Perfect for Me - Kim Mingyu
Warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI! (Will block if you have no age) smut with plot [includes unprotected sex (please be safe!), oral (f. receiving), slight cockwarming], cursing, includes sensitive topics such as mentions of fat-shaming, and E.D (let me know if I missed anything else) Pairings: Mingyu x Reader Genre: Non-idol, romance, wedding(f. sister's), & boyfriend!mingyu, bigd!ckmingyu Word Count: 6,700+ a/n: Mingyu being a green flag, showing his girl how perfect she is for him! 🫣🤭 Also, this is barely proofread, so... yeah
With much excitement, you place the last item, your pink makeup bag, into the corner of the suitcase. You leaned back to scan the perfectly packed luggage before you clasped your hands together, officially ready to go.
“All done!” you whispered to yourself, almost squealing.
Just as you closed your suitcase and zipped it, you heard, “Babe, are you ready?”
You turned your head toward the door, and there he was—your boyfriend, Mingyu—leaning against the frame with one hand in his pocket, the other tousling his dark hair that fell right above his eyes. He wore relaxed linen pants and a light cardigan that made him look effortlessly handsome and soft. It was the perfect look for the location you were going to.
“Ready to go?” he asked again, voice soft but filled with excitement.
You stared for just a moment too long, taking in how unfairly attractive he looked, even in something so simple. You felt your cheeks heat up, and your heart was racing. Somehow, he always did that to you, reminding you how lucky you were, making you question how someone with such a kind heart and breathtaking as he chose you of all people.
You quickly turn away to focus on the handle of your suitcase.
“Ready!” You replied, grabbing the handle quickly before he could catch the blush growing on your face.
It took just a couple strides with his long legs, he was standing in front of you, taking over.
“Let me grab that for you,” he said, effortlessly taking the handle from you as it weights nothing.
He glanced at you with that soft smile, sparkly eyes that made your heart melt. Then, with fingers brushing lightly against yours, he reached for your hand where it slid perfectly into his.
“You look beautiful in that dress,” he said, complimenting your light yellow, flowy dress that fell just above your knee. You blushed, thanking him with a kiss on his cheeks.
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Just a few hours later, you stepped off the airplane and took your first breath of Hawaii. You were hit with the scent of ocean breeze, plumeria flowers, and the sweetness of happiness. You spun slowly, heart light, trying to take it in the lush green mountains, the blue waves, the sway of palm trees that danced in the sun.
The beauty of the island captivated your heart, and you couldn’t help the giddy smile that stretched across your face.
Click.
You blinked, startled by the sound, and turned to see Mingyu holding up his phone.
“Mingyu!” you gasped, “Delete that!”
He grinned, his eyes crinkled as he began backing away with his phone held above his head. “Absolutely not,” he said smugly. “You looked so cute just now!”
You let out a playful groan and lunged for the phone, but he sidestepped easily, far too used to your antics. “You always do this!” you pouted, crossing your arms as you glared at him.
“And I always win,” he said with a wink, stepping closer. He cupped your chin gently, giving it a soft pinch. “But I love when you pout. You’re too adorable.”
You rolled your eyes, but let out a defeated laugh. Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you, tender, slow, and full of affection.
When he pulled away, his voice was a whisper. “We’re here.”
You smiled against his shoulder, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Let’s go make some memories.”
The Uber rolled to a gentle stop in front of the Hilton. The door opened, and a bellman stood there with a courteous smile. “Welcome to the Hilton, ma’am,” he greeted with a extended hand.
“Thank you,” you said warmly, accepting his hand as you stepped out.
You barely had time to adjust to the brightness of the sun when you heard it—your name.
“Y/N!”
You turned, eyes searching the entrance until you spotted her—Tiffany, your big sister, waving both arms as she ran barefoot across the walkway, her sandals dangling from her fingers.
You barely had time to brace before she threw her arms around you. “Oh my gosh, you’re here!” she squealed, hugging you so tight your feet almost lifted off the ground.
You laughed, wrapping your arms around her. “I miss you too sis!”
She pulled away slightly to look at you, her eyes shimmering with excitement. “I still can’t believe it’s happening.”
You smiled, taking a moment to look at her. Her hair was pulled up in a casual bun, her tank top tucked into a breezy skirt, and despite the simple look, there was a glow about her—pure happiness. She had always been the strong, independent big sister who held everything together, and now she looked different.
The look of love.
“You look so happy, unnie,” you whispered, a lump forming in your throat.
She nodded, voice lower. “I am.”
