pairing: tutor!Mingyu & it girl!reader
genre & warnings: smut so minors dni 😁, afab reader, reader's kinda ditzy and gyu's a pathetic loser (lustfully), public sex (it happens in a library naur DSFKSDFK)
synopsis: oh no, your nerdy tutor's hot.
word count: 1.8k
a/n: uhhhhh im in heat. i've had this in the drafts since he posted those damn pictures. i am not free.
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“So, you need to ace two midterms to bring your grade to the goal we set at the beginning of the semester.” Mingyu tells you matter-of-factually, genuinely concerned that you’d forgotten your own goal. He continues speaking, telling you the outline of the unit you’ll be studying while you nod along almost mindlessly. Well, totally mindlessly– but it’s not your fault!
You see, when one of your friends suggested you get a tutor– to which you desperately agreed– you didn’t exactly expect the one you’d get.
Mingyu was all shy, kind smiles and polite, appropriate behavior when he first met you– until now, actually. He still can’t seem to sit so closely next to you without being nervous, nor accidentally touch you by grazing his hand against yours or his thick, meaty thigh against your own without his breath hitching and that adorable pink dusting his cheeks. He also seems to have trouble keeping his eyes off you, specifically how good your chest looks in those cute tops you’re always wearing, but he’s quick to avert his gaze and continue teaching you.
And now...Well now he’s just a blur of pink hearts in your eyes and his voice is just a nice soothing hum in the background while you admire him when you should really be listening to whatever he’s saying beside you. It would be a bold-faced lie to say you didn’t have an inkling of a crush on him. Yeah, sure, he’s a bit nerdy, losery, really– but god, would you look at that face and those arms and that goddamn body? It doesn’t help that he chose to wear a deliciously-fitting black polo shirt and some black jeans today, topped off by those delicate metal-framed glasses framing his beautiful face.
Who the hell could focus on studying with that?
You absolutely cannot, and Mingyu can easily tell. So, in a last ditch effort to maintain his composure (because god, you look so cute with that little smile on your face and your eyes all glazed over), Mingyu clears his throat and scoots closer to you, closer than he’s ever braved. He taps your shoulder twice to get your attention before sighing, “Y/N, are you even listening to me?”
You nod, blinking innocently at him, “Uh-huh, I have to... pass two midterms and all that.”
Mingyu clicks his tongue, bringing up a hand to run through his hair. The action makes you clench your thighs and lick your lips; Mingyu notices this but only shakes his head in frustration. His voice drops, deep and husky and making goosebumps on your skin rise in its wake. “Ace. You have to ace these midterms if you want to even make a dent on your average.”
You remove your cheek from resting on your fist and use that same hand to pat his. You croon, voice sweet as you stroke that large, veiny hand of his, trying your best not to think about what he does and can do with it “I know, gyu, I know. Do you not have faith in me or something? Why are you so tense, baby?”
There he goes again, breath hitching at your touch and the pet name. Now it’s his turn lick his lips, eyeing your own before flitting up to your eyes. You were fucking batting your eyelashes at him and Mingyu felt like he was gonna combust.
“N-nothing, I’d just really hate for all this studying to be for naught.” That makes you giggle. Mingyu isn’t sure why but it does and suddenly his pants are tightening around him. He clears his throat again, fixing his unmoved glasses. He watches you with wide eyes as you lean forward, your low-cut top doing nothing to hide your cleavage, some lace peeking out.
“Eyes up here, babyboy,” You lift his Chin up with a finger, smirking at his flustered state. Your other hand finds his thigh, the thick and firm muscle tensing underneath your touch. Batting your eyelashes at him, your smile turns sweeter. “Do you think I'm pretty, Gyugyu?”
Mingyu blinks up at you; he processes your words rather slowly. He opens his mouth to answer but you’re already pouting by then, puppy-eyes making his chest warm and his heart flutter. As if on instinct, Mingyu’s hand reaches out to get a hold on your waist; Your eyebrows raise at his sudden confidence. “You are-! No, I mean I do! Wait-”
He cuts himself off with a gasp; in his ramble-y haze, he didn’t notice your fingers unbuttoning his pants and unzipping it. His heart hammers against his chest as he watches you palm the growing bulge in his underwear, but a rustle from a few shelves over startles him.
“Y/N, someone will see-!” you shush him with a kiss, and Mingyu has to bite back a moan when you slip your hand into his underwear, hand wrapping around his fully hard cock and using the precum leaking from his tip.
It’s like he’s in a haze, all logic thrown out of the window. His hand travels from your waist to your thigh, sneaking past the hem of your skirt. He squeezes lightly; you respond with a kiss to his jaw, whispering lowly, “it’s okay, baby, Don’t worry.”
You rest your head against his shoulder, muffling yourself against his shirt when he squeezes your thigh once again, firmer and closer to where you needed him most this time. Gyu presses the pads of his fingers against your clothed heat, gasping when wetness seeps through the cotton. “you’re so wet,” he whispers, breath hot on your ear.
Smiling against his neck, you start to pump him faster, loosening your grip when you go up and tightening when you go down. His low whines are music to your ears, but you can’t have him being noisy so you shift yourself and capture his lips with yours.
Mingyu moans into the kiss as you continue pumping him, now emboldened to push your panties to the side and push a finger into your tight heat. He feels your wetness gush out, the palm of his hand getting stickier and warmer. His thumb finds your clit and rubs it as he pumps you, adding a second finger when you start to rut against him. Gyu shifts in his seat; He brings his free hand into the mix, thumb leaving your clit before quickly replacing it with said free hand’s fingers.
You jump at the contact, moaning against his lips when he quickens his pace. Heat pools in your abdomen, toes curling at the stimulation you’re receiving– you know you’re not too far from your orgasm. So you stop, completely pulling away from Mingyu before standing up.
He watches in bewilderment as you swing one leg over his lap, effectively straddling him. His hands find your hips, stopping you from lining up his leaking cock from your entrance. Mingyu nervously looks around. “W-we might get caught, Y/N-”
You react quickly. A pout once again finds your glossy lips and your eyes widen innocently, eyebrows knitting together to top off the look. Your arms circle around his neck and you arch your back, pulling his face until it’s almost mushed against your tits. “Just trust me, Gyuyu. Please? I need you so bad, babyboy.”
Again, all logic is thrown out the window. Mingyu simply cannot deny you, not when you look so cute and your cunt’s literally dripping on his dick– he can feel how wet and warm you are and it’s just fucking with his nerdy, pretty head. When is he ever gonna get laid like this again?
“Do you have a condom then? I’m clean but-” he really wishes you’d stop interrupting him, but he doesn’t complain.
“We don't need one, Gyugyu,” you hum before pecking his lips. “I'm clean and on the pill... and I just really want you to fill me up with your cum already.”
With a nod, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes you down onto him. Mingyu watches as you throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mouth opening as you take all of him. Looking down, he sees how your cunt stretches to accommodate all of him, your tightness hugging him so snugly that he wonders how you’re supposed to bounce on top of him.
His dark jeans turn even darker as it’s soaked up by your juices, but he can’t even think of complaining. Not when you’re pulling him even closer, his face now buried into your cleavage. His glasses pressing against his face would usually be so uncomfortable if his dick wasn’t getting sucked in so good by your walls. You start moving your hips, swiveling and stretching yourself even further– Mingyu feels your chest vibrate with the noises you’re trying to hold in.
You finally start bouncing, and Mingyu understands why you basically trapped his face between your tits. You’re fucking gripping him, soaking him, and just fucking him so good he can already feel his abs contracting as his orgasm builds up. If your tits weren’t muffling him and reminding him to be quiet, he’d be babbling and whining so loudly you’d be caught in no time. Mingyu knows he won’t last long with how fucking good you feel around him.
You can feel him twitching inside you and tensing up underneath you. He has an iron grip on your hip; You Don’t need him to tell you that he’s close. The mere thought of Gyu cumming inside you has you grinning, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the blunt head of his cock nudges at the spot that has your toes curling in bliss. In your haze, you pant out to him. “Touch me, Gyu. F-fuck, please.”
His fingers find your clit, rubbing the nub quickly. Mingyu stifles a groan when you clamp down around him. He barely processes as his orgasm washes over him, his cum filling you up with every spurt.
