c/w: incest, dubcon, oral (m receiving), rafe being a perv about his (adopted) sister & her being inexperienced, 18+ mdni!
wc: 1.7k
part two & moodboard
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Her big brother has always been rather overbearing, which is something she’s tried to shrug off as him merely being protective, but as far as her understanding of siblings goes— they aren’t supposed to act the way Rafe does.
Ever since they were little, Rafe has been weird about everyone in their strange family, but sometimes it makes her feel gross when he barges into her room while she’s changing— not even bothering to cover his eyes as he sits down on her mattress and starts ranting about something completely irrelevant.
It makes her feel disgusting when she notices the subtle smirk tugging at his mouth as his gaze narrows down onto whatever bare sliver of skin she’s hurriedly trying to hide from his borderline hungry eyes.
And she doesn’t particularly enjoy when he gets wasted or high off of whatever he’s snorted at some stupid party and insists that he just has to sleep next to her because he’s not feeling good. And despite her drowsy complaints, he’s always snuggling too close for comfort with his hands all over her; pulling her flush against him and letting the cushion of his lips graze the skin of her neck.
He keeps telling her that it’s nothing out of the ordinary when he gives her details about the girls he’s slept with and what his favorite positions are, even if she’s told him multiple times that she doesn’t want to know. And whenever they’re home alone, he even goes as far as bringing girls to his room— making sure their loud moans echo right into her bedroom when he knows she’s trying to study.
And whenever he’s tagging along during her little shopping trips (he doesn’t let her go alone because what if something happens?), he always demands on joining her in the fitting rooms— even squeezing himself into the crammed space when she’s trying on lingerie, claiming that she absolutely needs his opinion.
“Rafe, that’s weird,” she tries to get him to wait outside but of course he merely rolls his eyes.
“S’not weird, know how indecisive you can be, jus’ wanna help,” he says, seemingly genuine while he’s already fiddling with the clip of her bra.
And she feels her cheeks burning when the cashier mentions how sweet it is that her boyfriend is paying for her clothes— to which Rafe merely chuckles while she can’t find the words to correct the poor woman because she’d probably faint if she learned the truth about their relationship.
More often than not, he tends to be borderline territorial. One time, she’s simply talking to a guy at some party, when all of a sudden, she feels an all too familiar presence behind her.
“Who’s this, hm?” he slurs, slinging a heavy arm over her shoulder.
“Oh, it’s…um, no one,” she peeps out because she knows how he is. However, her attempts at calming him down prove to be fruitless because he’s already approaching the guy with a scoff.
“You, uh, you do know that this is m’sister, right? Mine. So, why don’t you, uh, go ‘n try to impress some other bitch, yeah?” he offers him a sickly-sweet smile, voice harsh before telling her they’re leaving— strong hands on her waist already dragging her towards his truck.
“I was having fun,” she complains when he’s putting the seatbelt on her— his breath smelling of beer when he drawls out a reply. “You can have all the fun you want with me when we get home, yeah?”
“But I wanted to spend time with my friends,” she pouts.
“That’s just too bad then, isn’t it?” he murmurs while starting the engine— resting a warm palm on her thigh soon after, ignoring her efforts of shrugging it off.
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When he learns that she hasn’t had her first kiss yet (because why would anyone even think about touching her when they know Rafe is a complete psycho), he mocks her to the point of her eyes growing glossy as she tries to blink away the soggy droplets.
“S’okay, you wanna get it over with, hm? I’ll help you,” he so kindly offers with faux concern glimmering in the moonstones of his eyes.
“Rafe, that’s gross,” she frowns, to which he merely furrows his brows before scoffing— as if she’s the one being weird.
“So, uh, so you tellin’ me you want some…some stranger at a party who only wants to get in your pants to do it instead?” he narrows his eyes as if that’s the only alternative.
“N— no,” her answer is hesitant.
“Listen, m’just…m’just, tryna be a good brother ‘n help my little sister out, but if you don’t want m’help then don’t come cryin’ to me when you embarrass yourself cause you don’t even know how to kiss,” he lifts his hands up in surrender before shrugging, suggesting that he’d merely be doing her a favor.
And before her brain has the time to process what’s happening, he’s already dragging her into his lap. And it feels wrong when their mouths are suddenly slotting together— when he’s letting out a shallow groan and slipping his tongue past her teeth without so much as a warning.
“Rafe! You didn’t tell me you were gonna do that,” she squeaks out, pulling away with her face all crumpled up, feeling disconcerted.
“Shut up, you’re gonna wake up everyone, thought you wanted to learn?” he mutters out before he’s smearing his mouth on hers once more— this time with a tight grip on her jaw that forces her to stay put as the the kiss turns into something sloppy; wet.
And afterwards, he makes her promise that she won’t tell anyone because ‘you don’t want dad to get mad at you, do you?’ and even if she feels guilt eat away at her, she keeps it to herself because the last thing she wants is to upset anyone.
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“Rafe guess what? I have a date tomorrow,” she gives him a giddy smile while stepping into his room a few weeks later.
“With who?” he eyes her while slouching on his bed, seemingly in the midst of texting someone.
“This guy I met on the beach today,” she sits down on the edge of the mattress when he places his phone on his nightstand.
“Yeah? What’s his name?” he asks, shifting closer.
“Um, Ethan.”
“Last name?”
“I— I don’t know, didn’t ask…why does it matter? Was just wondering if you could drive me there?” she says, surprised by his sudden interest.
“Where?” his tone sounds almost exasperated now, as if she’s done something bad.
“Um, we’re just gonna hang out at his house,” she chews on her bottom lip, suddenly nervous.
“You havin’ a date at his house? You finally gonna lose that virginity, huh?” he asks as patronizing laughter bubbles from his chest.
“What? No! S’not like that,” she mumbles, her skin already boiling.
“No? You do know when guys say they wanna hang out, it means they wanna fuck, right? You’re not that stupid, are you?” his gaze is borderline condescending when he raises his brows.
“Well, he’s not like that, he seems nice,” she tries to defend herself, feeling small all of a sudden.
“Sweetheart, every guy’s like that, especially the ones that seem nice, you’re so fuckin’ naive,” he scoffs while running a hand through his hair.
“You know what? Forget about it, I’ll just walk there,” she huffs out, standing up to leave, however, she doesn’t get far before he’s grabbing at her arm.
“Listen, m’just tryna look out for you, okay? Don’t feel like dealin’ with your shit ‘bout how he broke your heart. I mean, if you’re not gonna let him hit, he’s gonna be expectin’ somethin’ else, you know that, right?”
She swallows.
“I— are you sure? But…but I don’t even know how to—”
“Poor baby, what would you do without your big brother, hm? Don’t worry, I’ll teach you, yeah?” he coos before pinky promising he’ll be gentle.
And that’s how she ends up on her knees in front of him.
“Ray, this doesn’t feel…right,” she mumbles out, eyes focused on the ruddy tip he’s thumbing over while he stares at her.
“Shh, can be our little secret, yeah? Jus’ wanna make sure my little sister doesn’t embarrass herself,” he lets out a grunt when she blinks up at him with uncertain eyes.
“Open your mouth, tongue out,” he instructs while moving closer to her tentative form, biting his lip when she gingerly does what he tells her to. Then, he’s thudding the drippy head on the flat of her tongue— one, two, three times, which makes her let out a noise; something that only seems to spur him on.
He tastes salty and it makes it all the more real, all the more wrong because she doesn’t necessarily mind the taste, which makes her feel entirely too gross about the situation altogether— the words ‘I don’t wanna do this anymore’ turning into a tangled muddle when he’s already pushing past her lips, making her gag around the sudden intrusion.
“Shit, tha’s good, jus’ take it, yeah?” he rumbles out; a big hand holding the back of her head as he stuffs himself deeper down her throat— cock twitching in response to her whines and attempts at drawing away for air.
It overwhelms her to no end when he’s so rough, abrasive, but despite his broken promise, she’s unable to prevent her thighs from pressing together when throaty moans keep escaping him; his respiration turning labored by each lazy rut of his hips while her head begins to spin.
Only when his sticky cum gushes onto her tongue— the white substance dribbling past the seam of her lips and covering her chin in the process, does he grant her a moment to catch her breath.
“Guys like it when you swallow,” his voice is like gravel when he pushes at her jaw, heady gaze glued to the way her throat bobs when she does just that, the aftertaste of what they’ve done making her feel stained; dirty.
“You know, s’cute you thought I’d let some, some shithead fuck my sister,” he sounds almost humored as he pats at the flushed skin of her cheek— making her eyes turn watery when he swipes a thumb under her wobbly bottom lip to clean up the remaining mess.
She feels something in her guts churn when he tucks it back into her mouth with a sick smile.
summary: in which you’ve never given head before and your best friend is willing to teach you how
warning: oral, hand job, fingering, deep throating, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie
genre: smut
pairing: mingi x afab reader
word count: 16.2k
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The bell above the door chimed as Mingi stepped out of the restaurant, the warm, greasy air of the kitchen clinging to him like a second skin. His parents were still inside, his mom yelling something in Korean about closing up the register, his dad arguing back like always. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he walked down the block, shoulders loose but his mind already drifting, like it always did to you.
The walk to the apartment was short. Too short for the thoughts building in his chest. By the time he reached the apartment building, he was already keyed up for no reason, like something was off, like the air had shifted and he just hadn’t caught up yet.
He took the stairs two at a time, unlocked the door and stepped inside and immediately froze. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. No music. No TV. No you yelling at some random TikTok or calling his name from the kitchen. Just a soft broken sound that made Mingi’s head snap toward the living room.
“Y/N?” He dropped his keys somewhere by the door and moved fast, rounding the corner and there you were. Curled up on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, face buried in your hands like you were trying to hide from your own thoughts. Crying. Not the loud kind but the kind that slips out when you’re trying not to be heard. And something in Mingi’s chest snapped.
“Hey…. hey, what happened?” He was already in front of you, already crouching down, trying to catch your face as you turned away. Your eyes were red. Your cheeks flushed. Embarrassment written all over you in a way he didn’t understand yet but he felt it. “Talk to me,” he said, softer now, reaching out but stopping just short of touching you. Always careful. Always giving you space, even when it killed him.
You wiped at your face, clearly trying to pull yourself together, which only made his stomach twist harder. “It’s stupid,” you muttered.
“Then tell me anyway.”
“He broke up with me.”
“What?”
You let out a shaky breath, staring somewhere past him like you couldn’t stand to look him in the eye. “It’s not…. he just said we weren’t… compatible.” You hesitated before explaining. And suddenly, you looked smaller. Not physically. Just… folded in on yourself in a way Mingi had never seen before. “He said…” You swallowed. “Alex said it was weird that I’ve never….” You cut yourself off again, face burning.
Mingi leaned forward slightly, voice low, steady. “Never what?”
You shook your head, not looking at him. “I’ve never… done that before.”
“Done what?”
