Nights like this just felt right â your warm hand in Yunho's much larger one, fingers locked between one anotherâs. City lights blurred in the night sky almost like stars as Yunho sped down the highway. The windows rolled down just a bit, enough to feel the wind whip across your cheeks. Your joint playlist floated from the car's speakers, setting the mood further.
You could smell the dinner he'd picked up in the back seat, as well. The aroma of pan-fried dumplings wafted to your nose, promising a delicious meal later in the evening.
You were having a hard time taking your eyes off of your boyfriend, not that you wanted to. He was always insanely attractive, but seeing him under the flashing glow of the street lights, you felt your heart fluttering more than usual.
"What are you thinking about, pretty?" His thumb rubs the back of your hand gently as he brings you back from your thoughts.
"Just,â you sigh, gathering your thoughts, âhow much I love you. And how much I miss doing this."
Yunho feels warmth spread to his cheeks. He glances over at you with a smile before returning his attention to the road. "Me too."
"You love me or you miss doing this?"
"Both. Definitely both." You hum contentedly and relax against your seat, noticing that you're approaching the destination -- Yunho's apartment parking garage.
It wasnât uncommon for you and your boyfriend to wind up on the top floor of the parking structure. It was a quiet, often neglected space, with a view overlooking the city. There, you had spent countless hours together, watching the blue sky morph into blends of yellows and oranges and purples.
Tonight, though, you wanted nothing more than being in each other's company and staring out at the city, or staring at each other, as close to the stars and moon as possible.
It was an autumn night. The temperature was perfectânot stuffy after the sun had gone down like summer, not bone chilling like the winter. A light breeze kissed your skin as you sat atop the hood of his car side by side.
âAre you hungry yet?â He asked.
âNo, not yet,â you reply, voice barely above a whisper. Something about the silence was comfortable. You were almost afraid of speaking too loudly. âWeâll eat soon, before it gets cold.â
Yunho looked so soft under the glitter of the moonlight and warm yellow lamps. The slight blush on his nose and round cheeks, his soft round eyes, and perfectly plush lips. His black hair a bit mussed from both the wind and his nap two hours earlier. You looked up at him and he swore that he could see the reflection of each and every star in your eyes.
Without much thought, you reached up and raked your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. Heâd been letting it grow longer, and it often fell into his eyes, brushing his lashes. As your hand came down, you cradled his cheek. Melting into your touch, Yunho's gentle brown irises met yours.
"I love you," he whispered. You knew that was coming. Before he could say it out loud, youâd known that he had been thinking it, simply from the way he was looking at you. As if you were the only thing that mattered to him. As if the shining moon above you both was your doing, hung by your delicate hands. As if he could stay there forever with you and enjoy every second, happy for the rest of his life.
You couldn't help but smile as you leaned in toward him, your reply getting lost on his lips. As your lips met, Yunho's fingers settled on your hips, pulling you in closer. You clutched the soft sweater that he wore, feeling the fabric balled up in your palms.
The kiss started passionately â slow and deep. You took his face into your hands, cupping his cheeks as your teeth clicked together.
Without breaking the kiss, Yunho pulled you onto his lap. You lifted one leg to the other side of his hip so that you straddled his hips. Yunho leaned back onto the windshield, pulling you down with him.
While one of his hands held you in place, the other slid to your thigh. Yunho wished so badly that he could feel the skin that was hidden beneath your yoga pants. You felt his grip on your soft curves, leaving a warm sensation where his fingers pressed into you.
Soft smacking sounds filled the air as you brushed your lips together, now slick with saliva. One of your hands traveled from his jaw, down his neck, to his chest while the other played with the hair at the nape of his neck. You gave a light tug, a grunt escaping from his throat.
Your chest pressed to his, as if you were melting into your boyfriend. Yunhoâs large, warm palms began to roam your body, feeling your hips and ass and back. Slowly, almost regretfully, he pulled back, breathless. Your lips were just barely touching, still breathing each otherâs air. You felt dizzy, intoxicated from his lips. A second later, Yunho was pulling you into a crushing kiss, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.
The kiss had grown hungrier, more heated. You felt Yunhoâs hand tug at your waist, urging you to roll your hips together. He loved the feeling of having you on top of him. Your thighs settled over his. Yunho slips his tongue between your parted lips.
Your hands explore the planes that youâre all too familiar with â your boyfriendâs solid chest, his wide shoulders, and his long neck. Soft moans escape you, muffled against his mouth. He groans in response, low as you roll your hips, seeking more friction. Yunhoâs lips leave yours to press warm, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, to your neck. You arch into him, gasping, your fingers tightening in his hair.
âWe canât get carried away up here.â He pressed his forehead to yours, heart hammering in his chest.
âI know.â You pause for a breath and nuzzle your nose against his. âItâs just been too long since we did that.â
âI agree.â He hums. His opens his eyes to meet yours already taking in his features. You hold Yunhoâs gaze for only a moment before his reddened lips start to curl into a smirk. âWanna do it some more?â
You giggle and nod in response, slotting your lips against his once more.
Your only witnesses, the stars.
âá°.
next fic dedicated to the loml, jeong yunho. WHERE MY HOTTEOKS AT?!
if even one person enjoys this, then it was worth posting. thank you for reading âĄ
âFuck,â Wooyoung groaned as you tied the dainty pink ribbon around his hard cock, bulbous tip leaking precum. âThis is so dirty,â he chuckled, sucking in a breath when the tip of your nails grazed his cock.
You giggled, giving it a light tap. âLooks so freaking cute,â you grab your phone, quickly taking a picture of your masterpiece.
Wooyoung whines, thrusting his hips into thin air. âBaby, please,â he whined, licking the skin on your neck. âNeed you.â
You smirk, crawling into his lap, pussy already dripping wet. âSay no more, pretty boy,â you giggled, biting your lips as you sank down on his cock, a gasp leaving your lips as you felt the ribbon enter your gummy walls.
âShit shit shit,â Wooyoung cursed, throwing his head back in ecstasy. âSo fucking tight for me, baby, shit.â
You moan, hands wrapping around his neck as you rode him, mouth finding home on his neck, leaving blooming red bites all over his milky smooth skin.
Wooyoung grabs your hips, slamming you down further on his cock. He smirks as he watches the tip poke through your abdomen. âCan you see that, Y/n? I'm so deep in you,â he announced proudly.
âWoo, closeâmmnf! Gonna cum!â you moan feeling your high near.
Wooyoung groans, holding you down as he thrust deeper. âMe too, baby. Let's come together.â
Within seconds, you come around his cock, Wooyoung follows close, fucking you through your orgasm, filling you up to the brim.
Slumping down on his bare chest, you shudder when Wooyoung pulls his cock out of your sensitive cunt, cum dripping out of your fluttering hole.
He smirks, turning your face so that you can see what you did. His dick covered in white ropes of cum, the almost white ribbon sticking to his dick like a second skin.
âMy dirty girl,â he chuckles, pulling the string as the ribbon comes undone, dripping off both of your come.
He brings the fabric to your lips, drops falling on your bottom lip. âTime for dessert, babe,â he smirks, licking his lips. âOpen up.â
Too tired to say anything, hazy eyes as you open your mouth. He shoves the ribbon down your tongue, the saltiness going straight to your head like a drug.
Gagging around his thick fingers and the ribbon, you hear him chuckle. âFucking nasty, baby,â he chuckles.
somno pussy eating with mingi... drools everywhere
bf!mingi x f!reader
thinking about mingi...
he really couldnât help himself. itâs not his fault he got a little peckish at night. he felt like he was burning from the inside out, and he needed to fucking eat something.
lying beside him in bed, in nothing but a flimsy tank top and sleep shorts that rode up the sides of your thighs like a beckoning sin. your soft rise and fall of your chest as you slept so soundly, tangled in his sheets. your hair is a mess, and your lips parted in soft breaths.
your thighs, he couldnât keep his eyes off of them. his hands would wander about your legs, his breath shivering whenever your voice would drift in a small whimper in your sleep.
your skin would shiver when heâd drag his big, rough hands over the exposed flesh of your thigh, the darkness of your shared bedroom swallowing your figure beautifully.
he seriously could not help himself. heâd apologize tomorrow morning. even though he wasn't actually sorry.
you were sleeping so peacefully, a dreamless slumber. it was the warm hands you felt first, encasing your outer thighs and gently urging you open.
you couldnât tell if you were maybe slipping into a dream or if mingi was just being handsy again; your brain was nowhere near awake enough to tell.
you twitch in your sleep as mingi slides your shorts and your underwear down your legs in one go, gentle enough to ensure he does not rouse you.
he wanted to wake you slowly, ease you into it. he wanted to savor it as much as he could before you woke and realized what he was doing.
warm fluttering breaths against the bare sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his hands pry your legs open, settle on his stomach below your body, his lips trailing wet kisses up and down your skin.
you squirm in your sleep, and he canât help the pump of his heart at the sight of you, so cute, so vulnerable.
