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BIRTHDAY BOY

PAIRING: mingyu x f!reader

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers, bday party!au? kinda confession!au, uni!au but not really mentionned

WARNINGS: , flirting, swearing, alchohol, drinking, one mention of being high (not yn or seventeen), etc typical party stuff, game of truth or dare, minghao is annoying x1 (jk), yn gets jealous a bit, yn and mingyu are in love ewwww, huge make-out session (borderline smut...) (JKKK. or am i), lots of tension + more?

WC: +8.1k

SYNOPSIS: It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for him– completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshi’s a liar — and a bad one at that — but it’s already too late. Even though Mingyu knows he’s supposed to be excited about all the gifts he’s receiving tonight, he’s (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything you’re giving him.

A/N: thank u so so much to sara the loml pookie bear (@4xiaojun) for reading it so many times over the past few months and hyping me up ! i couldnt have finished this fic if it wasnt for u ily bae !!!! &&& rec song - i dont understand but i luv u by seventeen

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“Having fun?”

The music is loud, resonating off the walls and making your ears ring. But even if you barely hear your own thoughts over the noise, mingyu’s smooth voice fills your ears.

You change your weight from one foot to another, bringing the red cup to your lips and taking a sip of your drink. The alcohol isn’t cold anymore and you slightly grimace at the way it burns your throat when you decide to empty your cup. You pull the cup away from your mouth, bumping it deliberately against his before crossing your arms and looking up at him.

“Yeah. Even more so now that you’re here.”

His already pretty smile widens and his little vampire teeth appear as he throws his head back to laugh. Your mind is hazy from the alcohol and you’re a bit tipsy, glossy eyes staring at his neck. You always thought mingyu’s skin was so pretty.

Mingyu takes a look around the room before focusing on you again, leaning with his shoulder on the wall next to you. He’s tall and looking down at you, it makes you smile a little.

His heart beats in his chest at the sight of your cherry lips, still wet from the drink. He doesn’t think he’s seen you wearing this lip color before, recounting all the times you came to hangouts wearing anything else than lip balm. The color suits you though, he thinks.

Unconsciously, his eyes wander to your cup before landing on the white plastic rim, the red trace of your lip gloss making him shudder.

The glint in your eyes is mischievous when he makes eye contact with you again. He sees you looking him up and down and he has to yell at his own mind when certain thoughts enter his head. He can sense how you fill up with pride at the sight of him wearing the watch you just gifted him, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“You’re already wearing it?” your body turns to him a bit and he leans down even more at the same time, faces centimeters away from each other. He lifts his hand up with a grin, pushing his shirt sleeves up his arms even more when he notices you eyeing them.

This time, you smile so big Mingyu almost awes at the sight. You force yourself to stop smiling and look away but your happiness can be heard through your slightly playful voice. “The others wouldn’t be happy to hear that, y’know?”

Mingyu wiggles his fingers and flexes his arm, making you giggle and uncross your arms in the process. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s my favorite gift.”

He tilts his head to the side, ruffling his styled hair with his ring-clad hands. Mingyu isn’t much of a ring-wearer but when he does, it fills your stomach with butterflies– not that that doesn’t happen on a daily basis.

“Who said the others have to know?” His stare makes you feel weak, knees almost buckling under you. You lean back on the wall for support, something he definitely catches up onto with the way he smirks. “Let’s say this is our little secret, yeah?”

You blush when you realize he’s, again, wearing the rings you gifted him months prior for secret santa.

Mingyu turns to lean against the wall with his back, facing the crowd as he lets himself drown into the loud music and the warmth your body radiates, shoulders touching. Your friend crouches down a bit, legs stretching on the ground and head close to your neck. With a sigh, he plops his head on your shoulder, turning to hide against you. He grabs your hips and holds his arm around your waist, audibly whining against your neck.

You nod silently, picking at the rim of your cup. From how close the two of you are, Mingyu can count your lashes, admire your face and the way your lips curl into a smile when you see your friends having fun on the other side of the room.

His breath tickles your skin and you realize mingyu’s just as tipsy as you are.

“You know what Hoshi told me?” he starts off, voice small and softer than usual. You guess he’s a bit tired from partying all night. It’s only a few seconds later that you look at him, smiling and humming when he silently waits for an answer. “He said you had a second gift for me.”

The man, who’s supposed to be 6.1ft tall, seems to shrink even more at your question, pouting and eyebrows furrowing. He glares at you before his eyes turn soft, hugging your body from the side. “You know I didn’t mean it like that~” His voice is slurry and you laugh at him, patting his head and passing your fingers through his hair.

Ah Hoshi, he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t go around spilling secrets and creating drama. You avert your eyes, suddenly finding the fabric of Mingyu’s shirt very interesting. “Is the watch not enough for you? ‘didn’t know you would be so greedy, gyu.”

You nod again, fixing a few strands of hair on top of his head. “I like your hair like this.”

“Yeah? You think I’m handsome?”

Mingyu abruptly gets up, rolling his shoulders back to stand up straighter. He lets out a mix between a gasp and a chuckle before turning towards a mirror near where you’re leaning against the wall. He passes his hand through his hair, going over the spots you didn't touch and paying extra attention to not mess up the ones you previously styled as he smiles. Suddenly, his tone turns confident as he examines himself in the glass, winking and adjusting the sleeves of his shirt.

You try your best to keep a straight face but the alcohol in your system makes it a difficult task. “Of course, you’re always handsome.”

Mingyu seems to light up at your words, a big smile on his face as he returns to where you are, choosing to lean against the wall on your other side. You know he’s up to something with the way he looks at you but you don’t question it– he’s mainly harmless so you have nothing to worry about.

To Mingyu's surprise, you don’t deny it.

He taps his pointer finger on his chin, pursing his lips and giggling, “Could it be that you’re flirting with me?”

He swears he can see a teasing look in your eyes before it quickly disappears, making him gulp. He can’t even question you about it more before you’re intertwining your fingers together, holding his hand close and walking away from the wall. Mingyu feels like a puppy following his owner, tail wagging and tongue lolling out as he watches you drag him to the other room, discarding your empty cup on a random counter.

With a loud sigh, you plop down next to the armrest, dragging Mingyu down with you, squishing his big body between Hoshi and you. He looks at you and pouts as you let your head fall back on the couch, closing your eyes for a few seconds as the loud music resonates off the walls.

When the two of you enter the living room, you’re not even surprised to see some of your friends gate-keeping the couches, seemingly playing a drinking game. Hoshi is one of the drunker ones and you walk past him to get to the bigger couch, ruffling his hair as he stares with empty eyes at a framed photo hung up on the wall. He’s still out of it so you quickly scratch the underside of his chin with your nails and he perks up, immediately scooting over to give you and Mingyu some space on the couch.

You feel Mingyu’s hand resting on your forearm, slowly dragging up and down as he intensely watches goosebumps rise up on your arm. When Hoshi seems to get dragged into a conversation between Joshua and Seungkwan, voices fill the room and you joyfully listen, letting Mingyu take your hand in his.

His skin feels soft against yours and his thumb draws circles on the back of your hand. You turn towards him, leaning further against the armrest as he smiles at you. He’s cute you think, he’s always been cute.

And then Mingyu brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand delicately and smiling into the sweet kiss.

His eyes sparkle, the party lights making him shine. His hair is ruffled from the many hugs he received from his friends and his cheeks are rosy from the alcohol.

Suddenly, it feels like you two are the only ones there, like there aren’t dozens of partygoers stumbling around Mingyu’s apartment. It’s weird, how you stare at each other in absolute delight, ignoring everyone around you as if Seungcheol wasn’t calling out both your names for a game of truth or dare.

It’s Mingyu who first snaps out of it, having been elbowed in the ribs by Hoshi next to him. He grumbles in pain but lifts himself off the couch anyways, extending his hand out to you and winking at you. You laugh and place your hand in his, his warmth sending shivers over your spine.

Mingyu hoists you up from the couch and immediately wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you so close to him that your free hand lands on his chest. He tilts his head slightly and comes closer, mouth inches away from your ear.

“I’m happy you came. Thank you.”

Mingyu pulls back with a slight blush on his cheeks, the tip of his ears read. A shy smile covers his lips and for a moment you’re not sure if you’re able to speak. You shallow and find your vocabulary again, thoughts racing in your mind.

When you speak up, eyes locked into his, Mingyu thinks he could pass out from the sugary sweet tone in your voice.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”

With a silent nod of his head in the direction of the hallway towards his friends, you put your hand in his again and lead the way, zigzagging between guests.

—

“So, you really made out with that girl during summer camp? There’s no way that’s true.”

Laughter fills the room as you once again find yourself in the living room with Mingyu and his closest friends. At first, you had all followed one of the guys to the kitchen for a game of truth or dare until one of the partygoers threw up right on the stark white kitchen tiles, pausing the game and consequently pushing the group back to the sacred couches.

Jun yells at Dino, hitting the latter on the shoulder and downing his drink. The younger one cackles, teasing Jun more for his confession. “Shut up, dickhead. I’m not saying anything else, just know that she was the one who initiated it.”

His answer doesn’t convince Dino in the slightest and he just continues to laugh, falling backwards on the beanbag he’s currently occupying.

Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the joyful sound bringing a smile to your lips. You’re sitting right next to him again, but this time with your back to the armrest, one leg dangling off the couch and the other one blocked under the latter. Your heel digs into the skin of your thigh and unfortunately for you, it’s starting to feel like you have pins and needles in your legs.

You openly wince at the prickly sensation and squirm around, trying to release your hurt leg as you support yourself on the armrest, your feet on the floor slipping. Even with all the laughter and noise in the room– and Hoshi’s sudden barking, Mingyu notices and turns to you with worried eyes. You’re pouting without knowing it and he finds it hard to stare away from your lips, forcing himself to help instead.

What you didn’t expect however, was for him to pull your legs over his, in his lap, after you sat back down. You can feel your face heating up and you’re sure that your ears are full on red at this point. Mingyu knows the effect his action had on you, smirking while pretending like he’s absorbed by the current conversation– or more so an argument between Seungkwan and Dino about who used to have the best math grades in high school.

A gentle hand places itself on the side of your knee, helping you lift your leg as he guides you up with his other hand on your waist, respectfully and only after your nod of affirmation.

The boy continues to act like nothing is going on, seeming calm while his heart beats loudly in his chest. There is so much going on, the music resonating off the walls and friendly banter in the background, but Mingyu’s only focus is on the way your breath hitches when he hoists one of your legs up in his lap. He grabs onto your ankle, near the strap of your high heel and your leg soon joins the other one in his lap.

Mingyu’s being careful with his movements, unsure if he’s crossing a boundary or not– unsure if he just ruined one of his best friendships just because his heart couldn’t keep itself in check. But then you grin, eyes sparkling wide and radiant as you look at his hand on your ankle.

It’s a silent game of back and forth– Mingyu’s looking at you to see your reaction and you avoid his gaze, knowingly, to stare at his pretty hand running up and down your calf. Mingyu knows you would have said something if you disapproved of his action but he’s still feeling like a high school boy with a crush on someone for the first time, worrying about every small thing.

