth found yours again, the trace of a smile still there, though it melted quickly into something hungrier.
his knee slid between your thighs, nudging them a little further apart, while his hands tightened at your hips, keeping you close.
you gasped into him, the sound breaking into a whimper when he angled himself lower, kissing along your jaw.
âthere she is,â he murmured, voice brushing warm against your pulse before his lips dragged down your neck.
your breath caught as your hands slipped to his chest, sliding lower, reaching for the hem of his shirt. he caught your wrists easily, pressing a soft kiss into your open palm.
ânot yet,â he whispered, steady and certain. âthis is about you.â
his mouth trailed down slowly, lingering against your collarbone before sinking down the curve between your breasts.
his lips lingered like he had all the time in the world, and every deliberate pause only made your need claw harder, trembling for the next touch.
he knew exactly what you needed without you ever having to say it.
he caught it in the way your legs tightened, in the way your hips tipped towards him, in the twitch of your hands gripping the sheets.
he noticed everything, always had, and now he was using it to unravel you piece by piece.
âiâve been dreaming about this for so long,â he breathed against the lace of your bra, voice low like he almost couldnât believe you were real.
his hand slid beneath you, guiding your back into a soft arch. the clasp of your bra gave way under his fingers like it had been waiting for him, undone without him ever breaking from your skin.
the straps slipped down your shoulders, one after the other, and his mouth followed their path in slow devotion.
every new inch of bare skin was met with his lips, each kiss a quiet vow that nothing about you would be left unseen. he traced you with patience, as though to prove that you were worth memorizing in full.
his lips found the swell of your breast, his hands steadying you against the tremor of your own breath.
his lips lingered wherever they touched, tracing the faint lines that marked your skin as though they were meant to be cherished, never concealed.
âso beautiful,â he said, voice quiet but unshakably sure, like the words had been waiting years to fall out of him. âevery inch of you.â
his tongue flicked over your nipple and the moan that tore from you was answered instantly by his own; muffled against your breast, like the taste of you undid him as much as his touch wrecked you.
your thighs shifted restlessly, helpless in their search for relief.
âyouâre already trembling,â he breathed, kissing down over your ribs, following the soft curve beneath your breast. âand iâve hardly even touched you.â
your voice broke apart on his name. âgyuââ
he didnât look up, lips still moving like prayer, heat spilling across your skin. âno oneâs ever touched you like this, have they?â
the truth of it broke you open, unraveling you from the inside out. your breath faltered, stuttered, until it was nothing but gasps and moans, your hips tilting into his hands without thought.
âiââ the attempt at words dissolved into moans, âfuckâoh my godââ
his palms slid down, fingers tracing the edge of your shorts, stopping just above where you needed him most.
âyeah,â he said, already knowing the proof had been in your body all along. âi figured.â
instead of giving in right away, he bent to your waist, his lips dragging heat over the skin just above your shorts.
âthey never earned this,â he said, voice quiet but edged with conviction. ânever learned you like this.â
âoh god,â the sound tore out of you, thin and desperate, your fingers curling around his wrist with no strength behind them.
he took your weak hold as encouragement, not resistance.
âthey didnât take their time,â he whispered, lips tracing slowly over the softness of your stomach. âdidnât listen.â
your fingers found his hair, tugging softly, guiding him closer without words.
âp-please,â you pleaded, the word breaking before it even left your throat.
his head lifted just enough to meet your eyes, steadying you in an instant.
âoh, baby,â his voice softened as one hand left your waist, reaching for the pillow beside you.
he slid it close, eyes never leaving yours. âlift up for me, princess,â he coaxed gently. âjust a little.â
you obeyed, lifting just enough for him to slide the pillow breath you. his hands adjusted it with care, easing your hips down until he was sure you were comfortable.