he kisses around your cunt, along the sides, and on your mound. his fingers gently massaged the soft flesh of your thighs; his eyes remained trained on your face to gauge your every reaction. the twitch of your brow and the soft, barely there catching of breath.
he finds his mouth has a mind of its own, his tongue falling from his mouth and splitting your pretty pussy lips with a low groan. you had always praised him for his mouth, his plush lips, and his thick tongue. he always knew how to eat you out like no other, and your taste always had him craving your cunt like some kind of drug.
the muscles of your thigh shiver, and mingi loves the way your lips part just a little more. he outright avoids your clit at first, not trying to immediately rip you from your peaceful sleep with too much stimulation.
he settles for dragging his tongue through your folds, his shoulders relaxing when your familiar taste floods his mouth. wet and warm, he slides the muscle through your pussy, guttural moans that heâs sure youâll be able to feel low in your belly.
he wonders if youâre dreaming now, your legs shifting around his head as a low whine slips past your lips. he wonders if youâre dreaming of his mouth on you, wishing for your insatiable boyfriend to make you cum on his tongue.
he knows what you like, and heâs trying not to give in to his most primal instincts. to make you cum so hard you fall right back asleep.
he kisses your fluttering hole sloppily, gathering saliva in his mouth, and he pulls back a moment and spits directly onto your pussy, before heâs back to suckling kisses and deep carnal licks.
heâs losing it fast, and heâs decided that you need to wake up now. he misses his pretty girl's watery eyes and her soaked little moans.
âbabyâŚâ he moans into you, his hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs a little harder. his mouth trails up your folds until his lips find your clit, slipping his tongue under the hood of it, and a gasp falls from your tired lips.
he smiles as he wraps his mouth around the sensitive nub and sucks. hard.
your thighs jerk, and suddenly a haze begins to cloud your brain. your eyes flutter beneath your closed lids, and your heart begins to race. mingi moans around your clit, his tongue sliding down between your soaked lips once again and messily stroking you with his tongue.
âi miss you, baby, wake up.â he moans around your clit again, and your entire body shakes. slowly, your eyes open, and a fuzzy warmth throughout your body is what greets you. you find yourself moaning without knowing why, and a hot pleasure crawls up your back and floods your insides.
warm hands on your inner thighs, and deep pressure in your belly. you lazily crane your tired head up to look down, and you moan whiny and broken when you see a familiar head of pink hair between your legs.
his eyes lock with yours, and he growls against your slippery cunt, and you feel as his tongue bullies your clit with sticky kitten licks.
your head falls back against the pillow, and your thighs try to close around his legs, but mingi doesnât let you. âhi, baby.â he giggles, and your ears are flooded with wet, obscene noises of him eating your pussy like you tasted as heaven embodied.
your body is on fire, your brain still hazy and sleepy as pleasure wracks your insides. âm-mingiâŚâ you moan lazily, and he answers you with a groan, pulling his head back and spitting your arousal that heâd gathered in his mouth back into your pussy before heâs diving in with a hungry purr.
âgood morning, beautiful.â he teases, wet, open-mouthed kisses against you that send your brain into overdrive. your moans come out low and broken, and mingi genuinely eats like he hasnât had sustenance in years.
âsweet fucking pussy.â he coos drunkenly, his mouth seemingly suctioned to you. âdon't be mad at me, i was just hungry.â he pouts, his pretty little puppy eyes glued to your face, all the while he lays his thick, wide tongue flat against your clit and shakes his head side to side.
you whimper, and your hands fly and grip at his short bright hair, and he moans against you when you tug nice and hard.
âmmm- fuck! mingi⌠was s-sleepingâŚâ
he shushes you, circling the tip of his tongue around your clit and effectively silencing you. back down, the flat plane of his tongue feels out every inch of your cunt like heâs trying to memorize the feel of it with his mouth.
âi know, baby, i know. âm sorry, okay? just couldnât help myself⌠fuckâŚâ his hands slide further up your thighs and spread you open more, his fingers sliding to your cunt in a v shape, spreading your sticky pussy lips and drooling directly into your entrance.
âshe just tastes so fuckinâ goodâŚâ he moans, burying his tongue into your hole and nudging against your clit with his big, pretty nose. soaked, wet slurping noises that make your ears hot and your spine arch.
that little coil in your belly that builds with each flip of his tongue and each nudge of his nose. each low, bassy moan that shoots through your cunt and each press and knead of his hands on your thigh has you spiraling.
your breaths come heavy, and your hands grip his scalp ever tighter, and mingi knows you're close.
his own breaths are riddled with their own franticness, and you only seem to gush more slick into his mouth, in which he drinks up with a thankful purr.
âcum for me?â he begs between your legs and wraps his soft lips around your clit once again, âplease? want you to cum for me so badly, babydoll. i know you want to.â
his fingers promptly gather the mess heâs made between your lips and soak them in it. slowly, he slides them deep into your cunt and curls them up just right, and you choke out a guttural moan.
âthere we go, listen to her baby. sheâs so slick, so loud.â every slow, deep drag of his fingers further proves how turned on you are. wet, squelching noises with every roll and curl he tortures you with. letting low groans and whines vibrate around your clit while he sucks like a man starved.
low, repeated, âmhms?â flow from his throat as he urges you toward that peak, craving your pretty pussy to cum for him so he can quell this hunger.
âf-fuck mingi! oh godâŚâ he laughs and suckles at your poor clit, his voice muffled and low as he speaks to you.
âcome on, come onâŚâ he encourages with enthusiasm, and you feel your orgasm pooling in your lower belly. to help you along, his hand finally leaves your thigh, and his palm finds the area of your abdomen right below your belly button.
âcum on my tongue, baby. let your cunt do the talking and cum for me.â itâs like an instant command, as his palm presses down firmly against your lower stomach, and you shatter.
your entire body tenses and then shakes as you cum on his fingers, on his tongue, to which mingi greedily drinks up with a giggly moan. your moans shiver in your throat, and he finds his hips moving on their own, humping his rock-hard cock against the mattress of your bed.
âfuck yeahâŚâ he coos into your cunt, detaching from your clit and giving it soft kitten licks with his fingers, continuing to curl and prod deep inside of you, coaxing you through that hazy orgasm.
his fat tongue licks you up, sliding his fingers out of you with a slick squelch while he cleans you up with greedy groans and low whines. he litters your spent pussy in soft kisses, all the while praising you senseless while you come down from your high.
âgood fucking girl babydoll, this pussy tastes so good.â
âbreathe, baby, donât float away from me.â
ânearly came in my pants, youâre just too sweet, canât help myself.â
your hands finally slip away from his mussed hair and fall limp at your sides, and you already feel sleep overcoming you once again. it was 2 in the morning after all.
you feel him crawl up your body, burying his face in the crook of your neck and landing soft, lusty kisses against your throat. effectively, you were being lulled back to sleep, and you began to relax against him once again.
âcan i fuck your thighs, baby?â he whispers against your throat. âi promise iâll be gentle.â
you groan, and as much as youâd like to go back to sleep, the fresh gush of arousal slipping down your thighs is telling.
you whimper out a low yes, but heâs already moving and slipping his thick, heavy cock out of his pants and positioning himself behind you.
âyouâre so good to me, honey.â he whines against your shoulder. you moan as he slides the girth of his warm cock through the slick mess between your pussy lips, pressing your thighs together so he can fuck them the way he wants.
đđđđŤđđ§đđŹ; Bestfriend!Mingi x Fem!Reader
đđđŤđđ˘đđ đ ; Smut, Mingi teaches reader how to kiss, dry humping, smacking, slight jealousy, cumming in clothes, reader doesnât cum (sorry folks). If I missed anything at all, let me know!
đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: Y/n was supposed to have a date with a man she met off of tinder, so of course she sought out help from her absolute best friend.
đđđđ đđđ˘đđĄ: 742
Taglist â @kissmatz (send a ask to be added)
Lexi Update â Donât even ask what this is, because I donât even know. I wrote this with one idea in my head and zero plot to go along with it. But I also wanted this to be short, so thatâs a part of why I didnât have plot/much to go here đ
You and your bestfriend were sitting side by side on your bed, your room is scattered with clothes from an hour prior.
âHow can a girl have so many clothes but have nothing to wear at the same time?â Mingi sighed as he scratched the back of his neck.
âI donât know, Ming. You tell me.â Is all you could respond with, flopping down onto your bed so youâre laying flat on your back.
âI mean-I donât even know how it would work.â You started to rattle off your worries to him.
Mingi turned to look at you, confused by the sudden mood shift. âWhy wouldnât it work? Y/n Iâm so confused by you today.â
You turned your head to look up at him, your nerves etched onto your face âI donât even know how to kiss!â You blurted out before you could even stop yourself.
The room was silent for a moment before Mingi bursted out in to laughter. âYou? Out of everyone I knowâYOU?!â He exclaimed. Causing you to slap his arm hard enough to leave a mark âItâs not funny!â You yelled back at him.
