#mingyu smut

Member: Mingyu (Seventeen)
Requested by: Anon
Genre: Smut
Where you tease Mingyu in public

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“Do you want to go there!” Mingyu yells at you excitedly like a little kid who just woke up on Christmas morning. You release a small chuckle when you see that he is pointing at an ice cream cart. “Only because you’re adorable” you say, standing on the tips of your toes so that you could pinch his cheek. Mingyu dragged you by your hand towards the small ice cream cart making you smile at the ridiculous dork you fell in love with. “Two vanilla ice creams please” Mingyu says in his charming voice to the young lady behind the cart. “That’ll be $4” The girl says with a warm smile as I reach into my pockets for money. I hand her the money and thank her as Mingyu takes the ice creams. “Do you mind if I take one of these?” Mingyu asks referring to one of the booklets that included all of the various flavours. This guy. “No, not at all” The girl says happily making Mingyu smile and take a booklet, turning around to walk off. The pair of us sit on a park bench, our ice creams in hand as we enjoy the summer day in silence. That is until Mingyu spills ice cream down his chin. You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned over towards him and cleaned it up for him using your mouth. His eyes widen at your sudden action, his body shifting into a different position in an attempt to hide his growing hard on in his pants. “Why did you do that (y/n), you’re killing me you know” he says in a whisper shout voice as people walk past. You smirk, deciding to play innocent on the poor boy. “Do what?” You reply and bat your eyes at him, your hand moving to his pants. Mingyu quickly takes the ice cream booklet from earlier and covers my actions with it from the public. My hand begins to palm his dick through his clothes as he tries to stiffen his posture. My hand begins to move faster and harder on him, Mingyu trying his hardest not to pull his head back and drag your name out in a massive moan. “(Y/N) Please” Mingyu begs. “Stop teasing” You snap your hand away and steal a quick kiss on his lips. “Fine by me” you say as you move back to your spot. “But of course we can carry on back home” Mingyu says, flashing a wink at you as he takes his hand in yours again.

captivating - kim mingyu

mingyu x fem!reader

warnings: this is suggestive, like idk what warnings to put but it’s also sickeningly sweet

mingyu doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at you for, he’s been here a while since he turned up early at your house to pick you up for your date that you weren’t quite ready for.

you prompted him to keep himself busy while you quickly put your makeup on and make yourself a bit more presentable, sure you were slightly embarrassed after the gorgeous man you had started seeing showed up at your door while you were half ready. however it would’ve been rude to make him wait outside, so mingyu takes the opportunity to wait on your bed patiently, making the odd conversation here and there.

he watches you open the lid to your lipstick, twisting the bottom to get the colour to peek out the edge of the packaging. mingyu was never all too fussed with the makeup stuff, though he must admit it was quite endearing to watch what you do.

watching you finish applying the colour onto your lips, he tilts his head slightly as he sees your eyes scan over your own face in the reflection of your mirror before running your fingers through your own hair. you were too gorgeous for your own good, he can’t help but to be captivated by you.

“what are you staring at?” you giggle looking at him through the mirror, he’s sat relaxed on your bed and seeing him to comfortable in your home makes your heart jump a little bit. you noticed him looking at you the whole time even though you tried to ignore it so you didn’t make a complete fool out of yourself.

“you.” his answer was short and simple but it was truthful, you were expecting him to give you a teasing comment back, he was quite the funny one when he wanted to be. something different seemed to be in the air today, it wasn’t filled with tension but you definitely felt warm.

“oh be quiet.” you giggle shyly before throwing all of the makeup items you had used into your bag trying to ignore how you could still see his eyes burning holes into you back. mingyu wasn’t shy, you knew that from your very first date when he grabbed your hand and kissed it before saying you were one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen.

he didn’t need to always say words to make you feel all warm inside, sometimes the way he was lean across the table and listen intently to whatever you said was enough to get you blushing. he was attentive, and such a good listener making sure to catch every word that comes out of your pretty lips.

this was the first time either one of you have seen each other outside of a date setting, you had no intention of him seeing the inside of your place any time soon, you had only been on four dates. part of you is relieved that he followed you straight to your bedroom as that is the only place that is somewhat tidy.

after trying to clean your dresser as best you could, you push your chair back and stand up. you’re about to ask your date if he’s ready to leave but he’s sat with his legs spread, arms on either side of his body were resting on the bed behind him and the words get stuck in your throat.

“can you come here?” he asks you politely, so you obey nervously. waking across the short distance you’re about to sit on the space next to him on the bed. mingyu had other plans, when he softly places his hand on your thigh, pulling you over so that you were sat on his lap.

you breath hitches when the smell of his cologne invades all of your senses, his warm hands on your bare thighs causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. your dress rides up from the position you’re sat in but you can’t bring yourself to care when his face is millimetres from yours.

you want to speak, but your mouth is unable to open, the tension in the air suddenly became so thick you were sure that was what was gluing your mouth shut. mingyu had always been a gentleman, after your first two dates he would kiss your cheek after promising you he would call you when he got home, always keeping his promise.

although on the last date you both went on, as you both stood outside the restaurant about to part from each other he can’t seem to just let you go so easily. he asked you ever so politely if he could kiss you, to which you only nodded your head.

it was soft, so gentle the way he held your face in his much larger hands. it wasn’t long, only a small kiss but it was one where you struggled to let him go afterwards, wanting to pull him back in and kiss those pretty lips again. however he was pulling back, trying to be a gentleman and respecting your space after you just told him you grew nervous easily.

“you look so pretty.” he had his one hand placed on your thigh and his other hand brushing your hair out of your face before letting his fingertips stroke down your face. his hands were warm and you were scared you were going to do something embarrassing “such a pretty girl”

“so are you.” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, clearly embarrassed from your comment, you had no idea why you said that, you were so stupid. mingyu laughs slightly and it eases your nerves when he places both hands on your hips and looks at you with a soft smile.

“can i kiss you?” he asks you, once again being so polite and you can’t help but get scared again. you were sure this kiss wasn’t going to be a quick one like you got from the last date and you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself by doing something wrong.

“..but my lipstick.” you laugh slightly and you see him tilt his head to the side, eyes narrowing slightly trying to read your mind. you were sat on his lap, hands resting on his shoulders, not caring about his wandering hands and get you still don’t want to kiss him?

“please don’t deny me from kissing you.” there was something about the way he said it that made you instantly fall under the spell of his gaze, letting your lips find his. he was gentle and sweet, kissing you lightly while his hands stayed in the firm position on your hips. he had no intention of keeping this going, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but when you grind your hips against him, it almost beats away at the gentleman imagine he has going on.

he pulls away from you and you’re worried that you have done something wrong or made him uncomfortable so you let a string of apologies leave your lips as your face becomes flushed. about to pull yourself from his lap but his hands tighten against you and you’re stuck in place.

“why are you apologising?” he asks you genuinely confused, you only grow more embarrassed at thought of having to explain yourself to him.

“i took it too far.” you mumble, referring to pushing against him but the smile on his lips makes you both infuriated and turned on at the same time.

“in my opinion…” he starts off eyes quickly flickering to your chest, before your lips, then to your eyes “…you haven’t taken it far enough.” and with that he’s kissing you again, but with more urgency this time, finally letting his hands touch all over your body and now he’s the one pushing you against his crotch.

when a small gasp leaves his lips from the feeling you lose all sense of self control.

maybe your dinner reservations will have to wait a while.

20:23 (i love you so.)

pairings: kim mingyu x g/n reader

genre: angst, some fluff, mutual pining, (un)requited love, reader likes lying to themselves, exes but also !soulmate au?

wc:1.7k

(a/n: kind of my first serious drabble on this blog, ya’ll i dont even know what this is. i just blacked out and started typing shit at 1 am last night. was originally supposed to be around 20k aka a full length fic but hmm. gyuldaengies i am here to inform all of you with regret that i am one of you now /j. music inspo for this was ‘i love you so’ by the walters, feel free to listen to it as you read this steaming mess! special thanks to @beyoncesdragonand@praninllove for being the sweetest hypepeople ever pls)

Loneliness strikes the hardest when one hopes for company.

You nearly trip on the extension box uselessly lying on the floor with oodles of wire splayed out uselessly. You had forgotten to reel it back in after using it for your laptop last night. Who in their right mind lived in a bedroom with a singular plug point? You briefly reminisce about Seungkwan nearly punching the life out of your landlord before moving out of this apartment the both of you had originally agreed on cohabiting. The tiny smile that makes your lips curl up is involuntary but definitely not unwelcome. Where was he anyway? Wasn’t he supposed to be here with Chan already? You whip out your phone and cradle it between your head and your neck before squatting down to reel all the excess, neglected wire from the extension box back in.

The phone rings, and it doesn’t take long for your best friend of five years to pick up and growl unabashedly.

“We’re still on our way, (name). Stop calling!”

Your neck cracks, and the mobile almost slips as you whip your head to look at the clock on your wall. “On your way from where, Jeju? What in the world is taking you so long?”

There is a windy yell followed by a smack on the other end of the line. You also hear lots of panting, and that’s when it clicks.

“You’re..walking to my place.”

“Our ride broke down.” It’s Chan’s voice in your ear now.

“Well damn.” You get up and dust your pants a little before shoving the cursed wire filled box under your bed with your right foot. You really didn’t care how convenient it was at this point, you were never going to use it again for the foreseeable future. “How far along are you?”

“We’re on the bridge!”

Too late for them to go back then. Maybe they could crash at your place for the night before they got their crap together, it wasn’t like they lived ten minutes apart from you after all. You tell them this, and they agree. You end the call after you hear Seungkwan threatening to hurl Chan off the bridge for walking close enough to him to constantly end up stepping on his toes.

It’s hard not to let their chaos affect you. You feel a little ready to have fun, a little young and reckless despite all of that dreary paperwork sitting on your coffee table. Most of it was due on Monday. Was today Friday already? ‘Course it was, that was why Seungkwan and Chan were coming over. Movie nights were a tradition the three of you had followed since your university days no matter how hard life was going down on you. It was a tradition you followed even when you were at your worst, why would you jam the brakes on it when the only thing holding you back was an ugly stack of papers?

You weren’t inherently an organized person, but you were willing to try every once in a while. You scuttle around the apartment, intently scouring all the rooms for anything out of place. Existing seemed a little easier on days like these, days when you didn’t have to worry about everything at once. Days like these were like a hot balloon slowly drooping down to the ground just for you. You could climb on and feel lighter, you could feel yourself float away from everything that haunted you on all the nights you couldn’t will yourself to go to sleep.

The doorbell rings. Pizza guy or your friends?

It was neither of them. Your hot balloon deflates a little, and then it pops, harshly flinging you back into reality.

“Oh.”

Why was hehere?

Mingyu’s eyes widen when they fall upon you. He looks confused, a little frustrated even. He’s dressed to impress, with his hair neatly slicked back and a (riskily positioned) Rolex on his wrist. Heat rushes to your neck, because you’re suddenly growing very aware of your messy bun, your bare face and your unbelievably embarrassing Totoro pajamas. The primal urge to pat yourself down was growing exponentially by the minute.

You resort to staring blankly at the unopened bottle of wine with a pink bow around its neck dangling from his hand for almost a full minute before you look up at his denim jacket and clear your throat. “Can I help you?”

The confusion in your voice seems to stir him out of a stupor you didn’t know he was trapped in. He was fumbling for his phone now. “Sorry uh, I think I got the wrong door. I had no idea you lived here.”

His tone is a little distant, just like yours. You wonder when your friends would swoop in to save you from this mess of an interaction.

“Okay.”

Mingyu looks the same. It’s not like a person could drastically morph into a stranger in such a short span of time. Interacting with him was inevitable with that soul bond you both had. You two were always somehow bumping into each other at the worst places and times imaginable. That split he had razored into his eyebrow that you had noticed for the very first time when you had catastrophically rammed your trolley into his very full one at the convenience store nearly a week ago was still there. Maybe it had dulled a little, you couldn’t tell. You make the rookie mistake of unconsciously looking for that ever present mole on his cheek, and you almost bite the tip of your tongue when something familiar, something so delicate and longing threatens to seize your breath.

The opposite poles of a magnet were meant to pull each other with a lot of force, but what if they didn’t want that? Ironic. Mingyu did feel like everything you could ever possibly want, but why did he also feel like something too good to be true, something you could never have?

You’re brought back from your reverie when he coughs a little into his fist before the call connects and he raises the slightly cracked screen of his phone to his lips. “Hi babe, I think I got your door number wrong? Was it not 314?”

He was probably on a date then. Was it okay to assume? You’ve never heard him call any of his friends “babe”, so. It didn’t really matter to you anyways. It was another one of those silly little mistakes, him colliding with your day like this. He was going to leave soon, you could go back to waiting for Seungkwan and Chan, and before long, the three of you would be buried neck deep in the plot of a chunky psychological thriller. Everything was going to be fine, you weren’t going to let this ruin your day anymore.

“314? I’m at 314 though?” He’s still here, and he’s still on the phone. His hands were moving a little too wildly for someone carrying a wine bottle. Why was he even holding the neck of the bottle like it was the hilt of a sword? Wasn’t he supposed to be holding the body?

Foreshadowing was one hell of a bitch. You were right, unbearably so. There were glass shards everywhere, and all you saw was red. You weren’t seeing red because you were mad, there was red wine all over the welcome carpet right at the entrance of your apartment.

“Fuck.” He’s bending down haphazardly, panic lacing his actions. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t-”

“That’s alright.” You’re almost swatting him away from the ground, away from all those glass shards. The last thing you wanted to do with your time tonight was spend it with Kim Mingyu at the E.R. “I’ll clean this up, don’t worry.”

