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A Night Finally Together - mingyu
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a/n: this is a drabble series - so the banner doesn't change but the fics do
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦ū𝐭 (full details under cut)
pairing: c.sc x f!reader
summary: when slutty frat bff!cheol finally stops orbiting and proves he can fck you stupid
genre: frat au, semi-public setting, f2l
word count: 1.5k
warnings: explicit language, rough sex, D/s, physical restraint, degrading language (consensual), possessive behavior,semi-public setting, multiple orgasms, messy sex
Seungcheol has always been a little slutty in your opinion.
It’s not a bad thing.
It’s just a thing.
Every time you worked on a group project with him and some random girl would pop into the group study room to make eyes at him.
While you were literally mid-sentence sometimes.
Such an eye roll.
And you did roll your eyes, and sigh loudly.
And sometimes you just literally paused and stared. Or the one girl who couldn’t take a hint until you literally asked “are you finished?”
She’d stared at you like you were from another planet. But Seungcheol had looked at you and shaken his head and told the girl he would see her later.
“You know you’re not subtle, right?” he’d asked once.
You’d arched a brow. “Sorry, ‘subtle’? Is that what you thought I was going for?“ you asked with a small laugh.
He watched you for a moment like he was sizing you up. You met his gaze without flinching.
He gave a soft shake of his head like he decided you were talking past one another.
“Whatever,” you muttered.
Again. Eye roll behavior.
But then sometimes you randomly fell into his slut-dar.
Like whenever you played beer pong together. And his hands always found their way to your hips. You’d elbowed him the first time it happened, mumbling about how you needed to aim.
He laughed it off. But then five minutes later, you could feel his fingertips touching your low back like he was planting a flag.
Sometimes you let it slide, but mostly you just smacked his hand away, wondering what his deal was.
Because even when you were finished with beer pong and were heading downtown, you always ended up in his vicinity. His arm wrapping around your waist for at least one dance.
And then you would go to get a drink or to talk to someone and he’d be off with someone else. And you would wonder why he even bothered you.
Which was exactly what you were thinking when he asked you to the Phi formal.
“Sorry, what?” you asked, certain that it was some bullshit ask.
He did that thing where he watched you for a beat. “Will you be my date?” he asked it more directly.
You glanced around like you were looking for the hidden camera. “Why?” you asked.
It wasn’t weird for you to get asked to formal, you just usually went with Mingyu (when he didn’t have someone lined up) or Soonyoung (because he was kind of your favorite Phi anyway) and always as friends.
Seungcheol, though? Literally the fuck never.
You watched the way he bit his lower lip. “Because I want you to,” he answered.
“Right, so you can like do a Carrie thing or something?” you couldn’t help yourself. He was so unserious with this.
“That’s an insane option—“ he tried.
“No, it’s perfectly sane given that you and I have zero history and you’re being weird,” you snapped back.
“How am I weird for asking you to go with me?” he asked.
“Because we play beer pong and do group projects and you fuck everyone who isn’t me,” you answered with a laugh.
You hated that you’d walked onto the back deck with him because he said he wanted to ask you something “important.” This wasn’t important. It was mildly uncomfortable.
He gave an annoyed grin. “Maybe I’m trying to fuck you,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Mhmm, yeah, sure,” you muttered, turning to walk inside.
You were surprised when he grabbed your hoodie sleeve, pulling you back towards him.
“I’m not joking,” he whispered, your face inches from his.
You stared at him for a moment. “Yeah, well try harder,” you shot back, quick and honest.
You started to pull away again, but he pulled you right back, shifting so you felt your back hit the brick wall of the house.
He dropped his cup and grabbed your wrists, guiding your arms to his shoulders while he pinned your hips with his. “How’s this?” he asked, voice close and warm, sweet against your skin.
You felt the way his hips rolled against yours, and the hint of his cock stiffening.
It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t exactly what you wanted from him either - not the right tone anyway.
You barely thought through the soft smack you gave his cheek.
But you registered every single emotion that flicked across his features.
And then the way he leaned in close to your ear, tongue tracing just underneath it, swirling against the sensitive skin. “Like it rough, baby?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.
You grinned softly, turning towards him. “Do you even come with that option?” you whispered, teasing.
He pressed closer, teeth grazing your skin. You couldn’t help the hitch in your breath. He bit down gently.
You gasped softly at the way he swapped from biting to sucking to licking, his hips still pressed fully against yours, keeping you in place while his hands traced along your sides.
You pulled his hair roughly. He just smiled against you. “Yeah, baby, just like that,” he murmured, his hips still barely moving.
You were starting to feel the bricks pressing into your back more because he was just holding you there. His hips kept that same slow pace, while his hands slid to your tits, cupping them and squeezing them roughly.
You yelped softly, give his hair a sharp tug. He ignored you, though. He unzipped your hoodie and ducked down, his mouth latching and sucking your nipple roughly through your shirt.
You arched against the wall, fingers working into his scalp as you whined softly. “Yes,” you mumbled when he moved to your other breast, sucking just as hard.
When he pulled away, he leaned up, kissing you sloppily. “Need to do that to your pussy too, don’t I, baby?” he asked.
You nodded, trying to roll your hips against his, but still not being able to move.
He shifted enough to pick you up, your legs going around his waist.
You felt his hand, working to unbutton and unzip your jeans. And then you felt the sudden slide as you sank down into his cock.
Your head fell back. He was deep inside you just from the position. You breathed through the stretch, but he didn’t wait. He snapped his hips from beneath.
You gasped, yanking his hair now, feeling his grin against your throat. “Just like that - so fucking wet for me,” he whispered, nipping at your throat while his hips set a quick pace.
