after a long day, mingyu’d just want to come home to you and cuddle until you both fall asleep; you’re more than happy to oblige. but as he flops down to the bed and squirms closer to you, the way his body tenses and sags would catch your attention. so, as he cuddles into you, face buried in the crook of your neck, you call out his name. he answers with a soft hum. a soft smile finds it way to your face and you dip your head a bit to level with his.
your lips busy themselves with his as one of your hands travel down the expanse of his torso, caressing the soft but tired skin, until you stop just above the waistband of his sweatpants. mingyu sighs into the kiss as you slip your hand past the garter and his boxers, palming his hardening cock. he’d start whining the longer you stalled, eventually hiding his blushing face in your chest, making you chuckle.
you decide to cut him slack and move down his body, kneeling beside him as you pull out his member from his pants. mingyu releases a mewl when you kitten-lick his sensitive head; his chest rises and falls rapidly as the pleasure in the the pit of his stomach increases. you smile softly before poking out your tongue again, this time to lick the underside from base to tip. the shaky breath mingyu lets out only feeds your pride. he finds enough strength to call out to you, though his voice is wavering and whining. “baby, baby please, i need to cum, please make me cum.”
and really, how could you ever say no to him? especially when he’s so good, begging and asking so nicely. you take his head into you mouth, sucking gently and softly, your tongue licking and prodding at the slit every now and then; one is hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping slowly, while the other is holding his hips down, fingers tracing small patterns into his honey skin. you look up at him through your lashes, an adoring smile breaking out when you see how deep he is in pleasure- eyebrows furrowed, eyes scrunched closed while his lips part in a silent moan.
you rest your head on his thigh while your hand pumps him faster, eliciting a long and high pitched whine from his cherry lips. mingyu’s hand scrambles for your free one. you hold it and intertwine your fingers. squeezing your hand, he finally moans out. “i’m gonna c-cum, g-gonna cum, b-baby, p-please-”
you latch your lips to his head again, pumping faster as you swirl your tongue on the tip, sucking gently. with your coercion, he cums in your mouth as whines and moans escape him, chest heaving and hand squeezing yours. once you swallow and he’s ridden his high, you detach from him- not without protests from mingyu, but you manage. even through his dazed and sleepy state, he reaches out for you, grabby hands that make you giggle and coo at him. you sit next to him, towel in hand, and start cleaning him up gently, careful because you’re pretty sure he can’t handle another round.
mingyu nuzzles his face into your chest while you play with his hair, kisses of thanks landing on whatever exposed skin he could reach. soon enough, he’s snoring, and with a soft smile you peck his temple and drift off to sleep yourself.
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The muffled sound of keyboard keys clacking could be heard from Wonwoo’s room. He had come home from his last class this afternoon, clearly frustrated; he hasn’t left his room since then. You continued reading your book, telling yourself he probably just has to win a few games and he’ll be alright.
Until the clock ticked 8 PM and you realized your roommate hasn’t eaten anything; you didn’t see him bring food into his room, just a measly energy drink that’s surely eating away at his stomach’s lining by now. Sighing, you stood up, letting the blanket you’d put on your lap fall and your book abandoned on the couch. Your feet padded against the wooden floors, making your way to Wonwoo’s room. The door was left unlocked, but you still knocked before turning the doorknob and pushing the door open slightly anyway.
“Won?” you called out softly; he didn’t budge, bulky headphones and no doubt his friends’ yelling blocking you out. Stepping into the room, you noticed how clean it has become. Must’ve stress-cleaned, you shrugged.
He hasn't changed out of his clothes, you noted as you neared him, hands stretched out in preparation. They landed on his broad shoulders, making him jump slightly before turning his head to glimpse at you. He paused his game, turning his gaming chair to face you. Your hands finding his, you pulled him with you as you walked backwards to his bed.
“What’s wrong?” you asked as you made yourself comfortable. Wonwoo shrugged, unnecessarily adjusting his glasses. A nervous habit, you noted, which meant that something’s definitely wrong. You tugged at his hands; Wonwoo stood away from his gaming chair and completely flopped his body on top of yours. You laughed, trying to push him off you but to no avail, his large body pressing you down into his contrastingly soft mattress. You pushed him away enough for you to get a look on his face; his forearm rested on the space above your head as his free hand found your waist, going under your sweater to rub soothing circles into your skin. Using the leverage, Wonwoo flipped the two of you around. You straddled him this time, face nuzzled in the juncture of his neck.