Don’t worry? You mentally curse yourself for sounding so stupid as you walk further into your apartment to get a dish filled with water, a wet rag and some disinfectant to get rid of all the sour wine smell. He’s still standing outside when you return, and you’re positive he’s staring at you when you messily fold your sleeves to start tidying up the floor, to start tidying up the pandemonium threatening to spill from the broken wine bottle inside your heart. “You don’t have to run late to your-” you catch yourself in time-”whatever, the bottle technically crashed inside my apartment, I can fix that myself. Just buy a new one or something.”

Maybe this was all you could do for him. A man you once knew, a man you (once, emphasis on the once) loved. You could let him go. You could clean up the mess you were maybe partially responsible for and wish him the best.

Maybe this was the only way you could care now.

Mingyu’s eyes narrow a little at your words. You try not to groan audibly when he (finally) steps inside and crouches down right beside you. Your shoulders are touching, the proximity is too much for you, and you try not to pop a vein when he pulls out a wet rag from a bucket and starts collecting all the small, dangerous glass pieces with quick, deft movements. This was out of your hands then, the fucker was definitely going to stain his denim-fuelled ensemble now.

“Ibroke the bottle inside yourplace, it doesn’t make sense for you to be doing this.”

Cool. How were you going to tell him you were doing it because you wanted him to be gone as quickly as possible and not because you didn’t want him running late for his date? It’s a little too domestic for your taste, the both of you hastily arguing over which corners of the room you were going to cover. It was waytoo domestic, the way he had to stretch his arm over your shoulder and pick up an ugly piece of green glass you had previously missed. You try your best to not grow comfortable, you try not to let the warmth from his demeanor seep into your bones.

You fail miserably.

“(name).”

“Mm?”

“It’s not a date. she’s just a friend.”

Your heart cracks a little. A bitter laugh bubbles from your lips as you throw down a fresh rag on a particularly wine-soaked spot a little too aggressively for your taste.

“Right. I never asked, though.”

habits that svt members have during sex

but actually it’s only like half the members bc this was a draft from ages ago and i forgot what i intended to write for the rest IM SORRY LOL 

➵ featuring: soonyooung, jihoon, minghao, mingyu, seokmin, and chan (x reader)
➵ genre: nsfw headcanons that are also oddly wholesome? 
➵word count: 558
➵ warnings: this honestly isn’t too explicit, there’s just a glimpse of eating out and that’s pretty much it ^^

soonyoung: im so sorry to say this but he will definitely pull a horanghae in bed both as a joke but he somehow also turns it into smth sexual??? i just imagine him with his high stamina and all going round after round, pounding so hard into you that you’re basically quivering under his touch. this dude moans and groans but right when he’s about to cum? he curls his fingers and claws whatever he can grab a hold of—your back being the greatest victim as he starts from the flat of your shoulder blade down the sides of your back as he growls right in your ear

jihoon: i don’t necessarily know why there’s a part of me that believes jihoon is embarrassed to show his face to you during sex. and as much as you brave yourself to grab a hold of his jaw or a fistful of hair so you can meet his gaze. he just. won’t. let you. instead he buries his face in your body. in the crook of your neck, the valley of your breasts, taking his sweet sweet time in between your legs. and every attempt you make to pry his head away, he nuzzles his face deeper into your core

minghao:honestly, i don’t know how to accurately explain? i just- minghao loves to feel you. just every inch of your body. every curve, crevasse, muscle, bone, flaws and all. sometimes its soft, he slowly roams his hands up and down your body, his fingertips barely feeling like feathers. other times his grip gets a little too tight and the innocent grazing turns soon starts to turn into deep scratches all along your back, forearms, and thighs. but there is not one moment in time where his hands leave your body

mingyu:he’s def confident but there are times during sex where he can get so shy and he doesn’t want you to know that. was the foreplay enough? was he going too fast, too slow? is he really making you feel good or are you just faking it for his sake? so to ensure that you’re having just as a good time as he is, he periodically checks up on you by placing his hand on your cheek and directs your gaze towards him. seeing your fucked out expression gives him the slightest bit of relief.

seokmin:this baby worries over every little thing. no matter how often you guys do it :( and it’s not the case that he doesn’t know what he’s doing or shy over his actions, you already know how doubtful he can be sometimes and you always make sure you vocally and physically react to his every touch. he’s more worried over how you’re feeling emotionally. yes, sex is fun and all but it’s still a special moment that’s shared with just the both of you! so he makes sure to always hold your hand whenever he can

chan:this isn’t really during the act, but right after you both reach your highs and clean yourselves up, he always asks to suck your nipples before both of you pass tf out. he doesn’t even do it with the intent to start up again, he just thinks it’s relaxing !!! he claims it’s his form of aftercare like a nice lil boob massage or smth

✦ Paring: (Chubby/Plus Sized) Female Reader x Choi Seungcheol x Kim Mingyu

✦ Genre: Humor, Smut, Romance, Very Small Hint of Angst

✦ AU: Established Poly Relationship (MMF), Erotic Model Reader, Photographer + Model Seungcheol & Mingyu, Non-Idol

✦ Rating: Explicit (18+)

WC: 5.5k+

Tw: Swearing, Brief Instances of Fatphobia,

Sw: Sexual Photos/Videos, Praise Kink, Lingerie, Semi-Public, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Body Worship, Thigh Grinding, Hair Pulling, Nipple Play (Reader has pierced nipples), Exhibitionism (if you squint), Multiple Orgasms, Hint of Switch Mingyu and Reader, Light Spanking, Blowjobs, Fingering, Threesome, Handjobs, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Hints of Choking Kink

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“Hey, you got a package today.”

You look up from your spot near your mirror, glancing at the box in Seungcheol’s hands. You squint, trying to wrack your brain on what you’d ordered recently.

Bathroom curtains? No, that was custom ordered, it wouldn’t be in the country for a long time…Shoes? No…you got them two days ago. New lens for Seungcheol’s camera? No, that was on back order-

The moment it clicked for you, you come over to him, grabbing the box excitedly and plopping onto the bed. Seungcheol peeked curiously, watching as you open the box with a pair of scissors, pulling out plastic bags with multi-colored articles of clothing inside.

“I ordered from Caratland a bit ago and it finally came!”

Seungcheol takes a seat beside you, curiously looking at the bags. He didn’t open any of them, instead waiting for you to do it first, since it was your order, anyway.

The moment you do, his lips part, eyes widening as you pull out a see-through white crop top. It was knotted in the front, a blue plaid pattern adorning the collar, knot, and the end of the sleeves. You pull out the skirt that came with it, excited as you feel the soft material between your fingers.

You feel Seungcheol’s eyes on you and look up, smiling at the telltale blush on his cheeks.

“I bought some lingerie…I wanted a small self-confidence booster, so a friend suggested I buy some clothes. The website makes clothes in my size too so I didn’t have to settle.” your voice is excited as you explain, taking more outfits out. Seungcheol watched you more than the clothes on the bed, smiling softly at how excited you were.

“Gyu should be out of the shower soon. Do you want to show him as well?” He inquired, rubbing your thigh gently. You smile and nod, taking out more clothes and laying them across the bed so the outfits could be seen clearly.

By the time Mingyu came out of the shower, a towel tied low around his waist, all of your clothes had been laid out on your bed.

“What’s going on?”

“I bought some lingerie.”

Mingyu’s brows go up in interest, coming over to the bed, kneeling as you begin pointing at each lingerie, tilting your cheek up to accept a kiss from Gyu before you did so.

“I showed Cheol this one but it’s got this mini skirt look I’ve always wanted to try. I haven’t actually tried any of these on yet because I wanted to wait for you, but I’m sure my ass will be out.”

Mingyu perked at the notion, but didn’t say anything until he pointed at one of several black outfits.

“What’s this one?”

“Oh, this is a succubus one, look!” The men listened as you showed off each one, exchanging kisses and the occasional dirty comment here and there. You feel pride bubble in your chest as you try some of the outfits on, grateful for the website’s plus sizes actually being accurate and fitting you just right.

By the time you’re done, Mingyu looks like he’s hatching a plan in his head, tapping his chin as he glanced between some of the outfits. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing against his back as you tilt your head.

“What? Don’t like these?”

“No, these are my favorite, actually. I was wondering if we could do a shoot with you in them.”

Seungcheol nearly chokes on the water he was drinking while you feel butterflies flutter in your chest at the notion.

“In these? You’d want to?”

“You look fantastic in them. I’m thinking about a few props that could look good with some of these and I bet it would be a fantastic shoot.”

You send him a teasing look, poking his cheek.

“You just want to see me posed in the lingerie. Joshua said he would kill us if he caught us fucking in the studio again, y’know?”

“He and Jeonghan are away for a wedding photo shoot on Jeju. They won’t be back this week.” Seungcheol helpfully informed you. You blink and look at him before looking at the desk calendar at your bedside table.

Sure enough, ‘Josh is out, keep the studio clean’ was sprawled across this week’s days, starting today. You can’t help but to notice the small ’Don’t fuck in the studio’ sprawled in small handwriting beside it. It was clear who wrote what.

You feel yourself smile, hugging Mingyu tighter as you set your head above his.

“What are we waiting for?”

-xoxo-

“You are a work of art, you know that?”

Goosebumps rise on your skin, your eyes closed and your head tilted up towards the sound of Seungcheol’s voice. Fingers ghost over your shoulders before you feel your breasts being cupped from behind and kneaded gently.

“Stay still, that’s perfect.”

You feel his lips on your throat, kissing above your pulse as Mingyu takes pictures.

There are a pair of pointed fantasy ears adhered to your own, painted to match your skin tone. It almost makes you giggle as you feel them brush against Seungcheol’s head before he grabs your jaw, thumb against your chin, and tilts your head, his free hand reaching between your legs to rub your clit.

“Y/N, look this way, baby.”

You follow Mingyu’s direction, opening your eyes and looking in his direction, your breath hitching as you feel Seungcheol’s fingers rubbing in small circles. You’d all decided to go with a succubus look for this shoot, with Seungcheol sitting you in his lap to do your makeup beforehand, stealing small kisses from you.

Mingyu had dressed you, picking one of the more latex-looking lingerie you’d bought, one that hugged your stomach, not in a way to hide your body shape, but to accent it. Your love handles were out, a spiked garter high up on your thigh holding up a pair of intentionally ripped fishnets. The body suit was formfitting, your nipple piercings leaving flower-shaped imprints on the top.

“Baby, are you spacing out?”

You realize your gaze had drifted to the floor as your mind wandered, looking at Mingyu with the smolder he probably had been looking for. He smiled, snapping a few pictures from different angles before nodding at Seungcheol.

You miss the contact he had with you as he moved away from your body, but he wasn’t gone for long, coming back with lubed fingers and once more kneeling behind you on the couch you’d been posing on. He once more grabbed your chin, this time tilting your face towards his, smiling as he hovered over your lips, pushing his middle finger into you slowly.

A gasp leaves your lips, and you almost miss the quick ‘that’s good ’ from Mingyu followed by camera clicks as you slowly take in Seungcheol’s features.

Staring into his eyes, you feel your mind wander ever so slightly.

It took a while before you could convince him to come from behind the camera to join in on shoots with you and Mingyu.

-xoxo-

You yourself were an erotic model, and you’d be lying if you said it was easy to get where you were now. You’d seen it all, photographers refusing to take you because they didn’t like the shape of your body, photographers clearly showing more…problematic views on models with larger body types…but you remained unshaken.

You know your worth. Big and beautiful and if some asshole wouldn’t add you to their portfolio, that was their loss.

You’d actually met Seungcheol at one of those turned-down shoots, back when he was studying the technique of some asshole who made you sit in your robes in the corner of the room for nearly three hours waiting to be photographed. All while he very clearly focused on the girls who’d stumbled in late as hell, spilled Starbucks on some of the props, and made one of the makeup artists cry.

Seungcheol approached you, then, offered you a bottle of cold water while a camera dangled around his neck.

“If it’s alright…I’d like to do a shoot with you. It’s becoming more obvious this guy doesn’t have any respect for his models or his craft but I’d like to keep you from wasting any more time here waiting on him.”

It was kind, and you finished half of your bottle before you nodded, moving out of the way of the other crew members and actually taking your pictures up on the roof. There were fairy lights adorning the outdoor set and you felt pride in your chest at the audible gasp Seungcheol let out as you dropped your robe for the first time.

Your shoot was nothing short of professional the first time. The next dozen, as well, once you’d taken your talents to Joshua’s studio thanks to Seungcheol’s word.

It was when Mingyu came in that things got more interesting.

Both a model and photographer, Mingyu was the first person you’d ever posed with.

It was a BDSM shoot, all latex and leather, collars and leashes, and hands-on intimacy that made your heart flutter. Again, things were professional at first, even after you found out Mingyu was dating Seungcheol, you three kept things in the studio focused and on task, creating varied shoots that did well for you all and the studio itself.

To the surprise of both of you, it was Mingyu who had asked you out on a date, smiling as Seungcheol nearly dropped his camera somewhere behind him.

You blink in surprise, looking at Seungcheol before looking at Mingyu.

“A date? Like a platonic one?”

“I mean…it could be platonic if you want it to be, I meant more romantic….did Hyung not tell you he liked you?”

You feel the distant sound of a windows shutdown noise play in your head as Seungcheol, mortified, pushes Mingyu out of the door, eyes wide and face flushed.

“D-Don’t w-worry about it, we’re leaving early, I can’t believe you, Gyu!”

You hear Mingyu getting scolded all the way down the hall and smile to yourself.

The next time, a month later, it’s you to ask, laughing at the shocked look on both of their faces.