On the other hand, you are glowing, happiness and excitement radiating off you. You feel weird, butterflies erupting in your stomach as if you weren’t already aware of how much Mingyu could affect you– how he could make you fall in love with him over and over again.

Actually, if he thinks about it, he is a boy with a crush on someone– you, just not as a high school boy anymore since he graduated long ago.

You snap out of your little bubble, again, and for once you are grateful for Joshua. Because you’re almost hundred percent sure Mingyu was starting to trace hearts on your thigh. And you certainly didn’t know how much longer you could survive his constant flirting.

When your eyes lock, there’s a look and nod of agreement between you. And then his hand is on your upper thigh, thumb brushing circles on your skin.

“Truth or dare! Yn and Mingyu, you two are playing this round!”

Even with the guys’ screaming in the background, you hold eye contact with him for a little bit longer, just in time to see his eyebrows relax and his gaze soften before you’re diverting your eyes.

“Isn’t truth or dare something you play in middle school?” You tease your friends, trying to lift yourself off the couch to sit up straighter so that other people can join and use the couch. Before you can do so and pull your legs off Mingyu’s lap, he stops you with a hand on your knee, looking at you with furrowed brows.

“Cmon Yn, truth or dare is a classic. Even us oldies have to play it once in a while!” Dino exclaims, unaware of the sudden tension rising from your couch.

A loud slap is heard before Dino winces, turning around to face the culprit as Scoups menacingly points at him, “Ya! Who are you calling old!” They continue to argue for a bit, with Dino calling the oldest, well, old and Scoups pushing the youngest off the beanbag and on the floor.

Normally, you would have paid more attention to it, the friendly banter bringing you much joy, but this time your mind is focused on something else.

If Mingyu tried to talk to you right now, you would barely be able to hear it over the loud music, but he doesn’t talk to you, his gaze tells you enough. “Don’t” is what you understand he’s trying to say and you let out a deep breath. He’s still staring at you, hand still on your knee and his eyes seem to be pleading you to stay.

At that moment, you realize you could probably never say no to Mingyu.

So you set your legs back down in his lap, readjusting your dress so that you don’t flash everybody. When Mingyu realizes you decided to stay, he sends you a big smile, teeth on display. And when he smiles at you like that, you would trade every couch in the damn world to see it a bit longer. You don’t even care anymore about the other party goers who might have wanted to join the game, Mingyu and you clearly taking up the whole couch, with a drunk Dk squished to Mingyu’s right side.

“Hey lovebirds! We said you two are playing, pay attention instead of staring at each other!”

The game in itself isn’t that bothersome– your friends are mainly having fun, bickering and throwing each other under the bus when it comes to revealing not so important secrets. It’s pretty entertaining to watch and you take pleasure in it, but you can’t concentrate fully on Jeonghan’s story about how he saw his high school math teacher and science teacher, both married with kids, making out together in the science lab ten years prior. And all that because of the eyes boring into the side of your head.

You huff when you still feel his eyes on you after Woozi downed his drink, poking Mingyu in the ribs. A quiet yelp leaves his mouth and you smirk, triumphantly, crossing your arms proudly, chin high.

That is until Minghao turns towards you, pinky lifting from his glass and pointing your way. “Yn, truth or dare?”

Your cheeks grow hot, being caught off guard as you sink into the armrest of the couch. You take a moment to think. You know Minghao isn’t the type to completely humiliate you if you decided to choose dare, he’s actually rather laidback with you, but you also remember accidentally spilling his last cup of his favorite tea right on his lap when you all went to visit his new apartment a week prior. And since Minghao’s pretty protective of his tea, you’d prefer to avoid walking right into the cage of a wild and unpredictable animal.

And as the red-haired boy looks at you, waiting for your answer with a slight smirk on his face, you’re sure you made the right choice.

“Truth. I don’t want to leave this place covered in a mix of glitter and cereal or something.”

Truth it is. And could Truth possibly do even any harm?

Minghao hums, taking a last sip of his drink before finally speaking up. “Wise choice. Or not. Yn, of all the people in this room, who’s the guy you’re crushing on?”

Okay, so apparently Truth can do a lot of harm.

Your eyes widen, your mouth falling open in sock as everyone turns to look at you, some whispering between themselves and some even giggling.

You definitely did not think this through enough.

Mighao tilts his head a bit and you don’t waste a second more before you’re reaching forward to grab your shot glass off the table, “Pass”. In your haste, you forget that you’re basically sitting sideways on the couch and that you don’t have any support under you as you move your upper body off the couch, eventually losing balance and falling forward.

But before you can hit the coffee table with full force, an arm snakes around your waist, holding you up and bringing you back on the couch. Mingyu’s hand is holding onto your hip firmly, his fingers dipping into the fabric of your dress.

There’s a sudden silence as your friends look from you to Mingyu, then back to you. You turn your head towards your ‘savior’ and directly make eye-contact, the close position and the strong scent of his cologne making you dizzy.

Your face heats up, again, and you quickly grab your glass from the table, downing it and returning to your seat, hands clasped tightly together. Minghao eyes the now empty shot glass and chuckles, “Hiding something?”

You glare at him, “It’s one question only, Minghao.” You forgot sometimes how infuriatingly teasing he can be.

The next round of truth and dare goes more smoothly, nobody’s falling to the ground and there are no questions regarding anyone’s love life– if you don’t take into account Joshua asking Hoshi if his sister is still single.

You don’t know how much time passes but you feel at ease on the black couch, leaning the side of your head against the backrest as you continue to enjoy the nice and friendly atmosphere. The guys have now changed to another game in a smaller group, while the others thought it was a good idea to start playing Mario Kart.

The music changes to a slower genre when the clock hits 2am and you decide that maybe it’s time to get another drink, the alcohol leaving your system a bit too soon for your liking.

With a sudden boost of energy, you swing your legs off Mingyu’s lap and stand up, kneeling down to stack the empty shot glasses and bring them with you to the kitchen. While you’re doing so, you feel a tug at the bottom of your dress. Mingyu pulls the hem of your dress down as you lean over and he makes sure no one can sneak a glance under your short outfit.

You turn to him with difficulty, the stacked shot glasses in your hands and your heels almost knocking over a plastic cup on the ground. Mingyu looks up at you, hair brushed back and arm resting on the back of the couch. He waits for you to speak and you smile softly. “Want a drink?”

The corners of his mouth turn up and he gets up from the couch, taking the shot glasses from your hands. “I’ll go with you, if that’s ok.”

You nod, and almost notice the faint blush on Mingyu’s cheek, “Of course.”

The music is still playing through the heavy speakers in each corner of the room, the lights of the TV casts a colorful glow over Mingyu’s living room and the chatter of every party goer doesn’t go unnoticed as you two make your way out of the room, stepping over the many empty cups on the wooden floor and into the less crowded hallway.

There aren’t really a lot of people in the hallway, but most of them are walking from one room to another, making it a hassle to peacefully cross the hallway without bumping into someone. It’s loud and the people occupying the little space aren’t exactly making it easy to enter the kitchen.

Mingyu sees the mess before you do, taking all the shot glasses in one hand and grabbing your hand with the other. His back is creating a wall between you and the ‘danger’ in the hallway, and before you know it, Mingyu’s pushing forward, bumping into drunk party goers to make it through. He quickly creates a path, one that is safe to take as he pushes away the cups and beer bottles on the ground away and to the side, craning his arm so that you’re close to his back and following him.

When a very drunk– and probably high, guy stumbles out of a random room and directly into Mingyu’s shoulder, the shot glasses nearly fall to the floor, earning a panicked gasp from the owner. The guy doesn’t even bother to say sorry, looking past the both of you with a dead gaze as he tumbles forward, weak legs bringing him to the living room.

You whip your head around, smelling the awful stench coming from the guy and bring your hand up to cover your mouth. When he’s out of sight, you sneak one last glance to where he disappeared off to and tsks. “Asshole.”

Mingyu’s laugh brings your eyes back to him, puzzled. He just squeezes your hand, sending you a smile over his shoulder.

As you two finally arrive at your destination, the kitchen, your eyes widen in horror. It seems that there are even more people in the small kitchen than in the living room, which is already crowded enough. There’s not even enough space to navigate properly, people choosing to squeeze themselves between other people to get to the exit, spilling bits of their newly-filled drink. You hear Mingyu sigh– the cleanup the morning after is gonna be a tough one.

“Hey, why don’t you wait for me here? I’ll go in alone and come back with the drinks.” Mingyu turns to you, the shot glasses carefully leaning against his chest.

Mingyu watches as you glance around the hallway and then around him, into the kitchen. You bite your lip, showing you’re becoming a bit anxious and he furrows his eyebrows. His smile quickly falters, showing concern right away. “You okay?”

You look up at him as he turns fully towards you, almost blocking the doorway to the kitchen. You pass your hands over your dress, flattening out the non-existent wrinkles. “Yeah, it’s just starting to feel a bit too stuffy in here..”

Mingyu hums, raising his head to look at the end of the hallway, where the door to the balcony is situated. When he returns his gaze to you, he tilts his head cutely, licking his lips. “You wanna wait by the balcony? I told the guests not to go on there too much so that i won’t get a noise complaint from the neighbors. I think it’s safe if you go there.”

With a smile, you nod at Mingyu, “yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” You place one of your hands on the wall next to the kitchen before leaning in so he hears you better over the music. “Don’t die in there by the way! We haven’t even gone to Iceland yet like we planned to years ago– it would be a waste for you to miss out on our extravagant bucket list, right?”

Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the sound making you smile from ear to ear. “C’mon, who do you take me for? Seok– Oh sorry.” Mingyu cuts himself off, lifting his two hands in the air with one still holding all the shot glasses. The girl, who just bumped into Mingyu, and who you recognize as one of your classmates from your major, pushes her hair behind her ear, blushing at your friend.

Before she leaves, she mumbles a few words, but the music is way too loud for you to make out what it was, and then she’s gone.

You don’t pay too much attention to it, as does Mingyu, who’s already back to look at you. It’s not the first and certainly not the last time someone is going to bump into one of you two at his party.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You turn back to Mingyu, crossing your arms and making the silver necklace you’re currently wearing shine even more under the flashy led lights.

“Ah, sweetheart, you never listen do you?” Mingyu brings his free hand up to your jaw, tapping on the underside of your chin with his index finger. “I said, you need to stop biting your lips when you’re nervous. They’re too pretty for that.”

You can’t speak, your entire vocabulary having left your body. His hand then turns to cup the underside of your jaw, his thump grazing over your bottom lip, ultimately smudging a bit of your lipgloss. Your mouth falls open a bit at the shock but he doesn’t stop. “A pretty color.. for pretty lips. Suiting.” His thumb sweeps one last time over your lip before he retreats into the kitchen.

“Wait for me by the balcony, I'll grab our drinks for us.”