âthere we go,â he muttered, brushing his thumb over your skin. âthatâs better.â
his thumb traced idle circles at your hip, grounding you while the other hand slid lower. when his fingers brushed the band of your shorts, he lifted his gaze, catching yours with a question he didnât need to voice.
the quiet in his eyes made your chest ache; knowing he would wait if you asked him to. your body answered before your words could, hips tilting up in silent permission.
his lips tugged into a soft smile, eyes fixed on you as he drew the fabric down.
he shifted your shorts and underwear down slowly, guiding the fabric over your hips with deliberate care; every motion unhurried, every detail handled with care.
he gently lifted your leg, his hand steady at your calf. his lips pressed to your ankle first, soft and lingering, before traveling upward in slow succession.
each kiss trailed higher â the curve of your calf, the dip at your knee, the inside of your thigh â like he was intent on worshipping every step closer to where you ached for him most.
your nails dug into the sheets as his palms splayed over your thighs, easing them apart.
âbreathe for me, sweetheart,â his voice was strained, as if he was holding himself back just to guide you. âjust breathe.â
your body obeyed his words before your mind could, chest lifting with a shaky breath.
he didnât let you finish it.
his mouth found you the next second; no hesitation, no warning. just him, warm and certain, like heâd been holding back only for as long as you could bear.
the pillow lifted you right into his mouth, every inch of you exposed to the slow drag of his tongue. his mouth worked with a patience that burned, each movement a vow to remember every detail of you.
your fingers threaded into his hair, desperate for something to hold on to.
âoh myâfuckââ the words tore out half-formed before collapsing into a moan you couldnât contain.
he groaned in response, the sound reverberating against you as his grip tightened on your thighs, steadying you when your body tried to jolt away.
the way he moved against you was unhurried, and devastating in its precision. every swipe of his tongue felt like he already knew what would break you apart.
your chest heaved, breath shattering into pieces. you tightened your grip in his hair, dragging him closer without thinking.
he let you guide him, humming low like the taste of you was everything heâd ever wanted.
heat rushed through your stomach, twisting tighter with every pass of his mouth.
you were soaked. aching. unraveling with every second he stayed between your thighs.
âfeels so goodââ you choked out, hand fisting in the sheets now. âi canâtâitâsâgyu.â
he paused just long enough to glance up at you, eyes dark and blown wide with need. âyouâre doing so fucking good for me, baby.â he praised, voice filled with honesty.
he found you again without pause, urgency written in every motion. his lips tightened over you, his tongue pushing deeper than before.
your head tipped back, voice spilling out like prayer. âdonâtâplease donâtâdonât stopâplease.â
another groan broke free from his mouth, vibrating through your every nerve.
pleasure ripped through you so fast it stole the air from your lungs, leaving you clinging to him as though he was the only thing keeping you tethered.
âthatâs it,â he whispered against you, voice low, almost reverent. âlet it happen, baby.â
your thighs quivered around his shoulders, hips twisting helplessly.
his hold only tightened, dragging you deeper into every surge of pleasure until you had no other choice but to give in.
âgyuâfuck,â you gasped, tears stinging from the intensity of it all.
he slowed his pace, pressing soothing kisses as his thumbs circled your skin.
âthatâs it, sweetheart,â he murmured. âyou did so good for me.â
your chest heaved, lungs struggling to catch up with the aftershock.
when his gaze lifted, the change was immediate; eyes softening on sight, like tasting you had only deepened the reverence already written into him.
your lungs were still searching for air when he started climbing back up your body, mouth brushing every inch along the way.
your thigh. your stomach. the underside of your breast. your collarbone.
each kiss softer than the last, like he was pulling you back into yourself piece by piece.
by the time he found your mouth, you were already leaning into him, reaching before you realized it.
his lips lingered, smiling faintly against yours. âfelt good, huh, beautiful girl?â
a broken laugh slipped out, shaky as you tried to catch your breath. âgood?â you asked, head shaking in disbelief. âgyu, no oneâs everââ you paused, voice breaking, ânot like that.â
his grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, soft but smug, like he couldnât help himself.