The feeling of his release inside you combined with his frantic rubbing on your clit triggers your own orgasm. Your body stills on top of him but your mind and your mouth, in your haze, ramble on lowly. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Hah, that’s it, cum inside me, Gyu. Fuck me so fucking full of your cum, oh god. So full, ngh, so fucking full...”
Gyu holds you against him as you calm down, slumping your body against his and your head resting on his shoulder, absentmindedly peppering his neck and cheek with kisses. “Gyugyu...” you mumble, head filled with cotton and hearts swimming in your eyes as you look up at his side profile. “Gyugyu, I think you’re pretty too.”
He rubs your back soothingly, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips and the red on his cheeks deepening. “Thank you, Y/N.” he pulls away slightly to look at you, stricken by your afterglow beauty and the way you’re looking at him so fondly. “D’you... Do you think you’d focus better if we studied in your apartment?”
summary: reader thinks it’s fun to troll her buddy, mingyu, for being all big and strong. and it is! except at some point it turns out maybe she’s not just teasing and they’re both into it (and each other)
pairing: mingyu x female reader
word count: ~8.6k (dear god, they keep getting longer and whyyyyy???)
genre: smut, friends to lovers
contains: adult content (18+), unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f. receiving), manual stimulation (m. and f. receiving), size kink, strength kink, dirty talk and coarse language, jealousy, possessiveness, teasing/trolling, petnames
shoutout to @hotgirlmingyu for looking this over for me when i was having a bit of an asdgasdhgjafs, does this suck??? moment.
Mingyu was a big guy.
He just was, in the sense that most people looked and would be considered small in comparison to him. He was tall and broad-shouldered with biceps that broadcasted his strength and pecs that, unless he was wearing an actual coat or any sort of puffy, ill-fitting top were impossible to miss. You hadn’t seen his abs, but you would guess that his torso was as fit as the rest of him.
All of which was to say that it wasn’t news that he was either large or strong. For the most part, though, it had become a sort of…background noise. Like, the sky was blue, fire was hot, water was wet, and Mingyu was big. When you’d first met, sure, it had maybe made you a little weak-kneed because you felt honest-to-God tiny and delicate next to him. And okay, yeah, he was also obviously a very good-looking man. You had eyes.
You and he had slipped into a friendship, though, and so the crush (in your own thoughts, you could admit it) sort of faded away in favor of an easy back and forth, playful friendship. Which was probably why you felt so comfortable teasing him after it happened.
It, in this case, being you catching him flexing and essentially puffing out his chest – preening, really – for the barista at the coffee shop where you were meant to be meeting him. You stayed back for several moments, just watching him show off and grin at the reaction of the poor barista who was visibly flustered, shaking your head and trying not to laugh at his antics. Eventually, though, you a) wanted coffee and b) couldn’t resist the urge to give him a hard time.
Smiling widely, you walked up behind Mingyu, sliding your arm through his and letting your hand wrap around his bicep, cooing up at him. “You’re so strong, baby.” You ignored the choked noise he made in favor of turning your attention to the barista and lowering your voice as if to commiserate. “Is he giving you a hard time? I’m so sorry. He’s hot and he knows it.”
The barista laughed and assured you that he wasn’t and that it was okay, smiling shyly at you as she gently slid the two drinks across the counter toward you and Mingyu.
You thanked her and passed Mingyu his before grabbing your own, then finding yourself being dragged away by the arm still – oops! – linked through his. Carefully holding the coffee in your other hand because you did not want to wear it, you pursed your lips and pulled your arm from his as soon as the two of you were outside and there was the space to separate.
“Gyu, geeze,” you half-grumbled, half-laughed.
“Don’t ‘Gyu, geeze,’ me,” came his response as he moved to stand in front of you and looked down at you, his expression somewhere between amused and confused. “What was that?”
Lips pressed to the lid of your coffee, you hummed as you took a sip and gave him your most innocent, wide-eyed, fluttering lashes look. “Hmm?”
He scoffed, but the twitch of his lips belied his good humor. “Oh, are we doing that now?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure, baby,” he crooned, grinning when your response was to start coughing, glaring up at him, and smacking your own chest. “You okay there?”
You held your hand up in the universal shush symbol until you were able to recover from the whole being-provoked-into-inhaling-your-coffee thing. Once you had control over yourself again, you were able to speak. “Maybe wait until I’m not in the middle of swallowing next time?”
Mingyu smirked.
It took you a moment but then you rolled your eyes and bit back a smile. “I seriously can’t take you anywhere. Rein it in,” you said, giving his chest a soft push and gesturing behind him with your chin, reminding him that you were meant to be walking. “It’s too early for innuendo and we’re going to be late.”
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A couple of days later, you ran into Mingyu at the gym.
You must have missed each other when you initially came in and headed straight for the group HIIT class, but the sound of your name being called across the room as you exited the smaller group room into the main area was unmistakable. Your head turned toward the voice and your lips curved into a smile when you recognized him, seeing a matching smile on his face and Seungcheol standing next to him, hand raised in greeting.
Of course you moved to join them at the weight bench and, as you and Seungcheol settled into a conversation, Mingyu went right back into lifting. Every so often, his grunts would tear your attention away from Seungcheol and you’d find yourself glancing over at him.
Clearly he had been there a while, given the way his body was basically glistening with sweat, his hair wet and sticking to his temples. Despite yourself, your gaze caught on and watched a drop of sweat sliding down his neck, disappearing into his shirt. Which really just brought to your attention to the fact that the shirt was sleeveless, your eyes focusing on the flex and release of his muscles as he pressed the weights over his head.
Jesus, he was distracting.
Seungcheol cleared his throat and you turned back to him, forcing a neutral expression onto your face. “Don’t even say it.”
His lips quirked at the corners and he raised both hands. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Your eyes say so much that the words aren’t even necessary.”
“I can’t control my eyes. You should be able to empathize with that, shouldn’t you?” There was just enough emphasis in his words and just enough knowing in his gaze to make you shift from foot to foot.
“I –”
“What are you guys even talking about?” Mingyu asked, placing the bar on the rests and turning on the bench to face you and Seungcheol, his brows pulled together.
“She was just –”
“We were just talking about how big your arms are,” you cut Seungcheol off, moving to stand in front of Mingyu and widening your eyes exaggeratedly. When in doubt, apparently your new MO was to go for over-the-top and excessive – so much so that there was no way he or anyone else could take it seriously. You purposefully let your gaze sweep over the length of his biceps and forearms, then drifted to his chest. “And your pecs. God, Gyu.”
Seungcheol snorted – he actually snorted – behind you.
Mingyu, though, looked back and forth between you and Seungcheol, like he wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or to be suspicious. “T-Thanks. I, uh, I work hard,” he said, running a hand through his hair, and he might actually have been blushing.
Which was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen, honestly.
You grinned and reached forward to squeeze his shoulder. “I can tell, baby,” you cooed down at him. “I bet you could even bench press me.” You continued the tease, then let go and stepped back. If you felt butterflies in your belly at the sight of Mingyu’s mouth dropping open and the heat that flashed in his eyes in response or the brief mental image you got of him doing exactly that… you would take that with you to the grave.
Giving yourself a mental shake, you glanced over at Seungcheol then back at Mingyu. “Well! I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you two around, okay?”
“Wait –” Mingyu started, rising from the bench and taking a step toward you.
Seungcheol just looked amused and you fucking knew he was going to call you later with questions. “See you.”
“Bye!” You called out, already walking toward the exit. You had to get out of there before you thought too long or hard about why Mingyu’s response to the teasing affected you the way it did.
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The expected phone call with Seungcheol went something like this:
“So, you’ve got a thing for Mingyu, huh?”
“I absolutely do not have a - a thing for Mingyu.”
Seungcheol chuckled and you could practically hear his smirk across the line. “You wanna try that again, maybe without the stuttering? I might actually believe you then.”
You flushed and gritted your teeth, grateful he couldn’t see the pink in your cheeks. “I do not have a thing for Mingyu. I have a thing for fucking with Mingyu.”
“Eye-fucking him, maybe,” Seungcheol countered, voice filled with mirth, absolutely at your expense.
“Okay, first of all, I am a woman who is attracted to men and I have eyes. If you were the one in the sleeveless top, sweating and grunting in exertion, lifting God only knows how many pounds, I would’ve been looking at you, too,” you argued, definitely not defensive. Nope.