Behind you, Mingyu was already unloading the luggage, greeting John with a respectful nod and a big hug. The men exchanged laughs and began talking about life like they were old acquaintances. It made you smile—how easily Mingyu fit into your life, into your family.
Tiffany looped her arm through yours. “Come on,” she said with a grin. “I have so much to show you! And wait until you see your bridesmaid dress. You’re going to love it.”
You followed her toward the hotel entrance, heart full and floating, fingers brushing the silky petals of a flower lei around your neck.
You looked at Tiffany, her glowing face.
Tiffany.
Your sister. Your second mom. Your forever role model.
Five years older than you, Tiffany was someone you wanted to be when you grew up. From a young age, she was the one who held the umbrella over your head when it rained, packed your lunch when Mom forgot, and braided your hair when you asked.
Growing up, Tiffany had this way of making everything feel like it would be okay—even if it wasn’t. She had answers for questions you didn’t know how to ask, and even when she was stern, you knew it was because she cared. People called her intimidating sometimes, maybe it was the sharp way she could cut through nonsense or the way she always seemed so put-together, but you knew better. Beneath her demeanor, her heart was soft for the people she loved.
And now, here she was.
A bride.
You could hardly believe it.
Tiffany had always been the one who didn't need anyone. She built her life piece by piece. She was the woman who didn’t cry at sad movies, who carried grocery bags in one trip, and who fixed her own leaky faucet just because she could. Love wasn’t something she chased; she didn’t trust it easily.
Until John.
John came into her life gently and slowly. And instead of challenging her independence, he respected it. He gave her a place to rest, to breathe, to be the version of herself she never had time to be before.
You saw it in the way she laughed more freely. How she didn’t rush to fix everything, because someone was finally looking after her. She could cry now—and not apologize for it.
She was both parts—the girl who built armor and the woman who now dared to take it off.
And you? You were proud.
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The outdoor hotel restaurant was airy and warm, filled with the soft sounds of waves crashing in the distance and hushed conversations of others. You sat at a long table beneath an open lanai, the golden sun casting soft glows your family. Your dad was laughing with John about something, Tiffany was showing your mom something on her phone, and Mingyu was sitting beside you, legs brushing gently against yours beneath the table.
The conversation were updates about work, funny memories, wedding excitement, until…
“Oh my,” your mom said suddenly next to you, her voice playful with eyes on you. “You’ve gained some weight, haven’t you?”
The words stung immediately. Your fork hovered mid-air, and before you could respond, she gave your upper arm a playful pinch.
You tensed. Instinctively, your other arm wrapped around yourself in defense. “I just gained a little weight,” you said softly, trying to laugh it off. “Mingyu and I workout often lifting weight so, I probably just look thicker than usual.”
Mingyu always noticed when your energy changed. His gaze flicked to you with his expression unreadable, but his hand found yours under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.
It was the typical Korean mom thing to say and just when you hoped she’d stop, she didn’t. “Lifting weights will make you look muscular. Just don’t eat too much today and tomorrow, okay? You’ll look too fat in the bridesmaid dress.”
You looked up at her, blinking, trying to keep your voice even. “Mom, can I just… eat?”
She sighed, dramatically. “Tiffany worked so hard to look perfect for her wedding. The least you could do is try to look good for the pictures.”
There it was, that old, familiar jab. Always shadowed by your sister’s perfect image—her accomplishments, her looks, her everything. Tiffany had always been the one people praised. Pretty. Thin. Successful. And you? You were the one with “potential” and was “cute, but…”
It wasn’t new. But it still hurt.
Your voice rose slightly, cracked with restrained emotion. “Mom…”
You didn’t need to finish. Mingyu’s hand squeezed tighter, grounding you. Tiffany’s eyes snapped up from her plate.
“Mom, she looks fine,” Tiffany firm said. “Better than fine, actually. Let her eat in peace.”
Your mom clicked her tongue, dismissive. “She’s so short-tempered. I can’t say anything without her getting emotional. It’s just constructive criticism.”
Tiffany frowned, her brows knitting as she shook her head. “You call it criticism. I call it harmful.”
She turned back to you. “Eat. Don’t listen. You’re on vacation.”
You nodded slightly, trying to focus on the food in front of you, but your appetite had already vanished.
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After lunch, you strolled along the beach with your family. When the sun began to lower in the sky, it casted everything in soft coral light. Mingyu held your hand as your feet sank slightly into the sand, but your thoughts were somewhere else. You faked a smile every time someone said something to you. You said all the right things, but inside, you were aching.
Now, back in the hotel room, you stood in front of the bathroom mirror.
The bathroom light was too harsh. Too honest.