âyeah?â he teased gently, eyes searching yours. âthatâs because they were all idiots.â
he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before kissing the corner of your mouth. âyou deserve more than theyâll ever know how to give.â
his words sank deep, leaving you trembling all over again. you tried to laugh, but it broke halfway when his lips caught yours, sealing the truth of his words right into you.
what began tender turned restless in seconds.
his mouth moved against yours, only you couldnât help but deepen it, chasing him like you couldnât get close enough.
his chest pinned you down as his hips dragged slowly between your thighs. you felt him, hard and thick through his sweats, sending another wave of heat to rip through you.
it didnât matter that youâd already fallen apart once; your body lit up for him all over again.
a whimper caught in your throat, swallowed by his kiss as your hands scrambled higher, clawing at his shirt.
you tugged like you were frantic; like the thin barrier of fabric was the only thing keeping you from breathing.
âoff,â you rasped against his lips, desperate, the word breaking. âpleaseâtake it off.â
âyes, maâam.â he said, a smirk tugging at his lips, but it vanished the second your fingers brushed his waistband like you couldnât wait a second longer.
you shoved his sweats down with shaking hands, boxers going along, nearly knocking him off balance in your urgency.
he huffed a laugh, his eyes catching the hunger in yours. âgreedy, are we?â he chuckled, sounding more undone than smug.
âshut up,â you shot back, no patience for his teasing.
your eyes had already landed on him; thick and already slick at the tip.
heat rushed hot up your chest, a grin tugging weakly at your lips despite yourself. âso thatâs what i do to you?â
he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. âyou know what you do to me.â
âstill,â you whispered, tugging him closer, âitâs nice to have the evidence.â
a rough laugh slipped from him, cut short as his mouth slammed back onto yours, heavy with need.
your legs wrapped around his waist without thought, but he held himself back; grinding his hard length through your slick folds with a patience that felt merciless, his lips still on yours like he needed to drink down every sound before giving you more.
âturn over for me, baby.â his voice was rough at the edges, but his touch stayed soft, guiding you onto your stomach like he was handling something precious.
as you shifted, the pillow resting underneath your hips slipped slightly.
before you could react, his hand was already there, sliding it back beneath your stomach with quiet care; making sure the angle favoured your comfort more than his own.
âthere we go,â he muttered, like he was admiring a work of art. âjust like that, angel. fuckâlook at you.â
you could feel the heat of him behind you, hovering close, and the way his hands coasted up and down your sides; thumbs pressing in like he was trying to memorize every inch.
âyouâre unreal,â he whispered, mostly to himself. âmy fucking dream girl.â
his palms settled at your waist, urging your hips higher before gliding up your spine, pressing lightly between your shoulders until your chest sank into the mattress.
âfuck, baby,â he groaned as he lined himself up. âyouâre gonna kill me.â
the blunt press of him at your entrance had you gasping, nails twisting in the sheets.
âgyuââ your voice cracked, the sound nothing but a plea.
âi know, i know.â his hand smoothed down your side, soothing you. âjust breathe, beautiful. iâve got you.â
he slid in with agonizing slowness, every inch a stretch that stole the air directly from your lungs.
a broken sound escaped you, and his groan followed fast, spilling into the space between your bodies.
âf-fuckââ your cried helplessly, âitâsâoh myâfuckââ
he bottomed out with a shudder, his hips pressed flush against you, both of you shaking with the effort it took not to fall apart right there.
his forehead dropped between your shoulders, breath hot against your skin.