Your eyes squeezed shut like saying it would make it real. More embarrassing. “Given head before.” The room didn’t just go quiet. It stopped. Mingi blinked once, twice, trying to process what you just confessed. “You’re serious?”
You nodded, mortified now, shoulders curling inward. “I just…. I don’t know how, okay? And I didn’t want to be bad at it and make it awkward and…..” your voice cracked, frustration spilling in now, “and he made it seem like I was broken or something for not knowing how to do it already.”
Mingi stood up so fast the coffee table rattled. “I’m gonna kill him.”
“Mingi…”
“No, I’m serious,” he snapped, pacing now, hands dragging through his bleached blonde hair. “That’s what he broke up with you over? That? Like you owe him that? Like that’s something he’s entitled to?”
You sniffed, wiping at your face again. “I just feel stupid. It’s not…. like I won’t do it. I just…. Never have and now… I don’t know how.”
He stopped and turned back to you. And whatever was in his expression now, it wasn’t anger. Not at you. Never at you. It was something deeper. Softer. Almost… hurt. “Hey,” he said, quieter now, stepping closer again. “Don’t say that.”
You laughed weakly. “It’s true. I’m twenty five and I don’t even know how to suck dick!”
“You don’t need to know how.” His voice cut through yours, firm as you looked up at him. “What?” Mingi exhaled slowly, like he was trying to get his thoughts in order, but they weren’t behaving. Not when you looked like that. Not when someone had made you feel this small. “You don’t need to know how to suck dick.” He repeated, softer now. “Not unless you want to.”
You frowned slightly. “That doesn’t really fix the problem.” Mingi didn’t look away from you. He just stared… like he was thinking too hard. Like he was standing on the edge of something he couldn’t take back. “You trust me, right?” Your heart stuttered. “Always.” His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, jaw tight, like he was fighting himself.
“Then you wouldn’t have to feel stupid about it.”
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The fluorescent lights above you buzzed faintly. Not loud enough to be annoying. Just loud enough to be… there. Like everything else in this place. The office was small, temporary, forgettable, rows of desks, half filled cubicles, the low hum of keyboards and printers blending into one dull, endless rhythm. The kind of job you took because it was easy. Because it paid. Because it didn’t require you to think too hard.
Which, ironically, was exactly the problem. All you could do was think. Your cursor blinked on the screen in front of you, a blank document. Unfinished work. Ignored emails.
“Then you wouldn’t have to feel stupid about it.”
Your fingers stilled over the keyboard. God. You pressed your lips together, trying to focus, trying to force your brain back into something productive, but it was useless. Completely useless. Because the way Mingi had said it…. it hadn’t sounded like a joke. Hadn’t sounded like teasing. Hadn’t even sounded like him trying to make you feel better.
It had sounded… serious. Careful. Like he’d thought about it before he said it. Your stomach twisted as you leaned back slightly in your chair, eyes flicking around the office just to ground yourself, coworkers typing, someone coughing, the distant whir of a copier, a little glare sent towards Alex across the office, but it didn’t help.
Because all you could see was Mingi. You dropped your gaze back to the screen, swallowing. What did he mean? No…. you knew what he meant. You just didn’t know if he’d really meant it. That was the problem. Mingi had always been… comfortable. Safe. The one person you never had to overthink with. The one person who’d seen every version of you, from awkward thirteen year old to… whatever you were now, and never made you feel like you had to be anything else. You trusted him completely.
Your foot tapped lightly against the floor, restless energy building in your chest. What if he had meant it…. what if he meant…. to… your breath caught slightly and your face warmed instantly, heat creeping up your neck as the thought settled in deeper than you wanted it to. Not because of what it was. But because of who it was. Mingi, your best friend. The person who knew how you took your coffee, who stole your hoodies like they were his, who had a permanent dent in the couch from how often he sprawled across it like he owned the place since he moved in.
The same Mingi who had looked like he was ready to commit a felony over Alex. The same Mingi who…. your stomach flipped and you groaned softly under your breath, dropping your head into your hand. This was ridiculous. You were reading too much into it.
He was just being… him. Trying to make you feel better.
Right?
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard again, forcing yourself to type something, anything, but the words blurred together meaningless. Because another thought slipped in. Quieter. More dangerous. If he didn’t mean it… why did it sound like that? You knew the difference between when he was joking and when he wasn’t……
“Fuck.”
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The walk up to the apartment felt longer than usual. You’d replayed Mingi’s words all day. Every tone. Every pause. The way he’d looked at you when he said it. Your keys jingled softly in your hand as you reached the door, pausing for half a second before unlocking it like you needed to brace yourself. The door creaked open and there he was stretched out on the couch, one arm thrown behind his head, the other holding his phone loosely against his chest. The TV was on, something playing low in the background but he wasn’t really watching it.
His head turned the second you walked in, eyes landing on you immediately as he pushed himself up slightly, sitting forward. His brows pulled together slightly, head tilting as he watched you just… stand there. “You good?”
“What did you mean?”
His expression flickered. “What?”
You stepped further into the room now, heart already picking up, nerves buzzing under your skin. “Yesterday,” you said, voice tighter than you meant it to be. “When you said….” Your throat felt dry. “Then you wouldn’t have to feel stupid about it.”
Mingi didn’t answer right away. And that told you everything. “You didn’t mean it like that, right?” you pushed, words coming faster now. “You were just…. you were trying to make me feel better, or…”
“I meant it.” The words cut clean through yours and you stopped talking. Mingi sat there, elbows resting on his knees now, hands loosely clasped together as he looked at you, not avoiding, not backing down.
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah.”
The room suddenly felt smaller. Too small. Your fingers tightened slightly around the strap of your bag. “Mingi…” you started, but you didn’t even know what you were trying to say. Because what was there to say? “You’re talking about…”
“I know what I’m talking about,” he said quietly making your heart race now, thoughts tangling over each other. “Why would you even…. why would you offer that?” you asked, a little breathless, a little overwhelmed. “That’s not… that’s not something best friends just….”
“Because I trust you. And you trust me,” he added, softer now. “Or at least… I thought you did.”
“I do,” you said quickly. “Always…. But that’s not…. this is just…” You gestured vaguely between the two of you, like the answer was floating somewhere in the air and you just couldn’t grab it and Mingi just watched you struggle for a second. Then leaned back slightly, dragging a hand over his face. “He made you feel like you were lacking something,” he said. “Like you were behind or wrong for not knowing how to do something you’ve never even done.” Your chest tightened again. “That pissed me off,” he continued, quieter now. “Still does.”
You didn’t doubt that. Not for a second. “But I meant what I said,” he added, eyes flicking back to yours. “You don’t have to feel like that. Not with me…. I could help you. No judgement.” The words settled heavy between you. “You’re saying you’d just…. what?” you asked, voice softer now. “Let me… practice sucking dick on you?”
Mingi’s jaw flexed. A small tell. One you’d only notice if you were really looking. “Only if you wanted to,” he said.
“Mingi,” you said again, quieter this time. But it wasn’t a protest. It wasn’t a rejection. It was something else. Something unsure and curious. Something that made his shoulders tense just slightly because he heard it too. That shift. The one neither of you were naming yet. “You don’t have to decide anything,” he said. “I’m not…. pushing you into anything. I just don’t want you thinking there’s something wrong with you.”
Your chest ached a little at that. “And this wouldn’t make things weird?” you asked, almost afraid of the answer and Mingi let out a quiet breath…..
“It doesn’t have to be.”
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Your room felt too small. The only light came from your laptop, casting that soft glow across your bed, your walls, your face as you sat there, legs tucked under you, back against the headboard, staring at the screen like it might magically fix everything. You’d told yourself this was a good idea…. just watch some porn. Told yourself that if you watched enough, paid attention, maybe you wouldn’t feel so….
You pressed your lips together, eyes flicking across the screen again, trying to focus, trying to understand what you were supposed to be learning from this as some girl started gagging, tears in her eyes, face a little red….
You exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down your face before letting your head fall back against the wall behind you with a quiet thud. “This is useless,” you muttered under your breath. Because it was. None of it helped. Your eyes drifted away from the screen…..
“It doesn’t have to be.”
Your fingers curled slightly in the fabric of your blanket. God. You shut your laptop a little too fast, the click loud in the quiet room as you shifted slightly on the bed, pulling your knees closer to your chest, resting your chin against them as you stared at the closed laptop…..
You didn’t remember deciding to move, getting up. One second you were sitting on your bed, then standing in your room, staring at your door like it held all the answers. The next you were crossing the hall, heart beating way too fast for something that should’ve felt simple.
Your hand hovered for half a second before you even had the chance to knock on his door because his door was already open, gapped enough to see inside. You pushed it gently, the soft creak barely noticeable over the quiet hum of music playing low from his speaker.
He was ditting on the floor, back slightly hunched, one knee up, the other leg stretched out as he leaned over an old pair of shoes, paintbrush moving slowly in his hand, careful strokes of black and purple. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked without looking up.
You leaned lightly against the doorframe, arms crossing loosely, not to close yourself off, but because you didn’t know what else to do with them. “Something like that.” He hummed softly, still working, still not looking at you until you pushed off the doorframe, stepping into the room slowly, the soft music wrapping around the silence between you. “I tried to… figure it out,” you admitted, eyes flicking briefly to the shoes he was decorating. “On my own.”
Mingi’s jaw shifted slightly. “And?” he asked. You huffed a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking your head as you took another step closer. “It didn’t help.” You stopped a few feet away now, the space between you suddenly feeling… very noticeable. “Mingi….”
“Yeah?”
You swallowed, fingers fidgeting lightly at your sides before you forced them still. “If I said yes,” you started, voice softer now, more uncertain than you liked, “to what you said earlier…” His breathing shifted. “would you actually…” You trailed off, your chest tightening slightly as the words got stuck. “teach me?”
The room went quiet. Even the music felt distant suddenly. Mingi didn’t answer right away. He just… looked at you, taking you in like he was trying to read something deeper than your words before he shifted, pushing himself up from the floor. “Only if you’re sure,” he said, voice lower now. Careful. Controlled in a way that felt deliberate.
Your heart was pounding. “I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t.” His gaze flicked over your face, searching. For hesitation. For doubt. For anything that would make him stop. “You can stop anytime,” he added. “The second you’re uncomfortable. I mean that.” You nodded quickly. “I know.”
“Ok.” He stood, grabbing his shoes and paint, placing them by the wall like it was any other night. Like this wasn’t the most charged the room had ever felt. Like you hadn’t just asked him for something that had been sitting, buried, in the back of his mind for longer than he wanted to admit. He straightened, exhaling through his nose before turning and moving toward the edge of his bed, lowering himself down slowly, elbows resting on his knees for a second like he needed to ground himself.
He didn’t realize what you were doing until it was already happening, hadn’t realized you moved until you sank down onto your knees in front of him. His head snapped up instantly, eyes locking onto you. “Y/N….” he started, voice lower than before, rougher, like it had to push past something. “You don’t have to….”