“You didn’t let me respond, yknow.” You teased as both of them became ecstatic.

Who knew that one date, three years ago, would start this beautiful relationship you all have now-

“Baby, if you keep spacing out, I may have to change tactics.”

You blink back into focus again as Seungcheol slides a second finger into you, slowly pushing it in and out as he closed the gap between you, kissing you.

It was slow, with Seungcheol claiming every corner of your mouth as his other hand groped and kneaded your breast, fingers curling around the piercing.

“Cheol-” you gasp his name, clenching around his fingers as he works them faster in and out of you. Your hand drifts down between his legs, squeezing his cock and smiling as he let out his own gasp, tucking his face into your neck as you stroke him through the pants he’s wearing.

You don’t hear the sound of the camera clicking anymore, but before you have the chance to inspect why, Mingyu approached, kissing the nape of Seungcheol’s neck before he pulled his pants down.  

Seungcheol’s cock is hot and heavy in your hand as you stroke him, smiling up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches as Mingyu quickly darts back behind the camera.

You hear him praising you both, but you only focus on Seungcheol’s expression. His jaw is tight as he tried to keep his face in check, but you can see he wants to break.

Hold you by the back of your neck, purr praise, and close his eyes as he lets his cock slide in and out of your mouth.

Technically he could do that and still not ruin the shots, in your opinion, but Seungcheol liked to keep himself in check while you three had your photoshoots.

Part of you is waiting for him to realize this is just for the three of you and just a shameless excuse for you to show off your new clothes to them and possibly ruin another studio couch by fooling around but you’d let him continue to hold back.

For now.

He really was so handsome when he was concentrating.

You wrap your lips around his cock, slowly bobbing your head as you stroke him at the base, smiling to yourself at the shudder you feel running through his body.

“Perk your ass up, Y/n. Good girl, just like that.”

You hope Mingyu’s getting some good POV shots with all of his instructions, but you’ve already checked out, wanting more out of Seungcheol.

You let your hips sway, fondling his balls as you look into his eyes once more.

Seungcheol was big on that, the eye contact.

It had to grow on you a bit, but the intimacy definitely spiked the more you looked into his eyes, taking in every gasp, groan breathless chuckle.

Seungcheol’s fingers twitch ever so slightly as he watched you and you idly wish you’d used a lower quality lipstick so it would smudge as you blew him.

Finding out Seungcheol and Mingyu enjoyed lipstick blowjobs and the mess was a very interesting anniversary surprise.

Maybe next time.

For now, you close your eyes, feeling his fingers kneading the back of your neck as you bob your head. You can’t help the moan that left your throat as he worked out the tension from your neck.

Your hips move on their own, swaying as you spread your knees apart, pressing your tongue along the thick underside vein of his cock.  

You’re not sure how long it takes from the beginning of the shoot for Seungcheol to lose his patience, but it becomes apparent when he pulls himself from your throat, picking you up easily and setting you in his lap for a kiss.

You smile, grabbing him by the collar, keeping him close as you shifted about, straddling his thigh. Seungcheol noticed and let out a muffled chuckle, lifting his thigh so you could grind down onto it.

Your fingers find their way into his hair, pulling lightly as you moan, rolling your hips and moaning as you feel your clit rub against him through your bodysuit.

You faintly catch movement out of the corner of your eye until suddenly your kiss is being interrupted by Mingyu moving behind you, cupping your jaw and tilting your neck up to kiss you. Seungcheol took the distraction as the opportunity to move your body suit in a way for your breasts to be out for him. He took a moment to admire the tiger lily piercings adorning your nipples. It was a gift for you from Mingyu on your second anniversary and truth be told, it was one of his favorite piercings you liked to wear.

As you kiss Mingyu and rut against Seungcheol’s thigh, you feel Cheol’s fingers pinch and roll one of your nipples while his lips wrap against the other.

You moan sweetly, arching up more and hugging his head closer to your chest as Mingyu ran his hands all over your body.

“What about the..mm…the photoshoot?” You tease, nipping Mingyu’s lip. He let out a smile, looking into your eyes for a moment before sending you a wink.

“I switched it to the video mode. I’ll just go back and take stills for the edits later.” He explained.

Seungcheol chuckled.

“In other words, he got impatient.”

“Both of my partners are feeling each other up right in front of me, looking absolutely delicious and you think I’m gonna sit behind a camera for two more hours?”

You smile and send Mingyu a fake pout.

“D’aw, only two hours? We can go longer than that.”

You feel a pleasant shudder roll up and down your spine as both of them let out a growl and after a bit more shuffling about, you find yourself on your back, your legs spread with your heels on the couch as both Mingyu and Seungcheol work their fingers in and out of you.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Thank you.” Seunghcheol always took the time to praise you during your intimate moments like this, his fingers working you slowly even now, despite him clearly being hard and throbbing for more. Mingyu matched his pace, his fingers just a bit longer than Seungcheol’s as he curled them.

You can hear them kissing just above your head, your back arching suddenly as Mingyu’s fingers brush over your G spot. One of them lets out a pleased growl that makes you shudder as they both slowly press their fingers in deeper, rolling them against that sensitive bundle while they claimed each other’s lips.

Your thighs shake from the stimuli, but you feel the urge to do more than sit and do nothing so you lean towards Mingyu, nails scratching over one of his ass cheeks before you grab a handful, your lips trailing over his abs as you left kisses and bites in your wake. For Seungcheol, you drag your nails up his thigh, moving inward until you could cup and fondle his balls, smiling against Mingyu’s tan skin as you feel Seungcheol buck.

After a bit more teasing, you give him what he wants, grabbing him at the base and stroking as you continued to leave little bites along Mingyu’s flexing abdominal region.

You alternate your teasing, moving to leave bites along Seungcheol’s paler body, as well. Both of your bites take in different, contrasting ways on the men, and you have half a mind to remind them both to let you have the camera when you’re done having sex so you can photograph the bites.

You feel a coil in yourself, winding tight as both of them slowly increase their pace, feeling your body relax and loosen the more they prepped you. A whimper left your throat as you mouthed along the tip of Mingyu’s cock, your thighs twitching and nearly closing.

As keen as ever, both of them grab the knee closest to themselves, keeping your thighs open as they broke their kiss, lips kiss swollen as they looked down at you with matching smiles on their faces.

“Oh? Are you gonna cum already? Does this feel good?”

“You’re gonna make a mess, aren’t you? Go ahead baby, you’re so beautiful.”

They’re talking at the same time and you can barely tell who’s saying what over your own moans as your knees involuntarily try to close again, hips raising off of the couch ever so slightly.

“Ah, sit down baby.” Seungcheol’s tone is gentle, but it’s an order nonetheless and you feel yourself sit down, shaking in their hands as you glance down.

Sure enough, both of their fingers are glistening already, alternating tempos as they finger you, and the sight alone is enough to push you over, a gasp catching itself in your own throat as you cum.

Your lips fall open, and you feel someone set their hand around your throat, not to squeeze, but more than likely for the photo op. Regardless, it comes as an intimate comfort, your eyes fluttering half-closed as you looked up at them, pleasantly surprised that you’d already cum from fingering alone.

You find that it’s Mingyu’s hand around your throat when you meet his eyes. He doesn’t move for a full minute after your orgasm, just meeting your gaze with a quiet affection that made you smile, his thumb rubbing over your throat gently.

Once you catch your breath, both men pull their fingers out of your pussy, sitting beside you and making a show out of licking them clean. You watch with your eyes still half-lidded, licking your own lips before you push yourself closer, kissing Seungcheol, and then Mingyu, purring at your taste lingering on their tongues.

They give you a moment to calm down, helping you stretch your legs and back before Seungcheol beckoned you closer to him. You find yourself crawling into his lap, accepting a tender kiss from him as you put your knees at either side of his hips.

You pause only long enough to see if Mingyu wanted to move the camera before you feel Seungcheol, in a rare moment of impatience, pull you down, grinding his cock between your folds.

“Fuck that camera.”

It brought an unexpected laugh out of both you and Mingyu somewhere behind you as you reach between your legs, holding his cock up so you could sink down at your own pace.

Both of you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, and slowly, inch by inch, you sit on Seungcheol’s cock. He held your ass in both hands, caressing and kneading them as he waited for you to get comfortable, letting out a small groan as you give your hips a small wiggle.

“A perfect fit as always~”You tease, knowing he wanted to move his own hips. Seungcheol’s brow twitched ever so slightly before he looked up at you, one of his hands roaming up the side of your body, from your thigh, up to your waist and abdomen, all the way up to your face. You lean into his palm, cupping one of your hands over it as you smile down at him.

“Are you okay?” His voice is quiet, calm despite the fact you can feel him throbbing inside of you. You send him a smile, leaning down until your lips brush over his forehead, his cheeks, down to his nose, and stopping at his lips.

“You really are a softie, you know that?” You giggle. Seungcheol opened his mouth to say something, but it catches on his own breath as you begin to roll your hips, pressing your hands to the couch behind his head to steady yourself.

Seungcheol’s eyes drift down your body, and his hands once again follow suit, caressing and touching every part of you he can get to, moaning your name in deep purrs that make you teasingly clench up every time you bring your hips up.

You hear a moan off to the side somewhere and lift your head, finding Mingyu stroking himself as he sits on a prop chair, spread out with his legs wide apart. You smile to yourself, a hard-to-describe, yet powerful feeling rolling in your chest.

You loved both of your boyfriends to death, and it was evident they loved you just as much. Times like these when you drove them wild in your own way did wonders for your confidence, if you were being honest.

As you ride Seungcheol, you curl your finger, beckoning Mingyu over. His hand paused halfway up his cock as he met your gaze, running his tongue over his bottom lip before he stood, making his way over to you and Seungcheol, his cock hard, the veins prominent along the shaft. You lean over Seungcheol as best you can, glad he understood what you were trying to do as he grabs your hips to steady you, planting his feet onto the couch and thrusting up into you.

You grab Mingyu’s cock, stroking slowly, knowing he was a lot more impatient than Seungcheol and smiling at the telltale frustrated groan he let out the moment you begin to tease him.

“Is something-ah fuck-wrong, Gyu?” You can barely keep the playful taunting tone in your voice as Seungcheol’s teeth find their way to your piercing, tugging lightly as he snapped his hips up.

“My girlfriend is dressed as a succubus and our boyfriend is fucking her and my cock is currently hard and in your hand. Do I have to say anything else?”

You send him a devilish smile, squeezing his cock as you tilt your head. His hips buck the moment you do, a surprised groan leaving his lips as he looked at you with his teeth between his lips.

“Yes, actually.” is your reply, grabbing his balls with your free hand and stroking him at an antagonizingly slow pace with the other. Mingyu’s thighs tremble for a moment before awhimper fell from his lips.

“Y/N, please.”

“Beg, Mingyu.”

You hear even Seungcheol let out a breathless ‘ fuck’ from beneath you as Mingyu groaned in surprise.

“Y/N,please, can I have your mouth? I’m aching and I can’t take it-”

You squeeze him at the base again, dragging your tongue up the underside, cutting him off.

“Can’t? Are you sure?” You mewl, hearing Seungcheol’s thrusts get louder from how wet you were. Part of you felt bad for teasing Mingyu, but if the throbbing in your hand and the expression on his face was anything to go by, you knew he liked this type of bullying quite a bit.

“P-Please, I promise I won’t even cum without permission I just-”

Oh, uh oh~

Mingyu noticed the devilish look that crossed your face and stopped mid-sentence. Seungcheol let out a chuckle from beneath you as you hold Mingyu’s gaze, slowly taking him into your mouth, letting your hand fall away from his base. He let out a sigh of relief, looking at you with adoration in his eyes as you continue to fondle his balls.

Despite your own pleasure, you were hell-bent on making sure Mingyu came undone without permission just so you could punish him.

Maybe putting on this outfit gave you a lot more confidence than usual.

Perhaps you’d get more soon.

You feel your back arch as Seungcheol’s cock curved just right, your thighs tightening around his waist as the pace of his hips took over the tempo completely. He hugged your waist tight, picking up on the muffled gag from your moan and the way you clenched around him. You feel warmth bloom all throughout your body, your blowjob getting messier the longer it went on.

To his credit, Mingyu kept his hips still and his hands to himself until you shakily reach for one of them, setting it at the back of your head and looking up at him. He let out a breathy chuckle.

“You’re trying to make me cum aren’t you?”

You arch a brow coyly before you feel your eyes roll ever so slightly as Seungcheol hit your sweet spot hard. Mingyu waited until you were ready before he moved his own hips, both of them setting a much different tempo than the other.

It’s as messy as it is intimate, with Seungcheol murmuring words of love and praise against your skin as Mingyu’s cock hits the back of your throat, his fingers moving down to the back of your neck. You wonder if both of them realize it’s a sensitive zone for you or something, since both of them have this thing for massaging it. Every time they do, it made pleasant jolts run up and down your spine, and now was no different as you swallow hard around Mingyu’s cock.

“B-Baby, I’m-”

Seungcheol’s hips are stuttering below you, and you finally begin to move your own once more in response, clenching every time he nearly pulled out, enticing him to sink back in. Seungcheol growled out a string of curses, planting a hard spank to your ass that makes you jolt in surprise, gagging once more on Mingyu’s cock.

“Are you o-okay-fuck” Mingyu barely finished speaking before you adamantly sink down fully, nose against his pelvic region as you looked up at him. He cupped your face, holding your gaze and wiping away any overstimulated tears that rolled down your cheek as Seungcheol alternated kneading your sore cheek, spanking the other, and rubbing your clit.