Mingiâs laughter immediately died down after you hit him. âAlright, Iâm sorry. You just caught me off guard.â He put his hands up in surrender.
You sat back up from your bed, looking at your messy floor as you let out a sigh âIâm serious. I really donât.â You responded sincerely.
âI-I can teach you.â Mingi suggested nervously, unsure of how youâd react.
You turned your head to look at him, his hair is messy from him running his fingers through it so many times today. You never viewed Mingi like that â you kind of grew up together. So why would you?
âI donâtâŚI donât know, Ming.â You said sheepishly as you bunched up the fabric of your pants into your hands, a nervous habit youâve had for as long as you could remember.
âCome on, Y/n. Weâve known each other since high school. There arenât any secrets between us, even when there should be.â Mingi tried again, trying to show you that heâs the âperfectâ person to learn from. But deep down? He was just jealous.
âIt wonât make things weird between us, right?â You asked quietly, barely audible.
Mingi shook his head adamantly âNo. Of course not.â
You nodded your head a few times, digesting everything âTeach me.â Is all you could whisper out of your mouth.
Mingi quickly moved his position so you were sitting knees to knees. âJust follow my lead.â Mingi whispered reassuringly as he gently cupped your face with his large hands.
You let your eyes flutter shut as Mingiâs rough but gentle lips touched yours, you didnât respond right away. Unsure of how to do it.
âLike this.â Mingi spoke softly against your lips as he gently guided your arms to wrap around his neck, slowly deepening the kiss to try to help you find the rhythm.
After a few more attempts you finally understood what Mingi was doing and copied it.
âMmm.â Mingi softly moaned against your lips as his hands wandered to your lower back, pulling you closer to his body, you didnât mind. You wanted to learn as much as possible â or so you told yourself.
You let your fingers tangle in his hair, letting out a soft gasp as Mingi pulled you into his lap. âShh, itâs okay.â He coaxed softly against your lips as he deepened the kiss even further than before â like he was trying to suck the oxygen out of your lungs.
You didnât stop, you couldnât stop. You were addicted to this little feeling.
Mingi grew more rough, more desperate as his hands wandered further down to your hips, causing you to instinctively grind yourself against him like your body already knew what he wanted, what you wanted.
âFuck, Y/n.â Mingi grunted against your mouth as he started to buck his hips up against you to match your pace.
The friction between your bodies was too much for you, it caused your head to spin. Mingi didnât seem to mind, this is what he wanted from you for the longest time.
Mingi pulled back from the kiss, burying his face into your neck as his hands gripped your hips tighter he guided your grinding against his bulge. âIâm gonna cum.â Mingi groaned against your skin mere seconds before you felt warm liquid seeping through his sweatpants.
đđđđŤđđ§đđŹ; Bestfriend!Mingi x Fem!Reader
đđđŤđđ˘đđ đ ; Smut, Mingi teaches reader how to kiss, dry humping, smacking, slight jealousy, cumming in clothes, reader doesnât cum (sorry folks). If I missed anything at all, let me know!
đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: Y/n was supposed to have a date with a man she met off of tinder, so of course she sought out help from her absolute best friend.
đđđđ đđđ˘đđĄ: 742
Taglist â @kissmatz (send a ask to be added)
Lexi Update â Donât even ask what this is, because I donât even know. I wrote this with one idea in my head and zero plot to go along with it. But I also wanted this to be short, so thatâs a part of why I didnât have plot/much to go here đ
You and your bestfriend were sitting side by side on your bed, your room is scattered with clothes from an hour prior.
âHow can a girl have so many clothes but have nothing to wear at the same time?â Mingi sighed as he scratched the back of his neck.
âI donât know, Ming. You tell me.â Is all you could respond with, flopping down onto your bed so youâre laying flat on your back.
âI mean-I donât even know how it would work.â You started to rattle off your worries to him.
Mingi turned to look at you, confused by the sudden mood shift. âWhy wouldnât it work? Y/n Iâm so confused by you today.â
You turned your head to look up at him, your nerves etched onto your face âI donât even know how to kiss!â You blurted out before you could even stop yourself.
The room was silent for a moment before Mingi bursted out in to laughter. âYou? Out of everyone I knowâYOU?!â He exclaimed. Causing you to slap his arm hard enough to leave a mark âItâs not funny!â You yelled back at him.
Mingiâs laughter immediately died down after you hit him. âAlright, Iâm sorry. You just caught me off guard.â He put his hands up in surrender.
You sat back up from your bed, looking at your messy floor as you let out a sigh âIâm serious. I really donât.â You responded sincerely.
âI-I can teach you.â Mingi suggested nervously, unsure of how youâd react.
You turned your head to look at him, his hair is messy from him running his fingers through it so many times today. You never viewed Mingi like that â you kind of grew up together. So why would you?
âI donâtâŚI donât know, Ming.â You said sheepishly as you bunched up the fabric of your pants into your hands, a nervous habit youâve had for as long as you could remember.
âCome on, Y/n. Weâve known each other since high school. There arenât any secrets between us, even when there should be.â Mingi tried again, trying to show you that heâs the âperfectâ person to learn from. But deep down? He was just jealous.
âIt wonât make things weird between us, right?â You asked quietly, barely audible.
Mingi shook his head adamantly âNo. Of course not.â
You nodded your head a few times, digesting everything âTeach me.â Is all you could whisper out of your mouth.
Mingi quickly moved his position so you were sitting knees to knees. âJust follow my lead.â Mingi whispered reassuringly as he gently cupped your face with his large hands.
You let your eyes flutter shut as Mingiâs rough but gentle lips touched yours, you didnât respond right away. Unsure of how to do it.
âLike this.â Mingi spoke softly against your lips as he gently guided your arms to wrap around his neck, slowly deepening the kiss to try to help you find the rhythm.
After a few more attempts you finally understood what Mingi was doing and copied it.
âMmm.â Mingi softly moaned against your lips as his hands wandered to your lower back, pulling you closer to his body, you didnât mind. You wanted to learn as much as possible â or so you told yourself.
You let your fingers tangle in his hair, letting out a soft gasp as Mingi pulled you into his lap. âShh, itâs okay.â He coaxed softly against your lips as he deepened the kiss even further than before â like he was trying to suck the oxygen out of your lungs.
You didnât stop, you couldnât stop. You were addicted to this little feeling.
Mingi grew more rough, more desperate as his hands wandered further down to your hips, causing you to instinctively grind yourself against him like your body already knew what he wanted, what you wanted.
âFuck, Y/n.â Mingi grunted against your mouth as he started to buck his hips up against you to match your pace.
The friction between your bodies was too much for you, it caused your head to spin. Mingi didnât seem to mind, this is what he wanted from you for the longest time.
Mingi pulled back from the kiss, burying his face into your neck as his hands gripped your hips tighter he guided your grinding against his bulge. âIâm gonna cum.â Mingi groaned against your skin mere seconds before you felt warm liquid seeping through his sweatpants.
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wandering hands wake you up, heavy palms that grip into plush flesh hard, and youâre moaning before you even realise. heâs back, you remember, mingi, with a new head of platinum hair that tickles your neck as he kisses up the curve of it and what time is it? itâs still dark outside, your throat feeling a little dry and limbs feeling a little stiff.
the white lights of the city illuminate your bedroom and you just about catch the clock on your wall - 12:34am. the long curtains that mingi had to help you put up are blowing in the slight breeze from the window; youâre unsure why itâs open but itâs a relaxing sight, watching the fabric blow and the cars speed down the roads below you. itâs chaotic but nice to be outside of it in your little bubble, almost enough to put you to sleep until a large, fumbling hand paws at your breast.
your clit throbs and you know whatâs about to happen, trying to stretch and wake yourself up just enough.
this isnât uncommon, you and mingi waking up in the middle of the night to fuck eachotherâs brains out and then pass out again. his teeth bite into your skin, soft but promising, and you moan again, rolling onto your back despite still not being fully conscious.
everythingâs a little hazy, but once youâre there mingi kisses you awake a little more, gentle open mouthed kisses that get deeper when you start to reciprocate, his tongue forcing into your mouth and claiming it as his. heâs messy as always, whimpering and pulling at your clothes, trying to get you as close as possible despite you being chest to chest, legs tangled up in each other.
he doesnât say anything, fingers hooking into your sleep shorts and pulling them down your legs with ease. the night air is cold to your legs and he pulls the blanket over his back, encasing you in his arms and shuffling his own boxers down just under his balls to grip himself at the base.
mingi knows he doesnât need to ask. nosing at your cheek, he kisses you again, deep as he pumps his cock a few times, positioning it at your hole. he finds youâre still slick from the night before and it makes him gasp a stuttered breath, pushing your thighs further apart and letting himself slide home. thereâs a bit of resistance but he pushes past it, your hole stretching to allow his cock inside. itâs more than welcome with how nice he treats it.