You turned sideways, then straight on again, examining your curves. Yes, your hips were slightly wider, your arms fuller but that wasn’t from laziness. You had been weightlifting. Your body was stronger than it used to be. Healthier, even.
But all you could hear were your mother’s words.
Too fat. Ruining the pictures. Not good enough.
You looked away quickly as your heart tightened in your chest, eyes burning. You hadn’t cried about this stuff in years, but suddenly you felt like a teenager again when you counted calories, skipped meals, compared yourself to Tiffany’s untouched plate.
Back then, it was a battle that no one noticed.
Then you heard a knock that pulled you out from your thoughts.
“Babe, you okay in there?” Mingyu’s voice was gentle on the other side of the door.
You blinked, and a tear slid down your cheek. You wiped it away fast and turned on the sink.
“I’m okay. Be out in a minute,” you said, voice light.
“Alright. Just call me if you need anything.”
You splashed cool water on your face, watching the droplets slide down your cheeks before patting them dry. You couldn’t let him see you like this because you didn’t want him to worry.
But as soon as you stepped into the room, Mingyu turned toward you, attention all on you, entire body alert with soft smile.
He took one look at your face, and the smile faded.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward, cupping your face in both hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks. One hand slid gently to the back of your head, anchoring you.
“Hey. What’s going on?” he whispered.
You tried to smile, shaking your head. “I’m just not feeling well. Maybe you should go to dinner without me.”
His gaze didn’t waver. He knew. He always knew.
“It’s your mom again, isn’t it?”
You let out a shaky sigh and dropped your eyes.
“She always does this,” you whispered. “She always makes me feel like I’m not good enough. I could lose ten pounds, and she’d still find something.”
Mingyu’s jaw flexed, but his voice stayed calm, loving. “Baby… you’re more than enough. You’re everything.”
You looked up at him then, meeting his eyes. That look the one that said you were beautiful, exactly as you were, truthfully.
He kissed your forehead, then rested his own gently against yours.
“It’s your sister’s rehearsal dinner. You wouldn’t want to miss it, right? he said softly.
You swallowed, nodded your head.
“And if you don’t want to eat much, that’s okay. But I want you to eat something. Just a little. Tomorrow’s a big day.”
You nodded again, and he smiled.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered planting a kiss on your cheeks. “My gorgeous, strong, perfect girl.”
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Dinner was in full swing with string lights twinkling above, laughter echoing across the room, and soft island music played in the background. The smell of grilled seafood, fresh fruit, and warm garlic bread filled the air as you wove through guests greeting cousins, old family friends, and Tiffany’s bridesmaids—many of whom felt like your honorary older sisters.
You wore a slightly tight-fitted sundress, a soft blush pink that hugged your curves in all the right places. The fabric clung gently to your waist and hips, showing off the shape you worked hard for, with delicate straps and a subtle sweetheart neckline that framed your collarbones. You had been nervous about it earlier, but it was elegant, romantic, even flattering to the point that Mingyu wouldn't stop complimenting you on the way down. Still, you couldn’t help but tug at the sides occasionally, hoping no one was looking too closely.
“You’ve grown so beautifully into your features,” one of Tiffany’s friends said, pulling you into a warm hug.
“Seriously, Y/N, you’re glowing,” another said, placing a gentle hand on your arm. “And that man of yours…” She turned her eyes across the room to where Mingyu was laughing with one of your uncles who was pouring him shots.
You followed her gaze. Mingyu was glowing in his white button-up slightly rolled at the sleeves, a few undone at the top, and his smile lighting up his entire face.
“Girl,” she whispered, nudging your side. “You hit the jackpot.”
“I did, didn’t I?” you said with a soft laugh.
Soon after, more compliments came your way.
“Who’s that tall, handsome man you brought with you?” one aunt teased. “He’s like a Korean drama lead. Good looks, good manners, AND he helped me carry a plate.”
You laughed, cheeks warm. “That’s Mingyu.”
“I like him,” another cousin said. “The way he looks at you, seems like we’ll be hearing wedding bells soon!”
“Oh no! We’re still too young!”
Someone called him over, and when he arrived at your side, you could see the moment he realized everyone had been talking about him.
“Oh no,” he said with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.
“She’s a lucky girl, huh?” someone teased.
“No, I’m the lucky one,” Mingyu replied instantly, his voice earnest as his ears turned an adorable shade of pink.
You couldn’t help but smile up at him, your heart fluttering despite everything.
Soon after greeting everyone, you could, you made your way toward the buffet, excited to try the grilled seafood and the truffle risotto everyone was raving about. Just as you picked up your plate, you heard your mother’s voice behind you.