“You know that paper I've been stressing about all week?” he tried to play it off-handedly, but his voice sounded strained, and you knew just how much it bothered him. “It’s- I know it sounds silly, I’m always telling you not to freak out so much over a bad grade but here I am and the only way I thought of coping with it is to play video games for five hours straight. I mean, how ridiculous is that, right? It wasn’t even a bad grade but I’m still losing it- sure, it wasn’t my best work but god-”
“Won?” you interrupted him; you had to, or else he’d spiral even more. “Won, baby, you’re rambling...” you lifted your head to look at him. Wonwoo let out a laugh, feeling the vibrations of his chest against yours. His hand comes up to caress your hair, lithe fingers combing through the soft locks.
“I know,” he sighed. “This is stressing me out more than it should.” you hummed in agreement while pulling yourself up slightly to attach your lips to his neck, absentmindedly pressing light kisses on the soft skin. Wonwoo sighed, his large hand coming up to smooth your hair down, lithe fingers treading through the soft locks. “It just sucks so much and I wish I don't feel like absolute shit about it.”
“Hey,” using your forearm, you propped yourself up and scooted to meet Wonwoo face to face. His eyes flitted to the pout on your lips, already knowing what you were about to say. “Of course you could feel shitty about it, Nonu. I wish you weren’t so harsh on yourself all the time.” Wonwoo giggled underneath you, the sound an always welcome one because of his usual stoic demeanour, the hand that was on your hair now caressing your cheek. “I know, baby. I wish I wasn't such a hard-ass too.”
Silence hung around you as you both processed his words, a finger or two occasionally drawing incoherent figures on skin, or lips tenderly kissing whatever it could reach. Wonwoo’s heartbeat played a mellow rhythm against his ribcage as you pressed your ear against his chest, a silly smile taking over your lips. Just then, you swivelled your hips atop Wonwoo’s crotch, making yourself comfortable only to be surprised by the groan he lets out. You abruptly pushed yourself up, worried the moment wasn’t right and Wonwoo didn’t want it. Sputtering, you apologized to your roommate vehemently as heat seared your cheeks and ears. Wonwoo watched in confusion; now, it was his turn to calm you down, large hands gripping your shoulders. His hold was tight but not alarming, turning into a soothing caress in no time. Then, he moved them lower to your waist, situating your core over his crotch. Your hands braced themselves on his firm chest.
“Won?” you had to ask, really. Wonwoo wasn’t the type to initiate anything over something like a bad grade, especially not something like intimacy with you. “Do- do you-? Are you-?”
“N-no!” Wonwoo was ever rarely flustered, rarely were his cheeks sporting the pink hue he currently was. “I mean, yes, I want to but, uh, not like that.”
You frowned at him, head tilted in questioning. A small laugh bubbled in the back of your throat, and you barely caught it as your lips stretched into a baffled smile. “Is there another way? I-”
“No, I mean,” Wonwoo was trying not to laugh now too. His large hands tightened and loosened on your waist rhythmically, thumbs absentmindedly rubbing on the material of your top. “I don’t necessarily want to have sex but I do want to be inside you.”
As peculiar of a desire it was, it certainly had you feeling giddy and absolutely molten. Wonwoo could tell, his own heart doing backflips at the sight of your previously confused smile slipping into a genuinely pleased one paired with your eyes hazing over in delight. With a small nod and a peck to his lips, you stood up and got rid of your pants and underwear, nearly shivering at the sudden contact of air on your heat.
Wonwoo grinned up at you as his right hand immediately flew to your core, forefinger and middle finger finding your clit and rubbing slow circles into it to coax some of the gloss out from your entrance. He replaced his own fingers with his thumb, the pad of it rubbing the bud instead as the two previous ones tentatively dipped into your hole, earning Wonwoo a shuddering exhale from you. You nodded once more at him; Wonwoo leant in to kiss your neck before pushing his fingers in, pumping shallowly a few times before scissoring them. He chuckles into your skin when you let out a low moan. You roll your hips to fuck his fingers deeper into you, throwing your head back as you whimpered.
“F-fuck, okay, baby-” a sharp inhale. Wonwoo looks up at you, voice gruff with anticipation. “You good, sweetheart?”
You muttered a ‘yeah’, prompting Wonwoo to pull his fingers out of you and put them on your lips. You took them in, cleaning his digits of your juices before pulling off with a soft pop. Lowering yourself, your hands moved to grip Wonwoo’s shoulders instead; one of his hands left your waist to hold the base of his cock, positioning the tip right at your entrance. With a deep kiss, Wonwoo lowers you onto him, a groan leaving his lips as he enters your tightness. You whimpered into the kiss, pulling away to rest your cheek on his shoulder, leaning in to give the side of his neck a quick peck. Wonwoo sighed above you, pulling you closer to him.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while, okay, baby?” he mumbled before leaning in to plant a kiss on the top of your head. You nod, sighing in bliss as you felt the satisfying familiarity of your wetness accommodating his size. It was butterfly inducing, instead of the tightening in your stomach, you felt lightheaded with bliss. You clung to Wonwoo, savouring the moment.