âfuck, big,â you manage, whining against his mouth, hands pawing at his naked chest - he leans back and lets you see him, sharp angles and soft muscles on a long, lithe body, and your hands fall down the length of his torso when he starts to move. âso- ah, haa, oh my god, mingi-â
your pussy seems to gush around him whenever he pulls out, and his brows knit together in pleasure, pulling at your leg to bring it flat against his chest. he begins to rock a steady rhythm, your hands falling against the mattress uselessly, cunt throbbing for more.
mingi groans, knuckles tightening on your thigh, âbaby, so fucking wet, so good,â he warbles. his balls start to slap against your ass and itâs too much, too big, so good; your back curves, and as if it reminds him his palm moves to tug your tank top up, over your breasts to expose them. he grips one of them and fucks you harder, watching the way they move in the barely-there light, eyes narrow and dark. âfeels so- so good,â he huffs, âmissed you so much, love you so much, fuck-â
if you were a little less horny youâd remind him that you went through this last night when he got home, but you buck your hips and let your cunt soak wet over his shaft every thrust. your clit goes neglected and you want to touch it so bad but youâre so sleepy still, writhing underneath him with strangled noises, grinding up like youâre in heat just to get some friction.
mingi notices, planting his knees further down on the mattress to lean closer to you. your leg falls back to the bed and he angles himself to thrust up deep, moving his hand from your chest to your clit and rolling his thumb over it steadily. your heart soars.
when you let out a warbled thank you he kisses your cheek and over to your jaw, grinding against you in such a way your slick wets his pubes and he rubs it over your clit. it feels so good he canât help but clutch at you again, hand hooking under your hips to bounce you against him, his lips letting out little uh uh uhs with every one.
âoh, oh,â you keen, his cockhead fucking deeper and hitting a delicious spot inside you. your hands go to the pillow behind your head, clenching in the fabric hard and you start to move against him, desperate, making him moan gravelly against you. âso good, wanna- wanna cum on it,â you babble, âplease, please-â
âyeah, honey?â he murmurs, lip curling up, âwhat do you need? tell me, câmon,â his thumb flicks your clit and you whine, trying to find your words, âwanna give it to you, youâre such a good girl fâme.â
youâd be embarrassed any other time, but you move to grab his forearms, âa-ah, want- more, faster, please.â
he kisses the corner of your mouth and pushes forwards so your legs rest on his elbows, just spread enough to feel it hard and deep too as he starts to fuck you fast.
the bed starts squeaking but itâs no match for your wail, rivulets of arousal connecting your pussy to his skin. it smears up to the hair at the base of his tummy and he groans, wrapping his arms around your middle and holding you as you take it.
âsâgood?â he mumbles, but all you can do is squeal through it, gut clenching tighter and tighter as he fucks you hard and fast, too much for a late night normally but you canât help how fucking desperate you are - youâve missed him too. âf-feel all of it, fuck-â he gasps, hand dropping to your hip, pinning you down, giving you long, hard rocks of his hips, âfuck, mama, gotta cum for me, âm gonna cum.â
itâs said breathlessly, with a little chuckle, and you wrap your arms around him to bring him close to you. you kiss him this time, nudging your nose at his sharp one until he pushes his tongue past your lips again. you suck on it and he whines, driving his cock further; your clit drags against his pubes and you cry against his mouth, kissing him over and over, letting him fuck you both senseless.
âgâna cum,â you breathe, nails digging into his shoulders - he bites your lip, nips down your neck and keeps fucking you just like that, knows better than to change, letting your swollen bud drag over him just right until youâre whining through your orgasm. âoh, haa- mm,â you gasp, âfuckfuckfuck, yes-â
your hole clenches tight, over and over as you flood your release down to your fresh sheets; mingi grunts, âyeah, there we go.â
he has to fuck you through it with furrowed eyebrows and plush, parted lips against yours. when you stop writhing he rocks into you once, twice, before he fucks in deep and pulls your hips down against him, teeth nipping your shoulder as he fills you with his cum.
âfuck, fuck, mmm,â he breathes, nails digging into you, bouncing you on his shaft a few times to ride his own orgasm out.
it makes your head spin with overstimulation, eyes rolling to the side to look outside the window - the city moves on, cars still speeding past and white, blaring lights still barely illuminating you and your lover, completely wrapped up in each other, calm. he catches your attention again by nosing at your jaw and you let out a hum, turning back to kiss over his cheeks, nose and forehead, landing on his lips and sucking his bottom lip between yours.
he lets out a noise of amusement before heâs pulling out. you tilt your head, fully awake now and confused, âyouâre not stopping, are you, min?â
his grin is visible even in the dim light, his toned arm moving to work on his shaft, other hand pushing his blonde hair back. his cock makes slick noises as he pumps it and his erection is unflagging, boxers soaked with both yours and his wetness.
âfuck no,â he taps your hip, tongue running over his teeth, âhands and knees fâme, mama.â
a/n: hiii. mingi has looked so beautiful lately and i absolutely cannot get over him for Louboutin đ he was stunning in every look and adorable. Anyway so i just wrote a quick yearning/smutty/fluffy one shot. i hope you enjoy! I didnât proofread so i hope it flows okay. Anyway⌠I also have a Yunho one shot im cooking lol.
WARNING: 18+ MDNI!!! SMUT, established relationship, p in v, dirty talk⌠etc etc.
You sighed and smiled to yourself watching the fancams from the airport. You didnât need them, you had a string of texts from Mingi: âOn my way to the airport now.â âAbout to get on the flight.â âIâll see you soon my love, get some rest.â You signed, not soon enough. 14 hours. It had been two weeks already since you last saw him, surely the last 14 hours wouldnât be so horrible. Yet you laid in that hotel bed, tossing and turning. Checking the flight log. Trying to take your mind off the excruciating wait. Anticipating his arrival. By noon it's all you can think about. You rewatch the fancams just to look at him. He was so beautiful, so handsome, so yours. You feel your excitement and impatience under your skin. Just five more hours and heâll be there. The issue with waiting is it gives you too much time to think, which leads to overthinking. Did he really miss you? Did he miss you as much as you missed him? You only had a short window of time with him before he would be off on another flight to his next destination.
You go to a cafe, you eat lunch, you wait. You find a bookstore and pick up a book or two (or 3), and you wait. When you get back to the hotel room youâre exhausted, you know time is closing in but you just lay down for a few minutes⌠The next thing you know, you heard a beep and a click at the door. You quickly push yourself out of bed, so fast it makes you dizzy. When you round a corner there he is. The same man youâd only seen through a screen the past two weeks. A big smile on his face, a bouquet of flowers in his hands as he lights up. The best part was he was real, he let his bag drop off his shoulder onto the floor a quiet thud as you rub your eyes to make sure you're not dreaming.
âHi, beautiful girl.â He hums. Thatâs him. Really him.
âMingi-yah!â You beam running toward him, closing the space without a thought more, your arms finding their home around broad shoulders, his hands finding your back pulling you in tightly. Peace sweeps over you in a warmth only described as home. You feel tears prick at your eyes, happiness overwhelming you.
âDid I wake you up or something?â He giggles, you scrunch your nose up at him nodding, his mouth finding yours before you could even respond. Itâs slow, like heâs savoring every second. He pulls away, his lips mere inches from yours. âHi angel, how are you?â
âBetter now that you're here.â You murmur against his lips, âHow much time do we have?â You ask.
âA few hours tonight, a few more tomorrowâŚâ He sighs, as you pout up at him. A large hand finds the side of your face, and you warm into it. His thumb slowly runs over your cheek. âLetâs not think about it now, yeah?â His voice is soft, velvet, sweet. You melt into him, nodding. You didnât want to think about what limited time you had, not with him in your arms for now. His forehead presses to yours, his nose gently nudging yours before his lips find yours again. Youâd never get tired of it, the taste of him. The smell of him. The way he kisses you and pulls you in closer. You hear the bouquet of flowers fall to the floor with a soft thump, Mingiâs hold on you tightening as he kisses you even more deeply. His tongue dips into your mouth and a soft noise escapes his throat, though it's swallowed by you anyway. You can feel him moving the two of you, and you donât care to know where.
âWere those for me?â You hum, lips still pressed against his as he nods and kisses you again.
âMhm.â He hums, before kissing you more. You giggle as you realize he was getting you right to the bed. You giggle as he unzips the leather jacket he had on. His chains dangling down his chest as he leans over you, his lips finding your forehead. Your hands find the chains, cold metal under your fingertips. You gently tug on it to bring his lips back to yours. âYou like these?â He asks in a rasp, his lips ghosting over yours and you nod.
âWhen I saw the videos of you at the airport I couldnât wait to have them dangling in my face.â You smirk, and he rushes back to kiss you again, this time tongue first. His hands start to wander, down your sides over the curves of your hips, gliding over your thighs. The air between the two of you is electric and feral. You both become needy, quickly abandoning all patience with your hands moving up his shirt, nails finding the back of his neck, gently digging into his skin as you pull him even closer. âWho were you trying to look so damn good for?â You ask in between kisses, and it draws a laugh out of him.