âjesus christââ he groaned, the sound rough and reverent all at once. âyou feelâfuck, baby, you feel insane.â
your back arched, body clenching around him, another helpless moan tearing through you. âtoo muchâno, itâsâgod, gyuâitâs so good.â the words spilled broken, tumbling past your lips before you could catch them.
his hand slid to your stomach, pulling you up into him, grounding you through the dizzy stretch. âthatâs it,â he murmured, kissing along your shoulder blade. âyouâre doingâf-fuckâyouâre perfectâfucking made for me.â
your thighs quivered, but the need to feel him move was stronger than the ache. you shifted back against him, desperate. âpleaseâŚmoveâi needââ
he groaned again, like your words undid him. âfuckâyeah, baby, i know.â
he slowly eased his hips back, dragging himself out until you thought youâd break, then pushed in again, steady and deep.
the rhythm was unhurried but merciless; every stroke deliberate, every thrust angled like he knew exactly how to pull you apart.
after a few slow strokes, his pace quickened; each thrust sinking deeper, chasing every sound that spilled from you.
âthere it isâfuck, yeah. thatâs it,â he breathed, forehead tipping down for a beat before he straightened again, eyes locked on the way your body yielded to him.
your moans spilled raw into the mattress, high pitched and broken, your hips rocking back into him without thought. âoh my godâdonât stopâplease, gyu, donâtââ
he answered with another thrust, sharp enough to punch a cry straight out of you.
ânever,â he panted, jaw tight, reverence spilling through every word. âyou feel too fucking goodâi could stay here forever.â
your walls clenched tight around him, the build snapping faster than you could process.
âgyuâiâm gonnaâfuckââ the cry tore out of you as your whole body bowed into the mattress, release ripping straight through you.
he groaned at the feel of you breaking around him, hips stuttering once before he forced himself to steady, dragging it out for you instead of chasing his own end.
âfuckâyeahââ his voice cracked. âthatâs it, angelâŚlet go for meâjust like that.â
your thighs shook uncontrollably, but his hands steadied you; one gripping your waist, the other pressing into your stomach, keeping you grounded as you unraveled.
the sob that followed buried itself in the sheets, your release hitting so hard it fractured every breath into ragged pieces.
he bent over you, lips trailing soft kisses along your spine, his hips still moving but gentler now, easing you down instead of pulling you higher.
âiâve got you,â he whispered into your skin, kissing your shoulder like a vow. âjust breathe for me, angelâŚthatâs all you need to do.â
he eased out of you slowly, the sudden emptiness pulling a broken whimper from your throat before you could stop it. âgyuâw-whyâŚwhat are youââ
âshh, i know, sweetheart,â he soothed, palms steady as they skimmed your sides, guiding you gently. âjust needed to see you. fuckâlook at you. you think i could stop now?â
desire threaded through his voice, yet his hands remained careful, guiding you as if you were fragile in his hold. he eased you onto your back, settling your hips back onto the pillow with a care that made it clear he wouldnât let you feel anything but comfort.
you let him move you, pliant in his hold, your body trembling as you blinked up at him. his hand cradled the back of your neck, thumb tracing lightly like he needed to feel you breathe.
he kissed your temple first, lingering there, before trailing down to your cheek.
his mouth wandered unhurriedly across your skin; tracing over your brow, brushing the bridge of your nose, grazing the corner of your lips.
âhi, beautiful,â he whispered against your skin, words cracked but full of awe.
your smile barely surfaced, dazed and weak, but it was there. âhi,â you breathed back.
his forehead tipped to yours, lips brushing in a fleeting kiss. âyou okay?â he asked, though the look in his eyes said he already knew the answer.
your breath caught, a soft laugh tumbling out with your words. âmore than okay.â
the corner of his mouth curved into a soft smile before he slid his hand down to steady your hip.
he lined himself up and pushed back in with one long, steady stroke. the stretch tore a gasp from your throat, your body clenching around him so hard it forced a groan straight out of him.
âjesusââ his voice cracked, forehead pressing to yours again. âbaby, you feelâfuckâyouâre so tight.â
your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, mouth falling open on a sound you couldnât swallow down.
âgyuââ his name slipped from your lips, almost a sob. âitâsâs-so deepâoh my god.â
his palm pressed firm to your stomach, making sure you felt every inch of him. âthere we go,â he rasped, kissing your jaw through ragged breaths. âyouâre taking me so well, beautiful. youâreâfuck, youâre perfect.â
his hips pulled back, just enough to make you feel the loss, before he drove in sharper. the force knocked the air from your chest as your nails clawed down his shoulder blades.