“I know.” Your hands rested lightly on your thighs, fingers pressing into the fabric of your pajama pants like you needed something to hold onto as your gaze flicked up to his face. “Just…. tell me if I’m doing something wrong,” you said quietly as Mingi stared at you. “I’m not gonna sit here and judge you,” he said, softer now as your lips pressed together briefly. “I know…. that’s why I’m here.”
That almost broke him. Because that wasn’t just about this. That was everything. Every year. Every moment. Every time you chose him without even realizing you were doing it. Mingi’s hands flexed slightly where they rested on his knees and he forced himself to breathe. To slow down. To not let this turn into something it shouldn’t. “We go slow,” he said, voice quieter now, steadier. “Ok?” You nodded, heart racing.
“I’m gonna….” he started quietly, glancing down for a second before looking back at you, making sure you were still with him. You nodded. Every little movement felt amplified, his hands brushing his waistband, the slight shift of his sweatpants, the way his fingers hesitated for just a second like he was giving you one last chance to stop him.
You didn’t though so he slowly pulled his sweats down, not breaking eye contact for long, like he was still checking in with you even without asking. You watched, eyes following his him because you couldn’t not. He paused for a second. Not out of uncertainty. But out of awareness. Because this was the point of no return. Mingi’s jaw tightened slightly as his gaze flicked down, then back to you again, searching your face one last time before shoving his sweats and underwear both down.
And that’s when you froze and your eyes widened slightly before you could stop yourself. Because yeah. You’d thought it. Joked about it. Wondered, once or twice, in the back of your mind over the years….. yeah…. your best friend was big.
His breath hitched slightly, his body going still as his eyes snapped back to your face. “Hey,” he said, voice softer now, a little more cautious. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you said quickly, maybe a little too quickly, your voice coming out quieter than you intended. “I just….” You cut yourself off, pressing your lips together as heat rushed up your neck and Mingi’s expression shifted. Concern… mixed with something else. Something a little more vulnerable than before.
“It’s just….. I had no idea you were packing,” you joked trying to lighten the mood, shaking your head, your hand instinctively reaching out before you even realized what you were doing, lightly touching his knee.
He swallowed, forcing himself to breathe, to not let his own nerves take over now. “We can stop,” he said quietly. “Seriously.” You shook your head again. Firmer this time. “No. I don’t want to.” Your hand was still resting lightly on his knee. “Hey,” he said quietly, drawing your attention back to him before your thoughts could spiral too far. “We don’t have to jump into anything,” he said, voice softer now, more grounded. “You don’t have to… go straight to that. Just…. start with your hand,” he added, “Get used to it first. There’s no rush.”
Your fingers twitched slightly before hesitating for just a second before moving up his thigh, your hand slowly reaching to gently grip him in your hand. Heavy and throbbing. Mingi’s breath caught but he didn’t move. Didn’t interrupt. Didn’t rush you. He just watched as you stared at the length of him, thumb lightly tracing a vein….. “Yeah,” he murmured quietly, more to reassure you than anything else. “That’s good.”
Your breath hitched slightly at the sound of his voice and how deep it had gotten. A little rougher than you’ve ever heard him before and that made your confidence spike a little. Your fingers adjusted slightly, more certain now. Mingi’s hands tightened slightly against the edge of the bed, knuckles pressing into the fabric as he focused on breathing evenly. On not overwhelming you. On not letting this turn into something it shouldn’t…..
You started slow, working your hand down, thumb swiping over his tip when you came back up, thinking how…. how he’d feel somewhere you really should not be thinking so you quickly focused. To the way his breathing changed. To the way his shoulders tensed and then forced themselves to relax again. To the way his hands gripped the edge of the bed just a little tighter every time you adjusted.
And that told you more than anything you’d watched earlier. Mingi, on the other hand, was fighting for his life. His jaw tightened, teeth pressing together as he focused on breathing through it, chest rising a little sharper than before despite how hard he was trying to keep it even. Because you weren’t just… you were you. And that made everything worse.
Your hand shifted slightly again, more confident now, more in tune with him than before, stroking faster, lingering a little towards the spot closer to his balls because you caught how his eyes rolled back a little. And that’s when it almost slipped. A moan. Barely there. But not quiet enough. Mingi’s head dipped immediately, his free hand coming up to drag roughly over his face like he could hide it, like he could take it back. “Sorry,” he muttered under his breath, voice rougher now. “I’m….” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head once. “I’m trying not to….”
You paused, not pulling away, just… stilling. “You can….. you can moan you know… it’s normal.” Mingi’s head snapped up instantly. His eyes met yours again and there it was. That look. Not just focused. Not just affected. Something deeper. Something that made your stomach flip. “Ok.”
You adjusted again, more certain now to try and get those sounds from him again. More grounded in what you were doing instead of overthinking every second of it. Mingi’s grip on the bed tightened again, shoulders tensing as he let out a slow breath through his nose, trying to keep himself in check as you started stroking him again, his dick fully hard and aching now.
Your movements were still careful, still learning, though you have give a couple band jobs before, but no longer unsure. You were watching him now. Not just doing something, but paying attention. His breath caught, chest rising a little sharper as his eyes locked with yours again. And this time he didn’t look away. Couldn’t. Because there was something different in your expression now. “Hey,” he said, voice lower now, rougher than he wanted it to be.
You stilled slightly, eyes flicking up fully to his face. “Yeah?” He swallowed, trying to keep his head straight. Trying to keep this where it was supposed to be. “You can…” he paused, breath uneven for just a second before he steadied it. “You can slow down a little. You don’t have to rush it.” It wasn’t a correction, just guidance. Gentle and grounding. Your hand adjusted instinctively at the sound of his voice, easing just slightly, testing the difference and Mingi’s jaw tightened. “Yeah….” A moan left him. “like that….”
And that moan set something off in you. You pulled your hand back, both hands resting lightly on his thighs now, grounding yourself for a second as you looked up at him again, really looked this time. “I want to try my mouth now,” you said quietly and Mingi froze. His head tilted back for a second, eyes closing as he exhaled slowly, like he was trying to steady himself before looking at you again. “You sure?” he asked, voice lower now, rough around the edges in a way he couldn’t hide.
You nodded, voice a little breathless. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” he said quietly but his hands moved this time, settling lightly against your wrist for a second before his head dipped forward slightly, his hand tightening just briefly before he forced it to relax again, jaw clenching as he tried, really tried, to stay steady for you the second your lips brushed against his tip.
“Hey,” he said softly, voice strained but controlled. “You’re okay. Don’t overthink it.” Your breath hitched slightly at the sound of his voice. Because even now he was focused on you. Not himself. You cleared your throat, tongue darting out to lick at your lips before finally opening your mouth and slowly taking him in.
Your movements weren’t perfect. Not practiced. But they didn’t need to be. Because Mingi wasn’t reacting to perfection. He was reacting to you and it showed. In the way his breathing broke slightly when you gagged. In the way his head tipped back again, his hand coming up to drag through his hair as he exhaled a quiet, uneven breath when you pulled all the way back and sucked at his tip.
In the way he said your name, “Y/N…” Soft, like it slipped out before he could stop it. And that’s what got you. “You’re…..” he stopped himself, jaw tightening again as he swallowed the rest of whatever he was about to say when you took him back in, starting get a rhythm, head moving up and down and fuck he couldn’t stop watching you.
His hand hovered for a second like he wanted to touch you but he didn’t. Because this wasn’t about him. “You’re doing good,” he managed instead, quieter now and that little praise…. the shift was immediate. You adjusted slightly, your movements easing into something more careful, more exploratory, like you were actually listening now instead of overthinking. Relaxing your throat, hollowing your cheeks a little.
And Mingi felt it. Every bit of it. His breath caught sharply, shoulders tensing before he forced them to relax again, jaw tightening as he tried to keep himself grounded. “Hey,” he said quietly, voice lower now, strained but still trying to stay steady. “Slow… yeah, like that.” Your stomach flipped at the sound of his voice. Because it wasn’t just guiding. It was affected. Real. Almost whimpering. You followed it instinctively, easing your pace just slightly, paying attention to the way his breathing changed in response, the way his fingers curled tighter against the edge of the bed.
Your movements shifted again, more fluid now, less hesitant and Mingi….. Yeah. He was struggling, especially when you moaned once and he felt it vibrate through his dick. His head tipped back slightly more, eyes squeezing shut for a second as he let out a slow breath through his nose, his jaw clenching harder, enough to make it obvious he was holding something back.
“Fuck,” he exhaled quietly, barely audible, his hand dragging down his face again as he tried to pull himself together as you glanced up. And that’s when it hit you, really hit you…. the way he looked. Completely undone in a way you’d never seen before. “You’re okay,” he said again, voice rougher now, like it was getting harder to keep it even. “Just…. you’re doing good.”
Your movements slowed again, more deliberate now, more in tune with him than before, head bobbing back and forth, sucking at his tip before taking him back in and Mingi’s reaction followed immediately. A sharp inhale. His hand gripping tighter. His jaw clenching harder. Because if he let himself react the way he wanted to…. If he let himself say what was sitting right there, on the edge of his tongue…..
You shifted again. More confident now. Or at least… trying to be. Because you could feel it, how much he was reacting, how every small change you made pulled something different from him and that gave you just enough courage to push a little further, pushing yourself to take all of him, to let your mouth stretch the entire length of him and when you gagged, holding yourself there…… “Hey,” he started, voice already rough, already slipping.
But you kept going, tears started well up in your eyes as you choked a little bit still didn’t stop until you needed air. A sharp inhale left you as your body tensed and you pulled back suddenly, coughing lightly, your hand coming up instinctively like you needed to steady yourself.
“Hey…. hey,” Mingi said quickly, leaning forward, one hand coming up to hover near your shoulder without grabbing you, like he didn’t want to startle you more. “Don’t…. don’t push yourself like that.” Your face burned, embarrassment hitting you all at once as you tried to catch your breath. “I…. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he cut in immediately, softer now, more grounded. “You’re fine…. it felt good.” His thumb brushed lightly against your arm for a second, reassuring and steady before he pulled his hand back, giving you space again. “You’re trying too hard,” he added, quieter this time. “You don’t have to force anything you can’t take.” You swallowed, still a little flustered, avoiding his eyes for a second before glancing back up. “I thought I was supposed to…”
“You will,” he said, gently interrupting you again. “Just… not like that.” He paused for a second before, a little more hesitant, “You have to relax,” he said, voice lower now, more careful. “Don’t tense up like that. It’s…” he stopped himself, jaw tightening briefly before he tried again, softer. “It’s easier if you take your time.” Your heart was still racing. But the embarrassment started to fade, replaced by something else. Because he wasn’t judging you. Wasn’t frustrated. He was… helping.