It was overwhelming, feeling his cock stretch you and hit so deep from that strangely perfect angle. You barely had time to tell him you were close, your pussy just reacted, your orgasm messy and fast, dripping.
But he wasn’t finished yet. He pulled out and put you down, turning you so you faced the wall. He pulled your jeans and underwear down and spread your legs, pulling your hips back until he was inside you again.
He fucked into you harder this time, replacing your hands and body against the wall every time you shifted. He pounded and pounded.
“Tell me when you’re close,” he whispered against your throat. You nodded.
And only a few moments later, you were babbling to him. “Close, Cheol, do whatever,” you whimpered.
And he did, pulling out and pushing your hips against wall. “Yeah, make a mess that everyone can see,” he said, breath hot against the nape of your neck, as he fingered your pussy roughly.
And you did come, thighs shaking - your cunt even messier the second time, you clenched your pussy as he worked your clit, another wave gushing against the brick, as you softened back against him.
His fingers slowed, teasing you gently, sliding between your wet pussy lips, pushing gently into your hole, working another small spurt of cum from you.
“Look at your mess, baby,” he whispered against your cheek. And you did, you could see the damp bricks and the way it dripped to the ground, the little puddle.
“Such a good little messy cunt,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. He hands squeezed your inner thighs roughly as he pulled your hips back again, the head of his cock teasing your pussy again.
He pushed you back against the wall, fucking into you hard and fast, the fat head of his cock pounding deeper with every thrust until he came, filling you.
He gasped, breathing hard against your throat. “Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting a few more times. You tried to clench around him, but it wasn’t as tight as you wanted.
He still felt it, though. “Greedy, baby,” he whispered. “Always knew you’d know what I like,” he murmured, still fucking into you softly.
He took his time pulling out.
And even later when you were back in his room, lying in his bed after a quick shower. You were still mildly surprised at the easy way his hand slid down just to play with your pussy while you were half asleep.
You swatted his cheek. “Seriously,” you mumbled.
“You know you like it,” he whispered, as his fingers sank into you. “Wake up with Daddy’s fingers inside,” he whispered into your hair. “You’ll probably wake up trying to fuck yourself on them,” he said, voice so certain.
And not totally wrong.
a/n: hope it's fun
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warnings: nsfw (mdni), smut, oral, established relationship, fingering
pairing: mingyu x fem!reader
wc: 707
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Night was falling over Seoul. The living room was lit only by the candles you had lit. Your lover would be home soon. You were waiting for him. He had been on tour in the United States with his group for a month, a very long month.
That night, you were wearing a black nightgown that perfectly hugged the curves of your body. It revealed just enough skin to let him imagine the rest. Underneath, you were wearing nothing but a black lace thong.
The clock showed half past midnight when the door opened. You stood up from the armchair to finally find yourself face to face with him. He was finally there, just a few steps away from you, and immediately noticed what you were wearing. His eyes devoured you. You knew perfectly well the effect you had on him. He wanted you and he wanted you now.
He dropped his backpack at the entrance, took a few quick steps, and firmly grabbed your waist before pinning you against the wall. He pressed his lips against yours in a burning, urgent kiss. Your lips met naturally; everything felt harmonious.
He wanted you completely. His lips trailed down your neck to the swell of your chest, while his hands slipped under your nightgown to grab your ass, his favorite part of your body.
Without ever leaving each other, you slowly made your way to the bedroom. He gently pushed you onto the bed and undressed in front of you, never breaking eye contact. He offered you a show you truly enjoyed. You took your time savoring what was in front of you.
Once he was undressed, it was your turn. He helped you remove your nightgown. You were now both in your underwear. He joined you on the bed, positioned himself above you, and towered over you with his entire frame. He placed wet kisses along your neck, your chest, your stomach, the inside of your thighs, all the way to your sensitive spot.
During his absence, you had tried to pleasure yourself alone, but it was never the same. No toy could replace him. Only he knew how to make your body react.
His tongue moved slowly, your hand slipped into his hair without pulling, and sometimes he sucked on your clit, making you shiver. You felt a finger slip inside you as he continued. The combination drove you insane. You arched your back, breathed heavily, feeling your orgasm approaching.
But just before you tipped over the edge, he stopped and moved back up toward you. Frustration flooded through you.
“I don’t want you to come like this, baby,” he whispered. “I want to feel you come around me.”
He kissed you again, and you tasted yourself on his lips.
Then he straightened up, positioned himself at your entrance, and gently rubbed the tip against you. You squirmed impatiently. He let out a soft laugh before slowly pushing inside you, far too slowly for your liking.
You closed your eyes as you felt him fill you completely. He moved carefully and slowly, afraid of hurting you, letting your body adjust to him. As he moved gently, he leaned down to kiss you tenderly, breathless, his lips traveling up to your jaw.
“Mingyu,” you moaned.
You moaned his name, and he understood immediately. He straightened up, firmly grabbed your thighs, and picked up the pace. Your body recognized him instantly.
“You’re so beautiful like this, completely mine.”
Your cheeks flushed as you moaned, pulling him down to kiss him. Your bodies reunited after a month apart, with the same burning intensity. Your sighs, his muffled moans against your neck, everything blended together in a soft yet fiery frenzy.
That night, there were no breaks, only whispered I love you between kisses and caresses.
You felt yourself getting close, your muscles tightening around him, and you could see him struggling to hold on. After a few final thrusts, you reached pleasure together.
You stayed like that for a while before he pulled out, then lay down beside you and curled up against your body. You placed one last kiss on his chest before closing your eyes