—

The temperature outside is completely different from the stuffy warmth inside the small apartment, the cold breeze making you shiver. You’re not a fan of the winter, or the cold in general, but when it’s almost 3am and your cheeks are red from being around Mingyu, the weather is probably the only thing keeping you sane.

You think it’s captivating outside– how the moon shines and provides you enough light, how the silence from nature and the muffled sounds from the party mix together, how the wind blows your hair around and makes you tremble. You like it all.

There’s a calming atmosphere around it. You don’t feel as edgy as before and you mentally thank Mingyu for allowing you to use his sacred space for your own benefit.

If you truly think about it, you had come to the party with no real intentions, but as the night goes by, you find yourself yearning for more.

You find yourself yearning for Mingyu. You suppose it’s not entirely a bad thing– it’s also not the first time.

You’re leaning over the balcony railing, looking down to the street at the foot of his apartment building. The concrete tiles are darker than usual, and wet– you were too absorbed by the party to even notice it was raining outside. The water droplets on the railing are cold against the skin of your forearms but you just clench your jaw through it. In a way, it wakes you up.

Your eyes are closed as you hum to the melodies of the pop song playing inside, chin propped up on your palm. You don’t know how long you rest your eyes, but you missed Mingyu’s voice when he opens the door to the balcony, stepping out of the apartment and smiling your way.

“Sleepy?” You just tilt your head, eyes still closed. You do turn towards him as you feel his presence behind you.

You realize Mingyu always smiles when he’s looking at you and butterflies race in your stomach.

Your hands are on the slippery metal railing as you lean back against it, the water droplets staining the lower back of your dress. It’s cold against your skin and you shiver, suddenly, and Mingyu notices, immediately stepping closer to you.

“Just a bit out of energy.”

Mingyu closes the balcony door behind him, swiftly setting down the two newly-filled plastic cups on a wobbly garden table in the corner and joining you. He stands in front of you, hands in his pockets and smirking down at you. You gulp, feeling like his prey.

“Why’s that?” His tone doesn’t show an ounce of concern. Probably because he knows he has nothing to worry about.

You’re not a jealous person, truly. You’re relatively confident when it comes to your relationships and friendships and have never deemed it necessary to throw a tantrum about your partner and who he talks to. To be fair, your last relationship was quite a while ago, but you still stand by your own beliefs.

So, feeling a tiny bit of jealousy creep up when your classmate– the one who had previously bumped into Mingyu– walked up to him in the kitchen and laid her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep was an entirely new thing for you.

You had even questioned yourself if you had the right to be jealous. You and Mingyu weren’t even together!

The fact that you could watch what was happening right from your spot on the balcony didn’t help you either– your curious self being unable to stop watching while your mind was telling you to think about happy moments– aka moments where Mingyu showed he was definitely more interested in you than in the party or your classmate.

So even though the little angel on your shoulder tried to avert your eyes from the crime scene, the manipulation play from the little devil on your other shoulder was a bit too convincing for your liking. In conclusion, you found yourself staring at the entire event.

Frankly, nothing happened. On Mingyu’s part at least. The girl however, let’s say she was just trying to get to know him (a lie you’re definitely not telling yourself to keep calm).

Honestly, you weren’t paying much attention at first. It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, of course people will go up to him and congratulate him. But when the girl– you honestly don’t even remember her name– leaned towards him and put her hand on his chest, on the same spot where your hand had been moments prior, you knew this was more than a simple “happy birthday!”.

Was it foul to only remember the way Mingyu’s smile seemed fake, the way he slowly backed away from her presence, and the way he rushed back to you? If it was, you couldn’t care less.

The two drinks he brought back were still sitting on the old table, untouched as if forgotten.

Mingyu’s a bit too close for your liking. You can probably start counting his lashes– or the sparkles in his eyes. But when you open your mouth to joke, so that the tension could leave your body, Mingyu interrupts you and gets even closer.

His tone is serious but you know he’s enjoying this, the corner of his mouth tilting up. “Were you jealous?”

You hate how good Mingyu knows you, and you hate the effect he currently has on you, even though you would normally bathe in it.

You know he knows, so there’s really no need to lie. Even more so when one of the reasons why he rushed back to you was because your eyes met when he was getting your drinks, and he saw you biting your lip. And you know now he doesn’t like it when you do that.

You lean back against the railing even more, the metal digging into your skin as your heart starts to speed up. Your sudden shyness doesn’t waver his interest in the slightest and he only takes a step forward, backing you up against the railing.

“What are you going to do if I say I was?”

At that, Mingyu chuckles, looking to the side before hanging his head down. When he looks at you again, his hand finds its way to your cheek and he carefully brushes over the blush adorning your skin.

The only thing you hear is a small ‘cute’ uttered under his breath before he retracts his hand and puts both of them on the railing behind you, trapping you between him and the end of the balcony.

Mingyu caught you, literally, and there’s not much you can do to stop him from getting what he wants. So you opt the easy way out, speaking the truth. “I was jealous, yeah. For the first time ever actually.”

His smile grows even wider. “Do you love me that much, darling?”

You don’t give him an answer this time, because you know he’s not really waiting for one. He knows and that’s enough for him, now. He also doesn’t really have the correct mindset to play this game with you at his party. The few glasses of alcohol you both took earlier are probably a bit at fault too.

You clear your throat and he speaks up again, voice a bit rougher than earlier. “I guess Hoshi didn’t lie when he told me you liked me that much that you would have prepared two gifts for me.”

“You know Hoshi almost always lies.” You let go of the railing, hands finding their way to Mingyu’s waist, fiddling with his leather belt.

You hear him inhale sharply, looking up to the sky for a short moment before focusing on you again, and definitely not on your hands.

To fight back against the aggressive butterflies causing havoc in his stomach, Mingyu pulls you towards him, one hand on your lower back and the other one squeezing the fat at your hip. He’s in total control, and he’s confident about it too– you couldn’t even blame him for it.

“Oh, almost always? So he’s not lying this time?” Mingyu leans down again, faces inches away from each other, to the point where you could just close the distance between the two of you with a small movement of the head. “Because I do think there’s some truth to it, sweetheart.”

Your hair swings in the wind, and even though it’s cold, you want to stay with Mingyu as long as possible. His body feels warm under your fingertips and you almost gasp when he pushes you against the railing, his hand protecting your lower back from digging into the cold, wet metal.

A short silence fills the air and you don’t know what to do except look away, your face growing hotter and hotter with every minute. Mingyu doesn’t talk either, too busy staring down at you. He makes a mental list in his head of all the things he loves about you, adoring you with his eyes while the music inside resonates from the glass door.

You look away because you can feel him stare, and you wouldn’t know how to react if you were to make eye contact, since the effect Mingyu has on you is continuously making your knees buckle under you.

“Were you interested?”, you suddenly ask, voice much quieter than before. It takes Mingyu a few seconds to realize what you’re talking about when you don’t meet his eyes, deciding to rather look at his shoes instead.

He thought he had made it clear– clearer than anything else– but he didn’t expect you to suddenly shy away while in his arms and close to his chest, all because some girl tried to flirt with him. Deep down, you know he isn’t (if he was, he wouldn’t be with you right now, risking at least a three day-long fever) but you want him to say it.

Mingyu just tilts his head a bit, a soft smile on his face as he tries to show you you have nothing to worry about. “Not in her, no.”

This time you smile back, a quiet ‘good’ falling off your lips as you place your hands on his forearms, palming his muscles through the sleeves. “Just wanted to make sure, y’know.”

He knows.

Now it’s his turn to ask questions though.

“Why didn’t you say anything during Truth or Dare?” The question comes off strong, completely out of nowhere and causing your eyes to widen in shock. You weren’t expecting him to mention the game and how much you had embarrassed yourself.

You’re quick to answer though, in all honesty. “Because the others didn’t have to know.”

Mingyu smirks, liking the way your face heats up whenever he does or says something. He feels like your eyes can’t take him in wholly, going from one part to another frantically as they slide over his upper body. “And can I?”

Your eyebrows furrow after his teasing tone makes an appearance again and he has to stop himself from letting out a chuckle. You’re almost pouting too, lower lip jutting out and unintentionally showing off your pretty lipgloss. You cross your arms, nails digging in your own forearms as the cold suddenly takes over you again. “I think it’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?”

A beat of silence, and then, “I want you to say it.”

He’s begging for it, pleading eyes boring into yours. His voice sounds somewhat more whiny as he starts to rub your sleeveless arms, making the goosebumps disappear. It’s not the first time you’ve seen Mingyu use his puppy eyes, he usually brings them out when someone teases him or when he needs something, and today, it’s the latter.

Once again, you find yourself unable to refuse Mingyu anything.

“I should have said your name when Minghao asked.”

Then he’s smiling again, happy you finally (kinda) admitted what you two should have confessed months earlier. He didn’t think you would give in so quickly, making him beam in excitement. His eyes are full of joy and his cheeks are rosy– you like to think it’s because of what you said, but the alcohol could still be playing a part in it.

You didn’t even feel tipsy anymore, no blurred vision or imperfect balance. It’s the first time you’ve sobered up so quickly, and you entirely thank Mingyu for it.

You truly don’t know how much time passed since you stepped foot onto the balcony, the cold weather dragging every minute out but Mingyu’s presence speeding everything up. The music seemed to have calmed down a lot since the beginning of the night, and when you glance around Mingyu and into the apartment, you notice you can actually now make out the furniture and picture frames in the hallway. The kitchen and hallway are mainly empty but you can still hear chatter and laughter coming from the living room, concluding the rest of the guests are probably scattered all over the couches.

When your thoughts are all over the place, a slight pinch at your hip wakes you up, bringing you back to reality– on the balcony, and still in Mingyu’s arms. He chuckles, smoothing down your dress where he pinched you, rubbing over the now sore spot as you slowly wince.

He looks behind him, into his apartment, where you were previously staring at and comes to the same conclusion as you.

You’re all alone, with no one around.

That thought alone makes him gulp. Fuck, was he always this nervous around girls?

It’s a silly question, because he knows he’s only ever that nervous when it comes to you.

He’s nervous, but he still craves for more so he focuses on you again. On your pretty eyes and how much they glisten in the moonlight. On your soft hair and how perfectly his hand fits in the nape of your neck, playing with a few strands. On your pretty lips and how he wishes he could just kiss away the lipgloss, so that you’d have to apply it again and he could then mess it up again.

Mingyu needs you now, and if that means speaking without a filter, then so be it– a sacrifice he’s more than willing to give.

“Are you going to kiss me now?”

You giggle and he feels dumb. But then you smile so deeply that he falls in love all over again. And he thinks you’re with no doubt the most beautiful soul he’s ever met.

Your hands start to travel back up from his forearms to his biceps, before landing on his shoulders, where they squeeze his muscles, the tension in them all too familiar. You eye him, entirely this time, taking your time to appreciate every single part of him.

You stare a bit too long at his neck and Mingyu blushes, unaware of how he’s supposed to react to this sudden onslaught of attention. Your hands move up to his jaw, holding his face close to yours as you stroke both his cheeks.