âeyes on me,â he mumbled, catching your gaze. âdonât look away, babyâwant to see you fall apart.â
your gaze clung to his until the next thrust stole it away, lids fluttering shut as another cry tore loose from your throat.
âno, noâlook at me,â he urged, groaning when you blinked back up at him, glassy-eyed and trembling. âthatâs it. good girl.â
your moans came fractured, tumbling past your lips with every push. âpleaseâgyu, please, just like thatâf-fuckâfeels so good, so goodââ
âfuckââ his voice cracked, hips driving harder, the sound of you begging ripping the control straight out of him.
âoh my godâiâm gonnaââ the words broke into a sob, your voice splintering. âmingyu, iâfuckâi canâtââ
his thrusts faltered, a groan tearing from his chest as he forced himself deeper. âyes, you can, angel. just a little moreâfuckâi can feel you. youâre right there.â
you broke apart around him, crying out his name like it was the only word left in you. âgyuââ
âthatâs itâoh, fuckâthatâs it, baby,â he gasped, forehead dropping to yours as his own rhythm fell apart. âcome with meâyeah, just like thatâfuckââ
your third release tore through you, carrying his first with it. your body squeezed around him, causing him to let out a wrecked moan as he came inside of you.
he stilled for a moment, chest pressed to yours as both of you trembled through the last shreds of release.
there was no detachment. no instinct to turn away. he hadnât looked anywhere but at you.
when his breathing finally slowed, he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw. âare you okay?â he asked.
you nodded, unable to trust your voice.
he gave you a moment longer before easing out, slow and careful, drawing a broken whimper from your throat.
his mouth followed the loss; kissing the inside of your thigh, the curve of your hip, and the hollow below your ribs; each one gentle and deliberate in their own way.
âstay here,â he said softly. âjust rest, baby.â
your head fell back against the pillow in the faintest nod, eyes glassy with exhaustion.
he lingered a second longer, his thumb brushing your cheek in a touch that felt reluctant, before finally pushing himself to stand.
he bent down to grab his boxers from where theyâd been tossed, sliding them on around his hips.
the quiet between you stretched thin, filled only by the sound of his breathing and the faint creak of the floor.
by the time he reached the door, your chest was already tight. you stayed where you were, staring up at the ceiling, the fan turning in lazy circles above you.
the longer you watched, the more the quiet shifted.
at first it was just silence, but eventually, that silence turned into space, which slowly turned into panic.
you werenât naĂŻve. you knew the script.
sex that good, that messy, that consuming, usually ended the same way.
a roll to the side. maybe a muttered âthat was funâ. the scrape of denim. the excuse about an early morning.
sometimes the door would shut before youâd even pulled the sheets over yourself.
your heart sank.
what if this was that moment?
what if youâd just traded years of friendship for a few hours of wreckless, selfish pleasure?
what if youâd just ruined everything?
before the thoughts could spiral any further, the door creaked open again.
âhey,â he spoke softly, not wanting to startle you.
you blinked towards him, body still draped exactly where heâd left you.
his boxers hung low on his hips, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, chest still flushed from the heat of you. a towel was slung over his shoulder, two water bottles gripped in one hand, and a warm cloth in the other.
your throat went tight. âyou came back,â you whispered, the words slipping out before you could catch them.
his face softened immediately, something tender breaking through. âof course i did,â he said, stepping closer. âwhatâdid you think iâd just disappear after that?â
you tried to smile, but it wavered.