“Okay,” you said quietly and Mingi nodded, encouraging. Patient in a way that made your chest tighten again for entirely different reasons. “Try again,” he said, softer now. “Just… slower. Don’t think about it too much…. don’t take what you can’t right now.” You let yourself breathe first. Let yourself settle before moving again, relaxing your jaw, realizing you liked the weight of him on your tongue.
Mingi’s head tipped back again slightly, jaw tightening again, hand wanting to tangle in your hair when you started slowly using your mouth to fuck him, more relaxed now, taking him almost all the way before pulling back and doing it again, fingers flexing like he has no idea what to do. His breath caught, shoulders tensing before he forced them to drop again, his hand gripping tighter against the bed as he tried to keep himself grounded.
But then you gripped his thighs, changed rhythm, hollowed your cheeks again, used the hold you had on him to help move, head bobbing faster, taking him all the way again, no gagging this time… and that’s what finally broke him. A sound slipped out before he could stop it. Low. Rough. Completely unplanned. Mingi’s head dropped forward for a second, his free hand coming up to cover his mouth like he could hide it, like he could shove it back down his throat before you heard it. But it was too late because you did and now you needed to hear it again as his thighs started twitching under your hands.
You started moving faster, sucking harder, letting him hit the back of your throat, eyes watering a little. His jaw clenched hard, his hand dragging down his face again for the hundredth time as he tried to steady himself, chest rising unevenly now despite how hard he was trying to keep it under control. “Hey…” he started, voice strained, catching slightly. “Y/N…”
His eyes squeezed shut for a second, head tipping back as he exhaled slowly through his nose, trying to pull himself back from the edge he was getting dangerously close to but then you looked up again. Mouth stretched around. Eyes watering. A fucking mess for him. A quiet, breathless sound left him before he could stop it, his hand tightening again as his composure faltered completely. “You…. fuck…” he muttered under his breath before he reached his hand and finally tangled his fingers into your hair. “you’re learning too fast…”
His fingers threaded through, tightening slightly like he needed something to hold onto before he completely lost his grip on everything else. “You feel so good…” his voice broke, low and uneven, his head tipping back as his chest rose sharply. “so fucking good.”
His praises made you suck harder, made you moan around him again and his grip tightened just for a second before he forced himself to loosen it, his breathing uneven now, his composure cracking in ways he couldn’t hide anymore. “I’m gonna…” he tried again, but the words fell apart halfway through, replaced by a sharp exhale as he dragged his free hand over his face again as you took him all the way and held him there.
His hand stilled in your hair. Not pulling. Not guiding. Just… there. Grounding himself. Feeling the way his dick twitched against your tongue and the back of your throat. His body tensed all at once as whatever control he’d been clinging to so he wouldn’t come finally gave out, his hand tightening instinctively for just a second before he forced it to still again. “Wait….” he tried, voice strained, already too late because his stomach tightened, his grip in your hair pulled as he felt it hit him. Hard. Really fucking hard.
He came with a broken whimper of your name, “Fuck…” he gasped as you swallowed every drop of him, not moving until you were satisfied you took it all. Mingi sat there, chest rising and falling hard, when you pulled back, his dick popping from your mouth, twitching.
“Did I do good?” you asked quietly. And that nearly wrecked him more than anything else. Mingi just stared at you, mouth parted slightly, like he had something to say but nothing came out. Because what could he say? That you had no idea what you just did to him? “Yeah,” he said finally, voice rough, quieter than before. “Yeah… you did.”
He leaned forward slowly, elbows resting on his knees again, his gaze dropping for just a second before lifting back to yours as he quickly pulled his sweats back up. “We should probably….” he started, then stopped. Because he didn’t know how to finish that sentence. What were you supposed to do after this? Go back to normal? Pretend nothing changed?
“I think…” You stood, wiping at your mouth. “I’m gonna go shower.” Mingi could say nothing as he watched you walk out of his room, you thanking him for letting you practice with flushed cheeks before disappearing down the hall and the bathroom door shutting behind you.
He finally exhaled, letting out a breathless laugh. “I think she just sucked my soul out of my dick.”
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The bell above the door chimed softly as you pushed it open and the familiar warmth of Mingi’s parent’s restaurant hit you immediately, oil, spices, something savory simmering in the back. The low hum of conversation, dishes clinking, the occasional shout from the kitchen. You stepped inside, scanning automatically and there Mingi was behind the counter.
Blonde hair slightly messy, sleeves pushed up, moving back and forth between orders like he’d done a thousand times before. You swallowed, pushing the thought of what you done the night before down as you walked further in, slipping into one of the empty stools at the counter. Mingi didn’t notice you right away, too busy taking an order, handing off a plate, wiping his hands on a towel slung over his shoulder.
But then his eyes flicked up and landed on you. And just like that he froze. “Hey,” he said, trying for casual as he stepped over, grabbing a glass and filling it with water just so he had something to do with his hands as you gave him a small smile. “Hey.”
“You eat?” he asked.
“Not yet.”
“I’ll make you something.”
You nodded as he turned away again, back into motion, back into routine but every glance lasted a little too long. Every time he passed by, you felt it. That awareness. That memory sitting just under the surface. You watched him for a second, then another. The way he moved. The way he worked. And all you could think about was….. you wanted to do it again. You wanted to do it again and let him…… your fingers tightened slightly around the glass of water. Hes your best friend…. best friend who you might have been…. kind of into for a while now.
Mingi set a plate down in front of you, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You good?” he asked, watching you a little more closely now and you hesitated. “I have this thing coming up tonight,” you said and his brows pulled together slightly. “What thing?”
“Office party.”
He made a face immediately. “Yeah, that already sounds terrible.”
You huffed softly. “It would be fine if…” you stopped and Mingi noticed your hesitation. “If what?” he pressed as you glanced down at your food for a second before looking back up. “Alex’s gonna be there. We work together remember?” Mingi’s expression dropped instantly. “Of course he is,” he muttered, jaw tightening as you leaned back slightly on the stool, arms crossing loosely. “I don’t want to go alone,” you admitted.
“So dont.” Mingi shrugged like it was obvious. “I’ll go with you.”
“You don’t even like those kinds of things,” you pointed out and he shrugged lightly again. “I don’t like Alex more.”
You snorted as his mom walked behind him, asked you how your day was before saying you need to come by more and heading towards the kitchen. “Ok. You have to wear something nice though.”
Mingi smirked. “Oh absolutely.”
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Mingi was already dressed, leaning back against the couch, one arm stretched along the backrest, the other resting loosely on his thigh. The patterned shirt fit him a little too well, sleeves rolled just enough to show his forearms, the tie slightly loosened like he’d already given up on pretending he cared about the whole formal part of tonight. He’d been ready for twenty minutes and he hadn’t checked his phone once. Didn’t need to.
His attention kept drifting to the hallway. To your door. To the quiet behind it. His jaw shifted slightly as he exhaled through his nose, dragging a hand briefly over the back of his neck before letting it drop again. This was stupid. It was just an office party. Just you getting ready. Just….. the sound of your door opening cut that thought clean in half.
Mingi’s head turned instantly and he froze. The soft fabric of your dress caught the light just enough, lace hugging in all the places he absolutely should not be looking and still somehow… flaring out in a way that made it feel almost innocent. Your hair pulled back, earrings catching softly when you moved, the whole thing put together in a way that didn’t scream for attention but made it impossible not to look.
Mingi blinked once, then again. Like his brain needed a second to catch up to what he was seeing. “You ready?” you asked, voice casual, like you hadn’t just completely knocked the air out of his lungs. He didn’t answer, not right away. His gaze dragged, slow, unintentional and honest, from your face, down, then back up again like he was trying to correct himself and failing. “Yeah,” he said finally but it came out rougher than he meant it to.
His hand shifted slightly against his thigh, fingers flexing once before stilling again as he pushed himself up from the couch, straightening just enough to close some of the distance between you. “You look…” he started, then stopped. His tongue pressed briefly against the inside of his cheek, like he was choosing his next word carefully. “Nice.” It was a terrible word for it and you knew it. Your brow lifted slightly, something teasing flickering in your expression. “Nice?”
Mingi huffed quietly under his breath, shaking his head once like he was annoyed at himself now. “You know what I mean.” But he didn’t fix it and didn’t try again. Because if he did, it wouldn’t come out safe. His eyes lingered for half a second too long again before he forced himself to look away, grabbing his keys off the counter like he suddenly needed something to do. “We should go,” he added, a little too quickly.
You didn’t move right away and he felt it as his grip tightened slightly around his keys before he glanced back at you, brows pulling together just a little. “What?”
You hesitated for a second. Eyes flicking over him now in a way that mirrored exactly what he’d just done to you. The rolled sleeves. The loosened tie. The way his shirt pulled across his shoulders. And then your gaze lifted back to his face. “You clean up nice too,” you said and Mingi stilled again, eyes locking with yours for a beat longer than necessary, something unreadable settling behind them before he looked away first, jaw tightening slightly.
“Yeah,” he muttered, quieter now before clearing his throat, shifting his weight as he moved toward the door, opening it and stepping slightly to the side, letting you walk past him first. But as you did his hand twitched. Like he almost wanted to reach for you. Instead, he stepped out behind you, pulling the door shut with a soft click, the sound echoing just a little louder than it should’ve.
And neither of you said it out loud. But it sat there anyway. Quiet and unavoidable. Tonight wasn’t going to stay simple.
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The music hit before the door even opened. Low bass, muffled voices, laughter spilling out into the hallway as you and Mingi stepped up to the venue, lights flickering faintly through the glass. It wasn’t anything fancy, just one of those rented out lounges your office liked to pretend was upscale for events like this.
Mingi reached for the door first, pulling it open and stepping slightly to the side, his hand brushing lightly against your lower back as you walked in. The warmth of it lingered longer than it should’ve and he moved back, letting it rest there. “Where do you wanna start?” Your breath hitched just a little at how close he was. At how normal that should’ve felt. “Bar,” you said, a little too quickly.
He nodded once, hand dropping from your back again as he stepped beside you, but the absence of it felt… noticeable now. Like something missing. You barely made it three steps before someone called your name. “Y/N!” You turned instinctively, spotting a couple coworkers waving you over, already eyeing Mingi like they were trying to piece him together in real time.
“Oh my god, who is this?” one of them asked immediately, eyes flicking between you and him and Mingi raised a brow slightly, glancing at you as you sighed softly. “This is Mingi. My best friend.”
“Best friend,” another one repeated like she was testing it on her tongue. “Right,” you muttered as Mingi gave a small nod, polite but not overly friendly. “Hey.” And that was all it took. Because now they were really looking. Not just casual glances. Full on scanning. The rolled sleeves. The tie. The way he stood just a little too close to you without thinking about it.
“Oh wow,” one of your coworkers said, not even trying to be subtle anymore. “We’ve heard you mention him before but you did not mention he looked like that.” You felt heat creep up your neck instantly. “Okay, relax….”
“I’m serious,” she continued, laughing lightly. “You’ve been gatekeeping.”