It didn’t take much more for you to clench tight, thighs shaking as you came first, nails leaving scratches against the leather couch as you scrambled for purchase on something. Mingyu’s hips twitched themselves as he kept still, biting back his own urge to cum as he watched Seungcheol hug you close, cumming inside of you as he kissed the valley between your breasts, mumbling something neither you or Mingyu could hear.

Once both you and Seungcheol’s orgasms had subsided, you noticed a distinct lack of something and looked up at Mingyu, who stood over you with a (barely) triumphant look on his face.

“I didn’t cum without permission.”

Seungcheol laughed from beneath you as you slowly pull off of Mingyu’s cock, a spark of chaos and challenge in your eyes.

“I noticed. Come over here, then.”

A few minutes of repositioning, handsy grabbing and intimate butterfly kisses that quickly turned into more, and you were on your hands and knees, ass arched high in the air and a poor couch pillow being squeezed to hell and back as Mingyu thrust into you from behind. He held your shoulder down with one hand, the other on your waist to keep you in place as he thrust in deep, the cum Seungcheol left behind making a mess of both of you and the poor couch below as he watched his cock sink in and out of you.

You’re unsure of the words leaving your lips by this point, if they’re even words at all or just unintelligible sounds of ecstasy as Mingyu fucked you.

“Your hips are moving on their own again, my love? Are you gonna milk my cock like you did Hyung’s?”

You moan in response, glancing at him over your shoulder, rolling your hips in circles to meet him halfway. His thrusts are still powerful and nearly stop you in your tracks from how good it felt. Seungcheol isn’t too far from the two of you, stopping to give Mingyu a kiss that doesn’t shake the younger man’s tempo in the slightest before he circles around to you, kneeling on the floor in front of you and tilting your chin up so you can look into his eyes.

“Absolutely beautiful. Do you want to cum again? Can Mingyu cum, baby? He’s been working so hard~” he caressed your cheek, smiling as you once again press into his palm, nodding. He stole a kiss and shook his head.

“Ah, you made him say it. What do you want Mingyu to do?”

“C-Cum inside! Please cum inside of me I n-need it please-” You once again roll your hips, moaning in bliss as Mingyu rewards your efforts by going faster himself, hooking both of his hands over your thighs and pulling you back into his thrusts. Seungcheol continued to compliment and praise both of you, his voice raising only when both of yours did from your own groans.

“Go ahead, Mingyu. Give our love what she wants.”

You feel tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks as you cum again, thankful for Mingyu’s tight grip on your thighs, since you’re sure you would have fallen without it. You bury your face into Seungcheol’s neck and cry out something, though you’re not too sure of what since your mind blanked. Heat flooded between your legs as Mingyu came inside of you, groaning as he held you tight, slowing his wild pace to a slow grind.

You shudder, fingers leaving indents on Seungcheol’s skin as you held onto his shoulders, needing a moment to catch your breath before you pull away, heart hammering in your chest.

“Hey there, baby. You okay?” He inquired. You smile and nod without a word, giving him a kiss. He chuckled and happily kissed you back, caressing your cheeks with both thumbs before you broke it to try and lean back and kiss Mingyu. He bent over your body, making it easier for you as he leaned most of the way in.

Seungcheol watched the two of you for a moment before moving himself to turn the camera off, grabbing a robe for all three of you and coming back.

Once you broke the kiss, you pout as you feel Mingyu pull out of you. It’s immediately gone the moment he wrapped you up in the robe, picking you up effortlessly and smiling at Seungcheol.

“It’s a good thing the studio has showers.”

The three of you laugh as Mingyu led the way to the showers.

“We should probably change that couch, though,” Seungcheol commented.

“Oh, yeah, definitely.” You nod, putting your head against Mingyu’s chest.

-xoxox-

“YOU FUCKED IN THE STUDIO AGAIN?”

Mingyu dodged the couch pillow being hurled at him by Joshua while you sit and watch with Jeonghan. The man looked amused by the entire thing, going through the photos Mingyu, Seungcheol, and you had cleaned up and edited.

“Oh, that is a cute outfit on you, Y/N.” He commented, ignoring Seungcheol trying to play peacekeeper.

“We bought a new couch!”

“YOU USED MYCARD TO DO IT!”

You bring a cup of tea up to your lips, watching Josh lob a plushie that definitely belonged to Hosi across the room, nailing Seungcheol in the face. You glance back at Jeonghan, pointing to one of the pictures that was taken towards the beginning of your ‘shoot’. You, Mingyu, and Seungcheol looked like a trio of love-sick idiots, and it made you smile as you pointed it out.

“This one is my favorite, I think.”

Jeonghan nodded, sipping his own tea.

“I think it captures a lot.”

You smile and nod before you feel a dinosaur plushie belonging to Chan collide with your own head.

“DON’T SIT THERE LAUGHING, YOU’RE IN TROUBLE, TOO!”

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Fuuucccckkk his lips look so gooooddd

⇢ Synopsis: Morning sex with Mingyu is always really amazing- but it comes with rules. 

⇢ Pairing: Wonwoo & Mingyu x fem!reader
⇢ Genre: smut, pwp, fluff
⇢ Warnings (18+) : unprotected sex, 69-ing, oral (f receiving), fingering, anal/butt plug play, dom Wonwoo, switch Mingyu, praise, degradation, lots of pet names (princess, angel, baby, slut, etc…), bdsm type rules, etc…

⇢ Word Count: 6.4k
⇢ Tropes/AU’s: frat/collage au, established relationship au, kinesiology TA hip hop line (ft. Scoups & Vernon), polyamory, etc…

A soft groan wakes you from your sleep, and you lay there for a moment with your eyes closed before mirroring the sound with a whine of your own. 

Refusing to start the day just yet, you instead burrow yourself further into your pillow, which just so happens to be your boyfriend’s warm chest. Your fingers grab at the soft fabric of his shirt, bunching it into a fist while you rub your face against him, trying to get more comfortable in the off chance you can fall back asleep.

Mingyu lets out a chuckle, and then his warm hand finds your bare shoulder, rubbing up and down your skin lazily while his arm applies pressure to your back, bringing your body closer so he can cocoon you tighter to his chest. 

“Morning, baby,” he says, lips finding the crown of your head.

This time, when a sound leaves your lips, it’s not a whine or a groan, but really more of a moan, something that’s not lost on Mingyu. He lets out one, small laugh- then he’s moving, large frame easily finding its way between your legs. 

When you open your eyes, the first sight that greets you is your handsome boyfriend. His hair is tousled from when you’d run your fingers through it last night, and the sunlight that comes through the window illuminates Mingyu’s curls like a pretty little halo. 

“Was that a moan?” he teases, leaning in and pressing a kiss next to your mouth that leaves you needing more.

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pouting out your lower lip and frowning, “Mingyu-”

“Oh,baby,” Mingyu groans, one hand moving to hold your hips firmly to the bed while he grinds against your core, “begging already?”

“Yes,” you nod, tugging at his hair in an effort to bring his lips to yours. 

Mingyu relents, smiling into the kiss.

He’s never the type to refuse you anything, least of all his cock before breakfast. 

“You’re so pretty,” Mingyu tells you when he moves his mouth to your neck, suckling on the skin just below your ear. 

He traps both of your hands, holding them against the pillows on either side of your head while he laces your fingers together, continuing his assault on your neck that has your core throbbing with need. 

A sigh leaves your lips, and you push your hips up against him, eager for friction- for anything.

His nickname leaves you as a whimper, “Gyu-” and it has the same effect on him as it always does; it sends him into overdrive.

“Fuck,” your boyfriend groans, squeezing your fingers and rutting his hips against yours. Then he’s abruptly pulling away from your neck, looking down at you with those rich brown eyes you love so much. “I want to make you cum.”

“Then make me cum,” you beg, tone whiney, expression needy.

“But you know the rules,” Mingyu reminds you, and you’re quick to nod, skin heating at what’s to come.

Mingyu kisses you deeply, slipping his tongue into your mouth to tease you before tearing himself away, reaching for the bedside table. 

“Preference?” he asks as he opens the drawer to reveal some of your favourite sex toys.  

“Metal, please,” you respond, stretching your arms over your head now that Mingyu’s released your hands, and your muscles sing at the feeling, body more and more awake by the second. 

“Size?” Mingyu asks, but doesn’t give you time to respond before saying, “i know it’a early, but after last night, you can take a medium.” He pulls the shiny metal butt plug out of its box, shutting the drawer before returning to his place between your legs.

Your boyfriend holds the toy in front of your lips and you stick your tongue out, watching the way his eyes are fixed to you as he rolls the cold metal across its wet surface, coating it in slick. 

“Such a pretty mouth-” Mingyu frowns, cocking his head to the side while he continues to twirl the butt plug against your lips and teeth, smearing saliva- “will you be a good girl and use this cute tongue of yours on me?” he smacks the metal gently against your tongue, “but i still want you sitting on my face.” 

You nod, excitement rushing through you. 69-ing with Mingyu is always heaven- 

But Mingyu is generally a lazy morning sex kind of guy, lots of groping, and missionary, and grabbing of pretty white sheets while sunshine makes Mingyu’s gorgeous, honey coloured skin glisten from sweat-

He rolls off of you, warmth leaving with him, and a tingle runs up your body from the loss. Mingyu adjusts how he’s laying, and then his eyes move to you, a smile on his lips, “come on, sit here,” he taps at his mouth before his hands are grabbing for you. 

Within moments, he has you stripped naked and maneuvered with your core hovering over his face. Mingyu presses the cold, spit coated, metal plug against the rim of your ass, and you let out a hiss, pushing his sweatpants down to break your prize free of its confines. 

The plug presses slightly into your ass as you wrap your fingers around Mingyu’s cock. You let your head fall forward, resting it against his thigh, eyes closing so you can focus on the feeling of the toy pressing a slightly into you, only to be moved away- repeated, deeper each time-

“You have the cutest ass-” Mingyu groans. He sucks in a sharp breath when your body finally accepts the plug fully, and then both of his hands land against your ass cheeks, making you jolt and cry out, your pussy throbbing with desire now. “And you’re so fucking wet- who made you this wet baby?” 

“Gyu-” you whimper, too overwhelmed to be speaking full sentences, so instead you bring your lips to your boyfriend’s cock head, kitten licking at his slit. You watch your drool begin to coat him, dripping down to your fingers, which are now working Mingyu’s thick shaft.

Behind you, Mingyu lets out a growl, and then his hands grab your thighs, pulling you backwards so you’re seated fully onto his face. You feel his nose brush the butt plug as his tongue presses into your wet heat, lapping at your walls until you’re grabbing at the bed sheets with your free hand just to anchor yourself. 

“Fuck- Gyu- it’s so good-” you breathe, doing your best to work his cock with your hand, mouth sucking at his most sensitive parts between moans of desperation- 

A smack lands on your ass that has you crying out, and then you hear, “ride his face like you mean it.” 

“Wonwoo!” you gasp, and a moment later his hand is grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling you off of Mingyu’s cock.

Your eyes snap open to look at your second boyfriend, who’s appeared next to the bed.

“Come on princess,” Wonwoo releases your hair, and two of your hands grab at Mingyu’s thighs to keep yourself propped up, “ride his face till you cum.”

“Wonwoo- I’m so close-” you tell him, insides swelling with arousal and love for the man who always has your pleasure as his top priority, regardless of circumstances such as this one-

“I bet you are,” Wonwoo walks to the foot of the bed, watching you carefully, “neither of you could wait five minutes for me to get back with coffee could you?”

Mingyu groans against your core and the vibrations have you making your own sounds of pleasure, words tumbling past your lips, “I just woke up- I didn’t know when you’d be back-”

“Don’t give me that,” Wonwoo tuts, clicking his tongue and cocking his head while he watches you use his best friend’s face while chasing your release. “You know the rules.”

“I do-” you whine, reminded of the little plug fitted so nicely inside of your ass while Mingyu continues to devour your core, groaning from you and Wonwoo’s talking, which creates vibrations that make your toes curl, his tongue now circling your clit-

“How does it feel?” Wonwoo asks, “being a good little anal whore before nine am?”

“Fuck-” you groan, grinding your pussy harder on Mingyu’s tongue, which he’s holding flat for you now, allowing you to ride him to your hearts content- “Mingyu-”

Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, thighs quivering on either side of Mingyu’s head, hips faltering their motions- but Mingyu picks up where you leave off, hands gripping your legs and forcing your core onto his talented tongue. He laps at you, eating you out for all your worth until you’re nearly crying from how sensitive your clit is-

Wonwoo lifts you off of Mingyu’s face, and the man below lets out a whine, following your core with his tongue for a moment before opening his eyes and blinking- coming out of his daze. 

Wonwoo positions you next to Mingyu, and he has you on your back, legs spread, showing off your wet pussy and the pretty pink jewelled butt plug still lodged in your ass.

The invitation is clear, and Mingyu claims his spot between your legs just as he had earlier, but now, there’s no fabric holding either of you back. 

The head of his cock is angry and red, his shaft swollen to its full, impressive size. He fits his length between your pussy lips, watching with interest as he slides up past your clit- a shiver runs through you, legs closing around his waist, and Mingyu snaps out of his excitement, eyes darting up to your own. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes, cupping your face with one hand while grabbing his member with the other, lining it up with your entrance.

He doesn’t tease you this time, simply pushes into you, inch after inch sinking into your wet heat, which welcomes him, used to his size after being together for so long. 

Mingyu drapes his body over yours, held up by an elbow buried in pillows, hand cupping your face as he kisses you, while the other is planted on your waist, keeping you pinned to the bed. He gets sloppier the closer he is to cumming, and, you’d definitely given him enough to be worked up about-

Your boyfriend lets out a soft groan, pulling away from your mouth in favour of looking between your bodies at where his cock is gliding in and out of your core, wet glistening on the skin of his shaft.