Mingyu doesn’t really need the reminder. He’s played back that moment so many times—that wretched, snowy December afternoon. He still wonders if he could have done something, anything, to change the trajectory of your relationship.
themes: angst with comfort, hs to adults
word count: 2840
a/n: hi! if this scheduled post is up then that means uni and my thesis are beating my ass. it's been a little over a month since i cut off this... guy i was with for like 2 years lol. mostly over it but, you know, sometimes your mind just betrays you. so i dug up this quick fic. it hurts a little but there's comfort <33 love my gyugyu <33
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You remember the first time Kim Mingyu told you he loved you. It was during your first year of university, on the roof of your old high school. It had been one of your worst weeks, the thought of not being cut out for higher education was starting to get to you. Mingyu, being the loving and doting boyfriend that he is, told you you were just stir crazy (“Wow, gaslighting much, Gyu?”) and dragged you all the way to the nearest convenience store. Armed with your favorite junk food and soft drinks, you somehow managed to sneak into the empty school. Mingyu still knew the way to the rooftop.
(“How many of your little dates have you snuck in here, Gyu?” he flushed red at your question. His refusal to give you a straightforward answer had you giggling like it was the funniest thing he’s ever said. You’ve never even responded this well to any of his jokes before.)
“In group projects, you take it upon yourself to carry everyone in the group. You’re too nice for your own good, babe.” he was listing all the reasons you were definitely punching college in the gut while you inhaled packet upon packet of different flavored potato chips. Mingyu watched you with fondness, certain that if you looked at him right now, all you’d see were his eyes gleaming in pure adoration. He’s almost thankful you’re too busy drowning your anxiety with chips and his never-ending list to actually see how whipped he is for you. But Mingyu being Mingyu, he just had to show you anyway.
“I love you.” the proclamation stopped your hand midair, as if you were some cartoon character and this moment was a gag. Your eyes and mouth were wide open, the latter’s sides covered in potato chip dust. And, for some reason, that’s how you knew it was real. Yes, you can tell he’s genuine and that he meant it just by the soft smile on his face and the blissful lilt to his voice– but what sane 20 year old man would tell their partner he loved them for the first time in the middle of a convenience store to school rooftop breakdown?
So you shoved the handful of chips into your mouth, chewed slowly and carefully, all the while looking at him bewildered. You really took your time, but that caused no worries for your boyfriend. You’ve been dating this long, from around your last year of highschool through the summer and up until this moment. You both knew the timing was somehow appropriate (though Mingyu has been sure ever since the first day and fought the urge to tell you those three words during your first week as a couple). He just sat there, that stupid look still on his face as he watched you stuff your face with junk.
“I love you too.” you finally said after chugging down some lemon soda to push the chips down. Mingyu felt like he could die right then and there. His whole body could combust or disappear out of thin air, but he’d be happy. Possibly the happiest person alive. He was almost squirming, so you figured your words beared repeating. “I love you too, Gyu.”
It was a milestone for your relationship, one you’d find yourself revisiting often even after years of separation from Mingyu.
“Happy anniversary!” Mingyu’s voice boomed into the corridor as you opened your door. There he stood in the middle of your dorm, holding up a strawberry shortcake, candles forming a shape of a heart lit on top of it. You nearly let go of the heart-shaped balloon he’d gotten you for your first class (its string was neatly tied along the armrest of where you usually sat. Thankfully, you got there early enough to avoid the teasing from your classmates. Your friends still gave you shit though.)
Clutching a hand to your chest, you laughed, your body seemingly unable to hold any negative feelings towards Mingyu. Even if he did almost scare you shitless. “Gyu! You… you surprised me!”
“That’s the point, babydoll.” he nudged you to sit down on your bed before kneeling in front of you, still holding out the cake with the steadiest hands he could manage. “Your roommate let me in and help me set this up.” he nodded in the direction of you and your roommate’s little dining table. It now displayed a spread of plates of cookies and takeout containers of pasta, a big bowl of jjapaghetti, some fried chicken, and two tall glasses of boba. A rather unconventional menu, but entirely satisfying every craving the two of you could have.
“Oh, baby, you didn’t have to do all this,” you couldn’t help but coo. Mingyu just about melted at your tone, but just shrugged coyly.
“It’s our first anniversary, of course I had to do this,” his eyes twinkled, reflecting the light of the melting candles. “Now blow on this before wax gets on the cake.”