Mingi huffed quietly under his breath, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was trying not to react, but his eyes flicked sideways toward you as another coworker leaned slightly closer, lowering her voice just enough to pretend it was subtle. “So you two are just friends?”
Mingi’s gaze shifted to her. “Yeah.” But his hand came back to your waist. Like it had every right to be there and you felt it instantly, your body going just a little more still under his touch, heart picking up in a way that had nothing to do with the crowded room or the music.
Your coworker noticed too, her eyes flicking down then back up. “Oh,” she said softly and suddenly she looked a lot more interested but Mingi didn’t move his hand. Didn’t acknowledge it. Just let it sit there, grounding, steady, like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. You swallowed slightly, shifting your weight just enough that your arm brushed his side, your voice coming out a little tighter than you meant it to. “We’re gonna grab a drink.”
“Yeah,” Mingi added, already stepping slightly forward, his hand guiding you with him again, pulling you out of the conversation before it could stretch any further, him leaning in slightly as you reached the bar, voice low, just for you. “Your coworkers are bold.” You let out a quiet breath, grabbing onto the counter like you needed something solid. “You have no idea.”
He hummed softly, glancing over his shoulder once, catching another lingering stare before looking back at you and there was a shift in his expression. “Yeah,” he muttered. “I’m starting to get it.” You both ordered a drink, you something that tasted like a margarita but a lot more stronger and Mingi just ordered an iced bourbon. Your coworker still watched, gazes lingering but Mingi ignored them. His attention was fully on you until he felt it.
His hand slipped from your waist as he leaned in slightly, voice low by your ear. “I’m gonna hit the restroom. Don’t let anyone kidnap you.” You huffed softly. “No promises.” His mouth twitched like he almost smiled, but he didn’t linger. Just gave your side a light tap before stepping away, disappearing into the crowd like it was nothing.
And in his absence your thoughts started running. The way his hand refused to leave your waist. Last night. Your best friend literally in your mouth and now here you were, your best friend your date to your work party. It’s like everything shifted and you hadn’t caught up yet.
You shifted slightly on the barstool, fingers curling around your drink as you took a slow sip, letting the burn settle just enough to take the edge off the way your thoughts kept circling back to him. You exhaled quietly, forcing yourself to look away from where he disappeared, scanning the room instead. Your eyes landed on your boss across the room, his voice cutting sharp through the music as he snapped at two of your coworkers over something you couldn’t hear.
You snorted softly under your breath as you lifted your glass again, taking another sip, letting your shoulders relax just a little as you leaned back against the bar and then froze. Because you felt it before you even looked. That presence. That specific kind of tension. “Hey.” You closed your eyes for half a second at the voice before you turned your head slowly, already knowing exactly who you’d see before your eyes even landed on him.
Alex.
He was sliding into the stool next to you where Mingi had just been like he had every right to be there. Like nothing happened. Like he didn’t leave you on your couch feeling small after calling you pathetic for not knowing how to give head. Your grip tightened slightly around your glass. “Hi,” you said flat, sharp and completely full of distaste as Alex leaned his elbow on the bar, angling toward you, eyes dragging over you in a way that made your skin prickle. “You look good.”
You didn’t react right away. Just took another sip of your drink then set the glass down a little harder than necessary. “Thanks.” Alex huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly. “Didn’t think you’d actually show up tonight.”
You glanced at him briefly. “It’s an office party.”
“Yeah,” he said, eyes still on you. “Just figured you might want to avoid me.”
Your jaw tightened slightly, but you didn’t look away from your drink. “I’m not rearranging my life over you, Alex.” He leaned back slightly at that, brows lifting just a little. “Damn. Okay.” But there was something in his expression now. Something curious. His gaze flicked over you again, slower this time. “You’ve been busy or something?”
You frowned slightly, glancing at him. “What does that mean?” He shrugged one shoulder, casual. “Just… different.” You almost laughed. Instead, you shook your head slightly, turning back toward the bar. “I’m exactly the same.”
“Mm,” he hummed, clearly not convinced. “You here alone?” Your stomach twisted slightly. Not because of the question. But because of the answer. Your fingers tapped lightly against your glass before you replied. “No.” Alex’s brows pulled together slightly. “Oh?” He paused for a second before grinning. “Don’t tell me it’s Mingi. I mean…. are you trying to mess with me? Make me jealous?”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you downed the rest of you drink and ordered another as Mingi across the party pushed open the restroom door and stepped out, rolling his shoulders once like he was trying to reset. His mind hadn’t been quiet for a second since you walked out of your room earlier. His jaw shifted slightly as he dragged a hand over the back of his neck, exhaling through his nose as he stepped back into the main room and immediately got intercepted.
“Hey.”
Mingi barely had time to register what was happening before two of your coworkers stepped into his path like they’d been waiting. “Bathroom line insane?” one of them asked, leaning slightly closer like she already knew him. Mingi blinked once, caught off guard for half a second before he nodded. “Uh… yeah. Something like that.”
Another one slid in just slightly to his side, tilting her head as she looked him over again. “We didn’t really get to talk earlier.” Mingi shifted his weight, already uncomfortable, eyes flicking briefly past them instinctively trying to find you in the crowd. “I’m…. uh… I was just heading back…..”
“To Y/N?” one of them cut in quickly, smiling like she’d caught something and Mingi’s attention snapped back to her. “Yeah,” he said like that was the only answer that mattered. “Oh,” she said again, softer this time, exchanging a quick look with the other girl. “You guys are really close, huh?” Mingi huffed quietly, not quite amused. “Yeah. We are.”
The second girl leaned in just a little more, voice dipping like she was trying to be subtle and failing. “So… you’re single?” Mingi’s brows pulled together slightly, his patience already thinning as his gaze flicked past them again, still looking for you.
“I mean,” she continued, smiling, “we were thinking maybe after this….”
“I’m not available.” It came out before he even thought about it. Flat, immediate and final. The words hung there for a second as both girls blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Oh,” one of them said, a little thrown off now as Mingi shifted slightly, like he was just now catching up to what he’d said, his jaw tightening for a second before he looked past them again and this time he saw you. You were still at the bar but you weren’t alone.
His eyes locked onto you instantly. Then shifted. To him. To Alex sitting way too close and something in Mingi’s expression changed, dark, protective and maybe just a little possessive. “Yeah,” he added, quieter this time, almost to himself as his gaze stayed fixed across the room. “I’m good.” And before either of them could say anything else he stepped past them.
He moved through the crowd, shoulders brushing past people without a second thought, his jaw tightening slightly with every step closer to the bar. He didn’t even register the way people shifted out of his way as he cut through the crowd, his focus locked straight ahead. On you. On him. Mingi stepped in beside you, not abrupt, not aggressive. but present. Solid and unavoidable, hand coming to the back of your stool. “Hey.”
Your head turned instantly, breath catching just slightly when you saw him. Mingi didn’t look at you first. His eyes were already on Alex who blinked once, then leaned back slightly, that slow grin spreading across his face like he’d just been handed something entertaining. “Mingi…” he said, dragging your best friend’s name out like he was testing it. “So you are her plus one.”
Mingi didn’t answer right away. Didn’t react to the tone. Just held his gaze, fingers flexing once against the back of your stool, knuckles whitening just slightly before he forced them to relax. “Yeah,” he said finally and Alex hummed like that confirmed something for him, eyes flicking between the two of you before settling back on Mingi, still smiling.
“Look…” he started, voice softening just enough to sound reasonable, gaze moving back from Mingi to you. “I thought maybe after the party I could come by.” Alex leaned in just a little again, like he was trying to pull you back into something that didn’t exist anymore. “We could talk.”
Mingi’s jaw tightened again, his gaze finally shifting, slowly, from Alex to you, hand sliding from the back of your stool, hovering just slightly behind you now, not touching but close enough that you could feel the heat of it. Ready just in case. In case of what? He didn’t even know. He just knew he didn’t like this. Didn’t like Alex. Didn’t like the way he was looking at you. Didn’t like the fact that he even thought he could just come over like nothing happened.
Mingi exhaled slowly through his nose, voice low when he finally spoke. “That doesn’t sound like a good idea.” Alex’s eyes flicked back to him, grin faltering just a fraction before he let out a low laugh. Not amused, not really. More like he’d just figured something out. “You know…” he started, shaking his head slightly as he looked between the two of you. “You think I never noticed?”
Mingi’s expression didn’t change but something in his shoulders did as Alex leaned in just a fraction, voice dropping, not quieter, just more deliberate. “When I was over. The way you watch her.” Alex caught the way Mingi’s eyes widened just a bit instantly, that grin snapping back into place like he’d just found exactly what he was looking for. “Oh,” he laughed softly, pointing between you, “Yeah… there it is.” You felt your stomach drop. “Makes sense now,” he continued, dragging his gaze over Mingi, then back to you. “You want her.”
Mingi didn’t respond but he didn’t deny it either as Alex huffed out another laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it as he looked at you again. Really looked this time. Something colder settling into his expression. “You know what?” he muttered, almost dismissive now, like he was already done. “You can have her.” Your chest tightened instantly as Mingi stood frozen next to you. “Might be a better fit anyway,” Alex added, glancing back at Mingi, that edge coming back, sharp and intentional. “Maybe you can teach her how to suck dick.”
That one hit like a slap. Not loud. But loud enough. Mingi moved before he even thought about it. His hand came down on the bar beside you with a quiet thud, not enough to draw attention but enough to make the point. “You want to say that shit again?” His jaw was tight and his restraint was hanging by a thread.
“Actually…” Your voice cut through both of them, sharp, as you stood up. Your chair scraped softly against the floor as you turned fully toward Alex, your expression no longer frustrated… no longer embarrassed. Something else now. Something steadier as Mingi’s ead snapped toward you, brows pulling together slightly, caught off guard by the shift in your tone.
“Actually…” you repeated, tilting your head slightly like you were considering your words, even though you’d already decided as Alex frowned faintly, clearly not expecting you to jump in. “What?” he asked. Your lips pressed together for just a second before a small smirk tugged at them. “He already has.”
Alex blinked like his brain refused to catch up to what you were saying. “What?” You didn’t rush to explain. Didn’t soften it. Didn’t take it back. Your gaze flicked to Mingi for half a second and that was enough. “You heard me.” You looked back at Alex and his mouth parted slightly, but nothing came out as his gaze snapped between the two of you again, trying to piece it together, trying to find something that made sense…
Alex let out a short, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head like he was trying to recover. “Wow,” he muttered. “That’s….” He didn’t finish it. Didn’t have anything to finish it with. Because whatever power he thought he had in this conversation was long gone now as Mingi finally shifted beside you, his hand sliding off the bar as he straightened slightly, his presence settling next to you again. “You done?”
Alex didn’t answer. Didn’t move. He just stood there, staring, like he was still trying to catch up, still trying to figure out when he lost control of the conversation. “Yeah…” you said, quieter now, but not weaker, just… decided as you reached for your bag, fingers a little steadier than they had any right to be, considering your heart was still pounding against your ribs. “Let’s go.”