âYou, always.â He purrs, âI know youâre watching, everything I do is for you.â You pull away from him with a shit eating grin on your lips.
You crawl back onto the bed and he crawls after you, his landing spot between your thighs as you pull him back in by his chains to kiss him more. âYou look like such a fucking rockstar, Min.â You purr, in between kissing him his tongue lapping into your mouth with a groan as his hands find any inch of your body to touch. The words triggering something in your favorite leo. His hands find the hem of your shirt dipping below the fabric and pushing it up so he can get it off you. You reach for his jacket pushing it off his arms when his lips make their way back to you again, your hands blindly pulling at his shirt, the sudden urgency in both of you palpable. No words needing to be said. Just pure hunger, need.
âMissed you so much.â His voice grumbles against your neck as his lips dipped lower, his teeth sinking into your skin making you whimper. âMissed every inch of you.â He peppers kisses down your throat and back up to your jaw, nuzzling himself into you. A large hand cradles your head, the other arm wrapping around you, swiftly moving you on top of him. You can feel how hard he is beneath you and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders before you slowly grind against him, relief washing over you as your core starts to ache for him. It draws a low breathy moan from him, his hands moving down to your hips helping you rock. Neither of you care youâre still with bottoms on, both of you need some kind of relief, and it works. His lips find the bottom of your throat down your chest. Your nails dig into his soft warm skin as he starts to leave marks down the skin on your neck.
âI missed you so much.â You moan, as his hands smooth over the curves of your ass, squeezing and kneading as you continue to grind yourself against him. âNeed you so bad, MingiâŚâ
âFuckâŚâ He groans, his head rolling back. âRide meâŚâ Before you could think his hands are peeling your bottoms off you, and you quickly move your trembling hands to get his pants off him. His pants are barely down when his cock springs free, and you donât wait before you line yourself up with him. âThere you go.â He bites his bottom lip, eyes cast down to watch himself disappear inside of you. Mingiâs thick, big, just like the rest of him. You start slowly, your hands on his shoulders to help you, his strong hands holding your hips to guide you down. You gasp, head falling back as he stretches you. âThatâs it, baby⌠fuck⌠just like that⌠you feel so good.â You slowly sink down into him, once he bottoms out you whimper and take a moment to breathe. He groans, his mouth falling open as he looks down at the spot where you two connect. You feel so full, like heâs in your throat, your hands moving down his chest and back up as you push your forehead against his. He whines, âââM not gonna last longâŚâ He whimpers, âYouâre so fuckinâ warm.â
You take that as your sign to move, slowly lifting off him and back down. Youâre wet, dripping down his shaft it only makes things easier as you slowly start to bounce on him. His fingers digging into your hips to help you move with ease. He's at the perfect angle to reach that spot deep inside you, and he hits it with precision as you grind down on him. Both of your moans mixed with heavy breathing is all you can focus on. Mingi grows needy. His hips slamming up into you. Your nails dig into his skin, as you moan and clench around him. You canât even figure out the pace while he fucks up and into you, now just holding you still. Each hard thrust makes you jolt up, your teeth raking over your bottom lip, your moans coming out strained.
âThatâsâŚ. thatâs itâŚâ He breathes heavily, âHold onto me⌠take it.â He growls.
âMy fucking rockstarâŚâ You moan, and it sends him into a frenzy. You donât process that heâs easily flipping you onto your back until youâre beneath him, his cock slipping out of you makes you whine, the feeling of emptiness making your pussy throb. Heâs so much bigger than you, itâs easy for him to put you exactly where he wants, his cock heavy against your entrance as he begins to press back into you. âM-Mingi!â You moan when he slams into you, hard. It shuts you up, takes your breath away, his hands pushing your legs apart before he starts to thrust into you at a steady pace. Those chains dangling into you just like you wanted. Everything faster and more eager. He truly looks like a rockstar, his blonde hair is messy now, his chains bouncing against his bare chest as he moved, and the way he looked down at you. Like you were something beautiful to ruin.
âI missed you so fucking much.â He growls again, pressing his full body weight onto you as his hips continue their unwavering hard thrusts. Each time it makes you cry out some kind of whimper moan or squeak . Heâs so deep again, your head is spinning, you canât stop the sounds heâs pulling from you. Your eyes clench shut as you try to hold onto him, your legs wrapping around his waist. His arms curl around you, holding you tightly beneath him as he speeds up growling and breathing heavily against your ear as he starts to come apart. Quickly at first, his pace sloppy and reckless before he buries himself deep inside you, his cum spilling into you. Your hands tighten around him, letting him know thatâs exactly where you wanted him. His hips sputtering to a slow but powerful and deep stroke. âI told you I wouldnât last longâŚâ He groans, his cock still sliding in and out of you, still driving his cum into you.
âSâokayâŚâ You whimper the feeling of him still inside of you, moving just enough to keep you on the edge. His lips press into your cheek and jaw and down your neck as he slowly pushes up from you, you still reach for him missing the warmth of him, you shiver as he pulls away, and then out of you. âMingiâ You find yourself whining, clenching around nothing.
âI wanna taste you.â He hums, his hands moving down your thighs, spreading you open as he drops his mouth down to your core, his cum slowly spilling out makes him groan, his erection already starting to come back just from the sight of you. The way you let him fill you up. âEyes on me.â
Your eyes shoot down in time to watch his tongue fall out of his mouth, and dip low, the warmth of him makes you moan as he starts to lap up your pussy, flicking his tongue over your clit. Your knees involuntarily gravitate into each other as your hips press into the mattress beneath you. Your moan is breathy and your voice quivers as he growls against you repeating the motion. He devours you like a starved man, like youâre his last meal. You squirm beneath him, youâre already sensitive and you just get more wet as he uses his tongue to make you shake beneath him. He buries his face into you, nose nudging your clit as he fucks you with his tongue, your hands find his blonde hair your fingers curling into it. You keep your eyes on him, even clouded with tears and when his eyes meet yours youâre ready to completely fall apart. âM-Mingi!â your lips tremble as he adds two fingers into your dripping cunt. His soft lips finding your clit and sucking on you like candy. He moans into you, the vibration adding to your pleasure. âIâm⌠I-â you canât think straight, not when he curls his fingers into you. Your walls clench around him as you feel yourself starting to unravel.
âCum for me.â He growls, his tongue finding your clit again as you struggle to keep your legs open for him. His free hand gripping your thigh, fingers digging into flesh as you cry out. Your orgasm ripples through you in a wave, your body hot, completely flustered and whimpering as you shake beneath him. Heâs still lapping at your clit when you start coming back down from your high. Your breathing heavy, your eyes find him, still watching you. His tongue dips lower and you whimper at how sensitive you are.
âMy rockstar.â You shiver, and he finally gives you a break. Youâre still trembling when he pulls away, a smirk on his lips as he crawls up toward you, face glistening as he finds your lips. You kiss him lazily, mostly tongue and sighs as he lingers on top of you. Nose nudging yours as he admires your post orgasm face.
âMy beautiful girl. I really did miss you.â He hums and you blush as if he wasnât just buried inside of you. âNow I wanna make you cum on my cock.â He chuckles and you giggle. Heâs already flipping you over and you bite your lip as he pulls your hips back toward him. Instinctively you shake your ass for him, arching your back and looking back as he bites his lips and uses one of his large hands to slap a cheek. You yelp, flinching but moaning, and he pulls you back toward him with ease. Matching the other side with a hard slap. You can feel his hard, thick cock hard, heavy and he slaps it against your already wet pussy before slowly pressing himself into you. His grip on your hips tightens as you moan, your mouth falling open as you feel him stretch you again. He moves slowly holding you steady as he fully bottoms out, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he watches himself disappear inside of you again. âYou feel so fucking good, baby.â He moans, slowly pulling out halfway before snapping his hips back into you. You snap forward, caught off guard and whimper. âDonât run from itâŚâ He moans slowly moving you to ride his cock, âGood girl. You take itâŚâ He moans as you start to move for him. It draws moans from you, deep and guttural as you bounce your ass against him. âYou puttinâ on a show for me?â He asks, and it only encourages you to move even more, riding him as your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you. He watches his bottom lip curled into his mouth as he watches you shake your ass and grind back into him. His hands knead and slap your ass as you move, and you whine when he slaps a little harder.
This time youâre already close, and he can tell when your pussy pulses around him. He takes control, grabbing your hips and starting to pound into you, moving to a different angle that makes you cry into the pillows beneath you. You canât even keep up with his pace anymore, and he happily holds you in place to pound into you. Both of your moans become more breathy, almost quiet except for the sound of his cock pressing into your wet pussy and skin slapping skin. You clench around him, your head getting cloudy as he pounds into you, and then one of his arms wraps around your waist, his fingers use your own arousal to coat his fingers, and roll over your clit. Your body completely shuddering and your brain going blank as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. Both of you are starting to cum, hard. Shaking, his pace unsteady and sloppy as you collapse forward, his body pressing into yours as you sob into the bed beneath you. He whimpers and grunts as he cums and you love the way his warmth fills you again. Your legs shake, your body trembling as his lips find your shoulder, his heavy breathing on the back of your neck as he still moves inside of you.