Food seems to play a large role in your relationship because it’s as Mingyu’s slurping enough jjapaghetti to make his cheeks bulge that you sigh dreamily and say, “I love you so much, Gyu.”
It’s his turn to be comically frozen now, black bean sauce smudged on the corners of his lips and his cheeks flaming. Neither of you have ever added ‘so much’ ever since you first said those three words those months ago.
Mingyu’s convinced you didn’t even realize it yourself as you’re still looking at him dreamily. So he hastily chews and swallows his food, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and chokes out your name. You only respond with an airy ‘hmm?’
“Nothing,” he smiled, shaking his head. Mingyu’s completely whipped for you, everyone knows that, but it’s moments like this that remind him that you’re just as in love with him as he is with you. For the two of you, there’s no such thing as one loving the other more. He reached for the bowl of jjapaghetti and piled more noodles onto your plate. “I love you too, so much.”
With the meal finished, you moved onto scrolling through the endless selection of movies on Netflix’s home screen as you sipped on your boba. Mingyu had an arm around you, his other hand in control of the remote. You offered him a sip of your drink every now then.
“You know,” he started. The hand on your shoulder has started to absentmindedly play with the sleeve of your shirt. “Sohee promised she’d stay out for the rest of the day, as a treat.”
“So?” you teased, wiggling your body against his.
“So,” Mingyu dragged the vowel out, almost whining as per his nature. “I would like to show you exactly how much I love you.”
“You’re so cheesy!” you screeched but nonetheless ended up with your boba set down on your nightstand and your boyfriend’s face between your legs.
Funnily enough, everytime you get boba now, you’re just reminded of your first anniversary, and the fact that you never got to experience the next one with him.
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You’re shaking. As much as you’d love to blame it on the cold air of late December, you know it’s no good to lie to yourself. No, you’re shaking because you could see him. Just right there, sitting by the window of the cafe you’d told him to meet you at. He’s just sitting there with his godly side profile and his grown-out hair. He always had short hair during your school days; you never realized how good longer hair looked on him until now. Well, you haven’t seen him since graduation and that was more than 3 years ago. A person could change in that much time, and Mingyu was not immune to the passage of it.
The sound of the jingling bell attached to the door makes Mingyu look up. He’s been doing that for the past half hour, and to his surprise, it’s actually you this time. He stands up, almost abruptly, his chair scraping against the hardwood floor catching the attention of the other customers along with yours. You smile at the sight of him. Even under your mask, Mingyu could tell it was a genuine smile, one that reached your eyes and made them crinkle at the corners. His chest warms at the thought. He lifts his hand up and offers you a small wave.
“Thank you,” you say as he helps you into your seat. His fingertips tingle at the sound of your voice; Mingyu feels like he’s 20 again on one of your weekend dates.
“It’s so good to see you,” he starts once he’s seated. And he doesn’t know how to continue. Despite being a grown man and convincing himself he’s moved on from you after all these years, even the mere sight of you has him melting into an incoherent puddle. So he sticks to the cliches. “How have you been? You look good.”
“Thank you!” your words come out before you could process them, shocking the both of you. “I mean, thank you, Mingyu, you look good too. And thank you for meeting me here, I know you’ve been busy.”
“No, of course…”
“I just- it’s been a long time, you know? Plus, we didn’t exactly end on the best of terms so I wouldn’t blame you for not wanting to come.”
Mingyu doesn’t really need the reminder. He’s played back that moment so many times—that wretched, snowy December afternoon. He still wonders if he could have done something, anything, to change the trajectory of your relationship.
“I’m sorry, Gyu!” you were crying. Tears were streaming down your beautiful face and Mingyu wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms. He wanted to wipe your tears away, but that’s not exactly what an ex-boyfriend does, huh? Because that’s what he is now. An ex-boyfriend. Your ex-boyfriend.
“Baby, I don’t understand.” the petname slips from him and he sees the way you flinch at it, its letters searing into your skin no matter how thick the padding of your wintercoat is.
Heaving breaths shake your body. “I just can’t do this anymore, Gyu.”
You never gave him an explanation. No matter how many times he tried to reach you, you just couldn’t face him. Not after breaking his heart like that. You didn’t even prepare or word yourself well. You didn’t tell him you still loved—love—him. You left out the fact that it’s you not him. He doesn’t deserve that shit of a reason anyway. But you just wish you had said anything else. Anything that didn’t imply he wasn’t good enough for you or that you’ve fallen out of love with him because Kim Mingyu will always be more than enough. Who in their right mind would let go of him like that?
“I never did learn to say no to you.”
Oh, Mingyu. “Would’ve thought five years were enough to make you hate me at least.”