You stepped away from the bar, not waiting to see if Alex said anything else, not giving him the chance to pull you back into whatever that was and Mingi didn’t hesitate to follow you. He moved with you immediately, falling into step beside you like it was instinct, his presence closer than it had been earlier. Every step toward the exit felt louder than it should’ve. Like the room was watching. Like the moment had followed you out of that conversation and wrapped itself around both of you.
The door came faster than you expected, the cool air outside hitting your skin immediately as you stepped out into the night. The city hummed quietly around you, distant traffic, faint voices from inside, but it all felt far away compared to the silence sitting between you now.
Mingi exhaled slowly through his nose, his hands settling at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them anymore. Like he was trying very hard not to reach for you again. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said and you let out a small breath, shaking your head slightly, eyes still forward. “Yeah,” you muttered. “I did.” His head turned slightly toward you, like he was trying to read your face again, like he was trying to figure out if you meant it the same way he heard it. “Y/N…” Your fingers curled slightly at your sides as you finally turned your head, meeting his eyes. “Let’s just go home.”
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The ride back was quiet. Not awkward. Just… full with the kind of silence that wasn’t empty, it was crowded with everything that hadn’t been said yet. Mingi drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting against his thigh, fingers tapping once, then stilling like he caught himself doing it. His jaw shifted every now and then, like something kept trying to come out and he kept pushing it back down.
You stared out the window as the car slowed, then stopped. “Come on,” Mingi muttered, already pushing his door open. The walk up to the apartment felt shorter than usual. Or maybe everything just felt faster now. Like you were catching up to something that had been building for a very long time.
Your apartment door clicked shut behind you after Mingi unlocked it, tossing his keys onto the counter, the sound sharper than usual in the quiet as he dragged a hand through his hair. You stayed by the door for a second watching him. The same guy who sprawled across the couch and watched anime for hours. Who cooked for you. Who always listens when you have something to rant about. Who stuck a skunk in your first boyfriend’s car when you were 17 because said boyfriend had tried to pressure you into sex.
The same guy who had always been… easy and safe.
“Mingi…”
He turned towards you, his adam’s apple bobbing a little as he gulped like he was bracing for some kind of impact. “Yeah?” Your fingers curled slightly at your sides, your voice quieter than you meant it to be. “What he said…” You trailed off for a second but pushed through it anyway. “was it true?” The question hung there. Heavy and clear. No way around it.
Mingi didn’t answer immediately. His gaze dropped for a second, like he was weighing something, like he was deciding how much to give you. Then he exhaled slowly through his nose, shoulders rising and falling once and when he looked back at you it was different. Less guarded and more real. “What part?” he asked and your heart stuttered. “The part where…” you hesitated, heat creeping up your neck despite yourself. “you want me…..”
Mingi’s jaw tightened once before he shook his head slightly, almost like he was annoyed at himself more than anything else. “You really wanna have this conversation right now?”
You didn’t hesitate this time. “Yeah.”
He huffed out a quiet breath, turning fully toward you now, his hands settling on his hips for a second before dropping again. “You think I’d let him say that,” he started slowly, “in front of you… and not shut it down if it wasn’t true?” He stepped closer. “I didn’t say anything,” he continued, quieter now, eyes locked on yours, “because I didn’t want to make it worse for you in there.” Your breath caught. “But yeah,” he added, shrugging like he was giving up, tired of pretending. “Yeah, it’s true.”
The room suddenly felt smaller and your heart louder as Mingi watched your reaction carefully, like he was waiting, like he was ready to pull back if you needed him to. “I didn’t plan for it,” he said after a second, voice rougher now, like this part was harder to admit. “Didn’t mean for it to… go there.” His eyes flicked over your face briefly before settling back. “But it did.”
Your stomach flipped, your brain stopped working for a second because the way he was looking at you now wasn’t new. You just hadn’t seen it before. Or maybe you hadn’t let yourself. Mingi swallowed, his hand flexing slightly at his side like he was holding himself back again. “And last night didn’t exactly help.” That sent a rush of heat through you instantly as your voice came out softer this time. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Mingi let out a quiet, breathless laugh, shaking his head once like the answer should’ve been obvious. “Because you’re you. You’re my best friend,” he continued, gaze steady but heavier now. “You trust me. I wasn’t gonna mess that up just because I….” He cut himself off, jaw tightening again as the silence stretched and his chest rose slowly, like he was trying to keep everything steady, keep everything where it was…..
“Why do you think….” he started, then stopped again, dragging a hand down his face before looking back at you, eyes sharper now, more exposed than you’d ever seen them. “Why do you think all I do is one night stands? Nothing serious. Nothing that lasts.” His voice dropped even more, honest in a way that felt almost reckless. “Because the only serious thing I want is you.”
Your breath caught, your body went completely still as the words settled into the space between you and Mingi took a step closer. “Fuck, Y/N…” he exhaled, like your name alone was something heavy in his mouth. “I’ve been in love with you for years.” The room went quiet. Not just silent but still. Like everything paused just to let that land. You could see it now. All of it. Every look you missed. Every moment you didn’t question. Every time he chose you without saying it out loud.
“I didn’t say anything,” he continued, quieter now but no less intense, “because I didn’t want to lose you.” Your chest tightened painfully. “Didn’t want to make it weird. Didn’t want to be that guy who ruins everything because he can’t keep his feelings in check.” His jaw clenched briefly before he forced it to relax, his gaze flicking over your face like he was trying to read something, anything, that would tell him how this was going to go. “But then last night…” he stopped again, exhaling sharply, shaking his head once like even thinking about it was too much. “And tonight…”
He let out a quiet, almost disbelieving breath as his hand twitched slightly at his side like he wanted to reach for you, like he had been all night, but he held himself there. “If you don’t want this,” he said, finally, softer now, but somehow heavier than everything else he’d said, “you need to tell me now. And I will pretend like none of this happened. I will drop it. Because I’d rather have you in my life as just my best friend than not have you at all.”
You moved, tossing your bag down blindly. Because there was nothing you could say to all of that. You didn’t know what to say, you just knew action. You closed the space between you in two quick steps, your hand coming up, grabbing the front of his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric like you needed something solid to anchor yourself and Mingi barely had time to react, eyes widening just slightly as you looked up at him. “I don’t want you to drop it.” You pulled him down to you and kissed him before he could think about what you just said.
It was everything that had been building, every look, every almost, every second of tension finally snapping into place. Mingi froze for half a second before his hands were on you. One at your waist, the other coming up to your jaw, holding you there like he needed to make sure this was real, like you might disappear if he didn’t, kissing you back hard. Like he’d been holding back for so long he didn’t know how to do anything else now.
Your grip tightened in his shirt as you leaned into him, the kiss deepening, shifting, neither of you pulling away even when you both needed air. His thumb brushed against your cheek, grounding and not at the same time, his other hand pulling you closer like the space between you didn’t make sense anymore. When you finally broke apart your breath was uneven but his was worse.
Mingi’s eyes searched yours, wide, a little stunned, a little wrecked, like he couldn’t fully process that this was actually happening. “You’re…” he started, voice rough, catching slightly before he tried again. “You’re serious?”
Your lips parted slightly, still too close, still holding onto him like you hadn’t decided to let go yet, breath catchy as his fingers traced along your waist, the fabric of your dress shifting slightly under his touch, his gaze flicking down for just a second like he was trying to keep up with what he was doing.
Your hands moved, sliding down his chest, gripping lightly as you pulled him back toward you, your lips finding his again and walking back past the entryway and into the living room. You stumbled with him, breath uneven, your fingers gripping at his shoulders as he kissed you harder. “Mingi…” his name barely made it out before it dissolved against his mouth. Your back brushed the edge of the wall, then the couch, then he pulled away and you barely had time to process it before he dropped straight to his knees right in front of you.
“Mingi?”
His hands were already sliding up your thighs under the fabric of your dress, fingers warm, firm, gripping like he needed to hold onto you, like he’d thought about this moment too many times to pretend otherwise now. His head tipped back just enough to look up at you. “I get to return the favor now,” he said, voice low, and you about moaned at the sight. “Mingi…” you started again, but it came out weaker this time, breathless, your hands instinctively moving to his shoulders like you didn’t know whether to steady yourself or stop him.
He leaned forward just enough that his forehead almost brushed your stomach, his hands still resting firm against your thighs, thumbs shifting slightly like he was grounding himself. “I’ve thought about this,” he admitted, quieter now as your fingers tightened against his shoulders and his jaw flexed once, eyes flicking up to yours again as his hands slid a little higher, slower this time, giving you time, watching your face, waiting for any hesitation, any sign that you wanted him to stop.
Instead, you leaned into him and Mingi exhaled sharply through his nose, something almost like a quiet laugh slipping out, disbelieving and overwhelmed. “Yeah…” he muttered, more to himself now. “Okay.” His grip steadied again, more confident now, less careful as he shifted closer, pulling you just enough toward him that you had to brace against him to stay balanced and your breath hitched at the closeness, at the way his hands held you like he wasn’t letting you go anywhere.
Your fingers slid into his hair, a quiet, instinctive answer that made something in his expression break open completely when you tugged at the dyed blonde strands and then he was on his feet, hands firm on your hips as he guided you back, the back of your knees hitting the couch before you dropped onto it with a soft breath. He dropped back down to his knees, hands sliding along your legs, lifting, guiding, slow enough that you could stop him, steady enough that it didn’t feel uncertain until your legs settled over his shoulders and your breath caught hard at the shift.
“Please,” he said. It came out like something pulled from deep in his chest, like he’d been holding it back for too long and it slipped out before he could stop it as you fingers moved back and tightened in his hair, your chest rising faster now as you looked down at him and his grip shifted slightly, thumbs brushing against your inner thighs. “Tell me something,” he said, voice rough, quieter now.
“What?”
He hesitated for half a second. “Please tell me you’ve had someone eat you out before?” Because he knows you’ve had sex but after finding out you had never given head before, he wasn’t sure how experienced you were.
Your face heated instantly. “Not good,” you admitted, your voice coming out softer than you intended and Mingi let out a breathless laugh, head dropping for a second before he shook it slightly, like he didn’t know what to do with that information. “Good…” he muttered, almost to himself. “because no one else will after me anyways.” You felt yourself get wet at that, could feel your panties starting to dampen because his words hit you with so much promise.
His hands slid slightly higher along your thighs again, slower this time, like he was reminding you, checking you, making sure you were still with him. “You tell me if anything feels off,” he said quietly. “I mean it.” Your heart flipped for what felt like the hundredth time because even now, he was thinking about you first. You nodded, breath uneven. “Okay.”
Mingi exhaled slowly, his forehead brushing lightly against your leg for just a second before his grip steadied again and he leaned in, nose brushing against you over your panties before he pulled back just long enough to slip them down your legs. He looked back and stared for a moment, taking you in, still not fully processing that this really happening.