Not at all.
“You’ve seen me doing exactly that many, many times, and I don’t recall you ever looking at me like you wanted to –”
“Stop! Right there,” you protested in a rush. “Mingyu and I are friends.”
His sigh was loud and his tone was clearly exasperated when he replied. “If you say so.”
“I do say so.”
“Okay.”
“Okay. Fine. Glad we sorted that out.”
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The next time you saw Mingyu was at a picnic for your whole friend group. You knew he was already there when you pulled into the parking lot, so you texted him for help bringing the drinks and food you’d brought from your car to the spot everyone had set up at.
You were leaning into your open trunk, switching things from bag to bag in order to consolidate and make for the fewest trips, when he came up behind you and grabbed your hips, leaning over you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Whatcha doing?”
Nearly jumping – and you would have if his body wasn’t basically covering yours and his hands weren’t holding your body in place – you let out a startled gasp, heart hammering in your chest before you realized it was him. “What –”
“Easy there,” you heard him say softly into your ear before the hands on your hips squeezed gently, “It’s just me.” Mingyu then released you and drew back, coming to rest on the bumper of your car, looking wholly pleased with himself.
“Mingyu, I swear to God – Just for that, you get to carry the heavy stuff!” You gave yourself several moments for your heart to stop racing and for the blood to stop rushing through your head, body still trying to work its way past the initial startle. Deliberately not allowing yourself to think about anything else – namely, the way your body had reacted to that squeeze of your hips with him pressed up behind you.
That was just biology, anyway.
Or something like that.
Mingyu laughed and his smile widened. “Worth it.”
You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at him, trying not to let your lips twich and betray your own enjoyment. His good humor was contagious, but there was a point to be made here!
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry!” As he stood back up, he held his hands out. “Load me up.”
Your smile was wicked when you hefted the cooler full of beverages into his arms, then plopped several bags down on top of it. “That’s not too much for you, is it?” you asked as sweetly as could be. “Not too heavy?” You grabbed the one remaining bag, that one carrying bags of chips and clearly the lightest of the bunch, and pulled the trunk closed.
He shook his head and lifted the cooler higher, not looking like he was exerting himself too much, but you did feel a little bad.
“Are you sure? Because I was just messing with you and I really can –”
“No,” he said with another shake of his head and turning away when you reached out to grab for one or more of the bags. “I’ve got it, I promise. You brought it here, the least I can do is carry it.”
And he really did.
When you got to the area where everyone else was and Mingyu placed the cooler on the ground, you came up behind him, rested your palm against his shoulder blade, and couldn’t help yourself. You said, “Thank you, baby. I don’t know how I would’ve carried all of that without you. You’re just so much stronger than me,” then dropped the bag of chips onto the picnic table and walked over to greet the others, leaving him to stare after you and not looking back to see the mix of emotions play across his face.
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After that, it just became a habit for you to point out how big he was, how strong whenever the opportunity presented itself, sometimes on purpose and sometimes just because – now that you had started actively noticing again, you noticed.
Like the time a couple of the guys and you, including Mingyu, had got caught in the rain after lunch at a restaurant near your place. Since your apartment was closer and nobody had any pressing plans, you decided to just run there and hide out until the rain let up. You changed into a set of dry clothes and handed the guys dry shirts – you couldn’t do much about their pants, but you definitely had some oversized shirts lying around. In your defense, it wasn’t as though you intentionally gave him a shirt that his torso stretched so much that it was a miracle it didn’t tear. It was just the biggest shirt you had and, breasts or not, they were no match for his broad shoulders.
“Oh,” you’d said a little breathlessly as you watched him try to squeeze into it and fought to pull it down to cover his upper body. “I, uh, fuck. You’re big.” The damned shirt left his belly bared and lord have mercy, but you couldn’t look away from his abs. They really were as fit as the rest of him.
You watched as a shiver seemed to run through him and heard his breathing pick up pace, which was enough to shake you out of your stupor and into action. “Shit, you’re still cold, right? Hold on. I think I ended up with one of my ex’s hoodies after the break-up!”
You’d managed to grab said hoodie from your closet and toss it at him before escaping into the living room where the rest of the guys were watching some action movie.
A mischievous voice in the back of your head was the reason for the lion’s share of the instances, though.
Including the time you decided you wanted to rearrange your living room on a random Saturday morning. The two of you were standing in your living room and you purposefully bit at your lower lip, giving him your best doe eyes and asked him so nicely, “Gyu? Can you help me move my couch? It’s just so heavy and it’s way too big for me to move, but I know how strong you are and I just – can you?”
He had squeezed his eyes shut and you watched the rise and fall of his shoulders as he appeared to take a very deep breath before opening his eyes and smiling kindly over at you. “Sure! Where do you want it?”
Oof. There was a question your brain chose to interpret in the absolutely wrong way. Were you teasing him with this or were you torturing yourself? Probably both, but fuck if you could stop.
“Uh, over – over there, please.”
“There?” he asked, gesturing, and you nodded. He took a step toward the couch, looking back at you over his shoulder and you could have sworn his gaze flickered down to your lips. “Okay, baby. If that’s where you want it, that’s where you’ll get it.”
You really hoped he didn't see – or hear – your reaction to the endearment or the ease with which he moved the heavy couch across the floor. The way your breath hitched in your throat or the way you chewed at your lower lip, traitorous body clenching around nothing. And you couldn’t exactly complain because a) you’d started it, b) you actually really didn’t want him to stop.
Which was absolutely something you needed to unpack later.
Time to brazen it out again, apparently. You walked up to Mingyu and hugged him from the back as he settled the couch into its new location. “Thank you,” you said breezily, forced though the nonchalance may be. “You’re my own, personal Superman.”
The doorbell signaled the arrival of your other friends, pulling your attention (and arms) from Mingyu as you went to answer the door.
Some small part of you was aware you may be playing with fire, but the larger part of you almost wanted to get burned.
Not that you would, of course. Because you two really were just friends.
You were.
And so it continued.
You needed something from a tall shelf? You asked him to get it for you and gushed over him when he handed it to you.
You were playing a game of soccer in the park and he kicked the ball completely normally hard? You laid the praise on thick for the power in his legs.
It didn’t matter how innocuous whatever the action was or the looks everyone else gave the both of you. You, for the clearly over-the-top emphasis on Mingyu’s size and strength. Mingyu for the way he would either blush or lean into it, asking if you needed anything else – anything at all – kicking the ball harder the next time, grabbing more bags on his next trip, adding more weight to his sets.
You just kept poking and he kept rolling with it, the two of you falling into a new sort of routine.
The most recent instance of which being when your heel broke as Mingyu was walking you home. He’d met you for a quick coffee and snack on your way home from work. You certainly didn’t plan for the heel on your shoe to break six blocks from your apartment, or for Mingyu to sweep you up in his arms, one tucked beneath your knees and the other resting against your back.
In all honesty, the universe should get some credit for that one.
His name came out on a shriek as you found yourself airborne, your arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling on your ass. “Mingyu!” You looked at him then down at the ground. If he dropped you from this height, it would definitely hurt. Tightening your hold around his broad shoulders, you lifted your gaze from the cement passing beneath you to his gaze.
“So this is what the world looks like from up here,” you said with a puff of laughter, a smile curving your lips as you watched him try to bite back his own smile. “I can walk, though, you know? It’s not the first time I’ve done the broken-heel hobble.”
“I know you can, but you’re not going to.” He shook his head as you opened your mouth to protest. “You don’t have to. I’m here. Let me help you, yeah?”
You sucked your lower lip into your mouth, the action unconscious, but the playfulness in your voice was not. “You just wanna show off.”
His grin was instant and more than a little mischievous. “What am I showing off?”
Pfft. Now he was just fishing for compliments. But it was part of your game so you were, er, game.
You loosened your death grip around his shoulders just enough that you could brush a hand across the width of his back and give one of said shoulders a squeeze. “These. The strength in them. How it doesn’t even phase you to pick me up and bridal carry me half a mile because you’re my big, strong hero.”
Mingyu’s hold on you tightened and his focus definitely dropped to your lips before he quickly turned his head forward to watch where he was going. “So you’re saying I have a hero complex?”
“Hah,” you playfully scoffed. “That and you have a strength kink so you just love it when people notice.”