One small adjustment, and Wonwoo commanding “legs closer to your chest, princess,” has Mingyu in a position that makes every thrust show slightly in your lower abdomen- 

All three of you let out groans at the sight. 

Mingyu had brought the ‘belly bulge’ kink up one night a few months into your relationship, and, after your first attempt at it had made you squirt and left you trembling, you’d adopted the practice as frequently as possible.

He takes a test thrust, pulling out before pushing back in- and both of you gasp at the feeling of the butt plug shifting slightly inside of you, moved with each of Mingyu’s movements. It feels… amazing, and everyone knows it.

Your boyfriend pulls away from your lips, moving his hot mouth to your neck while he braces his hands to the bed. “I have to cum, you’re too tight-” he groans against your skin, teeth grazing your jugular gently. 

“Thencum, Gyu,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and playing with his pretty hair-

“But you better not forget about your rules, gorgeous.” Wonwoo tuts.

Mingyu’s hand grabs your jaw, pressing your head into the pillows while pushing his thumb into your mouth-

“Anal whores don’t get to make loud sounds until after breakfast.”

Mingyu groans at Wonwoo’s words, hips rutting into your faster while you suck on his digit, moans stifled. Each thrust has your body rocking, your boyfriend sometimes forgetting his own strength while he chases his high, and you feel yourself dragged along in his endeavour, stomach muscles tensing-

“Fuck,so tight-” Mingyu growls loudly, hand slapping down on your waist, finger half splayed to your hip while his palm presses right over the outline of his cock is just visible in your lower abdomen.

You cum immediately from the new sensation, walls clamping down on Mingyu’s aching cock while a whine tears its way out of your chest, escaping past Mingyu’s thumb- which he quickly removes in favour of pressing his lips to your own.

Noises of pleasure are quickly eaten up, his cum coating your insides, and when his hips finally come to a stop, you’re both breathless. 

“Good morning,” Mingyu grins once he’s had a moment to collect himself, pressing a kiss to your nose before rolling off of you. He lays on his back, running his hands through his hair, large chest expanding with a deep inhale.

“Shower time,” comes your other lover’s voice, another step in his usual ‘what happens when you and Mingyu start morning sex without me’ ritual that your more dominant lover always upholds. “Who’s going?”

“I’m too tired,” Mingyu says, turning his head to watch you with a grin, because you all know what happens next.

Wonwoo scoops you up, an arm bracing your back while his other hand has collected your knees. 

After morning sex without Wonwoo, he always makes one of you go to have a shower. Mingyu will often stretch and stand, sighing before trudging off to leave you at Wonwoo’s mercy while the most insatiable member of your trio washes away your scent-

But on days like today, when Mingyu feels lazy, you get to go to the shower… with Wonwoo. 

“What time is it?” you ask, nuzzling against Wonwoo’s shoulder.

You’ve been together so long- and after Mingyu makes you cum, Wonwoo always gives you aftercare for as long as you need it- 

In fact, sometimes you need to wait a while before Wonwoo will even touch you, if he thinks you look particularly messy from Mingyu, too sleepy to get on with your day- or if he thinks you look hungry, because he knows the three of you didn’t eat much last night and he’d already fucked you silly six hours ago before you passed out-

“9:00,” Wonwoo answers smoothly, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind him with his foot. 

You yawn, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of Wonwoo’s hoodie. He smells so good, like the body wash he uses- and that’s when you realize, “wait, Wonwoo?”

“Can you stand?”

You nod, allowing him to settle you on your feet. He continues holding your hand, even as he reaches into the shower to get it going. in the white, LED artificial light of the pretty bathroom that you love so much- you can see his hair is damp. 

“Have you been to the gym already?” you ask, knowing he only ever showers in the morning if he’s already had a work out before you wake up. 

“Yeah,” he responds, returning his attention to you while the water heats up. 

“So… you showered already,” you frown, shifting to be closer to him again. This causes the butt plug still wedged inside of you to, likewise, move slightly, and a shiver of pleasure tingles through you. 

“Of course.” 

You bunch your fists up in the front of his soft, black hoodie, looking up at him. “But you’ll come in the shower with me still?”

Your boyfriend laughs, and the laugh turns into a sigh. Then Wonwoo lets go of your hands, grabbing your bare hips. 

You see the switch in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate- and he leans in closer to you, “Need me that bad?”

You’d been needy when you woke up- and you’re needy now. Mingyu hadn’t satiated you, he never can- you’ve always needed them both. Wonwoo scratches an itch his best friend will simply never be able to- and vice versa. 

You nod, tilting your chin up, eager to press your lips to his, your first good morning kiss with him-

Long fingers wrap around your throat and Wonwoo keeps you just out of vicinity. The silver ring on his pinky is cool against your skin, and the rising temperature of the bathroom as it fills with steam from the shower only highlights the cold from the metal band. 

“You sure you want this, gorgeous?” he asks. “You’re already looking pretty fucked out, and it would be a shame for you to show up to your 10:00 lab looking like a dazed little slut.” 

His words make you groan, eyes closing slightly, lips parting- 

“What will Vernon say if he sees you like this, hmm?” Wonwoo teases, and you know for a fact he doesn’t give a shit about what his fellow Kinesiology TA thinks.

After all, Vernon, as well as Scoups, the other TA, are both extremely aware of the fact that you’re Mingyu and Wonwoo’s girlfriend, which is why you’d been put in Vernon’s Lab this term when your timetable had forced you to schedule the class your boyfriend’s TA for. 

“I can take it,” you promise. “Please- let me take it.”

Wonwoo laughs. “Maybe I don’t think you deserveit.”

“But I do,” you whine, immediately sinking to your knees, plug shifting deliciously as you adjust on your knees, gently resting your hands on Wonwoo’s thighs.

It would be easy enough to tug his black, Adidas, track pants down, but you know Wonwoo, and you know his games. 

“Mingyu must not have fucked you as well as i thought,” Wonwoo says, reaching down to pet your head. You nuzzle against his hand when it comes to your cheek, looking up at him with your best submissive expression. “Fine. You can do what you do best.” 

You practically lurch for his cock, only for a fist in your hair to keep you still, pain shooting through your scalp from the tug.

“What was that, kitten?” he asks, voice dripping with condescension. 

“I was trying to-” you blink up at him, confused, “to do what I do best?”

“Which would be what?” your boyfriend chuckles.

You blink. “Sucking you off?” 

Wonwoo laughs again. “Oh sweetheart, you’re good with your mouth, but that’s not what you’re best at.” He tugs you to your feet before tearing his own shirt off. His eyes meet yours once the fabric is discarded, and then he commands, “Get in the shower.” 

You do as you’re told, no questions asked, stepping into the large enclosed space. You’ve left the door open for Wonwoo behind you, and you test the water temperature with your fingers before asking, “Sir, if I’m not best at giving you head, then what am I best at?”

The steam filled air is momentarily disturbed around you, a sign the glass door has closed, and a second later, hands are finding your hips. 

“You’re best at taking dick like a pro, and telling me everything I want to hear.” Wonwoo says, voice low, lips teasing your shoulder with kisses. 

“And what do you want to hear right now?” you ask, letting the back of your head rest on his shoulder, his strong chest a place of safety, while his arms wrap around you.

“I want to hear how sorry you are that you and Mingyu started without me. Again.” 

“I’mreally sorry,” you tell him, turning your head so you can press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. 

“Oh yeah?” Wonwoo takes one step forward so you’re both under the large shower head, and his hand slips between your legs, aided by the water while he begins to circle your clit with his fingers.

He brings his face close to your neck, and you shift the angle of your head to give him access to the column of your throat. The tip of his nose grazes your skin while his lips tease up your neck till they reach your ear, teeth tugging at your lobe before he says, “What if I don’t believe you?”

You let out a breathy moan, “then you should fuck me till I’m extrasorry-”

He lets out a deep chuckle, the vibration running through your body from where your back is pressed to his chest. “You know what? I think I will.”

His next moves are sudden, two steps taken to get you closer to the shower wall and out of the stream of water, then a rough push at your back that has you bent over, the angle change causing the butt plug still inside of you to shift and rub against your insides- a groan leaves your lips and your hands instinctively find the wall to hold yourself up. 

“I always liked this plug,” Wonwoo says, hands kneading the flesh of your ass, revealing the little jewelled toy to his hungry eyes. “But it will never make you feel as full as having me and Mingyu at the same time, will it, gorgeous?”

“No, Wonwoo,” you answer, “it could never compare-”

A smack lands on your ass that has your toes curling and a whimper tumbling past your lips. Your eyes close, and you focus your full attention on the man behind you as he says, “so it’s a shame you couldn’t be bothered to wait for five minutes before letting Mingyu eat that pretty pussy of yours, isn’t it, angel?”

“I-” you start to respond but his thumb finds the plug, pushing it in a little before he grabs at the jewel, and you suck in a breath while he begins to toy with it, moving it in little circles.

“Keep going baby, I wanna hear all your excuses,” Wonwoo says lowly, tugging on the plug a little harder, causing a pleasurable stretch for a moment before he’s pressing it into you again, “I wanna hear all the reasons why my little slut is needy as soon as she wakes up.”

“I just-” you gnaw on your lip, “Mingyu is always so warm in the mornings-”

“And I’m not?”

Something else presses against the crest of your ass, and you recognize the shape and feel of Wonwoo’s cock. “Fuck- no, you are- you just- you wake up somuchearlier-”

“So it’s my fault now?” Another rough spank that has you crying out.

“Wonwoo-” you whine loudly, pussy nearly throbbing with need from the way he’s been toying with your ass. You’re doing your best to give him all the reasons, as he’d asked for, but he’s making it so much harder-

“Give me one final answer baby, the real one, and maybe I’ll be nice,” Wonwoo instructs, “tell me why you and Mingyu like this shit so much. Tell me you like getting caught. Tell me you like getting in trouble like the naughtylittleslut that you are.” 

You anticipate the feeling of his hand on your ass, and it lands in the same spot as before, creating a delicious sting that makes more blood rush to your core, clit throbbing now-

“We love getting caught-” you whimper, words tumbling out of your mouth so quickly you’re practically blubbering, “we love it when you come and tell us we’re bad- love it when you separate us and fuck me after like this- love it when-” you cut yourself off with a gasp when Wonwoo thrusts into you roughly while simultaneously pulling you up and flush to his chest, an angle that has his cock in the perfect spot-

“Love it when I wreckyou?” 

All you can do is moan loudly in response, going practically limp in his arms, completely submitting to his mercy, just as Wonwoo likes it.

“My little fuck toy,” Wonwoo laughs, hand now finding your throat and gripping it tightly, “still so wet- or wait, I forgot, this must be Mingyu I’m feeling inside of you, isn’t it?”

You don’t answer, only groan again, and this time, it doesn’t satisfy Wonwoo. 

“How about we check?” he suggests, sounding almost chipper before he pulls his cock from you, replacing it with two fingers briefly. He somehow manages to get himself back, snug inside of you, letting go of your neck momentarily to do so, while he simultaneously pushes his now slick covered digits past your lips. “How’s it taste? Is it you? Or Gyu?”

You moan around Wonwoo’s digits, licking them clean of your other lovers seed, which must still be coating your insides-

“That’s what I thought,” Wonwoo says, your sound confirmation enough for the man who reads you like a book. 

He pushes you forward for the umpteenth time, and now you find your front pressed to the cold shower wall. One of Wonwoo’s hands is on the back of your head, keeping your face and cheek pressed to the white tile, while the other is on your hip, anchoring him as he begins to thrust into you roughly.

You arch your back more, pressing your ass out for him, and Wonwoo groans. His hand moves slightly, fingers curling to the front of your hip bone, jerking you back slightly to meet his movements, which is hard with his hand also pressed to your head, so he removes it in favour of grabbing your hips with both hands. 

You love big men who can use you like a rag doll, manhandling you- the sound of skin on skin as your ass slaps against Wonwoo is absolutely sinful, and each rough thrust paired with a tug has you practically bouncing.

“Fuck,” Wonwoo pulls out of you abruptly and you whine at the loss, only to be flipped so your back is now against the wall. Wonwoo kisses you, your first real kiss so far, and it has you seeing stars even as your core pulses around nothing- missing his cock.

Your hand wraps around his length and you whimper against his lips, an indirect plea for him to fuck you again- but instead me makes you wait, a hand finding your core so two fingers can thrust up into you while his mouth descends to your boobs, latching onto a nipple where his tongue begins to flick at the pebbled bud. 

“Wonwoo!” you gasp when his teeth sink into your skin, just enough to hurt, and his fingers crook up roughly, hitting the spot that makes your legs shake. “I’m gonna cum-”

He takes his mouth from your breasts, standing to his full height again, resting one palm against the tiles behind your head while the digits of his other hand continue inside of you.

He looks you dead in the eyes and asks, “Now?”

You’reshocked- completely and utterly gobsmacked- but you know he hates it when you cum without permission during more dominant sex- so you do your best to respond, grasping onto the arm next to your head to stay standing while your words come out horribly whimpered; “Please Wonwoo- your fingers- I’m gonna- please- please-” 

“Fine, you can cum.” He thrusts his digits into you even harder, abusing your gspot until your core is tightening around him and you’re digging your nails into his arm, legs threatening to give out from the pleasure he’s providing you.

He watches you carefully while you cum, enjoying the way the butt plug shifts with each contraction of your pussy clamping down on his fingers.