You truly have him twisted around your finger.

“Do you want me to?” It's an unnecessary question, but you want him to say it– just like Mingyu wanted you to before. Mingyu thinks he’s on the verge of collapsing, the only thing still keeping him upright are your hands on him and his on your waist and the railing.

He’s desperate as he catches both of your wrists and kisses them each, before bringing your right arm up to wrap around his neck. He’s slow but determined and it sends shivers down your spine. Your nails scratch against the nape of his neck and he groans, clearly affected by it– by you.

“Please, Yn.”

Your left arm soon joins the other one around his neck and Mingyu has to mentally restrain himself from rushing whatever good is supposed to happen. When both your arms are loosely hanging around his neck, your bodies are closer than ever, chests pressed against each other, warmth engulfing you entirely.

Your sweet voice is the last thing he hears before his mind circuits. “Guess it’s time for your second gift then.”

And then you’re standing on your tip-toes, closing the small distance between you two and finally, finally stopping the seemingly endless torture.

Your lips smash against his and it’s so aggressive because you can’t control yourself anymore. His lips feel soft and delicate against yours and you think you might end up breaking them– you wish you would.

Mingyu holds a strong grip onto your waist, his arm circling around it to make sure you don’t shy away again. His other hand is on the side of your neck, holding onto your face as he pushes you against the balcony railing.

One of the first things he notices is your raspberry flavored lip gloss– which he swears he knows he will never get enough of– and the slight hint of alcohol on your lips. It’s enamoring, enticing and everything he’s ever wanted.

You run out of breath quickly but you don’t stop, you refuse to, physically unable to separate yourself from him. It’s Mingyu who backs away first, leaving you desperate for more, chasing after his lips. You gasp for air, head spinning at the utterly new but heavenly feeling while Mingyu attacks your neck, jaw, and everything that could make your eyes roll back.

Your hands are gripping onto his shirt, nails clawing at his back as Mingyu takes pleasure in pressing kisses onto your skin, going from your neck down to your cleavage and stopping when his chin grazes the fabric of your dress.

Mingyu groans when you pull at his hair, biting and sucking at your neck before planting a last kiss on your collarbone, quickly coming back up to your lips. He swears he can’t live anymore without kissing you.

You drag Mingyu closer to you by the collar of his shirt, and then he’s kissing you again. His lips were determined and unrelenting, not letting go of you. He was addicted, goosebumps taking over his body as he bit down on your lower lip. You whined at the metal taste in your mouth, craning your neck for more.

Mingyu chuckled against your lips, kissing them slowly before sliding his tongue against your lower lip to soothe the bite. He’s barely leaving you alive, completely breathless but still– always– aching for more.

His mouth was devouring you and you just couldn’t get enough– both of you, too absorbed in your own little bubble to even notice the weather was becoming gradually worse, rain falling out of the sky in a downpour.

His tongue slid against your lips, again, before entering your mouth. Your hands holding onto Mingyu’s shoulders weren’t enough to get you anchored, legs trembling as he held onto your waist, muscles flexing.

Mingyu’s warmth surrounded you completely, to the point where you felt like you couldn't breathe properly. Mingyu had taken full control over you, as your mind was a total mess, and you were just able to follow his movements and beg for more.

You gripped onto his bicep as you arched your back, the rain drenching both of you to the core– not that you really cared anyway, the way Mingyu’s tongue fought with yours was what truly mattered.

You were ruined– completely and devastatingly ruined for everyone who wasn’t Mingyu.

Then he eventually parted from you, pressing one sweet kiss to your mouth and you almost teared up when you felt him smile against your lips.

Mingyu was beautiful, soaking wet hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks and the tip of his ears spark red and his lips swollen, red and plump from kissing you. His chest is heaving as you stare up at him, not caring in the slightest about the rain messing up your makeup and outfit.

His hands slowly lift up to your face, holding it so softly your heart skips a beat. His thumb sweeps over your cheekbone and he leans towards you, nuzzling your nose with his.

Mingyu’s eyes literally shine and your lips part in awe.

You stare too much but Mingyu doesn’t force you to look away, because he’s sure he’s staring just as much.

It’s only when you lean back into his arms that Mingyu notices the lingering taste of raspberry on his lips. He grins and he hopes that your lip color stained his lips, so that when you go back inside, your friends know that you’re his now– not that they weren’t aware before.

And when you lift your head to look at him, arms circled around his waist, your smudged lipgloss is enough to make him want more.

“Happy fucking birthday to me.”

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summeric · 9 months

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EVENING GLOW — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. you’re having a horrible, no good, very bad day and mingyu wants to do everything he can to make it better.

wc. 4.5k+

warnings. hurt/comfort, overthinking, reader goes through it and cries a lot, allusions to having anxiety, smut! soft bf!mingyu, so much praise (it’s insane), pet names (angel, baby, sweet/pretty girl), reader is v needy and sensitive, a lot of reassurance, hand holding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, slight dumbification, creampie, V SOFT, unprotected sex — MINORS DNI 18+

note. because i love keir ( @jeonghantis ) and bc they deserve the world and all of the stars. also it’s really for anyone who’s had way too many bad days in a row <3 u are very loved (by me and ur fave). also, i lost sight of the plot half way thru this (very common reoccurrence in all of my mingyu fics) so i apologize for that hehsh. i appreciate ur feedback! <3 and yes, this is loosely based off evening glow by wave to earth <33333333 + @toruro i also hope u like this hehehe

bad days aren’t uncommon for you, but you’ve had significantly less since kim mingyu waltzed into your life like the klutz he is. he manages to make every day brighter by simply existing. every smile, every laugh, every touch makes bad days seem like a distant memory.

that’s not to say you don’t still have them because you do.

you still have days– like today– where it seems like nothing is right. days where you overthink every single thing in your life, ‘am i doing this right?’ ‘does he still love me?’ ‘does any of this even fucking matter?’ days where you want the earth to crack all the way open and swallow you whole.

those days are beyond harsh. they have you trudging back home with wet lash lines, cloudy vision, and a loud voice in your head that’s begging– pleading– don’t cry, don’t cry, please don’t cry.

and today… today felt like you went to hell and back. the second your eyes opened, you knew it was going to be one of those days and it truly was a series of rather unfortunate events. you woke up late and alone, you were reprimanded by your boss, you spilled your much-needed coffee during your break, your coworkers were much more hostile than usual, you got yelled at by clients over the phone, your personal phone died halfway through the day because, of course, you forgot to charge it last night, and then, the intrusive thoughts came. the ones that had you overthinking like crazy.

and it’s not like you could talk to anyone about it (read: talk to mingyu about it). your phone was dead and you hated all of your coworkers, so you were stuck. stuck in limbo, it seemed, mind plagued with horrid thoughts. everything good in your life didn’t feel so good anymore.

which is why you were practically in tears when you got back home, letting them roll down your face shamelessly as your hand fumbled the keys. you eventually got it into the lock– after steadying your shaky hand– turning the metal and letting yourself in. the second you shut the door, you press your back against it, head in your hands as you let out the soft sobs you've been holding in all day.

on most of your bad days, you can keep your tears at bay till you make it into the shower. but, on days like today, you just can’t and your sobs echo through the empty apartment, reminding you that you’ll be alone till your boyfriend arrives. it’s not the prettiest sight, though, so you’re partially glad that mingyu misses it since he gets home after you.

he usually does, at least.

what you don’t realize is mingyu is home and he’s wandering around the apartment with his brows furrowed, confused as to where the sound of crying is coming from.

and when he sees you at the main entrance with your hands covering your face, he feels the air leave his lungs and his heart almost literally cracks in half.

he treads carefully, slowly making his way to you. “...baby?”

you’re startled, choking on one of your sobs at the sound of his voice. out of mere embarrassment, you quickly wipe your tears with your sleeve though it does nothing to hide the fact that you actually have been crying.

“gyu…” you say with a wavering voice, doing your absolute best to keep up your shitty facade. you quickly feel your resolve crumbling as you both stand in awkward silence, so you put your head down to avoid eye contact. “i-i thought you were working?”

he ignores your question and counters with his own, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

you bite your trembling lip and shake your head, eyes still trained on the floor.

he walks a few steps closer, now towering over your trembling body, “c’mon, angel. tell me what happened.”

you take a shuddered breath, slowly raising your head to look up at him. he frowns at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks and at the fact that all you can say is “hi…” in a nearly-inaudible, yet dulcet voice.

“hi, baby,” he whispers back, hands coming to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping at your stray tears. “tell me what happened.” he repeats, a bit more demanding this time.

you deflate, “i just had a bad day… it was nothing.”

he shakes his head at how you invalidate yourself, “it’s not nothing if it’s making you cry, Y/N…” he gently reminds. “please tell me? i wanna help… if you’ll let me.”

you sigh, leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter close and the words escape you before your brain can process them. you tell him everything trying your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you. it’s not like mingyu would care if you were crying and blubbering out your words, but you knew he hated seeing you so upset, so you refrain from shedding more tears.

you try to refrain, at least. you can’t stop the way they helplessly fall when you open your eyes again. “nothing was going right, gyu… my day was so bad that it had me overthinking every little thing.”

“i’m sorry, baby.” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. “i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you.”

you shake your head profusely, swallowing the lump you feel in your throat, “n-no! no, please, it’s not your fault, gyu, i swear. my phone died, so it’s not like you could’ve known anyway.”

he pulls away from you, hands coming down to hold yours. “what did you think about?”

you squeeze his hands, “a lot of things…”

“like?” he frowns, pressing further.

you look away, mumbling out a lie, “i dunno. it was a lot… i can’t really remember right now. ”

truth be told, you didn’t want to admit the anxiety-induced thoughts you had earlier knowing he’d worry. if he heard half the ones you had about your relationship, you know he’d probably break down himself. you’re well aware mingyu loves you more than anything on earth because he never fails to remind you.

but sometimes, the tiny voice in the back of your head– the one that says he’s too good to be true– gets a bit too loud and you tend to forget all his little reminders– all the ‘i love you’s’ he whispers into your ear right before bed, all the kisses he peppers onto your face, all the hugs where he squeezes the life out of you.

“you don’t have to tell me what you thought about, but i do want to tell you something,” he starts, a small smile making its way onto his pretty lips. he leans into you, with a voice so small as he says, “i love you. and i know i suffocate you with it sometimes, but it’s true. i love you so much. please don’t ever doubt that.”

you nod, sniffling, “i know.”

his smile grows, “and?...”

your lips curve up a bit and you whisper, “and i love you, too.”

“you better not forget it,” he playfully jokes, forehead resting on yours again. “you know i love you the most, though.”

you giggle softly, shaking your head. “you always turn it into a competition. you know it isn’t right?”