“Have you tried on your bridesmaid dress yet?”
You turned to her. “Not yet. I was going to later tonight—”
Before you could finish, she grabbed your wrist lightly but firmly. “Come. Try it on now. We need to make sure it fits before the last minute.”
“Mom, I’m in the middle of—”
“It’ll only take a moment,” she insisted with that familiar edge in her tone, already leading you away from the crowd.
Back in your room, you stood in front of the mirror, dress zipped up, hands fidgeting at your sides.
It fit, perfectly.
Snuggly, but perfect. The fabric hugged your waist and curved over your hips. You turned slightly, trying to get a full view. It wasn’t bad at all. In fact, you thought you looked… okay. Kind of beautiful, even.
Your mom, however, let out a disapproving breath.
“Hm. It’s tighter than it should be.” She circled around you slowly like she was inspecting a product on a shelf. “You look too full here—” she patted your hip, “—and here.” Her fingers grazed your arm.
You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly tight. “It fits, though. I mean… it zipped up.”
She tilted her head. “Just barely. You should’ve cut out the snacks and sweets. I warned you, didn’t I?”
That invisible weight you always carried the one labeled not good enough slammed back down on your shoulders.
“Everyone else is going to be slim in the pictures,” she added, adjusting the strap on your dress. “You don’t want to be the one ruining the bridal party photo.”
Your breath caught in your chest. You blinked quickly, willing the tears to stay back.
But one slipped out anyway.
“Mom, please stop.”
She looked startled, as if your tears were an overreaction.
“I’m just being honest,” she said flatly, stepping back.
You turned around, arms wrapping around yourself. “I don’t want to go back down.”
“Don’t be such a crybaby! Go wash your face. Fix your makeup. Smile.”
You didn’t answer. You just stared at your reflection. And for a moment, you didn’t recognize yourself, not because of how you looked, but because of how small you suddenly felt.
Back downstairs, the laughter and music hit your ears again, but none of it felt the same.
You hovered by the edge of the room, unsure of where to go or what to say, until Mingyu found you.
“There you are,” he said, relief softening his features. “You, okay?”
You nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Just…” You puffed out your cheeks to hold your emotions. "Do my hips look big to you?"
He looked at you, long and deep, his dark eyes scanning your face like he could see through every crack in your composure.
“What happened upstairs?” he asked gently.
You shook your head. “Nothing, I’m okay.”
He didn’t budge. “No, it’s not okay. Let's go get you something to eat." He said, trying to pull you to the buffet.
You shook your head because you had already lost your appetite.
He turned fully to you and leaned down. "You need to eat something, baby.”
You hesitated. Then, slowly, you took a plate and picked at a small portion of food. Just enough to make him stop worrying. You forced a smile when he sat beside you. And when he reached for your hand under the table, you squeezed it back—softly, gratefully.
---
After mingling, chatting, and drinking a couple of cocktails, you wandered back to your room, tipsy just enough for your head to feel floaty.
But your heart was heavy.
You felt like everyone had seen you smiling and laughing, but no one saw the truth behind your eyes. You felt bloated, scrutinized, and insecure. Your reflection from earlier still haunted you.
The door clicked shut behind you, and before you could even take a breath, Mingyu wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.
He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “I missed you,” he murmured.
You sighed, melting into his embrace, your body molding into his like it always did, safe, warm, familiar. You could tell that he, too, was feeling the drinks that your male cousins and uncles were handing him back to back.
You stood in silence for a moment, listening to how both of your breaths synced with one another. Then he whispered softly, words slightly slurring, “Can I confess something?”
You hummed, wondering what he was going to say that could boost your ego. Because when it came to Mingyu, you were usually in a world of surprises.
He pulled away from you, but his hands remained on your shoulder as he stood behind. Gently, he turned your body to face the mirror on the left side before he swept your long hair to your back.
One hand was on your hip as the other wrapped across your chest. His chin rested on your shoulder when you felt his breath on your neck. He neared your ear to whisper, making your heart skip a beat as you hold your breath.
"Look at you," he began, his words slightly slurring with a lopsided smile, "You're the most beautiful person l've ever seen."
His words made you swallow while looking at your own reflection in the mirror. You watched the way he was looking down at you and weren't sure where he was going with this, but you knew he had more to say, so you listened.
“You don’t have to be enough for your mom. You’re already more than enough for me, so perfect for me. You’re beautiful. Strong. Sexy. Smart. And so, so loved.”
You tried to smile, lips trembling seeing the way Mingyu made eye contact from you through the mirror. He moved his hands, both squeezing your arms.