He helps you through your orgasm until he sees you’re becoming literally weak in the knees, at which point he removes his hands from between your thighs and easily scoops you into his arms.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and a moment later he’s pushing into your core. You groan against his neck, burying your face there while holding him tighter, latched to his front like a koala bear while he begins to thrust up into you. 

Wonwoo pins you to the tile again, using it as leverage to help keep you up so he can use even more of his power in his thrusts, each one causing his thick cock to drag against your walls, which are still quivering from your last orgasm. 

“Wonwoo-” you mewl desperately, panting against his neck while he easily works you up again, utilizing the aftershock of your last release to have you on the edge in record speed.

“Gonna cum again?” Wonwoo laughs, “Really? Thatfast?”

“Fuck- Wonwoo- please- s’ so good- please-” You cling to him tighter, nearly crying now-

“Hold it a little longer princess, I’m almost there,” he assures you, breaking away from the rough dominant role now that he sees just how deep into subspace you are from everything, “you’re doing so well,” he assures you, and is pleased by the way you pull away from his neck, seeking out his lips.

You’re as needy as ever, tongue invading his mouth, breathy whimpers escaping while your nails dig into his broad shoulders-

He groans from the pain, and it’s just enough to get him to the edge. “Cum,” he instructs before his cock is twitching, coating your walls with his seed while he continues to thrust up into you. 

Your core tightens with a vice-like grip on his length, and Wonwoo pushes his body closer to yours in response, groaning loudly-

You can feel each other’s hearts, racing against your rib cages, from where your chests are pressed together, and your mouths are a mess of teeth and tongues, eyes closed, bodies overtaken by a euphoria like nothing else. 

When Wonwoo finally stops his movements, you pull away from his lips, eyes opening. His hands move down to your ass, and he says, “hold on,” before pulling away from the wall so you can step back under the shower head stream.

The warm water makes you groan, and Wonwoo’s fingers dig into your skin, a warning not to do things that are going to cause your core to squeeze him. 

“Can you stand?” he asks, one hand smoothing up and down your back.

You nod, and a moment later he’s slipping his cock out of you so he can help you down onto your feet. A small whimper leaves your lips at the feeling of the butt plug still wedged inside of you, and Wonwoo cups your face, immediately knowing what caused the sound. 

“Can I take that out for you?”

You nod again, allowing Wonwoo to turn you in his arms. His hands are gentle now- so gentle, and he softly applies some pressure to your back, saying, “bend forward for me, princess.”

His fingers grasp the pretty jewel hilt of your plug, and he tugs on it, licking his lips at the sight. “No matter how many times we fuck you- you’re still sotight-” 

Your boyfriend moves slowly, watching you with expert eyes for any sign of discomfort as he slowly helps the plug out of your ass, biting back a moan from the visual of your hole closing tightly around nothing as soon as it’s free of the toy. 

Wonwoo places the plug on a ledge indented into the wall where you keep other shower products, and then his soft, large hands are grabbing your hips, gently pulling you to his chest. He does all the aftercare things he enjoys doing with you, which include cleaning your body of any leftover cum, washing your hair, and pressing kisses to your face as you slowly come out of subspace.

“How are you feeling?” he asks once he’s washed the last of the conditioner from your hair and you’ve opened your eyes to look up at him with adoration written across your expression.

“Good,” you say softly.

“I think the word you’re looking for is late,” comes Mingyu’s voice from outside the shower, and it causes both you and Wonwoo to look sharply towards the glass door. It’s too fogged with steam for you to see through to the bathroom beyond, but you both know what you’d heard.

“Late?” Wonwoo asks, turning the shower off and pushing the door open.

“Yeah,late,” Mingyu says, and you catch sight of his shoulders, all bare and beautiful- muscles moving under skin while he brushes his teeth, then spits into the sink. “It’s 9:30.”

Which means you have class in thirty minutes, and so does Wonwoo.

“Shit,” Wonwoo groans, grabbing a towel for himself, “can you help her Gyu? I have to go-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mingyu sets his tooth brush down and turns to face you, a lazy smile on his lips. 

He doesn’t have class to TA till 12:00 today- and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t regretting taking the 10:00 Vernon time slot instead of the 12:00 Scoups one- but then again, Vernon is known for being much more lenient about students being late than Scoups is.

Wonwoo presses a quick kiss to your lips, helping you step out of the shower on wobbly legs. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, giving you a once over before handing you a towel of your own. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, thank you Wonwoo,” you smile up at him and he leans in again as if for another kiss or hug, “Go-” you laugh, resting your hand on his chest to stop him, “you have to be at class on time- I can afford to be a little late.”

“Or a lot late,” Mingyu suggests, pushing off from the sink to come stand next to you, eyes eating you up-

“You promised to stop making her late for class,” Wonwoo warns, exiting the bathroom in a rush to get ready to go TA a class after having just fucked you stupid.

“Promises promises,” Mingyu grins down at you, winking. 

He’s not actually going to keep you from your class- in fact, as soon as you’re dry, Mingyu helps you to the bedroom, where he instructs you to sit on the bed to recuperate for a moment while he grabs you some clothes.

Your tall boyfriend helps you get dressed, kissing you between compliments. Fifteen minutes later, when Wonwoo is heading out the door, pressing one last kiss to your lips before reminding Mingyu to “make sure she eats something and has some water” you’re already nearly ready for class.

It’s 9:50 when you leave your on campus apartment with Mingyu, hand held securely in his own.

“This morning was fun,” your fluffy haired companion says, glancing at you sideways and flashing that mischievous little smile of his, “I hope Wonwoo didn’t go too hard on you for starting without him.”

“He was perfect, as always,” you sigh contently, shifting closer to Mingyu so you can wrap your free hand around his arm, body tucked next to his while you continue walking. 

As much as Wonwoo likes to pretend he hates walking in on you and Mingyu, this dynamic is a cornerstone of your relationship, starting with your very first threesome, which had kicked off with Wonwoo walking in on you and Mingyu making out in their living room one day. You and Mingyu had been dating for a little while and, admittedly, been purposefully teasing his roommate, waiting to see when Wonwoo would snap- 

And snap he had. 

“You two think this is funny, huh?” he’d groaned into your ear, pressing a finger into your ass while Mingyu rutted up into your core from below, face buried in your tits. “Parading you in front of me for weeks, fucking on my couch, waking me up with your loud moaning at all hours-” Wonwoo had clicked his tongue with annoyance, landing a smack to your ass. “You’re both incorrigible,” he’d hissed, “and in need of some rules.” 

He’d always been something like a (non sexual) dom to Mingyu, his best friend and roommate, making sure he’d get out of bed when his alarm went off for their morning classes, reminding him to eat if he’d been studying too long- so when you’d started dating Mingyu, the treatment had naturally trickled over to you as well, and Mingyu had realized how much he enjoyed watching Wonwoo tell you what to do- how much he enjoyed having Wonwoo call the shots-

You and Mingyu had simply been two needy sluts, having fun, but floundering without a dominant to anchor you both, and you’d found your anchor in Wonwoo.

The two of you arrive at your class with a minute to spare, and Mingyu stops you just outside, hands finding your waist. He looks down at you with a soft smile. “Have a good day okay?”

“I will.” You return his grin with one of your own, resting your forearms on his shoulders while your fingers play with his hair. “I hope you have some rest before your classes.”

“Or maybe,” he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips before moving his mouth to your ear, where he whispers, “I’ll start thinking of you and end up with my hand down my pants.”

“Scandalous!” you mock gasp, breaking into a laugh, “maybeIhave to come up with some rules for you- ever think about that?”

“I’dlove some more rules,” Mingyu groans, the tip of his nose gently gliding across your cheek, then he kisses you again, “you should punish me.”

“Oh my god.” Your TA’s voice startles you, and you roughly pull back from Mingyu, whipping your head to the side to look at Vernon, who’s standing in the doorway of your classroom with a look of disgust on his face. “Are you two serious?”

“Right in front of his salad,” Mingyu laughs, referencing his favourite porno meme (Wonwoo, in contrast, will always argue for ‘i’m not at the beach. This is a bathtub’). Then he straightens to his full height, letting out a sigh, “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too,” he steals one last kiss before his hands leave your hips, and Mingyu watches you enter your classroom with Vernon, standing in the hallway alone for a moment or two with a dopey smile on his face.

“I’m gonna marry that girl,” he says to himself, and then he heads back to your apartment, where he promptly buries his face in your pillow, drifting back to sleep with dreams of your lips.

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Lilac Lace | k.mg (M)

genre ➳ roomates au, fluff, pwp, humour, roomates to lovers.

pairing ➳ roomate!Mingyu x female!reader

warnings ➳ profanities, too much domesticity even tho they ain’t dating, lots of awkward convos? yn is horny af, pinning, kissing, an underwear thief , male masturbation, yn spies on him , size kinkkk, dom!Gyu, panty sniffing, fingering, dirty talk, female oral, massive dicc mingyu, titty sucking, marking, unprotected sex(don’t do this irl), virgin sex(surprise?), multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare.

word count ➳ 6.8k

synopsis➳without much options left on your hands, you become Mingyu’s roommate. things take a wild turn after a few weeks.

A/N: This was supposed to come out on the 6th but we all know the news regarding wonwoo(may his mom rip) so it was only right to postpone it. A late happy birthday to dear Mingyu. Ik the banner is shitty so let’s just ignore it. As always, let me know your thoughts and I’ll retire to my penthouse in hell <3.

“I mean it’s the opportunity of a lifetime man. Why are you hesitating?” Seokmin groans in frustration from beside as you sit and stare at the cafeteria table as if burning holes into it will bring you answers.

“I know it is!” You cry. “I just— I don’t know…I’ve never lived with a guy before. What if he’s messy? What if he doesn’t clean up after himself? What if he stinks?”

Jeonghan sighs exhaustedly from opposite you, rubbing his hand frustratedly over his face. “Everyone on this campus knows how clean and neat Mingyu keeps his house! Is that really your concern?”

No, it actually isn’t.

The concern is that you have a teeny tiny crush on Kim Mingyu. And you’re not sure if rooming with him will help this fleeting feeling. But it’s also true that you’ve never been roommates with a guy before. You’ve lived by yourself ever since you got into college no matter how much your parents forbade you. It was until last week that your landlord abruptly announced that he was going to sell the whole building, giving you two weeks to pack your things and move out.

It doesn’t help that it’s the middle of the senior year and all the dorms are completely booked. It will take months to get an empty room if you are lucky. And the prices of one-bedroom apartments, even studio apartments near your campus are astonishingly high and way out of the budget for a college student with limited funds like you. So when Jeonghan announces that Mingyu has a spare room in his apartment and doesn’t mind a roommate, in fact, is looking for one, the idea definitely tempts you. But your feelings make you think twice.

What if he’s noisy? What if he brings a different girl over each night? It is no news how the whole campus crushes on Mingyu’s extremely blessed visuals, height, body, mannerisms— the list will go on. Everybody, including you, agrees that they’ve never seen a person as perfect as him. Which makes it all harder to share a house with him.

But you don’t have the luxury to ponder over it because you have about five days until your stupid landlord kicks you out. The best option you have now is to stay with Mingyu until you’ve found another solution.

“You know you’re lucky.” Seungkwan pouts, sipping on his iced americano. “Mingyu’s house is one hell of a place, trust me. And you get to stay there paying half the rent. I’m jealous of you. I lived there so you can take my word. I can’t believe that beanpole kicked me out just because I left tangerine peels on the coffee table once.” He mutters under his breath, making Jeonghan roll his eyes. “That was because you didn’t pay rent, idiot.”

The younger man glares at him, pinching his arm as Jeonghan groans in pain, making you roll your eyes at their antics.

“You know what,” you sigh, finally arriving at a conclusion. “I’ll take the offer.”

-

Sharing a house with Mingyu proves to be an extreme sport. The sport being ‘try not to fall for the husband material of a man he is.’

Like, the man is the epitome of perfect. It has been a little less than a month since you’ve moved in and the way Mingyu has been treating you is definitely not good for your heart. You thought they didn’t make guys like this anymore but here he is, respectful, polite, neat and handsome as fuck.

The day you moved in, you had arrived to see his apartment clean and pristine, not a speck of dust anywhere as you marveled at how beautiful the place was. It was sleek, modern and spacious; something very few college students got, especially with the amount of money you agreed to pay. He later told you the landlord is a close friend of his family so he offered this place to them at a minimum price.

Mingyu had settled in the master bedroom so you took the second spare bedroom without hesitation. Though your room is a bit smaller than his, it’s still spacious, having enough room to fit all your stuff that you brought in two pieces of luggage.

Mingyu had some ground rules established and you were more than happy to follow them. Clean after yourself, do not enter each other’s room without permission, if you’re having people over let your roommate know beforehand. These are no issues; you are actually glad because you hold the same mindset and it sets boundaries.

The issue, however, is the way Mingyu walks around the house half naked. You were first blessed (tortured) with the sight one morning, on a weekend, when you had just woke up and stumbled into the kitchen looking like a little gremlin to make yourself a coffee. As you downed a glass of water, he appeared from his room, only clad in a pair of grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The sight of Mingyu’s perfectly sculpted, taut chest and biceps made you choke on the water as he rushed closer to you, asking what was wrong with a worried look on his face. You literally ran from him, seeking refuge in your room where you stayed locked up all day to recover from the harrowing memory.

Another issue is how kind and helpful he is, diving the chores evenly, cooking every night, helping you with your papers whenever you were stuck, helping you reach the top shelves when you were looking for something.

Right.

It was no news how tall he was but whenever he’d appear next to you, you would feel like a microorganism, his immensely bulky form towering over you. He didn’t hesitate to tease you, making harmless jokes about how tiny you are which sent your heart racing and face burning.