Mingyu stopped in his tracks, turning his head and giving you an incredulous look. “I have a strength kink? Sweetheart,” he crooned, “I think maybe you need to look in the mirror before you start casting stones.” He called you ‘sweetheart’ and he fucking crooned, at which you felt the pink spreading across your cheeks and a wave of heat rush through you.
You cleared your throat. “Maybe I do,” you said, injecting the words with as much casualness as you could. “And maybe I don’t. Maybe I just like the way you react when I point it out.”
The fingers curled around your knee squeezed, and you felt his very real strength in a different way. When his eyes darkened right then and there, your mouth went dry.
“You’re late,” came a wry voice from somewhere behind you, breaking the impromptu staring contest you and Mingyu had entered into. When you looked over your shoulder and saw Seungcheol standing at the main door to your building, your eyes widened.
“Cheol! I’m so sorry. My shoe broke on the way back and it took us a little longer,” you explained, smiling sheepishly. “Forgive me?”
“I can see that,” he replied, voice full of humor as he looked from you to Mingyu, “and of course I’ll forgive you. I’ve got her from here, man. You can head out.”
“No.”
“What?” you and Seungcheol asked in unison. Seungcheol had a brow arched at your other friend and you were looking at Mingyu like he’d grown another head.
Mingyu didn’t look away from the other man when he elaborated. “I’ve carried her this far; I can carry her the rest of the way. Can you get the door?” he asked Seungcheol.
Seungcheol gave a shrug and did just that, catching your eye as Mingyu carried you past him through the doorway, the gleam in his eyes giving away his curiosity and ongoing amusement. He definitely wasn’t going to let you off the hook on this one.
When you got to your apartment, Seungcheol entered first and made his way directly to the couch in the living room, leaving you and Mingyu in the entryway. You tapped Mingyu’s shoulder and tried to extract yourself from his hold. “Okay, Hercules,” you teased. “You can put me down now. The damsel has safely made it all the way home.”
Not letting you down immediately, he instead shifted you in his arms so that you were sliding down the front of his body, toes just brushing the floor beneath you but not lowering you fully to your feet. You looked up at him curiously, trying to stretch your legs enough so you could actually stand, but were unsuccessful. “Mingyu?”
He had a hand on your hip and the other arm was wrapped around the middle of your back, holding you pressed against him, when his gaze found yours, expression unreadable. “Why’s Cheol here?”
What?
“We’re studying. Well, he is. He has a paper and I promised him I would help with editing it,” you answered, surprising yourself with how soft and almost breathless your voice was. But God, it was one thing to see him in those tank tops and sleeveless tops or shirts that fit just right, and it was something else entirely to feel every one of those muscles against the entire length of your body. While he just held you there, not appearing to be exerting himself much if at all. Despite yourself, your arms slid back around his shoulders and you found yourself clutching at the back collar of his shirt.
Mingyu’s lips curved into a smile and his expression shifted into something you could read: pleased. “Is that all?”
“‘Is that all?’ Um, of course it is? What else would it be, you weirdo?” His question was enough to shake you out of your – very brief, thank you – moment of distraction caused by his ridiculous upper body and how damned tall he was that he could hold you there, still towering over you while your feet didn’t reach the floor. “Seriously, I’m home and I can stand. Let me down so I can go help Cheol and we can maybe finish in time for me to get some sleep tonight.”
“If you have to ask, then I’m not worried.” You felt your feet touch the ground and Mingyu’s hold release so that you were bearing your own weight again. If anything, he looked even more pleased with himself as he slid his arms from around you, but didn’t move away.
Worried? You were going to ask him what that was supposed to mean but Seungcheol chose that moment to shout from the other room, “Are you two done flirting yet?”
You were going to kill him.
“We’re not flirting, you brat!” You shouted back, pinching the bridge of your nose, hoping it was dark enough in the entryway that Mingyu somehow miraculously didn’t see the blush that crept over your face. Which was also really annoying because why the fuck were you even blushing?
Mingyu grinned at you then leaned down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Aren’t we?” he asked, earning a wide-eyed look from you, before turning to leave.
He left and you stood there for several moments trying to process those two words. Were you flirting?
As expected, Seungcheol had his laptop open when you walked into the living room, but he wasn’t looking at it. Instead, he was smirking knowingly over at you, and you had to fight the urge to squirm under that gaze.
Deciding that discretion really was the better part of valor and, maybe if you ignored him, he would let it go, you grabbed his computer and pulled it into your lap, eyes scanning the document. You lasted for all of thirty seconds before you broke.
“Okay, what?” you asked, finally turning your head to look at him and finding him staring at you.
“Are we not talking about that territorial display downstairs?”
“Terri– What territorial display?”
He laughed. “Please tell me you’re not that oblivious and are just faking it because you’re trying to get me to shut up.”
Given that you were still trying to process whether or not you and Mingyu had been flirting, you were so not ready to consider whether he had been acting territorial and definitely not to talk about it with someone else, not even Seungcheol. Maybe especially Seungcheol, given the two men were close.
“Why ask a question when you already know the answer? Just go get me some water, please. And maybe some ibuprofen. I can feel the migraine coming on.”
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Two days later, you had been able to do enough self-reflection to admit that okay, yes. You might have been flirting with Mingyu and maybe you sort of weren’t quite as over that crush as you previously believed. Or maybe you had been, but if that were true at some point, it probably wasn’t anymore. Some part of you got a thrill out of calling Mingyu, “baby,” and putting your hands on him.
On the way he had blushed sometimes at first but how, more and more recently, he would touch you back and call you, “baby.” How he didn’t even hesitate to just pick you up and carry you across town for anyone to see.
And fine, all right, it was possible that you’d woken up this morning from a dream about him whispering the endearment into your ear while he thrust himself into you, while your nails raked down his back and you panted his name, begging him not to stop.
Fine.
That didn’t mean you had to act on it, though, because This, too, shall pass and all that. You could flirt with your friend without it meaning anything.
As soon as you walked into the house party and your eyes spotted Mingyu laughing down at something some random woman you’d never seen before was saying, and the way she swatted at his bicep, though, you knew you were well and truly fucked. Neither of them were doing anything even remotely wrong and yet the hurt, the anger, the goddamn jealousy you felt burned through you and were mortifying. You were not going to claw some innocent woman’s eyes out for being rightfully attracted to Mingyu, who was your friend.
Just your friend.
Forcing yourself to tear your gaze away from the two unsuspecting victims of your eye daggers, you made a beeline for the kitchen and thus the alcohol. Wholly focused on not focusing on Mingyu, you missed the way his gaze followed you, brows drawn together.
Nor did you see his sharp eyes catch sight of Seungcheol entering after you, or the way those eyes narrowed in response.
Instead, you grabbed a beer from the fridge and struggled to twist the cap off when your friend found you. Seungcheol rested his back against the counter next to you and watched you fight to twist the top off of a not a twist-off bottle, lips twitching. “Rough day, cupcake?”
“You,” you said in a voice that was half frustrated whine and half accusatory.
“What about me?”
“You did this!” You grunted, pouting at the bottle in your hand and trying even harder to twist the damned lid off, glaring at the bottle when it didn’t budge. “I was totally fine – happy, even – living in, I don’t know, denial? Ignorant bliss?”
Seungcheol’s gaze drifted behind you, toward the entrance to the kitchen, and he looked like he was going to speak, but you cut him off. “But no, you just had to bring up me having a thing for Mingyu and flirting and ‘territorial displays’ and oh my God, Cheol! I have a thing for Mingyu. I so have a thing for Mingyu. And he’s out there – I mean, of course he’s out there flirting with a woman, okay, because we’re just friends, but fuck my fucking life.”
Taking in a deep breath because, after that ramble, you needed it, you finally turned your attention away from the still-unopened beer and back to him. You took in the arched eyebrow and the quirk of his lips, and the way his focus was still behind you and over your head.
“What are you even looking a–” you started, turning your head to figure out what was so captivating, and nearly dropped the bottle in your hand when you saw Mingyu standing not three feet away. “Oh hell.”
“I’ll take that as my cue.” Seungcheol gave your shoulder a pat as he walked by you, sharing a look with Mingyu that you couldn’t see – only the nod Mingyu gave before returning his full focus to you.
Once Seungcheol was gone, you gave Mingyu your best impression of a definitely-not-embarrassed smile and forced out a cheery, “Hi!”