“i know it isn’t, but i do.” he confirms, voice tender and a bit hushed. “i want you to remember that the next time you think too hard. i love my pretty girl the most… more than anything. i’d do anything to keep you happy. wanna see that pretty smile everyday.”

the genuinity– the love– that drips from his words has you weak. the words replay in your head over and over almost as if it’s on a constant loop.

i love my pretty girl.

my pretty girl.

your breath hitches at the unanticipated pet name, remembering the sweet, innocent way it rolled off his tongue. you know you probably shouldn’t feel this way, but it doesn’t stop the way you squeeze your thighs together, pussy pulsing at the mere term of endearment. you’re almost sure mingyu can feel the heat radiating off your skin, yet he does nothing. he stands still, warm, brown eyes staring at your tear-stained face.

so you take matters into your own hands.

you stand tall and lean into him. your nose brushes against his and the proximity between the two of you closes quickly. i want to be kissed, your face reads– begs– and he finally sees that, obliging reluctantly.

his eyes flutter and his lips graze against yours before you take the lead and close the gap for him. as his mouth collides with yours, you feel warmth erupt in your body and you relish it.

the kiss is soft. gentle. it nearly has you melting under him.

but the longer his lips mold against yours, the longer his tongue roams the inside of your mouth, the needier you get. it’s like all your worries wash away. all the bad thoughts evaporate into thin air. all you can think about is the everlasting love you have for the man before you and the incessant love he has for you, too.

you untangle your hands from his in favor of pawing at his chest, nails digging into the cotton fabric of his shit and slightly biting into his skin.

you’re slowly, yet surely losing your mind. the kiss deepens and all the coherent thoughts you had minutes prior are being pushed to the back as mingyu is on the forefront of your mind. you’re overcome with need for him. need for him to make you forget everything. need for him to fuck you till all you can think about him and the way his cock makes you feel.

and mingyu knows this, of course. he knows with the way you claw at him and how you whimper desperately as if you’ve been deprived from his touch for far too long.

it’s why he doesn’t make you beg for it. instead he’s pulling away, watching you chase his lips while he breathlessly asks, “you sure you wanna do this, baby?” he looks so enamored with you. there’s no doubt you look like a complete mess right now, but it’s like he sees past it. past the tears, past the red eyes, past all the sadness.

“please,” you whisper, sniffling again.

he murmurs okay against your lips before grabbing your hand and guiding you to your shared room.

he diligently strips you of your clothing, first your pants then your shirt. his fingers skillfully popping the buttons on your blouse and slipping it off your body, letting it fall into a pool on the ground.

“so beautiful,” he whispers, massive hands immediately moving to grope your tits through your bra. “you’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.”

his words linger in the air and you feel them. you feel beautiful when he stares at you half naked in your cotton panties and mismatched bra. you feel beautiful with your puffy eyes and snotty nose. mingyu makes you feel so beautiful even in your most unfavorable moments.

you whimper at his heavy hands, your own tugging at the ends of his shirt, wordlessly begging for the fabric to join the other clothes on the ground. he obliges immediately, practically ripping it off of himself before his hands are back on you.

he pulls your bra down, letting your tits spill out, kneading at the flesh with hearts in his eyes. a breathy version of his name comes out of your mouth–

and the sound makes his cock ache. his body yearns and begs to be inside of you. so much so that it has him swiftly unclasping your bra before gently pushing you onto the bed. he thinks it’s gentle, at least. mingyu tends to forget his strength so his gentle can be your rough.

it doesn’t matter, it never has. every single act mingyu performs for you is one that comes from a place of love. he’s a benevolent man, not a single malicious bone lives in his hand-crafted body.

“gyu,” you whisper, hand slipping in between your thighs to work on your clothed clit as he towers over you. at your own contact, you feel a shock run through your body and your back just slightly arches off the bed. “need you.”

he curses under his breath, suddenly unable to breathe in his loose house shorts. he hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down and presenting his leaky, hard cock to you.

and the sight has your entire body going hot. you throw your head back against the plush pillows and moan out his name, louder this time, fingers moving faster against your clit– though it would feel so much better if he finally put his hands on you. or better yet, his cock inside of you.

“gyu,” you drag out his name in a cry and you finally feel the bed dip under his weight.

“i know, baby,” he whispers, hand moving yours away from your soaked panties in favor of replacing it. when his bigger fingers begin to rub circles into the covered bud, you gasp and let yours grasp at the sheets under you. “i know you need me. i’ve got you.” he reassures you, voice shaky as he notices just how wet you are. “gonna make you feel so good, don’t worry.”

but you don’t realize how sensitive you are because the second his hand slips inside your panties, his warm hand finding your heated cunt, fresh tears spring to your eyes. “oh, fuck,” you shudder, shaking underneath him.

“you’re so wet,” he mutters the obvious, fingers dipping in between your folds to collect your slick before pulling his hand out.

“don’t tease me,” you plead weakly.

he frowns, shaking his head, “i’m not– i won’t,” he tells you softly, rolling your panties off your body and down your legs. he tosses the cotton material over to join the other articles of clothing on the ground before his hands spread your legs open, displaying you for himself. “i told you that i got you, pretty girl, i promise.”

you give him a broken nod, squirming in discomfort.

his hand is back on your pussy in no time, tapping at your drooling hole with two of his fingers. “this still okay?”

you nod again, “yes, gyu.”

he leans down, lips meeting yours as he presses into you with his index and middle fingers. he’s quick to swallow your moan as he stretches you open, feeling the way your gummy walls invite and welcome him in.

your kiss is more fervent this time around. you can feel his need, the way he shoves his tongue into your mouth, messy and uncoordinated. it has you trapping his fingers between your wet walls, grinding with all your might against his hand.

you have no clue how he manages to multi-task, both finger-fucking and kissing you into oblivion, but he does both without fail. you whine desperately against his lips, one of your hands coming to wrap around his wrist in hopes to support yourself.

the wet squelching of your cunt fills the room and it has him pulling away from you for a second to groan out, “you hear that, angel? pretty pussy takin’ my fingers so fuckin’ well.”

you clench around him again, enveloping him as if your life depended on it– you feel so fucking good–

and yet you crave more. it feels good, yes, mingyu always has you seeing stars, but you need more. more of his fingers, more of him. and mingyu is probably well aware of the fact with the way your pussy swallows his fingers, but you know he’s reluctant about giving you too much because of… prior events.

you want that– you want too much. you want to forget about your shitty day. the only thing you want to think about, the only thing you want to be all-consumed by in this very moment, is mingyu.

“m-more–” you whine against his lips as he wildly pushes in and out of your messy cunt.

fingers unfaltering in speed, he pulls away from you breathlessly, lips wet and swollen. “more, baby?”

“mhm,” you give him pleading eyes as you whisper, “wanna cum.”

“fuck,” he mumbles, nodding his head mindlessly as if your words put him into a daze. his fingers pull out and his ring finger joins the two that are already covered in your slick. they push into you slowly, effectively opening you up. “how’s this, beautiful? this enough?”

you pant, clamping around the digits, squeezing them like a vice. “m-min-” you muffle your moan with your hand, more tears stinging in your eyes.

“no?” he asks, an endearing grin on his face. he maneuvers till he’s in between your legs, he moves further down the bed and your heart thumps erratically in your chest.

it’s when his lips wrap around your clit while he concurrently thrusts his fingers into your sopping heat that you let out an ear-splitting moan. you lace your fingers into his silky hair and tug at his roots without a care.

he winces and moans against you at the feeling, the pain making his cock throb against the bed.

your mind escapes you, melting at the pleasure. his tongue flicks at the sensitive, swollen bud while his fingers curl against your sweet spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you’re on the brink of pure ecstasy.

“s-so close, fuck, i’m close, gyu.” you babble breathlessly.

he moans again, tirelessly continuing his brutal attack on your pussy, but the sound waves of said moans shock your entirety and teeter right over the edge. your vision goes black for a solid minute, only a few specks of white in sight, your blinding orgasm taking your entire body over.

you jerk under him, back arching as you release all over his fingers, the tightrope in your tummy completely unraveling and allowing you to soak his fingers in your syrupy arousal. his mouth moves down as he pulls out and slurps you up obnoxiously, eating you out as you cum.

and you can’t stop shaking, not even after he’s pulled his mouth and fingers away from you. your body twitches and writhes like he’s been working you for hours and mingyu, astounded, has never seen you like this– well, he definitely has– not after a single orgasm, at least.

he shudders, body burning with need. the taste of you alone has his brain a bit fuzzy. “are… you okay? was it too much?” he manages to ask, voice strained.

mingyu thinks his question falls on deaf ears when all he hears is your heaving and tiny whimpers. he moves to clean you up, partially worried he overstimulated you, but then you make grabby hands at the large, flushed man.

he leans into your touch, allowing you to grab on to him, “what’s wrong?”

when he looks into your eyes, glassy and glazed over, he notices the hint of need. the pinch of pure desperation. he sees the way you wordlessly ask for more of him, how you wordlessly ask for him to just fuck you already– he can’t deny you. not with the year-long day you’ve had or with the way his cock is basically begging to stuff you full.

he pecks your lips and sits up again. a soft chuckle escapes him as you chase him for another kiss, but it quickly turns into a sharp breath when he looks down at your puffy, pulsing pussy. you’re crying for him, that much is obvious, but your pussy is just weeping.

an endless trail of arousal continues to drool out of you and it’s so enticing… yet it feels so tantalizing…

he feels a bit guilty for being this hard, for wanting to fuck you so bad. it’s in his good nature. you’ve told him countless times that it’s okay, that you need him, but he just wants to make sure.

“are you sure?” he whispers, so soft that you could almost miss it. “we can just go to bed if you’re not up for this, Y/N.”

you can tell that mingyu is fighting inner turmoil. you know he always feels guilty for fucking you stupid. today, though, you’re sure he feels guilty for the other things.

you don’t want him to. he shouldn’t feel guilty for something beyond his control, so you muster up all your strength and, in a wavered voice, tell him, “i want you… always want you.”

you hear his breath of relief and see the wobbly smile on his face and you mirror it. he’s quickly ridding his mind of the guilt and shame at your reassurance and lining himself up with your hole. he slides the tip of his cock between your lips and revels in the way you jolt gently.

“deep breath f’me,” he mutters, knowing you’ll need it. when he hears your shaky inhale, he takes one of his own right as he pushes into you. “fuck,” he says breathlessly. you’re still so fucking tight around him.

a broken whine bubbles up in the back of your throat and mingyu watches the way your eyes screw shut and your jaw goes slack. beautiful, he thinks to himself. even when you’re fucked out of your mind.

he finds the strength to push past the resistance, slowly shoving himself inside of you till his pelvis meets yours.

when he bottoms out, your face contorts and you’re spluttering over your words, “s-so big,”

he nods his head like he knows. “i know, baby,” he murmurs, sliding one of his hands into yours. “but you’re so good for me, always take me so well.” he whispers this time as he’s leaning down, moving your intertwined hands next to your head on the pillow. his free hand cups your heated cheek and he studies you for a few minutes, cock fully sheathed inside of you.

he watches your face change as you become accustomed to the size of him, how your contorted, pained face relaxes as the minutes pass. when your eyes flutter open and you whimper his name, “gyu…” he pulls out a tiny bit before pushing back in– something of an experimental thrust– and discerns your positive reaction.

he repeats his actions, inching out a bit more and sliding back in with ease. his eyes observe you intently, noticing every reaction you make as he drives his cock in and out of you, each one going deeper than the last.

his hand squeezes yours and his lips graze against yours, “feel good?” he asks, breath fanning over your face.