As he continued to speak in that low, deep, husky voice of his, he didn't look away. Instead, he locked eyes with you through the mirror firmly. "You are one of the strongest women I've met, both mentally and physically. The way you work so hard in the gym, so focused, so strong. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect girlfriend who is willing to work out with me."
This was a side of Mingyu you've seen often. One that would just compliment you and make you feel so loved whether you needed or not.
You watch how his hands travelled down to your hips, making your body twitch from his touch. Somehow, you knew exactly what was going to happen next and were ready for it. You wanted it.
“You asked if your hips were too big, but I think they’re perfect because you have the most beautiful, luscious ass that makes men turn their heads,” then he let out a soft chuckle. “I mean, of course, I’ll fight anyone who looks at it because it’s all for me.”
You felt the rumble of his laughter in his chest, making you smile slightly, amused by his words.
Then he continued.
“And you know, this dress you’re wearing,” he lowered his head slightly, planting a kiss on your shoulder where you once again, melted into him.
“You’re so fucking sexy that I couldn’t stop staring during dinner.”
There was a glint of mischief in his eyes, but there was also something else that made the words he was saying feel genuine.
He wrapped his arm around your waist again, pulling you impossibly close before you brought your hands up and placed them over his. You felt his gaze, looking at you above from the side before his nose brushed your cheeks before trailing down to your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. You looked in the mirror and saw the way he eyelids looked heavy, almost dizzy from taking in your intoxicating scent. He nuzzled his nose against your jaw, signaling you to tilt your head the opposite way to allow him in the crook of your neck. His wet lips latched on to your skin, sucking it ever so softly as he held you tight against him, pelvic to ass.
In that moment, you felt the way your heart and something else were throbbing for him to do something more.
“Mingyu,” you whispered, almost whimpering for him to continue touching you.
His arm wrapped around your shoulder again with his hand lifting your chin up to look up, your eyes locking with his.
There was an unspeakable emotion between you two. Your pain and gratitude—his concern and admiration. You wanted to tell him how much it meant to you, how lucky you felt, how broken you’d felt hours earlier, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“You’re perfect.”
And that was enough for you. You reached for him, and he leaned down to you, lips crashing into yours with more emotion than either of you expected.
It was a kiss full of affection and urgency, rushed and hungry, like he wanted to kiss the pain out of you and needed to remind you that in his eyes, you were perfect.
You felt his hand turn your shoulder to face your body towards him before he pulled you against him. You brought your arms up, wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss with so much urgency.
And in that moment, you didn't feel self-conscious or insecure.
You felt loved, desired and safe, but most of all his perfect girl.
The kiss grew hotter, needier, and wetter with his tongue exploring every cavern in your mouth as his hand roamed up and down your body before his hand settled on your ass, squeezing it.
You moaned in between, letting him know you felt his love not only through his words of affirmation, but through his kiss. His touch.
His hands brushed up your arm before he unzipped the back of your dress and then lowered the straps before letting the top fall. You removed your arms from him, letting each strap fall, settling the fabric above your sexy, wide hips. He hoisted the fabric of your dress and broke the kiss to pull the dress over your head before tossing it somewhere in the room.
Carefully, he pushed you against the mirror on the wall where he took all of the perfection of your body in. “So perfect and this is all mine,” he mumbled.
You smiled, this time, a real genuine one.
But also, “Mingyu, I need-“ you pushed your self off the mirror, begging for him.
Instead, he steadied you against the mirror, his hot breath against your lips, he said, “I know, baby, I need you too,” he said, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
“Let me show you tonight that I mean every word I say.”
Mingyu placed a petaled kiss on from your jaw to neck. You opened your eyes and met his gaze as he lowered himself to his knees. His hand grabbed the hem of your panties and pulled it down to your ankle where he lifted each feet to rid it before tossing it to the direction of your dress.
You watched as he placed your feet on his shoulder, his hand travelled up from your ankle to steadying your leg with his hand right above your knee. He placed a gentle kiss on your inner thigh, making your body shiver, a whimper leaving your mouth.
Then he brought his hand to your wet cunt, exploring your folds with his fingers.
You instinctively grabbed his wrist, but it didn’t bother him. He continue flicking your folds with his fingers, making your breath uneven, already slowly coming undone.
“Hmmm, my perfect girl is so wet for me,” he said before promptly inserting two fingers into your soaking hot cunt with his thumb playing with your nub.
Seconds later, you found his face was buried between your legs, his mouth on your throbbing clit, sucking it, making you throw your head back, a moaning mess.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe… no.
It was the fact that Mingyu was just really fucking good at making you feel really fucking good.