It might just be insecurity, but it’s all you’ve thought about. To say you were surprised he didn’t just hang up on you in the first place would be an understatement. Only you were surprised though. When you told your friends of the call, all they did was click their tongues and say they expected nothing less from him. Kim Mingyu is no saint, but for you he’d be the most forgiving one there is.
How could he ever hate you? Even just hearing you say that broke Mingyu’s heart all over again. Possibly even more compared to the first time. His fingers twitch over the darkly stained wood, chest feeling like it’s closing in on itself. He hasn’t felt like this in so long; you’re once again the cause of his whirlwind of emotions. It really does feel like he’s 20 again, letting his heart win over his head. All because of you.
“Don’t say that,” Mingyu chokes out. Your lips part, gears in your brain turning trying to come up with something. He cuts you off, “It’s like you don’t even know me, Y/N. I could never hold a grudge against you– o-or anyone for that matter.” he ends with a nervous laugh. The burning on his cheeks and tips of his ears are thankfully covered by his mask and grown-out hair, but his incessant blinking gives him away.
(“Ah! Stop it!” Mingyu whined while fanning his burning face with his hands. Ignoring him, you amped up your antics.
“I’m serious, Gyu! These are so good,” you were completely in awe as you flipped through the sketchbook ungracefully propped on one of his pillows. You’d accidentally ‘discovered’ it while helping him clean his dorm. His roommates were never ones for hygienic habits. “I mean, I always knew you sketched and stuff but this is like, amazing. I know you and Hao are besties but you could seriously give him a run for his money.”
“Oh, don’t say that,” he’s tearing up now. Your face drops in concern but he just waves you away. “Ugh, I hate it when this happens.”
“Are you crying? Y-you cry when you’re embarrassed, Gyu? What about your ki-”
“Embarrassment and humiliation are different!” he rushed out, voice turning shrill. Mingyu wiped at his eyes before fully turning to you. “You know how your whole face heats up when you’re embarrassed? That, but it’s a hundred times worse for me. Like, it’s so hot I literally start crying.”
“Are you serious?” you deadpanned. “Because yeah, I’ve had my moments but damn.”)
The memory plays in your head as clear as day. As much as you’ve willed to forget about him, to fill your mind with anything else these past few years, your own body betrays you. This whole meeting is just a sore reminder that you still know every little thing about Kim Mingyu, every sordid detail marked in your brain and haunting the back of your eyelids when you close them at night.
“I’m still sorry, Gyu.” You couldn’t say that enough. No amount of apologies could undo the damage you inflicted upon him. Even begging on your knees won’t magically unbreak his heart. You’ve had years to swallow down this stone-hard pill, but now that you’re in front of the man who’s held your heart while you stomped his into the ground, the pill is suddenly smaller and easier to digest.
Mingyu sits up impossibly straighter and his lips part and close, part and close as he tries to find the right words to say. He’s imagined this a million times – this is a scenario he dreams about when he’s not regretting things that he’s convinced were his fault. Had he been a few years younger, he would’ve already jumped at this opportunity; you’ve already apologized, he can still see the love and longing in your eyes and surely you could read the same emotions in his. The daydream version ends with the two of you walking out of the cafe, hand in hand, and into the bright future.
In the reality version, however, Mingyu sits there in silence. His daydreams and wishes and longing did not prepare him for this.
“I’m not asking for a second chance, I just- I don’t even know where I’m going with this. I’m just sorry, Gyu, for that night, for leaving you like that, for never saying why. You deserved better – you still do.” You swallow hard, pushing the pill down, and exhale. “I still love you, and I’m sorry.” and with that, you stand up, chair scraping against the floor, once again leaving Mingyu confused and hurt.
Snow descends slowly as you walk down the street. You tug your coat closer to your body as if it could shield you from the unnecessary hurt you’re once more putting yourself through. You remember the first time Kim Mingyu told you he loved you, it was during one of your lowest moments. It’s a treasured memory, but Kim Mingyu always resolves to one-up himself.
“Wait!” Mingyu thanks his long legs for the fact that he still caught up with you even after sitting dumbfounded in that stupid cafe for a good minute or so. Or maybe you were just a slow walker, you didn’t exactly get very far, retail shops playing their Christmas jingles still surrounding you.
Your body immediately responds to his exasperated voice. Mingyu stops a good few paces away from you – he’s cautious, that much you understand, but it still squeezes at your heart a little. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then takes two strides. Close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of him, but still far enough to maintain that much needed space. You remember the first time Kim Mingyu told you he loved you, and he does it again this time, but it sounds a little different.
“If we do this again, we have to do it right. We’re not kids anymore, my love.”