“Hi,” he said back, closing the distance between you two, hand reaching out to grab your hip gently to stop you when you started to take a step backwards.
“How – uh, how much of that did you hear, exactly?”
Mingyu’s lips curled into a smile and the hand on your hip squeezed, his thumb then brushing against your hip bone and causing you a shiver to make its way down your traitorous spine. “I walked up somewhere around ‘territorial displays.’ Which is kind of ironic, actually, because I was on my way in here to put on another one. Still might.”
You groaned. “Oh God. You heard it all then.” The rest of his words registered and you let out a soft, confused laugh. “Wait, what? For whom, exactly?” You looked around the kitchen, mostly empty at the moment, save the two of you and a couple kissing in the opposite corner, clearly wrapped up in themselves.
“You mean when I walked in or now?” Mingyu drew you closer to him, his other hand coming up to brush your hair back, his voice a quiet rumble. “I know you guys are friends, too, but every time I turn around, you and Cheol are together.”
As he entered your space, your hands moved to rest against his chest and you swallowed hard. At the strength beneath your touch – not teasing now – and his closeness. The way he blocked everything from your view except him because he was so goddamn big.
Which was how this whole thing started.
“I’ve been trying to tell myself that he’s not the one you can’t seem to stop touching,” Mingyu admitted, gaze dropping down to watch your hands, unconsciously stroking over his chest, sliding down his torso and causing his abdominal muscles to flex beneath your touch. Then he looked back up at you. “The one you keep calling, ‘baby.’”
Christ, you could feel the burn in your cheeks and you weren’t sure how much of that was from embarrassment at being called out or how much it was a result of feeling him flex under your fingertips and look down at you with a burning intensity in his eyes. You bit back a gasp when he dropped his head toward yours and you felt his breath against your face.
“He’s not. I only do that with you, Gyu. You know that, don’t you?”
He hummed, the hand at your face shifting to cradle the back of your head and tilt it further back. He leaned in closer and let his lips hover over yours. “I do now,” he spoke softly, closing the distance between your lips and brushing his against yours. “And I wasn’t flirting with her, just so that’s clear. Only wanna flirt with you.”
You sucked in a sharp breath then, your hands clutching at his hips. Unable to stop yourself, you rose up on your toes and pressed your lips into his in a soft kiss.
Mingyu’s fingers tightened in your hair and he deepened that kiss, his tongue sweeping out to taste your lips, teeth capturing and gently nipping at your lower lip, tearing a soft whimper from you, which pulled a groan from him and had both of his hands slipping down to your waist, sliding down and around to cup your ass, dragging your hips into his.
Lifting your arms up, you wound them around his shoulders and pressed closer, a thrill shooting through you, centering in your core, at the drop in pitch of his voice when his hands moved from your ass to the back of your thighs and he lifted you up his body, your legs automatically encircling his waist. “You want that? Want to be the only one I flirt with?”
You nodded, letting your forehead rest against his and trying your best to focus on answering him rather than rubbing yourself against him like a damned cat. “Mhm. Unless you want me to go flirt with someone else? I guess I could see what Cheol’s up to….” You wouldn’t, but the urge to push Mingyu’s buttons clearly hadn’t gone away.
His voice was a growl when he spoke and he brought a hand up to fist in your hair, grip tight enough for you to really feel the pull. Which you did. In a straight line from his hold to your cunt, which clenched in response, liquid desire starting to pool. “Not gonna fucking happen, baby.”
Your thighs squeezed his sides at that, and you let out an embarrassingly needy sound. God, why was it so hot to rile him up and hear him say shit like that? “No? Why – Why’s that, baby?”
The smile he gave you then was cocky, his dark eyes smoldering, knowing. “Guess you want that territorial display, huh? I’ve got you, sweetheart, and I’ll put on a little show just for you,” he promised.
Did you want that?
Mingyu carried you out of the kitchen, just like that – legs and arms wrapped around him, very clearly staking his claim in front of anyone and everyone who happened to notice him walking you to his bedroom and shutting the door behind the two of you. Your gaze flickered behind him along the way, catching sight of the amusement on some friends’ faces, surprise on others’, and – you narrowed your eyes as you watched Hoshi pass cash to Jeonghan. You were totally going to kick both of their asses later.
You found yourself pressed up against the door as Mingyu closed it behind you, his big, broad form flush to you and holding you there. His hips giving a thrust into you and the friction where you’d needed it pulling a whimper from between your lips. You cursed, squirming against him, legs around him dragging him even closer, moaning his name at the hard length he rolled against your clothed cunt. “S-Shit, you’re big everywhere.”
He let out a breathy laugh then and your insides went a bit melty at the slight flush you saw spread across his cheeks. “I could make a Red Riding Hood comment here, but I’m trying really hard not to.”
“...the better to fuck me with?”
Mingyu’s eyes squeezed shut and his hips bucked into you before he turned you from the door and carried you over to his desk, dropping you down onto it and stepping back between your legs. His hands landed on your knees, slowly sliding up your thighs. “You gonna let me?” he asked, his voice thick with need, as he reached the apex of your thighs and he slipped a hand between them, fingers pressing along the seam of your jeans, mouth dropping open at the heat and the moisture he felt there.
“God,” you gasped, jerking into his touch, your own hands coming to rest on his biceps and squeeze. “If you don’t, I’m gonna need the room, I –” you moaned when his fingers managed to roll the thick fabric against your clit, when his breath hitched and he groaned your name.
“If I don’t fuck you, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my bed?”
Your nails dug into the backs of his biceps and you felt another wave of arousal drip out of you, soaking the denim beneath his fingertips. You nodded. “Make it nice and messy, too. So you can’t lie down there without thinking about me with my f-fingers inside myself. Without wishing it had been you inside me instead.”
The hand not between your thighs grabbed the nape of your neck, tilting your head back, and Mingyu stared down at you with naked hunger. “Who says I don’t already think about that when I’m lying there, hm?”
“You – fuck, please.” You let your head fall further back, but your hands moved to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up, palms pressed against the bare skin of his abdomen. Fingers tracing the lines of muscle there, following them up his torso.
Mingyu drew back to pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it behind him before he was back in your space, helping you get your own shirt off before returning to your space and covering your lips with his, his tongue sweeping between your lips and tangling with yours. Captured your little gasps and whimpers into his mouth as he unfastened your jeans and dragged them down over your ass, turning his attention to placing kisses and licks against your neck, voice a low rumble when you lifted your hips for him. “Mm, such a good girl for me. So helpful.”
You braced your weight with your hands, pressed flat to the desk on either side of your hips, nodding. “I can be a really good girl.” As if to demonstrate your point, you gladly kicked the denim away once it reached your ankles. “Especially if I’m properly motiva–” you broke off with a yelp when Mingyu fell to his knees in front of you and pulled your hips forward, lifted your knees onto his shoulders, and started nipping and kissing his way up your inner thigh.
“What was that?” he crooned, lips curved into a smirk that said he knew exactly what he was doing to you and loved the effect he had on you already.
“Properly motivated! I do well with – with that, Gyu…”
His fingers pressed into the seat of your panties, groaning at how wet they were. He hooked those same fingers beneath the fabric of your panties, drawing it to the side and baring you to his gaze. “So fucking pretty, baby. Already so needy for me, I probably don’t even need to use my tongue on you, do I?”
He really didn’t, but fuck, you wanted him to. Your whine and the way you bucked your hips were all the response he needed, and he gave a soft chuckle, breath warm against your cunt and nearly a caress in and of itself.
At the first swipe of his tongue along your slit, your elbows nearly buckled. When he flicked it against your clit, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked, the sharp stab of pleasure was so acute that you had to drop back down onto your forearms. Just the fucking sight of him with his head between your thighs – his contented hums that sent vibrations through through your sensitive bud, that had you dripping with need. He slipped two fingers into you and started pumping them, curling them, searching, searching until –
“Mm, there it is,” he moaned, focusing the thrusts of his fingers there, nipping at your swollen folds, sucking them into his mouth, then his tongue was circling and swirling around your clit again and it wasn’t long until you were falling apart, falling back onto the desk and shaking, waves of release rolling over and through you.
Mingyu worked you through the orgasm, gentle kisses and kitten licks against your inner thigh, slowing the movement of his fingers until your hand covered his, pulling it from you and lacing your fingers together.