Maybe the only imperfect thing about him was his clumsiness but honestly, you find it endearing. It makes you adore him even more; how he completely forgets how giant he is and bumps into things, how he often drops utensils while cooking and then picks them up with a sheepish smile. It all makes your heart race.

Your roommate, Kim Mingyu, his simple existence makes your heart race.

Like right now, as you watch him stir fry the shrimp for the fried rice he’s making, wearing a sleeveless tee that shows off his ungodly thick biceps. You are supposed to be studying, your laptop and notes sprawled out on the coffee table but your eyes keep wandering over to him, how his biceps bulge whenever he grips the pan as he hums a tune, too lost in his own head to notice your stare. Swallowing, you reach for your water bottle beside you for the nth time, trying to quench the thirst that water will not satisfy. You wonder how it’d feel to be wrapped around those humongous arms and you desperately wish he’d just pick you up and throw y—

“You’re not hungry yet are you?” He suddenly questions, making your eyes widen as you snap out of your thoughts and quickly avert your eyes like he can read the scandalous thoughts going through your mind. “Um- n-no. No, I’m not.”

He smiles, “Good. I’m planning on making some stir fried tofu. Your favorite.”

“Thanks, Mingyu.” You offer him a kind smile, trying not to stare at his arms or broad shoulders as he busies himself again.

That night, long after you have gone to bed, you toss and turn, trying hard to sleep which never comes. Your body is tired but your mind isn’t, probably because you are still thinking about how much you want to be dicked down by Mingyu.

When you realize you won’t be able to sleep this way, you get out of bed and pad towards the dining room to get yourself a cool glass of water. You don’t bother turning on the light as there is sufficient light coming not only from the outside but also from the small led bulb above the kitchen counter.

As you gulp down the cool liquid, a tiny sliver of light catches your attention and you realize it’s coming from Mingyu’s bedroom. It’s nearly one am but Mingyu has a habit of staying up late and finishing his work, so it doesn’t come across as a surprise. However, as you set the glass down and start heading back to your room, a noise alerts you, making you stop in your tracks.

You remain still, holding your breath and focusing on the sound which doesn’t return for a while. Just when you’re about to decide you heard wrong, it floats through again and you hear it clearly this time.

A moan. A deep, throaty moan.

Shit.

Your eyes widen as you realize what that must mean. A civil, well-mannered person would ignore it and give him his privacy but you’re none of that so you start tiptoeing towards Mingyu’s room. All types of thoughts race through your mind. Did he bring a girl home? But he didn’t mention anything and neither did he go outside. This leaves one possibility: he’s pleasuring himself.

As you stand right by his door, your ears on alert, the sounds become much clearer and you rub your thighs subconsciously. The little gap between the door and the doorframe is not enough to see what’s inside so you take a deep breath and decide: fuck it.

Without much thinking, your shaky hands move, praying he doesn’t notice as you push the door ever so slightly as it creates barely a one-inch gap. Small but enough for you to peek in. Which you do.

Mingyu lies in his bed, his back resting against a bunch of pillows as half lays there. But that is not the cause of your concern. The issue is how he’s half naked, his pajamas bunched around his knees as his cock stands up proudly. Eyes closed tightly in bliss, his hand fists around the flesh of this length, up and down repeatedly as soft grunts slip from his lips.

Your throat dries up.

But you have yet to see, you realize, as your eyes shift over to his other hand in which lies a small piece of clothing. With your life in your hands, you move even closer to the door and squint, holding your breath. When he shifts and opens his fist, you realize what the material is.

It’s your underwear.

Your. Underwear.

It’s your favorite lilac purple underwear with lace seams. The one that went missing a couple of days ago. You thought you had somehow misplaced it but looks like you are wrong because your roommate has it.

But that’s not the concern.

Mingyu is jerking off to your fucking underwear.

What the actual fuck?

And there’s more in store for you as Mingyu’s hands move to bring your panty towards his face and absolutely mortified, you watch with bated breath as he holds it over his nose and takes a deep inhale.

Your legs nearly give up.

Like a shameless, horny bitch you stay rooted to your spot and watch as Mingyu’s moans increase in pitch, his hands moving faster on his cock, eyes tightly shut and your panties on his face. The erotic sight has your pussy leaking.

It is the epitome of filth and sin. Nothing can company to how vulgar yet erotic this feels. Half of you just want to barge in and jump on top of him, make him help you with the ache between your legs while the other half wants to run to the north pole, never wanting to face this man again.

A particular deep groan jolts you out of your head as you watch your roommate reach his climax, his deep moans echoing in your ears as his body slightly arches off the bed, thick spurts of cum flying out of his large cock.

And then silence.

Mingyu lays on his bed, a hand over his head as he catches his breath while you do so on the other side of the door. It’s like you’ve run a marathon. Beads of sweat shine on your forehead as your heart rings loudly in your ears, your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your core.

You need to leave now if you don’t want to get caught snooping.

The little sensible part of your brain hisses at you, making your feet move as you carefully, shakily, tiptoe back into your room, your throat now dryer than it originally was.

-

For the next few days, you avoid Mingyu like plague. You know how crazy you look, how obvious it is but you can’t help how your mind displays the sight of his naked body whenever you see his face and how your pussy starts throbbing. At first, Mingyu brushed it off but now he looks at you with concern and you feel extremely bad.

But what do you say to him?

Hey, I snooped on you like a creep as you jerked off and also, do you mind returning my favorite panties?

“_____?” Mingyu snaps his fingers in front of your as you blink and look at him, realizing he’s been calling you for a while. “You okay?”

“Uhm- yep!” You manage the fakest smile. Mingyu’s face falls, “Stop lying. You’ve been so weird the past few days. Did I do something wrong?”

Oh god.

“No! No, not at all,” you immediately clarify, feeling guilty. “I just—” you stare helplessly at his face. “I just have a lot on my mind right now.” You whisper making him sigh.

He says nothing for a while and you expect him to scold you or something but he just says. “Okay. How about a movie tonight? It’ll help you get your mind off of the things you’re so worried about.”

The expectant and puppy-eyed look he gives you breaks your heart and you know you’d rather die than say no to that face. So you let out a defeated sigh and grit your teeth. “Okay.”

“Great!” He grins excitedly. “I’ll make some pasta! You can choose the movie!”

-

It’s nine pm when you two sit down with your food and start the movie. It’s a studio Ghibli movie, one you’ve watched many times but you don’t mind watching a few times more. You two sit on the couch, maintaining a certain distance from each other, watching the TV screen in silence as you stuff your face full of the pasta. Like always, Mingyu’s cooking is exceptional and you devour the food within the first ten minutes. All this thinking and worrying had you starving the entire day. As you refill your plate Mingyu gives you a happy smile seeing you enjoy his cooking.

Ten more minutes later your belly is full and your plate is clean like Mingyu’s and you two sip the red wine in silence. You haven’t been able to pay much attention to the movie, instead, feeling hyperaware of his proximity and how you can smell a faint whiff of his musky scent.

It does things to you.

Veryvery bad things.

Shifting in your seat, you try to push those thoughts away but they come back in stronger, bigger waves, making you want to bang your head against the wall in frustration. There’s no way you can live like this. You’ll go crazy or die from a heart attack.

Huffing, you chew on your lower lip and try to concentrate on the movie playing, your eyebrows unknowingly shaping into a frown which Mingyu seems to notice.

“You okay?” He asks making you blink a few times. “Do you feel sick or something?” He questions, genuinely concerned. You sigh, rubbing your temples and murmuring a 'no’ which doesn’t do much to convince Mingyu as you can feel his stare burning into your skin.

An awkward, tensed silence settles as the volume from the TV fades into the background due to the stillness in the air while you try to avoid Mingyu’s gaze and focus hard on the floor. But you can only do that for so long before growing restless. So, without much thinking, you throw caution in the air and meet his eyes.

“Have you…by any chance seen my underwear? It’s lilac in color. I can’t seem to find it.” Half of you feel unequivocally mortified at how bluntly you asked the question while the other half patiently waits for his answer, eyeing his reaction carefully.

And it is something that you expected. A tiny hint of red appears in his ears as he watches you with wide eyes, stuttering, “I- um, n-no I haven’t. I- I’ll keep an eye out though.”

Disappointed, you only nod, “Okay.”

“Is that what has been bothering you all day?” He asks tentatively.

“What? No!” Now it’s your turn to feel embarrassed. “I just- I just suddenly remembered it…”

“I see.” He watches you cautiously for a few beats before setting his eyes back on the TV screen. Out of the corner of your eye, you take a look at him and you realize he is thinking hard. Unlike before, there’s a little frown on his face, his focus not on the movie but somewhere deep in his thoughts.

You desperately wish he’d make a move, say something, do something. It doesn’t make sense for him to jerk off to your underwear unless he feels a special way about you? Or…is this a bad, perverted habit of his? Does he steal any woman’s underwear and jerk off to it?

“Mingyu?” You call for him, the thoughts racing in your head finally exhausting you and paired with the little liquid courage in your blood you ask. “Can be honest with me?”

You don’t miss the look of panic that flashes across his face. “Sure.”

“Do you… do you like me?” It’s embarrassing to say it out loud, so much that you want to cringe into yourself and disappear forever. Maybe he actually doesn’t like you and you are getting ahead of yourself. Now that you’ve laid out all your cards, dread swims through your every vein but there is no going back.

“W-what?” He half chokes.

“Do you like me?” You repeat, voice softer this time, your eyes pleading with him silently to say yes, to assure you that you haven’t made a fool out of yourself. Except he doesn’t say anything but gapes at you like you’ve grown another head on your shoulder. Disappointment starts to settle in your bones but you decide you won’t go down like a coward.

“Because…I like you. I like you…a lot Mingyu.” You whisper, eyes straying from him in shyness.

There. You’ve done it.

You should probably start looking for a new place to live.

“____…” He breathes your name softly, his voice a little shocked as if he didn’t just expect you to say that. Hell, you didn’t expect to say that.

“____,” he starts again, clearing his throat as you mentally prepare yourself for a rejection. You have half a heart to interrupt him and run but you decide to hear him out before doing something more stupid. “I- I like you too. I really like you.”

You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. Waiting for him to say it’s a prank, waiting for you to wake up from this dream because there is no way—

“W-what?” You choke.

Mingyu turns shy under your gaze. “I-…yeah. I like you…too.”

“Why- why didn’t you tell me!” Your voice is incredulous.

“Because I didn’t know that you liked me too!” He defends. “I didn’t want to confess and then make it uncomfortably for you to stay here. I…I don’t know. I just thought you didn’t like me back.”

“I’m literally crazy about you, you know…” You whisper bashfully. “I have had a crush on you since the junior year…like every other girl.”

Mingyu snorts. “Well, I’ve had a crush on you since you moved in. God, you’re just so… adorable. I saw you dancing in the kitchen in those skimpy shorts you wear one morning while making pancakes and…I just fell for you.”

“Oh my god.” You hide your face in your hands in embarrassment making Mingyu laugh. “You saw that!” You whine, embarrassed.

“Yes. I did.” He shuffles closer to you to pry your hands off your face and offers you a sweet smile, one that displays his canines. Your heart starts racing and you have this desperate urge to feel his lips against yours and just thinking about it makes your toes curl. So you whisper, eyes focused on his lips. “Will you kiss me, Mingyu?”

He looks surprised for a second before he grins cockily, “With pleasure,” and then captures your lips in a kiss. They melt against his soft flesh perfectly as he takes his sweet time, kissing you softly, passionately while his other hand cups your jawline to tilt your head.

Soft sighs of pleasure release from your lips as your hands bunch the fabric of his t-shirt in a tight grip. Mingyu pulls back for a second, locking his eyes with yours and the desire blazing in them has you embarrassingly wet. Desperate to feel him again you dive back in for another kiss, this one stronger and needier as you chase his tongue in desperate motions. His tongue wraps around yours, waltzing together and the sheer messiness of the act, the subtle taste of wine on his lips, the string of saliva connecting from your tongue to his, all have you desperately rutting on the couch. This is your wildest dream and it is coming true.

“Mingyu…” You pant. “I n-need you.”

He smirks. “You do baby? Where?” He softly trails his lips on your cheek before they hover over your ear. “Where does my pretty roommate need me?” He whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear, making you whine softly. “I-inside me.”

He hums, satisfied, grabbing a little flesh of your neck between his teeth and sucking. “Then let’s take this to the bedroom shall we?” He doesn’t wait for your reply, instead latches his arms underneath the back of your thighs and lifts you, his feet quickly moving towards his bedroom where he drops you on the bed rather unceremoniously, hastily starting to take off his tee.

Biting your lip, you watch him with dilated pupils and bated breath as his sculpted figure comes into view. He’s extremely large and bulky, in all the right places which does not come to you as a surprise because you know how much of a gym rat he is. But seeing his protruding, firm muscles without any barrier for the first time has your throat dry, pussy wet and size kink shooting up the roof.

You really want him to throw you around like a fucking ball.

Mingyu watches you watching him hungrily and with a cocky smirk, he lets you enjoy the view for a while before he reaches for your shirt. “Let’s take this off, hmm?” You can only nod as you help him with the act and as soon as your top half is bare, his lips lock with yours once more, his hands traveling towards your breasts to cup them in his palm gently. Your body arches, moving towards his touch as he hums in satisfaction, massaging your soft flesh and kneading them in his large hands. When he’s had enough of your lips, his mouth ventures downwards, following the column of your neck and then your collarbone before stopping on your tits. He latches his mouth around a nipple and sucks hard, not breaking eye contact with you as you let out a high pitched moan.

“Aghhh!”