“uh-huh, so good,” you respond in a pant. “th-thank you.”

he falters a bit, but continues to deliver his deep and calculated thrusts. “why are you thanking me, angel?”

“for taking care of me.”

mingyu’s heart swells and nearly bursts right then and there. his smile practically reaches his ears because mingyu, admittedly, loves being the cause of your pleasure. he’s a giver. he always has been.

it makes his hips move faster, his hips flushing to yours with every stroke. the bed squeaks under you, loud and annoyingly high-pitched. neither of you are bothered by the sound as you’re wrapped up within each other– you’re moaning and whining for more and more against his lips and he’s promising to deliver through deep groans and grunts against yours.

and he does deliver. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and it knocks the wind out of your lungs. you squeeze the hand in yours and your other comes to claw at his body. you dig your nails into the flesh of his arm, biting into him in favor of leaving crescent shapes on his smooth skin.

he hisses, but the subtle sting just spurs him on. that and the way your pussy contracts around him.

“oh fuck,” you whisper, a high-pitched whine following the words. you’re so sensitive from your previous orgasm that it’s making all too much. your body is buzzing and the familiar knot is forming quicker than usual. “mingyu– mingyu, i-i’m so close.”

he nods, breathing out, “it’s okay, baby– cum for me. you deserve it.” you deserve everything you want, he fails to add.

you don’t hold back, completely unraveling under him. you’re easily reduced to a mess, gushing all over his cock while you mewl a mantra of his name. your brain leaves you for a solid minute as you mindlessly babble out thank you’s and i love you’s.

he pulls away from your lips as he watches you come undone. he’s truly so enraptured by you. with your tear-stained cheeks and the drool that trails past your bruised lips. when you tell him you love him– almost incoherently– his dick twitches in your spasming cunt.

“i love you.” he groans, swiftly rocking into you. you’re sobbing in overstimulation, but he eases you with more praise. “you’re so good, fuck, so perfect. i love you so bad.”

his hand leaves your cheek, instead grabbing your free hand and intertwining your fingers. he pins your hands next to your head, just like the other, and continues fucking you.

“my pretty girl,” he murmurs, holding your contrastingly smaller hands tightly. “i’m gonna cum inside… you want that right?”

the question triggers your mind back to life. “please,” you moan weakly. “n-need it.”

he twitches again, a throaty groan coming out of him before he gasps. his entire body stiffens before he presses himself all the way inside of you. his groans and grunts distort to needy moans as ropes of his seed paint the velvet walls of your convulsing heat.

he attempts to control his breathing. after a minute straight of panting and whining, his heaving chest slows and falls into a steady rhythm.

“are you okay?” he pants, pulling out of you, body still hovering over yours. “was it too much…”

your lips turn up into a tiny, sweet smile and nod your head, “‘m okay, baby.”

“good,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing your lips.

he releases you from his grasp and falls next to you, trying to recover more before cleaning you up. he sighs, soothing a hand over your skin and you scoot into him.

“i wanna help you,” mingyu starts with the softest voice you’ve ever heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence, “you can always tell me when you’re having one of these days, baby… you know that right?”

“i know,” you nod, mindlessly tracing shapes onto his bare chest.

“i’m always gonna be here for you… as long as you’ll have me.”

“i know.” you repeat, words whispered this time. “you always make the days better– make them shine– you literally have a heart of gold, mingyu.”

he chuckles, “i don’t,”

“no, you do. just trust me. if we cut you open right now for open heart surgery, there’d be 24 karat gold in the shape of a human heart inside of you.” you tell him.

mingyu smiles widely. happily.

“just remember that this heart is all yours, angel.”

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summeric · 9 months

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Temporary

pairing; kim mingyu x reader

genre; angst

warnings; depression, comfort

w/c; 520 on the nose

requested; no

a/n; this is completely written from a personal place. i do honestly use writing as a place to vent and get out my own feelings and these past few weeks have been mentally very difficult. i hope you don't mind a little self-indulgence as i work through the things in my head.

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Fingers strum through your hair without a word being said. Nothing needs to be said because your tears and gentle sobs are enough to fill the space. It felt like your own mind and time were betraying you. Nothing had gone right in such a long time that it was beginning to feel like it may never again.

Mingyu moves in closer to you. His knees press against the back of yours as his left arm slides around your waist to pull you in closer. The man’s heart breaks for you knowing that he can’t change how you feel right now despite everything he wished he could do.

He had asked you to explain to him what was going on, and how it felt, but it was hard to put into words. How could you so easily explain feeling empty and alone even while you were in someone’s arms? How could you tell someone that you were falling apart when they were trying desperately to piece you back together constantly?

You knew this was in your mind. You knew that there would be blue skies and a clear mind at some point, but right now it seemed impossible. Your mind was a battlefield and you were stuck in the middle of a war you didn’t have any weapons to fight.

Nuding his nose against your neck, Mingyu closes his eyes and swallows hard as he holds you to him. The way he holds you is as if you were both made of glass and also like you might slip away if he held you too loosely. He finds a perfect balance and maintains his own emotions because he knows that’s what you need right now.

So many times you had been the rock that he would swim to in his own storm. Now he was going to stay here for as long as it took. Lips brush against your skin and you sob harder causing Mingyu to lace his fingers with yours almost apologetically for causing you to cry. He knew it wasn’t his fault but he still wanted to show you he understood.

“It’s temporary.”

You had said those words to him so many times before when Mingyu would think everything was impossible. When he would get to a point when it was too much, it was all too hard.

“It’s all temporary, baby.”

Mingyu’s lips barely graze your ear as he speaks, his fingers once again moving to pull your hair from your face so he can then wipe some of your tears from your cheeks. He knew more would take their place, but he wasn’t going anywhere. The pain was temporary but he wasn’t. You weren’t temporary.

You can only nod before your shoulders shake almost as if you are in pain at hearing Mingyu’s words. He knew logically you weren’t in pain, still, he can’t help the way his brain tells him to check you, to protect you. Warm fingers move over your cheeks as he whispers soft words of adoration and encouragement all while telling you it’s okay to take your time with the pain.

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summeric · 10 months

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(lust) drunk on a plane

summary: mingyu is hot and reader is horny. reader suggests, “hey, so what if we banged right now?” in the middle of an overnight flight. mingyu, being the excellent boyfriend that he is, agrees.

pairing: mingyu x female reader

word count: ~3k

genre: smut, established relationship

contains: adult content (this is 18+ folks), unprotected sex, creampie, sex in an airplane, a bit of hand action (m. and f. receive), dirty talk, language, some petnames, truly terrible decision-making caused by horniness.

a/n: this is unedited so do please forgive any oopsies. also nobody is drunk; don't let the title fool you.

inspiration: these airport pics broke me

It was probably inevitable that this would happen, honestly.

At least, that’s what you thought now, 30,000 feet in the air with Mingyu curled around you, big spoon-style (obviously) and gently thrusting his hips against yours, pumping his cock slowly in and out of you (much less obviously).

Please God, let it be much less obvious.

You couldn’t entirely hold back a soft whine, immeasurably grateful for the hand your boyfriend had covering your mouth, and you squeezed your eyes shut, pussy clenching around him, feeling him gasp against your ear and the sharp jerk of his hips in response.

“Shh,�� he reminded you in a whisper, nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. “I know it feels good – fuck,” he hissed, grip at your hip tightening its squeeze when his next slow thrust hit the front wall of your cunt and you emitted the softest whimper into his palm.

You nodded in agreement, pushing your ass back against him, fingernails digging into his forearm.

Mingyu mouthed at your neck, teeth catching at the curve where neck met shoulder, and biting down just enough for you to feel it. And damn, you felt it. Felt the heat shoot through you in a straight line of want from the contact to your core, the way it sharpened your need and how your body grew wetter in response.

“You’re so pretty when you get all needy for me.” Mingyu’s words were breathless, barely audible, but the want layered in every syllable nearly made your head spin. “You’ve gotta be quiet, though. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Hand coming up to cover his, you drew it from your mouth and let out a shaky breath. “I can – I can be quiet, G-Gyu.”

“Yeah? Because I don’t wanna have to stop,” he admitted, the hand on your hip sliding down to where you were joined, fingers slipping through your swollen folds, circling around your entrance as he pulled out. Teasing, slightly pressing into you, still stretched out from his cock, coating himself in your arousal then coming up to circle the pads of his fingers around your clit. “But I will,” he added and you felt his lips curve into a smile against your ear.

You shook your head, swallowing back a moan, reaching back to wrap your fingers around his length – could feel how hard he was, the liquid at the tip that definitely hadn’t all come from you – and stroked him. “I can, I – I promise.” You squeezed, trying to guide him back into you.

He pressed forward, the movement allowing you to do exactly that, and a whole body shiver went through you at the sensation of being so full of him. Knowing this was the most irresponsible and stupid thing you had ever done, but unable to stop yourself.

The hand not occupied with your clit, driving you absolutely batty with need, came up to cradle your chin, thumb brushing against your lower lip. “Can’t have you making those pretty noises and drawing attention to us, letting someone find us like this,” he said on a sharp breath, pulling his hips back and then pushing them forward, burying himself deep, before continuing, “greedy pussy taking my dick in the middle of first class.”

You were so going to get caught and this was – was it a felony or a misdemeanor? Did it depend on what country’s airspace you were in? Where the flight originated? Landed? Oh God, you were so screwed. His managers were going to kill you and this would get out and bye bye privacy. Instead, you would be the idol’s girlfriend who got outed because she was too slutty to wait until the plane landed.

How did you find yourself in this position?

That – that was an excellent question.

Three Hours Earlier…

Your boyfriend was hot. This was not news.

On any given day at any given time, he looked downright dreamy, charmingly adorkable, or absolutely fuckable. There were many times he somehow managed to be all three! Which, okay, drove you a little crazy because it was irresistible and you were hopelessly, irrevocably in love with the man.

So in love with him that, when he’d suggested you travel with him and the guys on this promotional trip, you had immediately agreed without really thinking about the logistics of the whole thing. Flying under the radar at home was always tricky enough; this required an additional level of planning and caution. But it was fine. Really. Hiding in plain sight and all that. Fake staff ID hanging around your neck, no one even looked twice at you.

But you, though.

Jesus, you couldn’t stop staring at Mingyu. At the way he looked so natural and appeared so comfortable engaging while not actually engaging with the photographers and fans who’d come to take pictures or catch a glimpse of the guys. You didn’t think you were the type to get star struck – and honestly, it would be weird as hell to get star struck over your own boyfriend, wouldn’t it? – but he was in his element and it was really, really fucking hot.