He wrapped his arm around your thigh firmly, making sure you kept open for him. You looked down at him and saw how he was ravishing you from below, the way his tongue lapped between your throbbing lips, sucking every juice coming out from you as he grumbled through his throat like a starved man.
“Ah! Min-“ you began panting his name when the sensation really hit you.
It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before, but somehow, more than ever, he felt proud hearing your pretty, perfect little moans ring in his head as he continued to eat you out. “This perfect pussy is all mine,” he moaned, lips barely parting from you.
“Yeah, Gyu feels so good,” you whined.
When the sensation of being eaten out so good while standing hit you, your knees became weak, almost buckling under. With nothing to hold, your hand landed in his hair, fingers threading through the strands while your body arched and writhed from the pleasure. His thumb drew circles on your clit, making you grind your cunt against his mouth, wanting him to devour you impossibly more.
“Gyu,” Your jaw dropped open, almost unable to continue your words. “I’m gonna-“ You rolled your eyes, head thrown back, “cum.”
But he didn’t stop. If anything, you felt like his moans became louder, vibrating against your core as if telling you to cum all over his tongue. And when your body began to tremble, he looked up and watched you released all over his tongue.
Your breath was ragged, and you were out of focus, not realizing that Mingyu had already put your other feet on the ground and was now standing up.
You turned over, supporting yourself against the mirror, and immediately, it gave him an idea.
Quickly, Mingyu unbuckled his belt and undid the button of his pants before pulling both clothing particles to his ankles. When you heard his belt hit the ground, you saw from the reflection how erect his cock, slapping against his abdomen. You pushed yourself off the mirror and placed one hand on his muscular abdomen as the other grabbed his big cock in your small hands that could never fully grasp around it because of how big it was. And what you loved most about it was when he filled your warm hole up and fucked so good everytime. You wanted to return the favorite to him, but before you could get on your knees, he hoisted your arms up to stop you. “Mmmh no, baby, tonight is about you,” he said, making your cunt throb once more for him.
Quickly, he threw his shirt before he began bumping his cock as he grinned, watching you. Carefully, he turned you to look at the mirror again as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. He continued to pump himself, and you felt his precum against the skin of your ass, and couldn’t wait to have him inside of you.
Your legs squirmed tightly together as your body writhed, aching for him. You grabbed his arm and turned you neck to look up at him. “Gyu please, I need you in me,” you begged.
He kissed your cheeks, then your ears. “Look at how perfect your body is for me. It’s fine if you were skinny…”
You looked at the mirror but suddenly, quickly, but gently, he leaned you over, placed your palms against the mirror, pressing his body on yours from behind.
One hand was on your ass and the other one was squeezing your breast.
“But at how perfect you look right now,” he licked his lips, “So much more for me here,” he said squeezing your breast again. Then he pulled away and promptly smacked your ass, taking you by surprise, but loving it regardless.
“This perfect ass,” he said, slapping your ass with his cock, “mine.”
He put his hands on your hips and leaned down, planting a kiss on your lower back. He stood up, guiding his tip to your entrance.
“Watch.”
That very second, he entered you, he let out a deep growl, feeling you stretch and perfectly fitting around him. Then he bit his lips, eyes rolling backwards. And the way he slid into you so easily made the moment feel so real and raw as if you were perfectly made for him. He looked back at you through the reflection, and you saw a grin growing in his lips.
“Mmmh, baby.” He moaned as he continued to thrust in and out of you.
At first, he went slow to let you get used to his size. Then with each thrust, he began to speed up his pace, balls to ass.
Tears brimmed your eyes as you mewled out, calling his name when he thrusted with so much force. Then you looked up at yourself and saw how you were unraveling. And it drove you crazier when you saw the way his lips were agape, breathing heavily before he threw his head back.
“My perfect baby always taking my cock so well in her perfect pussy,” he chanted out.
Both of your moans filled the room with sounds of his body slapping against yours, and the mirror against you fogging up where you pressed against it. “ughnn,” you moaned loudly as he stimulated your g-spot with his cock alone.
Your moans and screams only encouraged him to go harder, hoping that by now, you knew how perfect you were for him.
Soon, you felt like your arms were going to give up on you, and that’s when your walls began clenching around him. When he felt your falter, he held your waist tighter and thrusted even harder than before.
“Wait for me baby,” he mumbled through his trembling groans.
“Gyu- I can’t-” you cried out.
Immediately, you shrieked and came all over him, body trembling in the position you were in. With a few more hard thrusts, he came after you. He pulled out, huffing and puffing your name under his breath.