You managed to lift your head enough to meet his gaze, letting yourself be pulled upright and into his arms. You let out a happy hum and dropped your forehead onto his shoulder before the temptation of his skin was too much, and you started to press kisses there. Traced a line with your lips up his neck, pausing just beneath his jaw to catch the skin between your teeth, sucking at the sensitive skin and earning a gasp from Mingyu.
He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into them, smiling down at you when your legs immediately wrapped around his waist. It was instinctual, as was the way your arms moved to hold him and the way you couldn’t. stop. covering his neck with marks. Completely enraptured with the way they looked on him.
Mingyu carried you to his bed and laid you down on the soft surface, covering your body with his and settling between your thighs. “I’m going to get so much shit for those, you realize?”
“Oh? My bad. Should I apologize?”
“Fuck, no. It’s worth it,” he said with one of those oh-so-self-satisfied smiles. Propping himself up on one hand, he traced his fingertips along your own neck, across your chest, slipping them just under the edge of your bra. “And this way I don’t have to apologize when I cover all of this pretty skin with my own marks.”
You bit back a whimper, breath hitching in your chest. “Yeah?”
He hummed an affirmation, cupping your breast in a hand, and you watched the sharp rise and fall of his chest as he gave it a gentle squeeze. Were enraptured when he tugged the fabric covering your breast to the side and groaned, tongue coming out to wet his lower lip while his thumb circled your areola. Round and round until finally he brought it to your nipple, rubbing against it, forefinger coming to join and softly pinch the swollen flesh.
His hips were thrusting against your cunt, slow rolls that were nowhere near enough for either of you but were just enough to stoke the fire within you. You could feel the way your arousal was coating the thin fabric, soaking through it, as you pressed yourself up into the thrusts, in silent entreaty.
“Fuck,” he rasped, lips replacing his thumb, tongue and teeth and those lips teasing your nipple while he ground down into you.
Your hands cradled the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and you let out a breathy whine. “Want,” you started, legs locking behind his back and pulling him into you, moaning at the slow slide of his cock against your pussy, hissing when he circled his hips.
“What do you want, love?” Mingyu moved his lips from your breast to cover yours, and he spoke against your lips while he stared down at you with eyes so full of heat you felt flames lick along your spine, centering in your sex. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”
“You,” you answered simply. Your hands came to the hem of his pants, slid beneath it so that you could wrap your fingers around him, stroke along the length and let your thumb rub across the head. Gasping at the liquid you found there, at the precome that had slipped down the underside, easing your movements. “Think you need me, too, baby. Wanna feel you inside me so bad. Need to.”
Mingyu cursed and then he had his pants and underwear shoved down, kicked off toward the end of the bed. He held himself over you, weight born on a forearm while his other held the base of his cock, guiding it through your desire-slicked flesh. Rubbed the tip against your clit. Teased at your entrance. “You want this?”
“Fuck, yes, God, Gyu, please.” You whimpered, whined, shifted your body beneath him. Your hands found his hips and you tried to tug him to you.
He captured your wrists and gathered them both above your head, holding them there, and you would complain – you really would – except there was that strength again. You looked up at him, your pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, and every bit of your expression spoke to how much you actually liked that. How much you wanted him.
The flash in his own eyes told you he noticed. You heard him curse and watched him swallow hard, felt his grip on your wrists tighten. “You like being helpless beneath me, fuck. Gonna remember that,” he promised. “Do we need a condom?” His voice was tight and he looked tense enough above you that you don’t know how he held it together.
“N-No. I’m – I’m good. Implant. Clean. You?” It wasn’t the most eloquent sentence, but it got the point across and, in the next moment, Mingyu was pushing into you.
“Clean, too, shit, sweetheart. Feel so fucking good,” he groaned as his pelvis met yours, cock in you to the base, filling you so full. He drew his hips back and then slowly pumped them forward again, giving you time to get used to the feel of him, cunt stretching around him and your body learning his in the most intimate of ways.
“Oh fuck, you can – you can move, Gyu. Need you to. Need you to – to show me how strong you are,” you admitted, burying your face in the crook of his neck and whimpering when he did.
Mingyu sat back on his heels, hands coming to your thighs and dragging your body into his next thrust, this one a sharp snap of his hips into you that made your eyes roll back. “Fucking love how strong I am, don’t you? Always teasing me about being so big –” he emphasized with another deep, hard thrust, and another as he continued, “so strong.”
Guilty as charged.
“Like it doesn’t get you off, too,” you said on a gasp, arching beneath him, heated gaze taking in every detail: the movement of his hips, the tension in his abdominals with each thrust, his thick biceps flexing, the muscles in his forearms and the strength in his hands where they gripped your thighs, sure to leave marks there tomorrow. His face. God, his face. The way his brows drew together in concentration, how his gaze – still hot enough to burn and completely focused, wholly attentive to you and this and getting you both off – kept flickering between where his cock was disappearing into your cunt and your face, the way he clenched his jaw and growled out your name.
Shifting his hold on your legs, Mingyu leaned forward, a hand coming to fist in your hair and drawing your face to his, taking your lips, your mouth in a kiss as wet and deep and harsh as the movements of his every thrust. You felt his fingers on your clit, circling and rubbing fast around the sensitive bud, making you cry out, and your breath hitch, and you fuck, you were a heartbeat away from coming again.
Heard him rasp against your lips, “Gonna come for me, love?”
You nodded, and your voice was shaky, breathless. “Uh– Uh huh.”
“That’s my girl. Let me feel it,” he hissed, groaning, starting to lose his rhythm and you knew he was close, too. “Gonna come, too. Gonna fill you all the way up, huh?”
You whined out his name, and yes and please, Gyu, please, baby and wanna be full of you. It was enough. It was too much. It was everything. Your orgasm slammed into you, rolling through you like a wave, leaving you clinging to him and shuddering in his arms, pussy squeezing his dick, dragging him into bliss with you.
His face pressed against yours, cheek to cheek, you heard him moaning your name as he came. You felt the shuddering of his own body, above you, around you, inside you, as he spilled himself into you.
Felt yourself being rolled over and onto his chest. Felt his heart pounding under your cheek as you sucked in sharp breaths, little aftershocks of pleasure working their way through you.
You pressed soft kisses to his chest then turned your face into the touch of his hand, let his palm cup your cheek and tilt your face to look up at him. The broad, happy, sated smile you saw there and the warm affection in his gaze brought a grin to your own face.
“I realized I never said earlier,” Mingyu started, gently guiding you up his body so you were eye level. “In case it’s not glaringly obvious, I have a thing for you, too.”
A soft, happy puff of laughter left you then and you leaned down to kiss him. Tenderly. You brought a hand up to cup his jaw and couldn’t bite back a smile when he turned his head to press a kiss to your palm. “I may have had some suspicion for a second there, but it’s good to have the confirmation.”
It was Mingyu’s turn to laugh then and he shook his head, arms coming around you, holding you close. “Do you have plans tomorrow?”
“Oooh, what time?”
“I was actually thinking like, all day.”
“What?”
“Breakfast, lunch, movie, dinner? I figure I have a lot of dates to make up,” he said and you could practically hear his smile.
You hid your face against his chest, burying the – you were sure – dorky, smitten smile there, as you shifted to get more comfortable – and closer – to him. “A whole day of dates with my favorite superhero? I think I can make that work.”
oh our boy would love a classic missionary. mingyu is a huge SIMP, he loves seeing you fall apart for him, loves to see how good he's making you feel. this position gives him easier access to pepper your face with kisses, your hands intertwined as he makes sweet, sweet love to you.
but he would also very much love pronebone 🤕 he would have a pillow propped underneath you, his hands gripping your waist, you were sure he'd leave handprints, as he just fucks into you. the angle would have him hitting you so deep, the tip of his cock nudging against your gspot every time.
we all know he has a breeding kink, right? this position would be perfect for when he's stuffed you full of his cum. he'd pull out and spread your cheeks apart and just watch both of your juices drip out of your hole. maybe he'd even take a polaroid picture just because. it's nasty and messy, but you both love it that way.
i just wanna dom mingyu rn... i just know he’s very vocal in bed (especially when he’s in a subby mood). the little whines and high pitched moans, his legs would be shaking when you fuck him. oh, and he loves it messy—he’d even beg you to make a mess of him, to use him however you please.
his pretty face would be covered in tear streaks from the edging and overstimulation but he wouldn’t have it any other way. you could laugh at how pathetic he looks; a man as big as mingyu crying and begging for you to fuck him, to break him and use him for your pleasure. but he is a pleaser after all, he’d do anything to have you proud of him.
i just wanna do all these things to (and with) him: one, two, three
genre & warnings: smut, male masturbation, a bit of dirty talk i guess?
in the same universe as @hotgirlmingyu’s dirty computer
word count: 0.9k
a/n: i haven’t been able to work on sshh! chapter 5 (do yall have any guesses as to why) so here’s a little something! maybe it’s a collab between me and the bestie idk <3
buy me a kofi? ☕
reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!