When he pulls out, he plops down on the bed beside you. Still filled with energy, somehow. It always amazes you. You thought heâd be tired from traveling but he is wide awake, or maybe that was just because he was with you. He pulls you closer to him, your head finding the crook of his neck, your arm lazily moving over his chest as you both try and catch your breath.
You stay like that for a while, bodies intertwined, both of you taking in the moment and then catching up in person. Youâre happy heâs there, a real warm body beside you. Getting to feel the way his laugh vibrates from his rib cage, getting to hold his hand. Kissing him a bonus, him kissing your forehead as you talk about work, and your friends and their drama as he listens intently. You get to hear what heâs excited for, a comeback, new hair, being back on stage in front of the fans. How much he misses you, and you him. A hot shower shared warmth and affection. You can't get enough of hearing his voice in front of you, his little accents and his beautiful smile, and his eyes. His eyes that make you melt.
Then he has to go. A tight schedule. Work. Heâs there for work and it makes you sad, but you know how much he loves his job. You cling to him until you canât anymore, kissing him deeply like itâs your last time. And though you know you'll have a few more hours with him tonight and tomorrow, it still makes your throat burn when he has to go. Your eyes prick with tears as he kisses your forehead and pouts. He looks just as sad but strong. Always strong for you.
âAfter this, meet me in Taipei." He whispers and your heart swells. âPlease. I donât wanna wait another few weeksâŚâ Even though you have to travel separately, you know youâll have your hotel bed to share when he gets there.
âOkay. Iâll meet you in Taipei.â You smile before heâs out the door.
Summary: Mingiâs strokes so good he rearranges your living room. Thatâs it. Thatâs the summary.
Warnings: idol!Mingi x grad student!f.reader, Mingiâs hips,minimal plot, cuddling, kissing,smut, MDNI!, dry humping, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, couch sex, riding, mating press, vocal Mingi, as usual I may have forgotten something.
W.C: 5k
A.N: LTF: Lovin, Touchin, Fuckin. My man told me to bring my ass home and stop straying in these streets.
Youâre bundled up on your couch like a little blanket burrito, deep into an episode of Gachiakuta when you hear the familiar beep of the keypad on your door being unlocked. You donât get up; you already know who it is given that only one other person has the code. The sound of him kicking off his shoes echoes down the short hallway, followed by the distinctive drag of his feet, that lazy shuffle he does when heâs exhausted.
âFuck, baby, whyâs it so cold in here?â Mingiâs voice carries from the hallway before he even rounds the corner. You hear him pause at the heating panel on the wall, and you can picture the exact expression on his face; that mix of concern and exasperation he gets when he thinks youâre not taking care of yourself properly. âSix degrees? Six? Are you trying to become a popsicle or something?â
âI have a heat pack and Iâm comfy. Didnât wanna get up,â you mumble from your cocoon, though the excuse sounds weak even to your own ears. The truth sits heavy between the words you donât say; that youâd been watching the utility costs climb, doing the math in your head about what you could cut back on this month.
But Mingi knows better. Heâs always known better.
You hear him drop his bag and outerwear near your bedroom door with a soft thud before his footsteps approach. Then heâs there, towering over your bundled form on the couch, his ashy silver-purple hair slightly mussed from the winter wind outside, cheeks still flushed from the cold. Thereâs something in his eyesâsoft and a little sadâthat tells you he understands exactly what youâre not saying.
âIâll handle your utilities this month,â he says matter-of-factly, already reaching down to pull you up and closer. His long fingers work to unwrap your blanket burrito with practiced ease, and you want to protest but the words die in your throat when you see his expression. âAnd before you argue, Iâm also ordering groceries this week.â
âMingi, you donât have toââ you start but his arms wrap around you, cutting off your protest.
âI want to.â He repositions you both on the couch, wrapping the blanket around your bodies together like a shared shelter, tucking it carefully around your shoulders. His warmth immediately starts to seep into your cold limbs, better than any heat pack. âYouâre my girl. Let me take care of you, yeah? Now what episode are we on?â
The finality in his tone leaves no room for arguments but itâs the gentleness in how he holds you that really makes your resistance crumble. He settles back against the couch, adjusting you more comfortably against his chest and you feel the steady thump of his heartbeat through his hoodie.
He knew your scholarship didnât cover much, the same way he knew rent wasnât cheap in Seoul, especially not in a decent neighborhood close enough to campus. Even with your on-campus departmental assistant job, you deprived yourself of a lot of things simply to save money. Youâd been so used to handling everything on your own, so accustomed to being self-sufficient since youâd moved here, that even after almost two years of dating, you still found it hard to let him do things for you. To let him in like this, past all those walls youâd built out of necessity and pride.
âI watched two without you, but I didnât really pay attention,â you admit quietly, letting yourself relax against him, breathing in his familiar scent. âWe can rewatch them.â
You donât put up a fight because you knew how Mingi could get when it came to taking care of you, stubborn and immovable as a mountain. You knew that he knew exactly why you were sitting in the cold of your apartment rather than turning the heating on, counting every won and making sacrifices you thought he wouldnât notice.
But he always noticed.
âGood,â he says, pressing a kiss to your temple.
That conversation was an hour and those two rewatched episodes agoâepisodes that neither of you pay attention to because you kept pausing to talk, to catch up on everything youâd missed in each otherâs lives. He tells you about the comeback preparations, the choreography that was killing his back, the way Yunho and Seonghwa kept stealing his and Sanâs snacks. You tell him about the grades you received for the last semester, the remote job you were struggling with and wanted to quit, the way your neighborâs cat had somehow ended up in your apartment last week.
But eventually the conversation had shifted, grew quieter, more intimate. The touches lingered longer. His hand on your thigh. Your fingers tracing patterns on his hand. The way he looked at you had changed too, darkened with want that had been building for weeks of separation.
Now the âAre you still watching?â screen on Netflix stares back at you both, forgotten and irrelevant.
You hadnât seen your boyfriend since the end of December; nearly three weeks of your relationship sustained only through phone screens and late-night video calls that always ended too soon, interrupted by his impossible schedule or the need for sleep. Youâd missed the solid warmth of him, the way he smelled like his cologne mixed with laundry detergent and something uniquely him. Missed the way his laugh sounded in person, richer and fuller than through phone speakers. Missed the weight of his gaze on you, the casual touches, the intimacy of just existing in the same space.
And as much as sitting cuddled up like this was great, as much as you wanted to savor this reunion, it was getting increasingly hard to keep things innocent.
Especially when his big hands started wandering from their safe position on your waist, rubbing slow circles on your stomach that gradually drifted lower. When his fingers started tracing the curve of your hip through your sweatpants, then growing bolder, gripping and kneading the soft flesh of your thighs with a possessiveness that made heat pool low in your belly, like he was reacquainting himself with the geography of your body.
âMingi,â you breathed, half warning, half plea and you felt his lips curve into a smile against your neck.
âMm?â The sound rumbled through his chest and into yours where you were pressed against him. âJust missed touching you, bonita. Itâs been too long.â
âYouâre distracting me from the show,â you murmur, though you make no move to stop him.
âWhat show?â His voice is already rougher, deeper than usual, vibrating against your back where youâre pressed against his chest. âItâs been asking if weâre still watching for like twenty minutes now. Just missed touching you, baby.â
And it had been. Too many weeks of aching for this, for the weight of his hands on you, for the heat of his breath against your skin.Â
His face finds the curve of your neck, lips brushing against sensitive skin, and you canât help the way you turn your body around to face him; a leg hooked over his hip as you tilt your head to give him better access. He takes immediate advantage, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point in a way that makes you gasp and arch into him. His hand finds your ass and when he squeezes, fingers digging into the soft flesh with a possessiveness that makes you shiver, you couldnât help the small sound that escaped your throat.
âMissed you so fucking much,â he murmurs against your skin between kisses, and you can feel how much he means it in the way his arms tighten around you, in the way his breathing has already gone uneven. âThree weeks is too long. Way too long.â
âI know,â you breathe, fingers threading through his soft hair, tugging gently in the way you know he likes. âI missed you too.â You continue like you both havenât gone longer without seeing each other.
âYeah?â His voice dropped lower, rough around the edges in that way that always made heat pool low in your belly. âYou missed this too?â
You nodded, not trusting your voice, and shifted against him; feeling exactly how much heâd missed you, hard and insistent against your hip.