Since climbing him like a tree was not an option at the moment and you were a little concerned someone at some point would notice you – who was supposed to be staff – ogling Mingyu, you forced yourself to turn away and head into the airport to your gate. You couldn’t get onto the plane or into the air soon enough.

At least you were sitting next to him on the overnight flight, so you could look at him to your heart’s content then.

It probably should have occurred to you that there was a possibility you weren’t going to just be hanging out in coach, but it didn’t. Not until you felt Mingyu’s fingers wrap around your wrist to stop you next to a random half wall in first class. You looked down at his hand, then at the opening in the wall, brow furrowed.

What in the Crazy Rich Asians?

“This is us,” he said with a grin and his hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you into the space containing your seats.

No, seriously, you saw this movie. “How –” You looked around and saw the other guys settling into their own – uh, private cabin-looking things, and watched as the actual staff made their way further back.

You were about to comment on that or how you’d thought they made this kind of thing up for the movie, but you were startled out of your plan by the very nice flight attendant who came by with champagne and to show you how the doors worked. Because of course the doors closed.

It wasn’t until after you’d been in the air for a while, eaten dinner, they made the announcement about dimming the cabin lights, and the flight attendant had helped you to change the seats into a bed – a double bed – that you and Mingyu closed yours, though.

The whole thing was surreal. You were wearing airline-provided silk pajamas, lying in an actual goddamn bed, in a walled off suite, essentially, on an airplane.

Mingyu and you were curled up under the covers and he was flipping through the movies available for your viewing. Despite that you knew for a fact you were surrounded by your friends in other, identical spaces, and that some must have been watching their own TVs and others sleeping, it felt like you and Mingyu were in your own little world. The steady sounds of airplane-at-cruising-altitude in the middle of the night, somewhere over the ocean, a soft lull.

Which was right about when your brain decided to really realize just how private the space was. To realize you really were cuddled against Mingyu’s chest, one arm around you while the other controlled the remote.

His really firm chest. In silk? This was – no, no. Your brain needed to not.

You forced yourself to look at the monitor and pretend you were watching whatever it was he settled on. Tried to ignore the fact that you kept thinking about how easy it would be to slip the hand on his stomach down a few inches and into those thin pants he was wearing. Tried to ignore the way the silk of your own pajamas slid against his, how you could feel yourself growing wet, how all you wanted to do was shift until you were on top of him – or him on you, that would totally be okay, too.

So wrapped up in your efforts to outthink your libido, you didn’t notice that the hand on his abdomen actually did start to move over him. Back and forth across his stomach, your fingers catching on and playing with the tie to his pants. Nor did you notice you were squirming, lifting a leg to drape across his before drawing it back, pressing your breasts against his side, rubbing against him like a cat.

Mingyu set the remote down on the little table beside the bed and brought his now free hand down to catch the back of your thigh, hooking it across his waist and turning your body so you were half lying on him as a result. He hummed softly and you looked up at him, your eyes watching him watch you, brows pinched together in curiosity and not yet aware that you’d been caught.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked softly, big hand squeezing the back of your thigh before sliding further up your leg until he was cupping your ass. Pulling your hips closer.

You pressed your eyes shut – and your lips – and buried your face in the crook of his neck to hide the flush you could feel in your cheeks, rapidly spreading out and down to cover your chest. “N-Nothing. I’m just – Can’t get comfortable,” you lied.

Badly. The tiny movements of your hips, gentle thrusts against his upper thigh, and shallow breathing gave you away.

“Mm, you sure that’s all it is?” he cooed and you could feel him smile against the top of your head. “I could call for the flight attendant and see if she has another pillow…”

“No! God, no. Please don’t.” Your voice was pleading as you struggled with how to voice what you needed. With whether you should voice it.

How did you tell your boyfriend that you kind of, sort of, totally wanted him to fuck you while the only thing separating you from a dozen of his closest friends and some hopefully not very attentive at this time of night flight attendants were half walls and no ceiling?

This was so stupid and you were so stupid and you really were going to regret this, but you slid your thigh further up his body, gasping when you felt him half-hard and at the way his hand on your ass squeezed, the heaviness in his next breath. At least it wasn’t just you and you’d both be going to Hell together.

Or jail.

“Gyu, I want –” you started before making a conscious effort to speak as quietly as possible, right against his ear. “I really, really want you right now. Need you inside me.”

Okay, so it was out and that wasn’t that bad?

You pulled your head from its hiding place against his neck, letting yourself look at him to see his response. The sight of his lower lip caught between his own teeth and the way his eyes went all heavy-lidded was heady. You would whimper but his lips were suddenly covering yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tangling with yours, tasting you and teasing you and leaving you breathless.

Eventually, though, you needed to breathe and broke the kiss to gulp in air. You stared up at him, fingers clutching at his biceps, waiting. Wanting. “Min- Mingyu?”

In reply, your boyfriend’s hand on your hip guided you onto your back, onto your other side. He drew your body back against his and pressed his front into you, letting you feel his cock straining against the silk which encased it, rubbing himself into your ass.

His voice against your ear was a low rasp that vibrated along your spine, sparking acute need along every nerve. “You’re such a naughty girl. Wanting me to fuck you right here, where anyone could hear us? See us?”

“Uh – uh huh,” you managed to breathe out, trying not to reflect too much on what it said about you that you wondered if the thought of being seen, being watched by some of the guys turned you on more – that for a heartbeat, even, you wanted them to.

Mingyu’s hand on your hip slipped beneath the hem of your pajama pants and panties, slowly sliding them down, just far enough for him to have access to your cunt but not so far that you couldn’t quickly pull them up again if needed. Fingers gripping into the flesh of your thigh, he pulled your leg back over his hip, then slid his hand forward to cup your cunt, slippery and swollen. Parted your intimate lips and teased at your entrance while he sucked at the skin beneath your ear.

If your words hadn’t been enough of an invitation, the way you bucked into his touch and bit at your own fist to keep in the needy whine definitely was.

“Mm,” came his barely audible hum and then he was pressing two fingers into you, curling them to catch at the front of your pussy, his thumb starting to circle against your clit while he ground his hips into you. “You’re so wet, baby. How long have you been thinking about this?”

“This or –” you choked back a gasp, “or about climbing you like a – like a tree?”

He chuckled then, albeit breathlessly and purposefully quiet. “This. You’re always thinking about climbing me like a tree,” he teased. “Same way I’m always thinking about going full caveman and carrying you off to my, uh, cave.”

“Hah! I’m actually totally okay with that, for the re-record. Gyu, I’m – please.”

“Noted – fuck, you’re so hot.” The hand not fucking you came up to cover your mouth, muffling any and all noises you could make as his fingers slipped out of you. “Hush, sweetheart. I’m gonna give you what you asked for, but you can’t make a sound.”

Eyes rolling back in your head, you nodded, and let yourself be shifted, felt Mingyu shifting behind you and adjusting the covers over you both. Pushing his own pants down. You nearly forgot what you’d just agreed to at the press of his cock into your cunt, walls stretching around him, clinging to him.

Nearly but not entirely because you didn’t actually want to get arrested and you definitely didn’t want him to stop.

It didn’t take long for Mingyu to find a rhythm, strong hands guiding your legs forward to shift your hips, changing the angle so his dick was hitting you right where you needed it on every forward pump of his hips.

Slow and easy – so careful to prevent making noise.

Sucking marks into your skin to keep his mouth occupied and muffle his own need to gasp, to groan, to talk to you the way he knew affected you so much. You would complain because shit, you loved his words and the sounds he made while fucking you – all soft gasps and breathless moans of your name, grunts and growls and –

Okay, no. This was good, too. It was torture in the best way.

Which brought you back to the present and you had to fight so hard not to keen at how right he was about your greedy pussy.

So greedy but “just for me,” he breathed against your neck and you could hear the tension in his voice, hear how close he was to coming apart, feel the tightness in his grip and the roughness with which he rubbed at your clit.

You squeezed his forearm, nails digging into the skin, silent agreement. Let yourself be swept away by the feelings of being possessed by him, taken by him – achingly aware of the constant threat of being caught.

And finally it was too much and enough and fucking perfect. Your orgasm was rolling through you, a wave of blissful release that left you shaking in Mingyu’s arms, cunt pulsating around his cock, fluttering until he was holding your hips tightly to his and spilling himself into you.

Holding you more gently as you both trembled in the aftermath and struggled to catch your breaths.

Pressing soft kisses to your neck while he helped you slide your panties and pants back up before doing the same to his own.

His voice was still quiet when he spoke again, “Love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said as you turned in his arms to curl up against his side again. Sated and (finally) sleepy. Then you giggled as the reality of what you’d just done hit you. “I can’t believe we got away with that.”

Mingyu started to reply, when a stern voice beat him to it and drew both of your gazes to the half wall where it came from.

“You didn’t.” That was Cheol, looking down at you both in the way that only he could.

You looked around in a panic to see if anyone else was also paying attention or whether there were any angry flight attendants bearing down. Thank God, they weren’t and there wasn’t.

Just one leader arching an eyebrow.

All right, so you were in trouble but not, like, the legal or life wrecking kind!

You looked at your boyfriend then back at Cheol.

Fuck.

@berrryshortcake @hotgirlmingyu @mangogyu it's heeeere

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summeric · 11 months

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a tease ♡ mingyu

Your boyfriend, under the name “min9yu_k”, is a famous Twitch streamer widely known and loved for his gaming streams and otherworldly visuals. On a random day, when he catches you feeling slightly jealous, he pulls you on-screen to put the viewers in their place.

pairing: streamer!boyfriend!mingyu x female reader word count: 6.3k warnings: smut. a lot of suggestive teasing and comments. a bit of jargon in terms of the game mingyu's playing. it's not that important though.

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This has not been proofread very much, lol. Lmk if there's any errors.

“What’re you looking at?”

You already know Mingyu has seen your screen, so you make no attempt to quickly turn off your phone or hide it. He’s leaning over your shoulder, his face mere inches from yours, and the sudden question in a surprisingly low voice is enough to make you jump.

“Oh— my god, you scared the shit out of me.” You turn around, glaring at him, phone still open. Before you can make a move to stop him, he quickly snatches your phone, stepping back and smirking as he stares at the screen.

“I know you find me hot, but this is a new level of obsession, babe.” His smile keeps growing as he stares, and music plays from your phone. He turns it up.

It’s an edit to the song ‘Baila Morena’, with a close-up of Mingyu’s pretty face on the screen. It’s an excerpt from one of his streams, where he’s leaning into the camera, smiling smugly after promising his viewers he’d win the game.

The clip had blown up so much on social media that it became a bit of an urban legend. You’ve known for a long time that Mingyu’s looks are very popular, but this clip seems only to make people love him more.

Sometimes you feel lucky. A guy as good-looking, kind and famous as Mingyu is spending his time with you. Those times he calls you over to his stream to wave a little ‘hello’ to the chat, or when his viewers are getting a little too rowdy so he gets you to come sit on his lap… you wonder what you’d done in a past life to deserve him.