The second he moved forward and his tongue started licking over your clit making your breath hitch instantly, your back pressing slightly into the couch, fingers tightening in his hair… “fuck…” you moaned as he moved, thrusting his tongue into you now, “Mingi…” his name left your lips and he responded immediately by gripping your hips and pulling you closer practically burying his face into you.
Your legs shifted slightly around his shoulders, your fingers threading deeper into his hair as the tension in your body started to unravel in a way that felt new as he rotated from suck your clit into his mouth to moving his tongue back to thrust into you, fucking you with his mouth like it was the only thing he knew how to do.
Your breath hitched hard, back arching slightly off the couch, fingers pulling at his hair now like you needed something to hold onto, like you were riding horse and had to grip extra hard on the reins. “Right there…..” your hips started moving, grinding against him, his tongue now trapped in you as he growled holding onto you and letting you take control. “fuck…. You…. God…. you eat my pussy so good…”
That did something to him, you felt it in the way his grip adjusted, steadier now, more certain, like your praise gave him exactly what he needed. He practically pulled you onto his face, making you sit forward, your hands holding his head as he moved it back and forth, tongue working in and out of you before he moved his mouth back up to suck your clit back into it and bring one of his hands down, two of his fingers testing at first before he thrust them into you.
Your breathing lost any rhythm it had left, your chest rising and falling unevenly as you tried to ground yourself, but it was pointless as your walls clenched around his fingers, your legs now locked around him as you rode his face. The sensation of his fingers pounding into you, the obscene noise of them echoing along with his moans as he rutted against the couch and flattened his tongue out against you had you close, orgasm building faster than you’ve ever had one before.
You watched him, eyes half lidded, legs starting to shake. “Look at you….” he moaned again, curving his fingers in you, just rubbing them against your walls, just holding them there as you clenched around them and you felt it, felt your legs give out, your hands on his head move to yank at his hair as you came, a gasping broken moan of his name leaving you as your orgasm tore through you. You felt lightheaded as Mingi just held you there, licking at everything you gave him and when he felt you gush, squirting around his fingers, pushing them out of you…. he could of came with you right there untouched.
He didn’t move away until he felt you yank him back by the hair, and fuck if that didn’t drive him crazy. Your body was still twitching, your breathing completely uneven as you pulled him up, your grip tight in his hair and when he looked up at you, he looked wrecked, almost more than you. His breathing was heavier, lips parted slightly, hair a mess from your hands, his eyes locked on you like he was trying to take in everything all at once. Then his brows pulled together slightly, something sharper flickering through his expression as he exhaled.
“Please tell me you never squirted for anyone else….”
You blinked down at him, still trying to come back to yourself, your chest rising and falling fast as your grip loosened slightly in his hair. “I…” you swallowed, still a little stunned, your voice soft. “I didn’t even know I could do that.”
Mingi’s expression shifted, something deeper settling in behind his eyes, something possessive. “Yeah…” he muttered, quieter now, more to himself. “Good.” His hands tightened slightly where they still held you, grounding, steady, dragging them lightly along your thighs as he stood, breath still uneven, eyes locked on you like he couldn’t quite look away yet.
Before he could say anything else, you moved. Fast. Sliding off the couch, your legs a little unsteady at first, but you didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate as you sank down in front of him on your knees and Mingi froze. “Y/N?” Your hands were already on him, fingers gripping lightly at his thighs now, grounding yourself as you looked up at him. “You don’t have to…” he started, shaking his head slightly. “I told you, you don’t….”
“Shut up.” It came out sharper than anything you’d said all night catching Mingi off guard as your fingers tightened slightly, pulling him just a little closer as your eyes stayed locked on his. “Shut up and let me,” you added, quieter now, but somehow heavier. Mingi’s breath hitched, his head tipping back for just a second like he was trying to process that you were saying that to him, breath catching the second your fingers moved to his waistband. “Y/N….”
Your hands started unbuttoning, pushing the fabric of his pants down like you weren’t second guessing it anymore. Like you knew what you were doing. Exactly what you wanted now. Mingi’s jaw tightened as he watched you slide his pants down to his ankle, his dick hard in his boxers, a small stain on them from where he rutted against the couch, chest rising a little sharper now, his hands hovering uselessly at his sides before finally settling lightly against the back of your head again like he needed somewhere to put them as you slipped his boxers down next.
Your hand wrapped around him, thumb brushing the precum leaking from him and his head dipped forward for a second like his body didn’t know how to process that, how quickly you’d gone from unsure to… this. Your hand moved, steady, controlled, like you were paying attention now, not guessing, not overthinking, just doing what felt right. “You gonna let me milk you, Mingi?”
The words came out softer than the moment but they hit ten times harder making Mingi choke on his next breath. His head snapping back slightly, a disbelieving laugh breaking out of him, rough and breathless. “Jesus…” he dragged a hand over his face, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what you just said. “You can’t just say shit like that.” His eyes dropped back to you immediately, like he couldn’t help it, like he was trying to figure out when you flipped the script on him.
Because this wasn’t him guiding anymore. This wasn’t him in control. This was you. And he had no idea what to do with that as your hand steadied him, your other brushing lightly along his thigh as you looked up at him, really looked this time, like you knew exactly what you were doing now as you brought him to your mouth and tapped his tip against your tongue, once, twice and again before finally dragging your tongue down the length of him, tracing at the veins like you were trying to map out an outline of his dick.
“Y/N…” it came out low, almost a warning but there was no strength behind it. “Jesus…” he muttered under his breath, one hand dragging through his hair before settling back at the nape of your neck again, not pushing, not controlling, just there as your grip shifted slightly and you pulled back, looking up at him. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” A sharp breath left him as his grip tightened just slightly, not rough but tight. “You sure?” He had to ask because once he started he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. Not when you were like this. Not when you asked for it.
You darted your tongue back out, licking at his tip. “Use me.” Mingi’s breath hitched, sharp, his grip tightening at the back of your neck for just a second before he forced himself to loosen it again. His chest rose unevenly, eyes locked on you like he was one second away from completely losing whatever control he had left. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, voice rough, barely holding together as you didn’t look away. “I do.”
His hand slid from your neck to your jaw, thumb brushing lightly against your cheek, slower now… intentional. “Hey…” he murmured, softer this time. “Look at me…. say it again,” he said quietly and your brows pulled together slightly. “What?”
“That you want this.”
Your lips parted, breath still uneven, but your voice came out firm. “I want you.”
“Yeah…” he muttered under his breath, almost to himself. “I heard you.” He moved his hand to your chin. “You don’t get to take that back,” he added, quieter now, eyes searching yours one more time. “Not after you say it like that.”
“I’m not going to,” you shot back, breath still uneven as his grip shifted, sliding from your jaw back into your hair, fingers threading through it as he tilted your head just slightly before guided his tip to your mouth and he groaned as you opened, his dick resting heavy on your tongue. Be moved slow at first, just letting you adjust, relax your jaw, as he took his time getting all of him in. You gagged a little when bottomed out, holding your head there and just taking in the feel of himself in your mouth for a moment.
His head dipped, his body shifting forward, and you felt the change instantly in the way his breathing broke, in the way his grip tightened just a fraction before he forced himself to ease it again. “Fuck…” he exhaled quietly, voice already rough, already slipping as he started moving, guiding your head, hips rutting starting to thrust. “Look at you…” he muttered, almost disbelieving, his voice low and uneven as his gaze flicked down for just a second, catching your expression. “so good with my dick in your mouth.”
Your grip tightened at his words, your body shifting instinctively closer, chasing the feeling, chasing him, and that nearly broke him all over again as you dug your nails into his thighs and started bobbing your head back abs forth, using his thighs as leverage to fuck your mouth on him. His breathing grew heavier, less controlled now, shoulders tensing as he exhaled sharply through his nose, trying to keep some kind of hold on himself but his restraint didn’t last.
“Yeah…” he moaned, hand gripping at your hair. “That’s it…” His control didn’t disappear, it changed. His grip adjusted, steady at the back of your head while his other hand dug into your scalp. “Fucking take it….” His thrusts grew, his dick throbbed on your tongue as he did like you said and started to use you. “You feel that? Yeah… just like that…” You gagged again as he started hitting the back of your throat, his hand moving around to wrap around said throat, thumb pressing at where he was fucking you. “Stay right there.”
The rhythm deepened. Slower for a second. Then chaotic. His shoulders tensed, fingers flexing again in your hair as he let out another uneven breath, his voice dropping lower, more wrecked with every second. “Fuck, Y/N…” His head tipped back for a second, jaw clenched hard, rhythm faltering before he picked up again. Deeper. Faster. Less careful as you looked up at him through wet lashes, mouth stretched around his dick that was thrusting in and out of your mouth, the sight dragging a whimper from him and that’s when he stopped.
His hand pulled you back just enough, not rough, but firm, his breathing wrecked as he shook his head once, like he was trying to clear it. “I…” he exhaled sharply, dragging his free hand over his face. “No…” Your brows pulled together slightly, breath still uneven as you looked up at him. “Did I… did I mess up?”
“Fuck no!” He exclaimed, swallowing, jaw tightening. “I just need to be inside you when I come this time.” His hand slid from your hair to your arm, pulling you up in one quick motion, your balance tipping into him as his other hand caught your waist instantly, grounding you before you could even think as he kissed you. Hard and messy. Both you tasting yourselves on each other’s tongues.
Your hands grabbed at him just as fast, fingers tangling in his shirt, yanking him closer as your mouths crashed together, breath mixing, uneven, rushed. “I need you naked…”
“Yeah…” he breathed against your lips, voice wrecked. “Yeah, you too.” Your fingers found his tie, yanking it loose in one sharp motion, pulling him down into another kiss as he let out a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh against your mouth. “Fuck…” he muttered, letting you pull at him, his hands already moving, sliding down, finding the zipper of your dress. The sound cut through everything as his fingers slipped under the fabric as it loosened, pushing it down your shoulders while your hands worked at his shirt, buttons pulling free under your grip, impatient, uneven.
Neither of you slowed down. Couldn’t. The space between you disappeared completely as fabric shifted, hands moving, pulling, tugging like neither of you could get close enough fast enough. Your dress slipped, his shirt fell open, his tie hanging loose around his neck as your fingers dragged it the rest of the way free. “Mingi…” you breathed again, softer this time but no less desperate and he stilled for half a second. Just long enough to look at you. “You sure?” he asked one more time, voice low, still rough, but steadier for that one second.
Your answer came in the way you pushed him down, him stumbling to the carpeted floor caught off guard, his back hitting the floor with a dull thud, breath leaving him in a sharp exhale. “Y/N…” But you were already on him. Climbing over him before he could even recover, your knees settling on either side of his hips, your hands braced against his chest as you looked down at him, fingers sliding up his chest, gaze locked on his face, watching every reaction, every shift, every crack in his composure.