Seeing your response, he sucks harder before softly nipping around the sensitive bud and then moving onto your other breast, doing the same. Your hands tangle in his hair as you hold him against you, hooded eyes watching him devour you like you’re his last meal.

When he’s done marking your chest, he pulls back to watch your heated face; your hair a mess, temples coated with a sheen of perspiration, struggling to catch your breath before his hands work on removing your leggings. He tugs them off at once and the grin displaying on his face lets you know just how excited he is to see you clothed just in your panties. He inches his face towards your thigh where he presses soft slow kisses before tugging the flesh between his teeth. His lips move from the top of your thighs to your inner thighs where he increases the intensity of his ministrations before finally stopping on your clothed core. Taking a quick peek at your face and holding your gaze he traces his lips over the fabric of your underwear as arousal seeps from your core. His hands skim over your legs, his fingertips leaving tinglings in their wake before they reach to tug your panties.

“Wait- uhm!” You suddenly stop him, a thought occurring to you, voice shaky for no particular reason. Mingyu’s brows furrow in concern as he retracts his hands but you quickly reach for them and whisper. “Uhm…just be gentle. This is…my first time.”

His eyes widen like saucers making you cringe. Did you ruin the mood? Is he going to laugh at you? Unable to withstand his stare you hide your face in your hands, murmuring. “Don’t look at me like that.” Your voice is meek.

He clears his throat. “No! Uhm- I’m just surprised.” He murmurs. “I mean, you’re so hot and I thought…I don’t know…” His voice fades as you take a peek at him through your fingers and you can see a blush coating his face. How can a man be so adorable and hot at the same time?

“You think I’m hot?” You can’t help but tease.

“You’re realizing that now?” He rolls his eyes. “Of course you’re hot.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing ever. There’s a small moment of silence as you fidget, waiting for him to say or do something as you feel something unsaid hanging in the air. “Well…” He scratches the back of his head. “If it makes you feel any better, this is my first time too.”

Your jaw hits the floor.

No way.

There is no way Kim Mingyu—

“You’re kidding.”

“Wish I was.”

His solemn and somewhat embarrassed look tells you he’s fully serious and let out a small, unceremonious noise of shock.

“I can’t believe you haven’t stuck your dick in something yet.” You murmur, voice laced with disbelief as you gape at him. He flinches at your words. “That’s one way to put it. I just— I don’t know. It just didn’t happen. I was this close though one time. Like, my pants were literally off and so was this girl’s but just as we were about to start her brother barged in—”

“Oh.” You interrupt, not really interested in hearing his failed attempt at having sex.

“Yeah, you get the point.” He mumbles, cheeks tinted pink. “Can we…return to what we were doing?”

“Y-yeah. Sure.” You chuckle breathily, the tingling sensation returning on your skin. Mingyu smiles as he shuffles closer to you and presses a soft, reassuring kiss on your lips. “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.” You nod mindlessly as you hum and chase his lips, his addictive taste leaving you craving for more. So once again your lips tangle in a messy kiss and your hand hovers over the waistband of his shorts. Bravely, you tug at them and it captures Mingyu’s attention as he retracts his lips from yours and gives you a lazy smile. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

“Please.” You only beg.

He chuckles softly, a look of adoration on his face as he gives your cheek a peck that makes your heart dance happily. “All in good time, my love. Let’s get you prepared first.”

You swallow, watching him take off your panties which now have a damp spot in them and toss it behind him. His eyes stay glued to your core and you’re about to close your legs out of embarrassment when he grabs your thighs and pulls them apart. “Be a good girl.” His eyes shine dangerously, his gravelly voice going straight to your pussy and you have half a heart to just jump on his dick.

Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he pops a couple of his digits into his mouth, making a show of licking them which makes you lick your dry lips. Once his fingers are covered in his spit he moves them towards your pussy, gently stroking your lips, eyes never leaving yours, looking out for any signs of discomfort. “Tell me if it hurts.” He murmurs softly rubbing your entrance before inserting one finger inside and immediately you fall back on the bed, a low groan leaving you.

“Good?” He asks.

“Mhmm. S-so good.” You sigh, bunching his sheets in your hands. Humming, Mingyu inserts a second finger before starting to move the two digits in tandem, curling them inside you and stretching your walls slowly. You continue to moan loudly, the feel of his fingers inside your velvety walls driving you mad. His name slips from your lips in lustful pants as he continues scissoring his fingers inside you, sometimes locking his eyes with you, giving you a look that tells you he wants to eat you alive.

Once you adjust to two fingers inside you, he pushes in a third, increasing his pace so much that you feel dizzy and taste your orgasm. “M-mingyu…make me come… please.”

“I will.” He promises before attaching his lips to your clit. “Fuck!” You scream as his lips come in contact with your swollen bud, legs thrashing around him. He flicks his tongue around your clit while working his fingers inside you and when he decides to pull the sensitive flesh of your clit between his teeth, your orgasm crashes you. Toes curling, you let out a wail as you feel the pleasure coarse through your veins, only intensified by his relentless sucking on your clit.

When you can’t take anymore, you half-heartedly try to pry him off of you. “Mingyu… I can’t.” He only hums, giving your clit one long suck before pulling back and sitting on his knees, a proud smile on his face, lips coated with your arousal.

He pushes his fingers inside your mouth, making you taste yourself and feel his fingers deep inside your wet cavern. You moan around his digits, the dark look in his eyes setting sparks throughout your body. Once his fingers are clean he pulls you upwards, meeting your lips in a messy kiss. He devours your face, your teeth and tongue clashing and you moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. His boner pokes into your lower belly, distracting you as you pull back from the kiss to take a look at him.

There’s a tent on his boxers and you can see the clear outline of his thick length which sends shivers down your spine. Instinctively, your hands reach for his member, softly rubbing the sensitive flesh as he lets out a hiss of pleasure.

“Can I fuck you raw?” His blunt, abrupt question leaves you flustered.

“I was hoping you’d do that.”

“Fuck, really?” He groans, closing his eyes for a second. “You’re perfect, you know. And don’t worry, I’m clean.”

“Me too,” you whisper, stealing another kiss from him. “Now t-take this off please.” You whisper. He only smiles sinisterly, pushing you back onto the bed. As you get comfortable against the pillows he shuffles and pries the clothing from his hips, never breaking eye contact with you. You try, really try to hold his gaze but you can’t, your eyes shifting over to the monster between his legs and you suck in a sharp breath. “F-fuck. It’s huge.” You blurt out.

The smuggest look settles on his face as he watches you, a predatory glint in his eyes. “I’ll make sure it fits, love.” He promises and you swallow in anticipation and nervousness. Crawling over to you in slow yet confident movements, he traps you underneath him with his thick arms— literally the size of your face, planting them on both sides of your head as his large, solid chest hovers over yours, his face mere inches away from yours, not quite touching but close enough to feel his breath and you are now more aroused than ever. His sheer size and how he manages to make you feel small and helpless have you mewling. “M-mingyu hurry, n-need you.” Your arms snake around his lower back, pulling him close, his dick brushing on your stomach.

“And here I thought you wanted me to be gentle.” He teases with a smile, leaning down to kiss your jawline before moving back and sitting on the balls of his feet as he spits on his fingers and brings them to lube his cock. Throat parched, you watch him like an eager kid, waiting for her candy.

He teases you as he fists his length and brings it closer to your core, tapping on your sensitive clit but not giving you what you need. Whining, your hips move forward to him, trying to chase his length. “Mingyu!”

He grins amusedly, before finally lining up his length with your pussy and whispers. “Let me know if it hurts, hmm?”

You nod eagerly, sinking your fingers into his broad back, preparing yourself for the stretch. Giving you a reassuring look, Mingyu pushes in and it’s heaven and hell and the same time as the pain of being stretched flickers through your body before you feel the pleasure.

“Fuck!” You scream and he’s just a few inches in. The feeling is overwhelming, pleasurably so, that you don’t know what to do with it. “Fuck fuck fuck-” you keep chanting as Mingyu breathes harshly above you. “You okay?”

“Y-yes. Keep going. S-slow.”

And so he does, pushing himself in, inch by inch and every time you think he’s fully inside he keeps on pushing. Finally, he stops and you can almost feel him inside your belly, your velvety walls stretched to their limits in the most pleasurable ways.

“So fucking tight.” Mingyu hisses as if he’s in pain. Your arms wrap themselves tighter around him, pulling him closer as you needily attach your lips to his. He kisses you softly, careful not to move inside you, one of his hands coming up to play with your breast as a distraction. You chase his tongue with yours, the feeling of his length inside you bringing you a different kind of high that leaves you needier for him.

“You’re so wet and tight I could just come right now.” The man on top of you breathes, his eyes clouded with lust and need. A weak chuckle leaves your lips and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, sighing. “You can move now, I think.”

Grunting, Mingyu shifts inside you, pulling back fully before thrusting inside you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him. You whine and moan as he builds up his pace, slowly at first until his thrusts hit the most sensitive part inside you in precise movements. His hips snap into you harder as your toes curl and the bed shakes, soft whines of need falling from your mouth.

“God- M-mingyu! You’re so…big.” You pant, glazed eyes watching him with need. He grunts. “Oh yeah? And you’re so fucking small. Makes you want to fuck you till you break, little girl.”

Your pussy clenches deliciously at that. “Please do.”

Mingyu scoffs, amused and aroused at the same time as he continues his ruthless pounding, his mouth coming down to your neck to paint the flesh with love bites. “Didn’t know you had a size kink, love. You’re so nasty I love it.” He whispers near your ear making you shiver.

You want to say me neither but the way he’s drilling his cock into you gives you a hard time forming a cohesive reply. Instead, your fingernails dig deeper into his back and your cries of need keep rising. “You’re gonna come aren’t you? Can feel you tightening around me.” Mingyu pants, his stormy eyes watching you with intent.

“P-please.” You whisper mindlessly. He hums, picking up his pace to the point you feel like the bed is gonna break along with your pussy as his lips hover over your breasts. He drags the plump flesh on your soft mounds, kissing them gently before wrapping his lips around your nipple and toying with it using his tongue. You moan in pleasure, the repeated flicks of his warm, wet tongue on your sensitive bud making you clench around him, a new wave of arousal seeping from your core. It only increases as he softly bites your nipple while one of his large hands moves over to your other breast, groping it and pinching the nipple between his fingers.

“Mingyu!” You cry. “Gonna cum!”

“Do it. Come around my cock. Wanna see you make a mess.” He grunts, latching his mouth on the nipple that was being tortured by his hands and moving it towards your clit. His fingers rub over your swollen nub in circular motions and you feel it. White hot pleasure thrums in your veins as the coil wound tightly in your belly snaps, making your body shake as you teeter over the edge.

Mingyu feels your tight walls spasm around him and he groans. “Fuck, fuck. You’re so tight I’m gonna come.” His fingers don’t stop playing with your clit even through your orgasm, instead brings you closer to another one as you feel it develop in your lower belly.

“Gonna c-come again,” your voice is barely above a whisper, tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming amount of pleasure your body is experiencing. Mingyu only hums and softly commands. “Do it. Come with me.”

And you do. Your body almost arches off the bed as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, your body experiencing another toe-curling orgasm. Mingyu comes with you, his warm seed filling you up as you ride your high, only prolonging it further. His eyes are screwed shut as he empties himself inside you and the erotic sight of him lost in pleasure makes you clench around him again even though you are extremely sensitive.

His body slumps, his weight and warmth blanketing you as you both catch your breath, his face buried in your neck. After a few seconds, he seems to realize he’s crushing you with his weight so he pulls out and sags beside you, wasting no time pulling you close. You wince as you feel him drip down your pussy but you’re okay with it, for now, the warmth and comfort of his arms making you forget about everything else.

You simply lie next to him, hearing him breathe, feeling his chest rise and fall, his fingers dancing softly on your hipbone. When you almost doze off, he speaks, his voice gruff.

“How was it? You okay?” He supports his weight on his elbow and peeks a worried look at you. A lazy smile etches onto your face. “It was great. I’m really sore but it’s worth it.”

He chuckles quietly, bringing his lips onto your neck and pressing soft kisses that make you sigh in pleasure. “Mingyu?” You call for him softly, making him look at you. “Did you mean it? When you said you have a crush on me. This isn’t a one-time thing right?”

He looks a little offended. “Of course I meant it. And this definitely isn’t a one-time thing. I don’t think I can ever live without fucking you now.”

You flinch at his crude language but laugh nevertheless. “I could say the same.”

“Good.” He murmurs distractedly, his attention on nuzzling your neck. He seems to have an obsession with that part of your body. “Because there are so many places I want to fuck you against. On top of the list is against a wall.” Your pussy seems to be wide awake and alert at his words as you chide. “Mingyu!”

You feel him smile as he presses a kiss on your forehead and then lies back next to you. “After you’ve recovered of course.”

Humming happily, you wrap your arms around him, your face squishing against his chest. “I really like you, Gyu.” You whisper.

“I really like you too, love, in case you hadn’t figured it out yet.” There’s a hint of teasing in his voice but it’s harmless and you grin like a lovestruck fool. There’s a moment of silence after your confession until you remember something.

“Mingyu?” You peek up at his face. “Hmm?” His eyes meet yours.

“I think you have something to tell me.”

“What?” He blinks, confused. An evil smile crawls onto your face as you speak nonchalantly. “The other day…I saw you jerking off with my panties, you know.”

A look of sheer horror flashes across his eyes before his face turns red. Like he’s been zapped with electricity, he flies away from you and to the other end of his bed, hiding his face in his hands. “Oh my fucking God! I swear I can explain!”

Clutching your belly, you only laugh at his reaction.

You have got the explanation you wanted.

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