“hi, my loves, hi.”
mingyu smiles at his blank screen, colorful text telling him more and more are joining to tune in. the chat is an endless stream of a variety of greetings, ranging from the sweet ’hi how have you been !!!’ to the more confident ‘i want to gag on ur dick king’. mingyu greets with a soft hi before chuckling about the latter.
“i just thought i’d have a radio live today, just wanted to catch up, nothing too wild.” mingyu contemplates sharing the fact that he’s in bed, comfortable in his mountain of pillows, only clad in some loose shorts and a hoodie. mingyu decides to hold back for now, still waiting to see that one username he’s found himself to be so fond of.
i just wanna dom mingyu rn... i just know he’s very vocal in bed (especially when he’s in a subby mood). the little whines and high pitched moans, his legs would be shaking when you fuck him. oh, and he loves it messy—he’d even beg you to make a mess of him, to use him however you please.
his pretty face would be covered in tear streaks from the edging and overstimulation but he wouldn’t have it any other way. you could laugh at how pathetic he looks; a man as big as mingyu crying and begging for you to fuck him, to break him and use him for your pleasure. but he is a pleaser after all, he’d do anything to have you proud of him.
i just wanna do all these things to (and with) him: one, two, three
The second you stepped inside your shared bedroom with a heavy sigh, Mingyu already knew what you needed. He pushed himself up to lay his back against the headboard. "Bad day, baby?"
"Yeah. Who knew online college would be worse?" You sighed, kicking off your house shorts leaving you with your panties and shirt (but really, it was Mingyu's shirt) on.
Mingyu simply opened his arms and let you fall into them with an 'oomph!' and a small laugh. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, wrapped an arm around your shoulders while his free hand soothed your back.
"Love you," you mumbled against his neck. "You're the best."
Your boyfriend chuckles at this. "Only the best for you, my love." You feel Mingyu's hand start to move down to your lower back and over your clothed ass. "Love you too, sweetheart. Let me help you relax, okay?"
"M'kay,"
Mingyu lifts your thigh over his torso, gently running his hand over your skin. He presses another kiss to the top of your head before letting his fingers slide further up your thigh, running them over your clothed heat.
You let out a sigh at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your cunt, your wetness slowly seeping through the thin materials of your panties.
"You always work so hard, sweetheart." Mingyu coos, pulling your panties aside. You moan into his neck when the pads of his fingers slide along your wet folds.
"My best girl." He says just as he sinks two fingers into your throbbing heat, making you grip at his bare shoulder. "Gonna take good care of you, my love." He mutters, fingers slowly working your hole.
"Gyu, baby," you whine, arm wrapping around his neck to pull yourself impossibly closer to your boyfriend.
"Feel good, sweetheart?" He asks, his other hand running down your back in a soothing manner as he burries his fingers deeper into your cunt, a breathless moan falling from your lips. "That's it, baby. I got you,"
The slow pace of his fingers moving in and out of your hole and his hand running over your back was making you feel all warm but fuck, you could feel his cock nudging against your thigh and you wanted more—you wanted to feel him inside you, all over you.
"Gyu," you manage to whisper shakily. "Please,"
"What do you need, sweetheart?" A whine leaves your lips as he slowly pulls out his fingers from your cunt.
"You," you look up at him through your lashes, arm tightening around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. "Want you so bad."
"Yeah?" He asks.
"Just want you, Gyu. Please," Your eyes were starting to glisten with tears and Mingyu coos, tucking your hair behind your ear before leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.
"You never have to beg with me, sweetheart." He moves you on to your back, hovering over you. Mingyu leans in to press your lips together in a soft kiss while he slides his sweats and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free, slapping against his toned abdomen.
He pulls away to look at you as he moves your panties to the side before sliding his cock over your aching cunt. "You have me, baby." He says, finally pushing deep inside you.
genre & warnings: afab reader, fluff with eventual angst and smut (minors dni!) and pining, sugarparent-sugarbaby stuff but other than that not much yet tbh, gremlin menace jeonghan (this is becoming a permanent warning)
synopsis: Your roommate signs you up for a paid companionship service so you wouldn't have to endure any more shit-paying part-time jobs. To your luck, a young, wealthy CEO takes an interest in you.
Or in which Kim Mingyu becomes your sugar daddy and you have to be careful of the blurring lines in your 'relationship'.
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“It should be here in a few,” Mingyu informs you rather cheerfully after tapping away on a delivery app. “Seungkwan said this place is really good.”
It’s all so dizzying. Just last week the man beside you was the most intimidating person in the world, all calculating eyes, imposing stature, and a jawline that could slice you in half. Now, that same man just finished ordering fried chicken and is flipping through the channels on his TV a mere three feet away from you on this plush and probably very expensive couch. He’s being coy, you think, giving you a sliver, a glance of normalcy with him. You’re not sure how to conduct yourself; does this time with him, right here right now, count at all?
Mingyu, on the other hand, is freaking the fuck out. What was he thinking? Well, he was thinking that he wasn’t gonna let you leave his apartment with an empty stomach, but now that you’re actually alone– with no Wonwoo to act as an affection buffer– Mingyu doesn’t know what to do with himself. He has a sudden idea, and before his brain could think it through, his mouth was already running itself. “Would you like some wine? We could kill some time before the food gets here.”
Apparently, Kim Mingyu has quite the selection of the deep red drink. After agreeing, thinking ‘hey, a little splash never hurt anybody’, Mingyu stood up and headed to his kitchen. The open design of his penthouse meant that you could see his every movement. He had taken off his suit jacket earlier to be more comfortable, but now it’s proving to be torturous for you. As he sorted through his wine chiller (because of course he has one), all you can really focus on is the way his white button up hugs his figure so well. You can almost see the muscles of his back ripple and flex with every movement, his biceps slightly straining against the rolled up sleeves.
Your heart is beating faster and faster, only worsening when he bent down to check something out in the chiller. Suddenly feeling like a Victorian, you look away and reach for your phone inside your bag. Three messages from Jeonghan, the screen reads.
gremlin child: i put some condoms in your bag btw. have fun teehee
gremlin child: aaaaaaaa what’s taking you so long?
gremlin child: OH MY GOD ARE YOU REALLY GETTING RAILED?
You scowl at his messages, suddenly hyper aware of the protective rubber that was sneaked into your belongings. Typing quickly, you barely notice Mingyu making his way back to you.
You: no oh my god shut up. Btw im eating lunch here so like, you go eat too or smth
Jeonghan is not a fast replier, but this time, for some reason, your message is seen in record time.
gremlin child: EXCUSE ME?
“Are you okay?” Mingyu asks; you shut off your phone and look up at him, sour face instantly turning warm and soft. He sets the glasses a quarter full of the sloshing red substance before sitting down again, this time a lot closer to you. His body heat makes you feel lightheaded, so you reach for your glass, taking a tentative sip and relishing the semi-sweet taste. Mingyu watches as the liquid lightly stains your lips.
“Yeah, just my roommate.” He picks up on the irritation in your voice and can’t help but smile fondly. Mingyu takes a sip from his own glass as you slosh the liquid around in yours.
“Is something wrong? Do you have to go?” you shake your head at him, a small smile adorning your face, before taking another sip of your wine. It’s some good shit, definitely way above the ones you and Jeonghan get at the convenience store near your apartment and you’re definitely not wasting a single drop of it. Mingyu can’t seem to take his eyes off the way your lips kiss the rim of the glass, your fingers wrapped around the stem, and the way your smile slightly stretches out as you appreciate the drink.