âFuck,â he groaned, low and drawn out, his other hand coming up to thread through your freshly pressed hair, tilting your head back so he could access more of your throat. âYou have no idea how much Iâve been thinking about this. About you.â
His lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear and you gasped, fingers clutching at his shoulders. âBaby, pleaseââ
âPlease what, mama? Tell me what you need.â His teeth grazed your pulse point and you could feel your heart hammering there, could feel how he paused to feel it racing under his tongue. âUse your words.â
âNeed you,â you managed, breathless already and heâd barely touched you. âNeed you so bad.â
The groan that pulled from his chest was pure satisfaction. âThatâs my girl. Always so good for me when you remember to ask.â
One of his hands slides up under your sweater and shirtâhis sweater and tshirt, actually, ones youâd stolen months agoâhis palm hot against the small of your back, exploring skin heâs been denied access to for weeks. The other hand is still gripping your ass, pulling you harder against him and you can feel him hardening even more beneath you.
âCan Iââ he starts, but youâre already shifting so you can straddle him properly as he sits up.
âYeah,â you say, and then your mouths finally meet.
The kiss is immediately desperate, weeks of longing poured into it. His lips are soft but insistent, moving against yours like heâs trying to make up for lost time. Your hands cup his face, feeling the warmth of his flushed cheeks, while his grip your hips hard enough to bruise in the best way.
When his tongue traces your bottom lip, you open for him immediately, and the kiss deepens into something filthy and consuming. He tastes like coffee he must have had on the way over and underneath that, just him. One of your hands tangles in his hair, pulling harder now, and he groans into your mouth; a sound that goes straight through you, making you grind down against him.
âFuck,â he gasps, breaking the kiss to look at you with hooded eyes, pupils blown wide. His hands slide under your shirt properly now, pushing it up, and you help him pull it over your head. The cold air hits your skin but you barely notice because heâs looking at you like youâre everything heâs ever wanted.
âNo bra?â His thumbs brush over your nipples that were already peaked and sensitive. âYouâre so fucking beautiful. Missed these. Missed all of you. Missed seeing you like this.â
âYou know I donât like wearing any at home,â you admitted, gasping when he pinched lightly, rolling the hardened peak between his fingers. âplus, itâs winter. Whoâs gonna know with all the layers?â
âI know,â he grins as his mouth finds your collarbone, kissing and sucking marks into your skin that youâll definitely have to cover up later, but right now you donât care. Your head falls back as his lips trail lower, hands now cupping your breasts as he continues to pinch your nipples in a way that makes you whimper.
âMingi, pleaseââ
âI got you, baby,â he murmurs against your skin. âGonna take care of you.â
He moves one hand to your hip to pull you flush against him and then his mouth is on you, hot and wet, tongue circling one nipple while his fingers work the other. Youâre grinding against him properly now, seeking friction, and heâs meeting your movements, hips rolling up to meet yours.
The layers between you are too much, too frustrating. You need more, need him closer, needâ
âOff,â you manage, tugging at his hoodie, and he pulls back just long enough to yank it over his head along with the shirt underneath. Then his hands are on you again, pulling you back flush against his bare chest, skin to skin finally, and the contact feels so good you could cry.
You kiss him again, slower this time but no less intense, pouring everything you feel into it. Love and want and need and come home and I missed you and please donât leave again. His hands map your body like heâs relearning every curve, every sensitive spot that makes you gasp or shiver.
âMingiââ His name came out broken, desperate.
âGod, I love the way you say my name like that. Like you need me. Do you need me, baby?â
âNeed you,â you whisper against his lips, and you feel him shudder.
âYeah, okay, fuckââ His hands move to the waistband of your sweatpants, fingers dipping inside, and you lift up enough for him to slide them down along with your underwear.
The blanket has long since fallen away, forgotten on the floor, but you donât need it anymore. Not with the heat building between you, not with the way heâs touching you like heâs been starving for it.
His fingers find you already wet, and he groans at the discovery. âYouâre soaked. All this for me?â
âThree weeks,â you remind him breathlessly, rocking into his touch. âThree weeks of just my hand and thinking about you.â
âFuck, bonita,â he breathes, circling your clit in slow, deliberate strokes that have you trembling. âTell me what you thought about.â
âThis,â you manage. âYour hands, your mouth, how youâahâhow you feel inside me.â
He rewards you by sliding two fingers inside, and the stretch makes you moan loud enough that you briefly worry about your neighbors before you stopped caring entirely. He curled his fingers, finding that spot inside you that made your vision go hazy, and set a rhythm that had you clutching at his shoulders.
âThatâs it, baby. Let me hear you.â His thumb found your clit and you nearly sobbed. âLet me hear how good I make you feel. Missed these sounds so much. Used to replay the videos you sent me every night, you know that? Every night on tour, every night away from you, wishing it were my fingers inside you instead of yours.â
The image of him touching himself to videos of you made everything feel hotter, tighter. âMin, Iâmââ
He works you open carefully, thoroughly, fingers curling to continuously hit that spot that makes your thighs shake, thumb still working your clit. You bury your face in his neck, breathing hard, hands gripping his broad shoulders for support as he builds you higher and higher.
âThatâs it, baby,â he murmurs encouragingly. âLet me hear you. Missed those pretty sounds you make. Itâs been too long since Iâve heard them in person.â
Youâre close, embarrassingly close already but before you can tip over that edge, you pull back. âNo, waitâŚwant to come with you. Need you inside me.â
His eyes darken impossibly further and he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact. The sight of it, the hungry look in his eyes, nearly undoes you on the spot.
âMissed your taste too,â he says, voice absolutely wrecked. âMissed everything about you.â
You make quick work of his sweatpants, shoving them down just enough to free him, and then heâs there, hard and heavy in your hand. Heâs already leaking and when you stroke him once, twice, his head falls back against the wall with a thud, and the sight made your mouth water.
âNext time,â you promise, twisting your hand around him and earning a sharp hiss of pleasure. âNext time I want you in my mouth.â
âFuck, donâtâŚdonât say shit like that right now or this is gonna be over way too fast.â He catches your wrist gently, stilling your movement. âItâs been too long, baby. I need to be inside you. Need it so bad.â
âNow,â you say, positioning yourself over him. âPlease, baby, now.â
His hands grip your hips, guiding you as you sink down onto him slowly, both of you groaning at the sensation. Itâs been too long, and the stretch of him filling you is almost overwhelming.
âOh fuck, oh fuck,â Mingiâs head lifts off the wall slightly to look at you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. âSo tight. So perfect. Fuck, you feel like heaven. Missed this,â he gasps, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips and ass. âMissed you. Missed being inside you.â
You took him fully, settling in his lap, and paused to adjust to the stretch, to the fullness of having him inside you again after so long. His hands roamed your back, your sides, pulling you close so your foreheads pressed together.
âOkay?â he murmured, and despite the strain in his voice, despite how you could feel him twitching inside you with the need to move, he waited for your signal.
âYeah,â you breathed. âPerfect. Youâre perfect.â
âThen move for me, baby. Show me how much you missed this cock. Wanna watch you ride me.â
You start to move, rolling your hips in slow, deep grinds that have both of you breathing hard. His hands guide you up and down, finding a rhythm together, relearning each otherâs bodies. Every slide of him inside you feels incredible, hitting deep, the angle perfect from this position; it makes stars burst behind your eyelids, and when you cry out, he does it again, harder.
âThere it is,â he praises, voice rough and breathless. âRight there, yeah? Thatâs the spot?â
âYes, fuck, yes, right thereââÂ
âThatâs my good girl. Taking me so well. Look at you.â One of his hands comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing over your kiss-swollen lips. âLook at how beautiful you are when youâre riding my cock. Wish you could see yourself. Wish you could see what I see.â
He leans forward to capture your mouth in another searing kiss, swallowing your moans as you ride him faster, chasing the pleasure building in your core. One of his hands slides between your bodies to find your clit again, rubbing tight circles that make you clench around him.
âFuck, yes, just like that,â he breathes against your lips. âYou feel so good, so perfect. Taking me so well.â His words make you clench around him and he groans, low and long. âFuck, do that again. Love feeling you squeeze me like that.â
You did, deliberately this time, and his hips bucked up involuntarily, driving him deeper. The rhythm was getting faster now, more desperate, the slap of skin on skin mixing with your combined moans and the creak of the couch beneath you.
âMore,â you whimpered and felt him smile against your skin.
âGreedy girl. I love it. Love you.â He nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue. âLove how you get like this for me. So needy. So perfect.â
The praise sends heat coursing through you, spurring you on. You grip his hair tighter, pulling his head back so you can kiss down his throat, biting and sucking marks into his neck the way he did to you, not caring about his upcoming schedule,if he had any.His hips start thrusting up to meet you, driving deeper, and the change in intensity makes you cry out.
âThatâs my girl,â he groans. âLet me hear you. Donât hold back.â
âMin, baby, Iâm closeââ
âI know, baby, I can feel it. Can feel you getting tighter. But not yet, okay? Just a little longer. Want to make this last.â His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles that made your thighs shake. âWant to feel you for as long as possible.â
âMingiâŚbaby,â
âYou can take it. Youâre doing so good for me, mama. So fucking good.â His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling your mouth to his for another messy, desperate kiss. âJust a little more. Can you do that for me?â
You nodded but even as good as it feels, the angle isnât quite enough. You need more, need him deeper, needâ
He seems to read your mind, because suddenly heâs shifting, movements purposeful and hungry with need.