You remind yourself. You're just a measly baker, an apprentice, and he's the crown prince, the successor to the throne that you'll serve for most of your life. Yet you take his hand anyway, and let him pull you into his luxurious chambers as he playfully blows out your candle.
featuring: Prince!Mingyu x Baker's Apprentice!Reader
genre: smut, angst
note: had to repost with that pic in the middle specifically. angst no comfort <333
You shouldn't be here. It's half past midnight and you should be in bed, resting well in preparation for a long, hard day tomorrow, not out and about wandering the halls of the castle with a candlestick in hand. And you most definitely should not be making your way to the crown prince's quarters.
Well, when you think about it, you're not really all to blame for this. As the royal baker's apprentice, it is technically your duty to serve the prince, make whatever sweet and flaky pastry or cake the young royal craves.
You were only doing your job when you hand-fed Prince Mingyu the strawberry tarts he'd commissioned, you were only doing your job when you wiped the fluffy whipped cream from the corner of his lips, and you were definitely only doing your job when you let him suckle on your thumb to clean it of the thick cream.
It doesn't matter that you felt yourself heat up and slicken in various parts of your body, doesn't matter that you had to suppress a weak moan when his tongue swirled around the digit, it doesn't fucking matter that in less than a second the prince was kneeling before you and eating out your cunt like it tasted better than the strawberry tarts while you looked around to make sure nobody was near the kitchens to catch you before succumbing to the bliss of having his mouth on you.
And now... well now you're ready to succumb to your forbidden pleasure once again.
This isn't the second time, nor will it be the last. The prince and yourself know it's wrong, it is so fucking wrong but it's so hard to keep your hands off each other. All those longing glances and searing but fleeting touches in the dining hall, it's not enough. Even your nearly nightly rendezvous aren't enough. It's almost sickening how much you miss him during the day and even after he'd just made you cry and drool into his silk sheets. Surely, the king and queen would have your head if they knew what went on in their castle, especially in their precious son’s room.
Speaking of the prince's room—you sigh as you take your final steps towards its heavy oak door. Just as you’re about to meekly knock on the door, it swings open to reveal the prince in his slacks and flowy dress shirt from dinner, the two top buttons open and offering a tempting view of his golden skin. The young royal grins at you like a schoolboy who’s been told he’s allowed to have sweets after dinner.
“My love,” it's quiet, almost cautious, the way he calls out to you. Especially with those warm, sparkling eyes, looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars for him.
You remind yourself. You're just a measly baker, an apprentice, and he's the crown prince, the successor to the throne that you'll serve for most of your life. Yet you take his hand anyway, and let him pull you into his luxurious chambers as he playfully blows out your candle.
Immediately you're engulfed in his arms, the floral scent of the royal gardens and his natural musk greeting your senses. It's intoxicating, and it's so, so bad for you. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, a fond smile etching into your heated skin. He inhales your scent just like you did his and sighs, voice dreamy and floaty. It only ever does become that light when he's with you, and you try not to read into it too much. It'd only hurt if you do. But there's a painful heaviness weighing down on you anyway. “I missed you.”
You deflect, you always do. And you have to wonder if he's sick of it yet. “You just saw me not two hours ago, Your Highness.”
The smile pressed against your skin falters for a second before it's pulling away. Yet when you meet Mingyu's gaze, the eye-crinkling grin is ever-present. "Baby, I thought we were past formalities at this point." He jests, tilting his head and making you think of a confused puppy. Forcing out a chuckle, you shake your head, heart ridiculously heavy in your chest. "Right, right. Sorry, Gyu. Old habits."
The nickname appeases him and the prince's smile brightens if that was even possible. Old habits indeed; ones you can only drop when you're in his bedroom, away from prying and judgmental eyes, away from whispers of you seducing a royal to advance yourself in society. Away from everything that's been haunting you ever since you and the prince let your bodies entangle. He doesn't need to know your current thoughts, nor will he ever hear of them.
"It's alright," he says, and he tries so hard to convince you as well as himself. Mingyu leans in, kisses you gently, and holds you just as carefully. He unloops his arms around your waist and leads you to his bed, large and luxurious and expensive. The silk will never not feel foreign against your skin, too used the worn-out linen of your own bed. You let yourself fall into its strange comfort anyway. “I’ll take care of you, darling.”
The prince is a man of his word, evident in the way he slowly and carefully undoes every button on the back of your blouse, how his fingers—foreign to labor and free of callouses—dance their way to push your underthings out of the way. The warmth of his soft, unsoiled hands travel all across your body, from your chest, to your waist, and to where your plain, linen skirt is tied and holding up the remaining layers separating your skin from his.