His hands tightened slightly at your waist, thumbs pressing into your skin like he was grounding himself, like he was barely holding onto anything at all as his head tipped back against the floor as you reached down, gripping him, his dick twitching in your hand as you guided him to you, your soaking pussy taking greedily as you sank down into him. Your breath broke instantly, a sharp inhale catching in your chest as your head tipped back at the stretch of him until he bottomed out.
Mingi had a full body jolt, his grip tightening on you, fingers digging into your waist as his head dropped back against the floor again, a broken sound leaving him before he could stop it. “You’re so fucking tight….” The words came out wrecked and completely gone as you slid your hand up his chest, fingers trailing over his collarbone, then higher until your palm settled at his throat, not squeezing, just resting there, feeling the way his breath stuttered under your touch.
Your fingers tightened slightly at his throat, your other hand still gripping his chest as your voice came out softer, almost disbelieving. “Mingi…” You shook your head slightly, breath uneven. “You’re….” you huffed out a quiet, overwhelmed laugh, your forehead dipping for a second before you looked back at him again. “I knew you were big but… I didn’t know it’d feel like this…… like my pussy was made for you…”
That did something to him. His jaw clenched hard, his grip tightening again as his hips shifted instinctively under you before he forced himself to still. “Don’t say shit like that,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his face for half a second before it dropped back to your waist. “You’re trying to kill me.” Your hand stayed at his throat, your thumb brushing lightly against his adams apple as you adjusted again, slower this time, testing, feeling before you leaned back and started moving.
“Look at you…” he muttered almost in disbelief. “You’re really…… fuck yeah….. your pussy is made for me.” Your hands steadied against his chest, fingers pressing into him as you found your rhythm, slow at first, testing, adjusting still, your breath catching every time you shifted just right. And then you didn’t hesitate anymore. You took it.
Your pace built, hips moving with more certainty, more intention, like your body just… understood what to do without needing to think about it, slamming your hips down, rotating them a little as you started pounding yourself on him. “Yeah….” his voice broke, his hands tightening hard at your waist, fingers digging in. “Yeah, just….. fuck…. take it…. it’s yours…” he watched his dick disappear in and out of you, the sight of you costing him, creaming on him, completely ruining him. “Don’t stop… don’t…”
You leaned forward, one of your hand finding his, fingers threading together before you pressed it down above his head, holding it there, anchoring him beneath you and Mingi’s breath caught instantly. His eyes snapped to yours, something almost dazed flickering through them as your face dipped closer, your lips finding his again. His chest rose hard under yours, his free hand sliding up your side, fingers dragging along your back like he didn’t know where to settle, like everywhere felt like too much.
Your movements slowed a little, more deliberate now, less frantic, your body shifting in a way that made his grip tighten again despite himself. Because slower didn’t make it easier. It made it worse. Your lips stayed on his, your breath mixing with his as you kept that steady rhythm, your hand still holding his above his head, keeping him right there, right under you. “Fuck…” he muttered softly, his head tipping back for half a second before coming forward again, chasing your mouth like he didn’t want to lose it but you pulled back, sitting up again a little.
His free hand slid down your back, guiding you closer, his head dipping instinctively, lips brushing along your collarbone before lower, tongue circling one of your nipples and bringing it into his mouth. Your breath hitched, moaning his name as his grip tightened at your side, his breathing uneven again, broken in a way that matched yours now as he stayed close, like he didn’t want to give you even an inch of space.
Your fingers tightened in his hand above his head, your other instinctively finding his hair again, holding him there, keeping him latched on your nipple as his arm wrapped around you, firm and immediate, pulling you closer as he pushed himself up off the floor just enough to meet you halfway.
Your breath hitched at the change. The closeness. The way his body pressed into yours now instead of beneath you. “Mine…” he muttered, voice rough against your nipple, his grip tightening just slightly as he held you there, letting you take and take until he felt you clench him hard, your legs starting to shake. It hit you all at once, sharp and overwhelming, your breath catching hard as your grip tightened on him, your body stuttering mid motion like it just… gave out. “I… I can’t….”
Your voice came out breathless, uneven, your movements losing any kind of consistency as you tried to keep going, tried to stay in control but you couldn’t. Not anymore. The second your body faltered, Mingi’s hands were on you, steady, grounding, his grip tightening just enough to hold you in place before you could collapse forward completely. “I got you…” he murmured, voice low, rough, but steady in a way yours wasn’t anymore.
His arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer for half a second, just long enough to catch you and then he moved, guiding you down, the world tilting as he flipped you beneath him, your breath catching all over again as your back met the floor. Your hands found him instantly, gripping, holding as your legs wrapped around him without thinking, pulling him closer like your body already knew what it needed.
His hands came down on either side of you, bracing, caging you in, his breathing just as wrecked now, just as uneven but his control was back. His gaze dropped to you, slower this time, heavier, taking you in like he needed to see you like this. Under him. Looking at him like that. One hand slid down, gripping your thigh, holding it in place, keeping you close as his forehead dipped forward, almost brushing yours as sank back into you. “Eyes, baby…” he murmured softly and when you looked at him something in him snapped all over again.
His grip tightened just slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you there, grounded, held as his control slipped into something deeper. He didn’t waste time, you were close and he knew he was too. He thrusted deep, pace fast, hips slamming against you and when your nails dug into his back, scratching across his shoulder, voice broken, “Please… baby… harder… come with me…” Mingi lost it.
His movements lost that careful edge, turning desperate, chasing that high just as much as you were now, his breathing breaking with every second as he held you there, kept you close, didn’t let you pull away even for a moment as he pounded into you, the squelching sounds of your wetness loud in the room as you clenched around him, a scream of his name poured out of you as you came and he could feel you squirting, pulsing around him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck and followed you, hips stuttering as you did what you asked him earlier, milked him for every drop he had in him, spilling inside you with a broken whimper.
Everything slowed quickly and Mingi stayed right where he was, buried inside you, like moving wasn’t even an option, his weight settled over you, his breathing still uneven as his forehead dropped against your shoulder and for a second… neither of you said anything. Just the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath, the faint hum of the apartment around you, and the quiet realization settling in between everything that had just happened.
Your hand moved first, fingers sliding gently into his hair, brushing through it slow, grounding, the complete opposite of everything from just a minute ago. Mingi let out a soft breath at that, almost melting into the touch, his grip loosening where his hands still rested against you, not holding tight anymore, just… there. “You good?” he murmured, voice low, still a little wrecked but softer now.
You nodded against him, your fingers still moving through his hair, slower, more absent minded now as you exhaled quietly. “Yeah… you should’ve told me.” Mingi shifted just slightly at that, enough to glance up at you, brows pulling together faintly. “Told you what?”
You huffed softly, a small smile tugging at your lips despite everything, your fingers catching briefly in his hair before smoothing through it again. “That you felt like this,” you said. “We could’ve been doing this the whole time.” There was a beat of silence before Mingi let out a breathless laugh, his head dropping back down for a second like he couldn’t believe you just said that.
“Yeah?” he muttered, amusement threading through his voice now. “That your big takeaway from all of this?” You nudged him lightly, rolling your eyes even though he couldn’t fully see it. “I’m serious.”
“I know you are,” he said, still half laughing under his breath, his hand sliding lazily along your side like he’d finally relaxed into the moment and another quiet second passed before he shifted slightly, just enough to glance around the floor beneath you both and he huffed. “We’re definitely gonna have to steam clean this carpet.”
You snorted, a laugh slipping out before you could stop it, your hand dropping from his hair to lightly smack his shoulder. “Mingi!”
“What?” he shot back, barely holding in his own grin now, looking up at you again, completely unbothered. “I’m just being realistic.” You shook your head, laughing softly as you pushed lightly at him again, but neither of you actually moved away. Because even with the joke… with everything…. he stayed right there.
His hand in a grip not hurtful, but in a pleasant pain—holding your hair but in tight ponytail that makes you able to take him deeper into your throat. Looking up at him with blurry eyes are your vision is being blurred by tear drops from him hitting the back of your throat.
"C'mon baby I have to be out in two minutes—f-fuckk yeah, keep doing that." His hair in his face as his sunglasses rest on his nose, threatening to slip down further off his nose from looking down at you, on your knees, heels digging into the dior guest restrooms.
Your palm working on the base of his cock, jerking off the rest that doesn't fit in your mouth. Hands fiddling to now trail up to unbutton his shirt from the bottom, you're digit now outlining the curve of his prominent "V" line you've loved so much making you clench around nothing. Taking more inches down your throat as you continue breathing through your nose.
Bobbing your head back and fourth on his dick, his tip now being a shade of hot pink with viens so thick you memorize the pattern the form every time you move your head on him. Hair now being in his way of seeing his beautiful girlfriend sucking him off. Now pulling up his glasses to rest on his head pushing all hair out of his face like a hairband.
You pull off him with a loud pop, you're tongue sticking out as you lap it down to his base back up to his tip to tease him. "Ha—don't do that, don't tease... me muse." Smiling up at him as you know his climax is near stoking him with steady strokes with a lazy slow rhythm. "My hyunnie looks so good today, but he's just going to end up leaving his soaked girlfriend all alone-" You say sighing in a sad tone with a pout. "Does he even deserve to cum if I don't?"
"Please, no baby please—! Need y-you please." Just like that you're back to sucking, this time letting your teeth scape him a bit just to edge him. Your left hand now massaging his balls as the other on his base once more. "Yes, fuck muse—fuck'n love you!" Hyunjin throws his head back as his hands now rest on the sides of your head now using you. Thrusting into your mouth, his tip hitting you right in your uvula, he's practically twitching in your throat.
"Fuckk, right there," He grits out as his hands brace with a tight grip. The force of his thrust now causing your knees to scrape against the tile but you could care less. Looking up at him with eyes fixated on hos beautiful your boyfriend looks, head thrown back, tiny strands of hair now sticking to his neck with his mouth wide open letting out silent groans. "Cu-Cumming, gonna fuck'n cum!"
Thrusting in once more, shooting his load right down your throat. You give him a couple more sucks as you help him ride out his high, pulling off of him as you look up at him with tear stained makeup, dior lipgloss smudged as you show him your tongue being completely gone of any cum left. "Like a dream baby." He says leaning down to kiss you and you return it back just as sinful.
His hands finding his pants and pulling back up him boxers. Leaning over the sink touching up your makeup trying to get rid of any evidence. "You're always glowing after we do something nasty muse, makes me want to do more." He says with a smirk zipping up his pants. "Look at you love, you look so pretty." You say turning back to look at him. Hyunjin smiles looking up from the mirror infront of him as he was trying to fit the belt buckle, deciding to leave it and the unbuttoned shirt. Removing his sunglasses that rested in in his hair to out his phone to take a picture, not caring about the belt.
"Stay wouldn't really care, right?" Hyunjin says looking at the picture ready to upload it later. "Yeah they wouldn't know about the fact that I just gave you head right before the show." The both of you giggle as he pulls you by your waist kissing you once more before leaving the bathroom together like nothing happened.