You leaned against the wall and when it felt like you were going to fall over, Mingyu caught you by the waist. You turned to face him and immediately turned to face him, placing your lips over him and kissing him hard.
But he wasn’t done yet.
You felt his hand grab the back of your legs before hoisted each leg up. Then with his strong arms, he helped you wrap leg around his waist. You held his broad shoulder when he held your waist.
“ahh! Gyu~” you cried out, when he suddenly inserted your throbbing cunt with his cock. You threw your head back from feeling him deep inside you once again.
Immediately, you leaned down, capturing his lips and kissing him feverishly while he carried you to the bed, climbing on it with his knee. You grind against him and in between the kiss, you mumble “I love you.”
He broke the kiss, gazing his tipsy eyes into yours and smiled.
“I love you so much too,” he said with lids heavy. You stroke his sweaty hair off his face, falling deep into his gaze. Then you lowered your head onto his shoulder, letting him take in your scent. You were tired, but you knew he wanted more. So, that night, you gave him more as he continued to whisper nothing but loving words to you.
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The morning of the wedding, you were greeted by the sound of the wave splashing from outside and the smell of fresh brewed coffee. It was clear, meaning the window was opened.
Sunlight shone through sheer white curtains fluttering with the sea breeze. The sheets were already rumpled, and when you reached out to feel for him, Mingyu’s absence was noted. You blinked sleep from your eyes and turned toward the soft sound of the ocean, realizing the balcony door was open.
Slipping out of bed, you padded across the cool floor and put on a robe before stepping outside. There, Mingyu was, sitting on the edge of the chair, his broad shoulders bathed in gold morning light, coffee in hand, gaze locked on the ocean.
You wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek against his back. His body was warm, solid, and the moment you touched him, he set his cup down and intertwined his fingers with yours.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked softly, his voice still rough from sleep.
You hummed before inhaling his scent of cologne, coffee, salt from the sea air.
He lifted your hand and gently caressed it with his thumb. Then he tilted his head, catching your eyes.
“I thought you’d be tired,” he murmured, eyes twinkling. “It’s going to be a long day. I was going to let you sleep a little longer.”
You shook your head, slipping into his lap with a lazy grin and wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m sore, though,” you teased, feigning innocence with a small pout.
He scrunched his nose, that expression you loved. “I wonder why,” he replied, mischievously, brushing your hair away from your face.
You swatted his chest, and he chuckled, kissing your temple. “So cute,” he whispered, smiling at you.
You hid your head on his shoulder, hiding the embarrassment on your face.
His hand was running up and down your thigh, grinning knowingly. His hands were so big that your thighs could almost fit in his hands.
“One more round before we get ready to go down?”
You quickly perched up and smacked him again, making him giggle before nuzzling his nose into your neck.
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Later that afternoon, the wedding venue came to life on the lush green lawn overlooking the ocean. White roses and baby’s breath hung from every arch, while baby blue satin ribbons swayed in the breeze like waves behind them. Chairs were lined on both sides of the aisle with delicate florals draped along the ends. Crystal fairy lights hung in delicate strands, sparkling like stars in the daylight.
Mingyu looked like he stepped out of a drama, dressed in a light dove gray suit with a baby blue tie, the soft color drawing out the warmth in his skin and the sparkle in his deep brown eyes. His hair was neatly parted, revealing his full features, his jawline sharp yet soft with affection.
He had been helping your father and Johnny with the set-up earlier, lifting, organizing, and solving last-minute issues with that same calm smile that charmed everyone.
At one point, your dad came in to check up on you and your sister. “You really got yourself a good one,” he said to you with a proud grin. One of Tiffany’s friends giggled, “He’s even better looking in person. You hit the jackpot.”
You blushed, hiding your face behind your hand at the compliments.
Just before the ceremony started, your phone buzzed with a message from him:
“Please, just a peek? I can’t wait to see you.”
You smiled at your screen, already flustered. You wanted to go out there and run into his arms and let him shower you with compliments, but your nosy sister peeked at your phone.
Tiffany saw the way you were smiling and smirked. “Nope. You look too beautiful! He’s not seeing you until you walk down the aisle.”
You rolled your eyes, letting out a soft chuckle.
“Unnie, I’m not the bride here, you are!”
She shook her head, then shifted, her undivided attention on you. “By the way, you’re glowing. What happened last night?” she added with a wink.
You gasped softly, then swatted her arm at the nerve your sister had to ask you such a question, but you smiled knowingly to her. After all, you two were close enough to share these kinds of things.