All the while his lips were marking you wherever they could. For every inch of skin his hands reveal to his eyes, his lips follow diligently like a moth to a flame. But as enamored as the prince is with you, as dizzy as your scent makes him, he still has enough sense in him to be careful. Whatever marks he leaves are for his eyes only; he couldn’t even bear to think of what would happen to you if someone else were to notice how you would wince when you accidentally touch one of the tender spots under your clothes.
“So beautiful,” you hear him mutter under his breath as he finally swipes your underwear down your legs and kisses the gentle swell of your abdomen. You’ve heard that from him countless of times– you could never understand how something so sweet could tug at your heartstrings so painfully. You only let out a smile and soft exhale in response, a hand coming down to rest on the back of his head.
Mingyu settles himself between your legs, handsome face nearly pressing into your apex. With your fingers now treading and tugging at his soft hair in impatience, you could simply push him forward. You could, but you’d never. Even now, when your prince is quite literally preparing himself to worship you and show you his love in the most blissful way he could think of—you still have to remember your place.
The prince finally dives in, moaning against your heat at the taste of your arousal, and your other hand clamps down on your mouth. There would be nothing more incriminating than noises of pleasure coming from the prince’s quarters when he’s not wed and not one to bring women to his bed when he pleases. No, not your prince. Never your prince.
He has your hips bucking against his face in no time– you hate nothing more than feeding his ego, but your heart flutters anyway when you feel his lips stretch into an intoxicated smile against your folds. It’s dirty, but he’s so sweet, so caring, so considerate. Mingyu pulls away for a second to nip at your thigh before soothing it with a kiss.
“G-gyu,” you breathe out, nails scratching deliciously against his scalp. He makes a humming noise, quite clearly enjoying himself a little too much. “My love, stop. I… I need you.”
His response is immediate if not a little embarrassing for someone of his title. “But you haven’t-”
“I need you, Gyu.” You’ve never asked him for anything until now; that has always bothered him. He had hopes that you’d be convinced that he sees you as an equal at this point—as his lover, for god’s sake—but you regrettably cannot seem to shake your role of a royal servant off. You still act like your only purpose is to heed to his every beck and call when truly all Mingyu wants is to take care of you. To show you what he cannot when you’re outside the solitude of his room. To love you as you deserve.
He sees it in your eyes– the desperation, the sorrow, the longing, and most especially, the love you could never bring yourself to profess. So, Mingyu rises, swipes his hair back from obscuring his sight, and reaches down to grip your thighs. They melt at his touch, almost perfectly malleable. Your thighs are slightly pressing against your stomach; the position completely exposes your puffy, glistening cunt to your lover and you grow bashful at the realization.
You try calling out to him, to maybe make your shyness known, but Mingyu is just awestruck. No matter how many times he’s seen you bare, you always manage to blow him away. He sucks in a breath when his finger touches your wetness, tempted to once again dive in and lap up your nectar. He’d have to ask you to shirk out on your kitchen duties and let him spend the entire day between your legs one of these days. Mingyu shakes the incredulous thought out of his head and instead focuses on the way your cunt is eagerly sucking in his digit.
“I’ll take care of you,” he sighs, almost to himself. He pumps his finger inside you a few times before adding another, checking on your expression for any discomfort. When he sees none, he continues. You fight off any pathetically needy sounds that might escape you all the while. Mingyu notices, he always does. With a reassuring kiss to your calf, he repeats himself. “I’ll take care of you, my love.”
You’re seeing stars by the time he pushes his cock inside you. Mingyu exhales shakily, steeling his self-control so as not to pound you in the mattress and make you miss your duties for a week. Oh, truly, he would if he could. Your thighs are shaking and your hands are almost frantic, searching for something to hold onto.
“Sshh, darling, I’m right here. I’m here.” Mingyu spreads your legs, allowing him to rest his body on yours, hand interlacing with your wandering one and face pressed into your neck. You’ve also found purchase on the pillow supporting your head. His weight embracing you is comforting and serves to push him deeper inside you. Soon you find your hips rolling against his, eager for the mind-numbing pleasure of thickness drilling into you over and over again.
“M-move, please,” you choke out; it’s only then that either of you notice the tears welling in your eyes. Before Mingyu could speak, you exhale something that almost sounds like an order. “Move, my love. Please take care of me.”
Mingyu makes a sound of pleasure that sounds just on the edge of cockiness; you fight the smile that was just starting to spread on your face because of his antics. It’s no use as your expression quickly distorts to that of pleasure as the prince slowly but surely picks up the pace of his hips. He groans out praise after praise into the crook of your neck. Then he’s moving, planting words of affection into your skin with a kiss until he reaches the swell of your chest. Your legs are pushed up higher both to accommodate the prince’s comfort and to drive him deeper into you.