âHold on,â he murmurs, and then in one smooth motion heâs lifting you, pulling out only long enough to flip you both. Your back hits the couch cushions and heâs above you, those broad shoulders blocking out the world, making everything narrow down to just this, just him. âWant to see your face. Need to see you when you come.â
He hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, and when he pushes back inside you from this angle, you both moan at how impossibly deep he goes. The angle makes you cry out; he was so deep like this, hitting spots that made you see stars. âNeed to fuck you properly. Need to hear you scream my name.â
Then he was moving, and God, he wasnât holding back anymore. Each thrust was hard and deep and purposeful, driving into you with a force that had the couch protesting beneath you, had you clutching at his back, nails digging into his skin.
âGod, fuck, MingiââÂ
âFuck, yes, just like thatââ Heâs panting, each word punctuated by a thrust. âSo good, baby. Taking me so fucking well. Love watching your face when Iâm this deep. Love hearing those sounds you makeââ
The sounds you were making were obscene, high-pitched whimpers and moans that you couldnât control, couldnât hold back even if you tried. And from the way Mingi was groaning in response, he didnât want you to.
This is what you needed. This intensity, this closeness, him taking control and giving you exactly what youâve been craving for three agonizing weeks. Each thrust hits that spot inside you that makes your vision white out, and youâre already so close, wound so tight you might break apart.
âLouder, bonita. Let the whole building know whoâs making you feel this good. Let them hear who you belong to.â
âMingi, fuckkk, Mingiââ His name was a chant, a prayer, the only word you could remember.
âLook at me,â he commands, and when your eyes meet his, the intimacy of it, the love and want you see reflected there, steals your breath. âThatâs it, babyâŚthatâs my girl. Want to see those pretty eyes when I make you come.â
Heâs driving into you with a force that has the couch protesting beneath you, the frame creaking, and you swear you can feel it shifting across the floor. But you canât focus on that, not when heâs hitting so deep, not when his fingers find your clit again and start rubbing in time with his thrusts.
âFuck, you sound so pretty when you say my name like that. Say it again.â
âMingi, please baby, I needâŚI need toââ
âI know, I can feel you,â he groans and he does look wrecked, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, lips swollen from kissing, eyes dark and desperate. His angle shifted slightly and you nearly screamed. âRight there? That what you need?â
âYes! Oh god, yes, please donât stopââ
âNot stopping. Never stopping. Gonna fuck you until you canât remember your own name, until the only thing you can remember is mine.â
The couch was definitely moving now, you could feel it sliding with each powerful thrust, but you couldnât bring yourself to care. Not when he was filling you so perfectly, not when every nerve ending was on fire, not when his fingers found your clit again andâ
âCome for me, mama.â he commanded, voice strained with his own need. âCome on my cock, baby. Let me feel it. Let me feel you fall apart for me.â
It only takes a few more thrusts, a few more circles of his fingers, and then youâre shattering, back arching off the couch as pleasure crashes through you in waves. You cry out his name, clenching around him, and he fucks you through it, prolonging your orgasm until youâre shaking and oversensitive.
âFuck yes, thatâs it; fuck, you feel so good, so fucking goodââ His rhythm falters, becoming erratic. âGonna come, baby. GonnaâŚwhere?â
âInside,â you managed, still riding the aftershocks. âWant to feel you. Want you to come inside me. Want all of you.â
That permission is all he needs. He buries himself deep with a groan that sounded like it was torn from his chest, and you feel him come, spilling hot inside you, face buried in your neck as his whole body shudders.
For a long moment, you both just stay like that, breathing hard, hearts racing, tangled together in the aftermath. His weight on top of you feels grounding, perfect, and you run your fingers through his sweaty hair, pressing kisses to his temple.
âFuck,â he finally managed, voice hoarse. âFuck, I love you.â
âLove you too,â you whispered, holding him close. âMissed you,â you whisper again because itâs all you can think to say, the truest thing you know.
âMissed you more,â he murmurs back, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.Â
You stay like that for a moment longer, neither of you quite ready to move, to break the connection. When he finally did pull out, you both wince at the sensitivity, and he collapses beside you on the couch, immediately pulling you into his arms.
Thatâs when you become aware of something odd. The angle of the room looks different somehow. The TV seems farther away than it should be. You both turned your heads at the same time, taking in the couchâs new position; a solid three feet across the floor from where it started, leaving visible drag marks on your area rug.
Thereâs a beat of stunned silence as you both process this.
Then you both burst into laughter, the kind that shakes your whole body and makes your stomach hurt, the kind thatâs contagious and impossible to stop. You bury your face in his chest, shoulders shaking, while his own laughter wheezes out in that high-pitched way that always makes you laugh even harder. The shift from intense intimacy to this moment of absurdity is so jarring that it makes it even funnier.Â
âOh my god, baby!â you gasped between giggles, smacking his chest weakly. âYou literally moved my furniture! You fucked me so hard you rearranged my living room.â
He was laughing just as hard, that beautiful, uninhibited sound that you loved, his whole face scrunched up with it. âHey, hey now,â he protested, though he could barely get the words out. âThatâs not just on me! Thatâs a team effort right there. Thatâs what happens when weâre bothâŚweâre both putting in the work. Yâknow, teamwork makes the dream work, baby. We should get a medal or some shit.â
You dissolve into fresh giggles, smacking him again. âYouâre the one who was going at it like you were trying to drill through my floor! Like you were on a mission.â
âAnd werenât you pulling on my hair like you were trying to scalp me?â He catches your wrist, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles, eyes dancing with mirth. âBesides, Iâd say the results speak for themselves. Whenâs the last time regular sex came with a free furniture rearrangement service? Iâm basically doing you a favor. Helping you redecorate. Very boyfriend of me.â
âYouâre ridiculous,â you say but youâre grinning so wide your cheeks hurt and heâs looking at you with such open affection that it made your chest feel warm and full.The apartment doesnât feel cold anymore, hasnât felt cold since he walked through the door. Not with him here, not with this warmth between you that has nothing to do with the heating heâd turned on earlier.Â
âA little bit, but you love me anyway,â he says, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead. âEven when I get too enthusiastic and redecorate your apartment mid-sex.â
âEspecially then,â you admitted, snuggling into his chest. You trace idle patterns on his chest, feeling his heartbeat gradually slow under your palm. âThough Iâm not sure âsex so good it moves furnitureâ was on my list of relationship goals.â
âWell, it shouldâve been.â He grins.
âWe should probably move it back,â you say eventually, though neither of you make any move to get up. âAnd move to the bedroom before youâre ready for another round.â
âIn a minute,â Mingi mumbles, his arms tightening around you as he settles his weight more comfortably against you, pulling the forgotten blanket from the floor to drape over your cooling bodies. âNot done holding you yet. Three weeks of missed cuddles to make up for. Thatâs a serious deficit, and besides, I kind of like it here. New perspective on your living room. Very feng shui.â
âThatâs not what feng shui means.â
âSounds like something someone with bad feng shui would say,â he teases, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
You roll your eyes but youâre smiling, fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. âNext time maybe we should just use the bed like normal people.â
His laugh rumbles through his chest and into yours where youâre pressed together. âWhereâs the fun in that, mama? Whereâs the adventure? Besides, Iâm pretty sure your bed canât slide across the floor.â He pauses, then adds with theatrical seriousness, âThough I guess we could test that theory. You know. For science. Just think of all the other furniture we havenât christened yet. The possibilities are endless.â
âOh my god, stop,â you groan, but youâre laughing again, and yeah, you definitely missed this. Missed him. Missed this exact feeling of being completely comfortable and completely happy and completely yourself with someone who loved every part of you. Missed the way he takes care of you even when you donât ask, the way he makes you feel safe enough to let go.
âNever,â he promised, kissing the top of your head. âNever stopping. Youâre stuck with me forever.â
And as you lay there in his arms, the couch askew, your body deliciously sore and your heart so full it might burst, you think that being stuck with Song Mingi forever sounds just about perfect.
i SAW mike wheeler's lingering stare at will's d&d binder, and i SAW as he gently ran his finger down the spine of BOTH his and will's binders. I SAW THAT. don't you dare tell me he didn't love him
conformitygate is only possible with byler happening like i thought it was common knowledge. without byler it would be just the shitty ending we saw on new year's eve.
i hope one day that mike wheeler figures it out. even if heâs twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years old. i hope he figures it out, and he doesnât just accept himself but embraces himself for who he truly is. because he deserves the kind of joy that you can experience when you finally know and understand and love yourself. maybe it will take him some time to come to terms with it, but i hope one day he finally finds his way back to himself.
some of us are late bloomers, but we found our way home regardless. i hope he does too.
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