“No, no.” Mingyu hears that familiar cross of annoyance and amusement, maybe even some fondness, in your voice. “He’s just… being Jeonghan. You’ll know when you meet him.”
His eyebrows shoot up, a teasing smile on his lips. Kim Mingyu is not by any means a lightweight, but it seems the alcohol is working faster today. “Oh, I get to meet him?”
This has you trying to suppress a grin only to ultimately fail. You don't know which factor to blame: the wine you’ve gulped down or Mingyu’s presence. Either way, you actually dread the day the two men meet. “Maybe, if you play your cards right.” You don’t know where this sudden burst of confidence is coming from, but you’re not complaining and neither is Mingyu.
He laughs quietly, “With all our messages, I would’ve thought he was your best friend or something.”
That makes you pause, eyebrows furrowing at his casual comment, something that was supposed to invoke maybe nostalgia out of you but only confusion comes out. “Messages? Neither of us said anything about him in our texts?”
Mingyu sits up straight then turns to fully face you in his seat. The frame of the couch creaks softly. “No, I mean our earlier correspondence, from about a week before our dinner?”
Harrowing realization dawns on you, and you burst out laughing out of sheer horror. “Oh my God- Oh no, Mingyu- I’m so fucking sorry holy shit–”
The man waits for you to catch your breath, suddenly nervous and just plain confused. “Is something wrong?” He echoes his earlier concern, inching closer to you and patting your back softly when you start to cough from the intensity of your laughing fit.
“Oh my god, Jeonghan catfished you, Mingyu.” you call out to him to soften the blow, but your residual giggles do not help at all. “Oh, Gyu, I’m so sorry I really am.”
Gyu. It rings nicely in his head, but there’s more pressing issues at hand. “I got catfished?” He sounds devastated but for some reason, he can’t even get angry– at you or Jeonghan.
“I mean,” you wipe the tears away from your eyes and start trying to explain yourself. “I mean not technically because I’m here, right? But god… You were talking to Jeonghan all those times.”
Mingyu wants to put his head in his hands to reflect on everything that’s transpired between him and your roommate, but he can’t seem to even be annoyed because– “Yeah, you’re here.”
You smile at his words, shortening the distance between the two of you, your hand landing on his thigh to stroke it soothingly, innocently even. Nothing comes out of it, only a comfortable but almost struck silence, the both of you too dazed with each other to make the next reasonable move. You don't know how long you two remained seated in this silence, taking sip after sip of your wine until you’re on your third refill and Mingyu’s cheeks are rosy and warm. Mingyu speaks up first.
“That chicken is taking way longer than it should.” his words are slightly slurred and in your hazy mind, that was the funniest shit you’ve ever heard as you giggle in agreement. Once you’ve calmed down, you sigh and take another sip of your wine, eyeing Mingyu over the rim of the glass. He’s more relaxed now, fully leaning into the couch with his head thrown back to rest on the wall. Your gaze trails down from the slope of his nose to the pout of his lips, and then to his neck down to where he’s unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and loosened his tie. You don’t remember when he did so but seeing it now has you gulping and shifting in your seat. Looking away, you quickly think of a way to change your focus, your words pouring out of your mouth before you could even think them through.
“You know, I must already trust you a lot to be drinking with you like this.”
The man almost chokes when he processes your words, but smoothly recovers with an awkward breath of a laugh, the lingering devastation at realizing Jeonghan’s deception flying out the window. You sober up a bit, rushing to explain yourself, “No, I mean– I just mean that we’ve only officially met twice, you know? Had it been anybody else but you that offered me a glass of wine I think I would have refused, really. I don’t know, I guess I just feel… comfortable.” With you, you wanted to add, but in truth you didn’t sober up at all and the wine, for how many sips you’ve had, is only encouraging your vulnerability.
The sensible part of your brain is screeching at you ‘it’s too early in the relationship for this!!!!!!!’ but you could not care less with how Mingyu’s eyes have gone from wide and surprised to soft and fond. There’s really no other way to describe how he feels towards you at this moment– he’s simply so fond of you. While it is true this is only your second meeting, right after signing a contract of discretion with him no less, neither of you can deny the desire that’s been simmering ever since that fateful albeit awkward dinner.
You expect him to answer you in a way, maybe even reject this comfort and ease that you’re projecting onto him, but instead Mingyu puts his glass down and inches towards you. He gauges your reaction and waits for you to move away, shuffle further down the length of the couch, anything that would indicate any negative feelings. But you stay still, rooted in your place. Mingyu, now also emboldened by the liquor he's drunk to ease his nerves, takes your glass and places it a safe distance away on the coffee table. Then he’s reaching out to you, one hand caressing your cheek as if asking for permission, and when you nod with a soft smile, his other hand finds your lower back, pushing you closer to him slowly. In a blink and your lips are slotted against his, the wine somehow tasting even sweeter on him.
The kiss is slow– cautious as first kisses tend to be. And it’s over quickly– as first kisses tend to be.
“Wait, fuck, I’m so sorry–” Mingyu sputters as he pulls away from you, his lips glossy and his cheeks warmer than before. You watch as he stumbles over his words, clearly flustered, your own cheeks warming up the more apologies tumbled past his lips. “H-have we even talked about this part? I don’t– I don’t remember. I really am sorry, ba-”
“Hey, hey,” you coo, your hands now the ones coming up to cup his cheeks, eyes soft and kind and alluring. Mingyu’s rambling dies down, his eyes set on you and how the kiss affected you; sparkling eyes and a soft smile are all he sees. “What’s wrong? Why are you sorry?”
“We haven’t really talked about this, and, god, Wonwoo’s gonna kill me.” He pouts and leans into your right hand, closing his eyes as if he could already hear his friend’s scolding. What exactly he’d be scolded for, you’re not entirely sure.
“It’s alright, Gyu, I don’t mind.” there it is again, that dumb nickname. To be fair, he did accidentally let it slip in one of his texts to you, but it still makes his poor heart race. You breathe out something that could be mistaken for a laugh, the apples of your cheeks rounding out. “For the record, I really liked it. You’re a gre- good kisser.” Mingyu smiles, flattered, before opening his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind kissing you again.”
At your words, Mingyu completely forgets Wonwoo’s cautionary tales and dives headfirst. Well, lips first. Your lips once again slot with his, and he feels you smile faintly into the kiss, your giddiness showing even just the slightest bit. It’s less cautious this time, like you’ve both learned your lessons and are now applying it practically, if not a little too enthusiastically due to the glasses of wine coursing through your veins. The expensive wine only proves to be a significant factor in your actions as you scramble to push Mingyu back to rest on the couch to make room for you on his lap. Now sitting snugly on top of him, Mingyu lifts one hand up to cradle the side of your face while the other finds your hip. He uses this leverage to pull you closer while you do the same by looping your arms above his shoulders.
It doesn't surprise you at all that Mingyu is rather vocal, groaning and letting out little whimpers into the kiss, his noises only amplifying when you pull away to pay attention to his neck. Your lips wander the column of his neck until you find that spot that has him gasping and squirming underneath you which in turn makes you press down onto him. Mingyu groans, both of his hands now on your hips and moving you in gentle circles on his lap. Smiling against his skin, you follow along, hips swiveling slowly while you tentatively suck on his sweet spot. One of his hands moves from your hip to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh through your sweatpants and making you whimper against him.
Just as you pull away from his neck to capture his lips, the doorbell rings throughout the apartment. You both freeze, and the doorbell sounds off once more. Quickly, you hop off of Mingyu, the both of you scrambling so as not to annoy the delivery person.
Mingyu tries to stand up to go get it, only for you to stop him, mumbling a “You can’t go out with that.” so he sits back down to calm and relax himself from what transpired not a minute earlier. Wonwoo’s definitely gonna kill him, he can already hear his friend’s frustrated words, something along a sugar daddy not kissing their sugar baby or whatever. He can’t really bring himself to care.
“Thank God for cashless payment,” your little joke snaps him out of his trance, greeting him by showing off the box of chicken and the separate bag for the side dishes and rice. As much as he wants to make sure you eat well before he sends you off, the nature of your relationship makes its way to the front of his mind.
“We need to talk to Wonwoo again.” He sighs, watching you put down the food on the coffee table. You turn to him, so he continues, making sure to smile. “After our little lunch, of course.”
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