He suckles on the bud of your left breast, hand squeezing yours in ecstacy, a reminder of sorts. You once again slap your hand over your mouth, muffling your wanton moans that were riser higher and higher. Mingyu rises from your chest and pulls you up with him so that you’re on top instead. You gasp at the feeling of him being so deep inside you, thickness stretching your velvet walls so deliciously that you couldn’t help but clench around him. It seems it’s not only your heart that doesn’t want to let go of your prince.
“F-fuck, baby,” Mingyu lets out a breathy laugh, the warmth of his words hitting your collarbone. You look down at him as if to say that you’re listening; you’re met with dazzling brown eyes, love and passion and pure dedication simmering underneath his almost honey-like irises. It takes your breath away. “S-so beautiful like this, feels so good.”
You gyrate your hips on top of his, suppressing a moan at how he continues to fill you up still, bullying your insides and the tip of his cock nudging your most sensitive spot. Your arms are now looped behind his shoulders, pulling him close to your chest. Mingyu goes back to mouthing at your breasts, hands firmly planted on your hips and encouraging you to start bouncing on him.
He realizes that to be a mistake as he nearly cums from the feeling of your cunt gripping him as you bounce, his grip aiding you in your movements. Mingyu marvels at your self control; you’re already so cockdrunk yet your words are stable as you gently sigh, “Touch me, Gyu, please.”
The prince nods, eager to please you and make you feel good. Sometimes he thinks about being at your beck and call– and not only in the bedroom.
His fingers expertly find your clit, teasing the sensitive bundle until he feels you leaking all over his lap. When he feels your hips stutter, a surge of determination washes over him, and suddenly his fingers are rubbing fast circles. He watches you in awe as you throw your head back, hand silencing your whorish sounds. Oh, how your prince longs to hear those sounds.
You don’t even manage to choke out a warning before your whole body seizes up, your sticky and warm arousal making a mess of your lover’s lap and his silk sheets. Without missing a beat, you leap off his lap with trembling legs and take his cock into your mouth, stroking with a passionate hand what you don’t currently have the energy to fit back inside you.
Mingyu shudders and bites his forearm as he floods your mouth with his cum. You help him ride it out, stroking and stroking while he calms down and subdues his moans. A contented hum emanates from your chest as you swallow his release, looking up at him. Mingyu loves you even more like this; when you don’t have a care in the world and hold the purest of love in your eyes as you look at him. He wishes you could look at him like that without having to worry for your life.
His hand soothes your hair as you rest your cheek on his thigh, your own legs still shaking. A few moments later, Mingyu scoops you up, just holds you against his chest and leaves drops of kisses onto the crown of your head. He lays you both down soon after, chests pressed against each other.
"There's something I must tell you," he starts off slowly once you've both caught your breath, cautious and afraid, and you realize this is the same tone he greeted you with earlier. Your gaze catches his, and it bothers you just how foreign the worry on his face looks. Yes, you've seen him worried before, but not like this. Not like his world would end the moment he told you whatever's causing him anxiety like this. It doesn't belong on his face; all there should be is happiness and love and kisses, not whatever the fuck this is that's hurting him. "I'm sure you've heard it already-"
"No, I haven't." you cut him off, precise and final. It's true; you've been doing your best to avoid any and every hot piece of gossip circulating in the kitchens and amongst the servants. You lean into his chest, breathing in the fading familiarity of his scent. Mingyu's hand comes up to caress your hair, afraid to look down at you and see the pain that will undoubtedly paint your face once he unburdens himself of the news.
You nod, cheek squishing against his broad and firm chest. Mingyu sighs when he feels you tracing nondescript patterns on his warm skin. "You can tell me, Gyu. It's all right, you can tell me."
The nickname squeezes at his heart so painfully he actually feels his chest tightening. He leaves one more kiss on your forehead. It feels like a goodbye. He prepares the three words on the tip of his tongue and prays to what powerful being above that you reciprocate it like he knows you want to.
“I love you.” A strong-willed declaration, and your heart simply flutters. After all, how could it not? Your very own prince charming is proclaiming the strongest of feelings for you. Your forehead is pressed against his chest; the loud thumping of his heart chokes your own.
“I love you too, my prince.”
The next time you see Prince Mingyu is when you’re arranging tarts at the buffet, making sure they look presentable and will not teeter off the edge of the tower to be wasted. You catch his eye, and you hope yours are mirroring his– full of sadness and longing and desperation. You look away first.
“Staring at the prince again?” your fellow apprentice Chan nudges your arm, grinning like he’s just said the funniest joke to ever exist. “Aren’t you getting sick of your crush on him?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Chan. This is his engagement party, for heaven’s sake.”
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just took a peek and i must say i really liked the textposts 🤭
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