“I’m leaving,” you say as you walk away to the full body mirror. You looked into the mirror, smoothed down your dress—a silk, baby blue number that hugged your figure just right. The neckline dipped slightly, showing just enough, while the fit accentuated the curve of your waist and hips. Your hair was styled in a soft, curly updo with loose strands framing your face. You felt… beautiful. Nervous. But beautiful.
---
Outside, where everyone was sitting, the piano music began to play. All of the bridesmaids had already walked out. You turned to Tiffany and saw her eyes glistening. “Don’t cry,” she whispered, voice tight with emotion. You nodded, but your throat was already thick.
Being the maid of honor, you were the last to walk down the aisle before the bride. As you stepped forward arm in arm with the final groomsmen, the crowd turned. You looked around before you locked eyes with Mingyu.
You saw the way his mouth parted slightly, eyes wide, heart written across his face. He looked utterly stunned. Like he’d never seen anyone more breathtaking.
As you reached the altar and stood at your place, Tiffany appeared at the top of the aisle. Johnny’s expression crumpled with emotion as she walked toward him, radiant and strong. You took her bouquet and stepped aside, eyes on her, heart full.
You looked back at Mingyu to ground your nerves and try not to cry. You saw the way he smiled, and his eyes sparkled.
“So beautiful,” he mouthed as he watched you walk down the aisle.
You blushed before mouthing back to him, “So handsome.”
The vows came, raw, loving, vulnerable. Tiffany spoke about finally letting herself rest in someone’s arms. Johnny called her his home.
All of their beautiful words that they exchanged made you even more emotional. You saw the love in your soon-to-be brother in laws eyes, and it made you sniffled. You were trying to hold it in, then you looked at Mingyu.
He was watching you the whole time.
“Don’t cry,” he mouthed, eyes soft.
But when he added, “I love you,” silently from across the aisle, your breath hitched, and a single tear escaped.
You mouthed it back, “I love you too.”
When they kissed to seal the vows, and the crowd erupted into cheers. You clapped, your heart full, cheeks damp.
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That evening, the reception was filled with laughter and joy. Guests played wedding games, like trivia about the bride and groom and “guess the dance move” challenges. The father-daughter dance was a tearjerker, Tiffany danced with your dad to a soft ballad, both smiling with glossy eyes.
Later, Mingyu reached for your hand, pulling you gently to the dance floor as a slow song began to play. He spun you into him, holding you close. His hand rested warm against your back, the other laced with your fingers.
“You’re glowing,” he whispered against your ear.
“You said that already this morning,” you replied shyly.
You were reminded of the way he made love to you once more that morning before you both officially decided to get ready to join everyone in preparing for the wedding.
His fingers intertwined into yours as he gazed into your eyes. With the sun brightly shining into your room, you clearly saw the way Mingyu was looking at you like you were his whole world.
“You’re so beautiful, I can’t believe your all mine,” he mumbled softly into your ears.
You know that it wasn’t just sex that you were having, but love-making. You felt every emotion flow out from him and the way he whispered love into your ears as your moans sang together rhythmically.
You clutched onto his strong, muscular arms, and tears welled in your eyes. “Mingyu~” you whimpered as he gave you his all.
“Me too baby,” he said.
With just a few more thrusts, your body shook, and he came with you, filling you up.
He fell on top of you, not yet pulling out. “I love you so much,” he said, planting a kiss on your temple.
“I love you, too,” you mumbled.
You both lay in the bed for a bit longer before you began to complain about how heavy he was getting. He laughed, pulling out from you, making you feel a bit empty.
He pushed himself up, showering you with kisses all over your face.
“God, you’re so beautiful. Glowing for me.”
It made you giggle, and heart warm.
“Can’t help it. You’re everything to me.”
Your bodies moved in slow rhythm, melting into each other as the sun dipped below the ocean’s edge. When the music faded, he leaned in and kissed your forehead, then your lips, tender, warm.
As the night quieted, you both slipped away from the party, barefoot as you walked toward the beach hand in hand. The moonlight silvered the sand as the waves whispered against the shore.
He stopped and turned to you, placing both hands on your cheeks.
“I’ve always known,” he said, voice soft and sure. “But seeing you today, up there… I can’t wait to marry you one day.”
You blinked as your heart pound against your chest, and tears welled up again.
“I can’t wait either,” you whispered, voice trembling.
Then he kissed you, full of affection, rushed with longing, and hungry with love. His hands tangled in your hair, yours gripped his suit button up as your lips met. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless and knew no words could ever replace it.
Because in that moment, it wasn’t just Tiffany who had her fairytale ending.
Yours was already unfolding.
"I love you," he whispered into your ears with the wind.