âhey,â he said again, lowering onto the edge of the bed. âdonât go quiet on me now, pretty girl. not after you already woke all of the neighbors up.â
a soft, broken laugh escaped your lips.
he bent to press a soft kiss to your knee. âscoot up a little, sweetheart. let me take care of you.â
his hands moved with quiet certainty, every touch measured and unhurried. patience lingered in everything he did; a tenderness you werenât used to.
you felt the difference in your chest before you even felt it between your thighs.
no one had ever done this for you before.
the most youâd ever been given was a half-hearted towel tossed your way, like it was your job to deal with the aftermath alone.
but here he was, treating you like you were something worth handling with delicacy.
âi kept the pillow there,â he said quietly, ââcause i figured youâd be sore. didnât want you shifting too much.â
he finished with quiet care, dropping the cloth and towel into your hamper before reaching for your hoodie on the floor.
he eased it over your head, guiding your arms through the sleeves, tugging it down until you were completely covered.
as he climbed back into the bed, you reached for him without thinking twice.
he was already leaning into you, arms sliding around your waist, pulling you against him like it was the only place you belonged.
âyou still with me?â he asked, lips brushing your hair.
you nodded, eyes still shut until his voice pulled you back.
you blinked up at him as he dipped his head, catching your gaze. âyou scared me for a second.â
your voice was small. âi justâŚwasnât expecting you to come back.â
his brow furrowed, a little hurt, though his tone stayed soft. âcome on. you really thought iâd leave you like that?â
you huffed out a laugh. âit wouldnât be the first time someone did.â
his chest rose on a sigh as he shifted to really look at you. âbabyâŚwhat kind of assholes are you fucking?â
the bluntness startled a laugh out of you. âyouâve heard all the stories,â you reminded him.
âunfortunately.â his hand stayed warm at your spine, steadying you. âand i hated every single one of them.â
you froze, but he continued nonetheless.
âyou donât understand,â he said, shaking his head. âlistening to you try to laugh off how some guy left before you could even breathe againââ he paused, exhaling hard through his nose. âi swear, prison stripes nearly sounded worth it.â
âyou never said anything,â you said, genuinely surprised at his words.
his lips lifted into a small smile, but the weight in his eyes gave him away. ânever felt like my place.â
âgyuâŚâ you whispered.
he shook his head gently, already seeing where your thoughts were headed.
âyou really donât get it, do you?â his voice softened, a little rough at the edges.
âget what?â you murmured as your eyes searched his face for any clues on what he could be referring to.
his hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, so tender it made your chest ache.
âhow easy you are to love.â
you froze, lungs stuttering like theyâd completely forgotten how to work.
âiâve wanted to do this right for so long,â he whispered, leaning his forehead to yours. ânot just the sex. all of it. making you laugh. holding you when you cry. being the one who never leaves. giving you the kind of love you shouldâve had all along.â
your lips parted, but no sound followed. the weight of his words pressed down until all you could do was hold his gaze, completely undone by the gentleness in his voice.
âand if i ever have to hear about one more guy who made you feel like you were too much, or too emotional, or not worth sticking around forâŚâ he shook his head again, softer this time. âiâll lose my fucking mind. because youââ
he swallowed hard, trying to find the courage to continue. âyou deserve someone who worships the ground you walk on. someone who thanks god every night that you chose them.â
you blinked hard, tears threatening to fall as a soft laugh escaped you. âyouâre not supposed to make me cry after sex, idiot.â
âi meant what i said, you know,â he told you, his lips curving into that same boyish grin youâve adored for years. âand i know my feelings arenât one sided, either, ms. choreplay.â
tears slipped down your cheeks as you let out a shaky laugh, swatting weakly at his chest. âyou are such an asshole, kim mingyu.â
âam i wrong?â he smirked. âbecause youââ he paused, tapping your thigh, ââbasically had tears running down your thighs from me washing, like, two dishes.â
you groaned, burying your face in his chest. âplease never phrase it like that again.â
he laughed, the sound warm against your cheek. âdonât act like you didnât whimper when i changed the garbage bag.â
you pulled back just enough to glare at him. âmy god, youâre always so full of yourself.â
his grin only widened, cocky and unbothered. âwait till you find out i sort my laundry by whites and darks.â
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