“It’s your fault you’re always on my feed. Baiting your viewers like that,” you mumble, frowning. You’re not mad, at all. Part of you feels proud that everyone is simping over your boyfriend that much. It’s also kind of annoying, though, the constant reminders online that other people have their eyes on him are mildly unsettling.

Mingyu puts the phone down, settling by your side on the couch with a loud ‘plop’. The cushions sink as you nuzzle into each other.

“Are you jealous?” he asks, kissing your forehead softly, one thumb drawing tiny circles on your shoulder as he pulls you closer into him.

“Not really, I know it’s part of your job,” you shrug, “it’s just a bit irritating when people are thirsting for you online— never mind, I’m jealous. But, I’m not stopping them, though. I know you love me.” Your assertion is obvious, and it’s exactly what Mingyu was about to say. He kisses you again, softly, and it makes your face heat a little from embarrassment. You’re the one who has him, but you’re getting jealous over everyone else who adores him.

“Summed it up perfectly, love. You know, I was about to start streaming soon, so you should join me. Put them in their place.”

While you can’t see Mingyu’s face, you can just hear his smirk in his voice.

The viewers love having you on-stream. You’ve seen several edits of people simping for you.

One, in particular, began with Mingyu, one of the thirst-trap types when he threw his head back out of anger. Then, it paused, cutting to a video of a guy snapping a photo with a camera, directed at the viewer. After that, something like ‘nah, forget him for a sec, i want his gf’ was plastered on the screen, and slowed-down clips of you smiling, winking, and even playing a game were shown. That boosted your ego a lot.

“You know what? I will. Let me get dressed.”

***

“Oh my god, you’re dressed like a slut. Holy shit,” Mingyu practically gasps, eyes wide in shock. You watch his pupils shift slightly as he gazes at your figure up and down, grinning stupidly the more he stares.

It’s nothing too racy. A short skirt that goes slightly past the swell of your butt, a low-cut compression shirt and eye-makeup that made you look like a daring vixen. You were worried at first, but Mingyu’s reaction is enough reassurance.

He sits up in his chair slightly. “Shit, might cancel this stream. I’m not just sitting here like an idiot when you’re looking this gorgeous.”

You roll your eyes, laughing. With a quick push, you rotate his chair around swiftly, then you pull it back and seat yourself on his lap. The chair isn’t really big enough to fit two people, but you’ve sat on his lap on-stream before, so you know he won’t mind. In fact, he’ll love it.

That fact is reinforced by his deep, quiet groan as you wiggle yourself around a little to get comfortable. You act completely oblivious to the fact that he’s hard under you, but you both know better than that. You won’t entertain it, however—the stream’s scheduled to start in five minutes.

As Mingyu’s opening his stream software, opening a game, turning the lights on right, he mindlessly rests his head on your shoulder. You can feel each exhale of air on your chest, and it’s pleasantly cold.

“Babe, you know what we should do? Like the sensory deprivation thing.”

You raise an eyebrow at that, but he’s clearly not thinking what you’re thinking.

“I play, you have the headphones on so you’ve got to tell me who’s where, or the other way. If we play Valorant, that could be pretty cool.”

You’ve played Valorant before. There was a period where you had spent a lot of time sweating it, then you’d relaxed a little since you were spending too much time on it. You were slightly worse than Mingyu, but good enough to put up a fight. Deciding it’s a good idea, you smile, agreeing to it.

“Totally, we should. I like that,” you reply.

“Good, good,” he mumbles softly, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. You smile at that. He’s always been a sucker for being close to you, whether it’s the lingering touches as you get out of bed in the mornings, or quick pecks before you leave for work, or the times he’ll lean into you when you’re sat together.

You watch as he finishes setting up the stream software. Before long, the cursor is resting over the ‘Start Streaming’ button, but he hesitates on pressing it.

“You’re not going to start randomly teasing me during the stream, right? I can just tell from the look on your face. You’re in the mood to be cheeky,” Mingyu chuckles, sitting back against the chair for a moment. His hands settle on your hips, pads of his fingers gently pressing your warm skin and releasing. Press. Release.

“You know me too well, Gyu,” you reply, a jaunty tone to your voice.

“Is it bad that I like the idea of that?” he asks, half talking to the air, half talking to you. “Maybe I’m just being careless, and I’ve no clue how the viewers would react if they caught on, but… shit, I’m getting too excited even thinking about that.”

“And you call me a whore,” you choke through a fit of giggles, turning around to see his face.

What a surprise. Mingyu’s getting shy.

He’s blushing slightly, and it’s a cute sight you wish the viewers wouldn’t see.

You’re not completely shocked, though. When you’d first had sex, his face flushed a deep shade of rose when you’d stripped, unable to form coherent sentences from how new it all was to him.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Is it supposed to feel this good? Or am I just stupid?”

“You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

Pinching his cheek carefully, you press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “God, I love you, Mingyu.”

Somehow, he smiles even wider. “I love you, too.”

With a final kiss to your cheek, he hits the ‘Start Streaming’ button.

It’s only a few seconds before the viewer count begins to go up, and the chat begins to fill up. After five seconds, the number is at 17. After thirty, it’s just passed 700. When Mingyu finally begins to say hi, greeting the chat, responding to messages, the count has risen to 25,000 viewers.

Sometimes you forget how popular he is.

Mingyu squints at the screen. “‘Y/n is finally on stream!’” He reads enthusiastically. “You bet, she is. She hasn’t been on in a while, and we had a fun little idea, so why not? Ooh— ‘mingyusonlyfans’, wait.” He chuckles at the username. He’s seen that viewer several times in chat—they’re an avid donor and active participant. “‘Mingyusonlyfans’, thanks for the twenty! Yes, I was actually considering a baking stream soon, I’m still trying to figure out how the camera would have to be set up for that. Yes, yes, it’s a Valorant stream today, I’ll explain in a moment.” He squints again. “I agree completely, to be honest, Y/n’s looking as fine as fuck right now. She’s mine, though,” Mingyu finishes, with a bashful grin.

He switches from his stream monitor to the game, opening it up and clicking a few other buttons. His arms have sneakily wrapped around your waist, warm against the bare, chilly skin exposed thanks to the crop-top you’re wearing.

You smile, seeing Mingyu’s face in the stream camera. Maybe, you can’t blame the viewers anymore. If you were a random person who’d seen him the first time, you’d be behaving the exact same way.

“So, chat,” Mingyu starts, leaning back, once he’s pressed the ‘Start’ button. You can see that he’s in a full party, the other users being ‘vernonline’, ‘xuminghao_o’, ‘everyone_woo’, and ‘joshu_acoustic’. You know them pretty well. They’re Mingyu’s friends from college, and you’ve met them on several occasions.

“We’re doing a two-people-one-game sorta thing. She wears the headphones, listens during the games, talks in party chat, but I’m the one physically playing. She has to call stuff out, I have to try and be quick enough. That’s all there is to it, really— oh, and we’re joined by Vernon, Minghao, Wonwoo, and Joshua! If you haven’t already, try checking out their streams. They’re lovely people.”

You see the chat run rampant, full of excitement and anticipation.

thedeerex YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE OMLLLLLLL

xuminghao_o ✔️ hey y/n (ignoring mingyu)

kcsbogeys just gifted 10 subs! y/n can i marry you :)

pooooooio ONG HAO’S IN CHAT HIII

mingyusonlyfans hi minghao aaaaaaaa

vernonline ✔️ sub to vernonline

choguesungsabs oml when is it my turn

inyourmumsroom why is that such a token vernon thing LMAO]

Seeing so many messages aimed towards you warms your heart. They had followed and subscribed to Mingyu’s channel for him, not you, yet they’re still so happy and receptive when you do appear. That sort of kindness restores your faith in humanity.

Match found, the voice on the game suddenly calls out, and Mingyu sits up. His slender hand finds the mouse and the cursor hovers over numerous agents. He stops.

“Babe, you pick,” Mingyu shrugs, taking your hand by the wrist and placing it onto the mouse.

Your eyes flare. “Why me? You’re the one playing. What if I pick an agent you’re shit at? And, then, you throw?”

Mingyu feigns offence, sitting back slightly and creasing his eyebrow. “That’s a bold assumption for you to make. I’m good with every agent.”

You shake your head, laughing. That’s quite obviously a lie. You’ve sat with him as he played Valorant before. He has several agents he’s terrible at playing.

You’ve two choices. One, pick an agent he likes, but it’s terrible for the map, Breeze. Two, pick an agent he likes which also suits the map. Three: be totally evil, and pick an agent he hates, and is totally unsuitable for the map.

With a few moments of consideration, you click and lock the agent named ‘Neon’. Before you can turn to Mingyu, Wonwoo groans through the voice chat, saying, “for God’s sake, Y/n, I was going to lock Neon. Now I have to play Phoenix or something.”

All you do is chuckle at that before turning to look at Mingyu. He has a very satisfied smile on his face, and his eyes are practically sparkling. “Neon on Breeze? Y/n, love, you’re being so good to me today,” he practically purrs, poking at your shoulder bashfully with a shy frown. As the others carefully lock their agents, Mingyu leans back, tightening his grip around your waist, still reading the chat.

You’re almost sure that his comment was intended as an innuendo. After all, his original purpose of having you on stream was to “Put them in their place.” As the final countdown to the game’s start begins, you remember all of the times he’s praised you equally as gently, albeit he was on top of and inside you, not just gaming and streaming. You know, for a fact, that he was being sly on purpose.

Mingyu’s arms hook under yours as he sits up a little, fingers settling on the keyboard and mouse. The ‘Buy Phase’ begins, and he’s hastily buying a gun, moving around.

“I’m always good to you,” you mumble, watching how his fingers shift back and forth as he mashes the keys to get his character to move around. Maybe it’s just because you’re aware of how close he is to you, but you can’t help but see those fingers as the same ones he’s used to touch you, fuck you, shove inside of you when you’re desperate for his touch.

You’re beginning to see why he likes the idea of this stream so much.

The game begins, and Mingyu’s careful eyes watch the screen, darting around the moment anything moves. You can hear Vernon’s voice through the party chat, saying, “I’m hearing two on site. Woo, can you flash? We’ll enter on that.”

“They’re going to enter after Wonwoo flashes,” you repeat, and Mingyu moves his cursor up and down a little, like an in-game nod of acknowledgement.

In a short, ensuing battle, Vernon and Minghao are both killed, but Mingyu manages to kill the enemies, planting the spike. The moment that happens, the remaining three players hide, listening carefully, and so do you.

“I’m hearing one by the doors, Wonwoo says Jett should be one-shot, I think she’s lurking ‘round the spike,” you say quickly, trying not to take Mingyu’s attention for too long. He follows your words, turning his attention to the aforementioned areas, before killing both Chamber and Jett.

“Babe, you are the best,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder while watching carefully for the final member of the enemy team. “If I get an ace this round, well…”

As Mingyu trails off, your face heats up. You’re not one to be shy, but in front of twenty-five-thousand viewers, it’s a different story. You’re thankful that the LEDs in Mingyu’s room are glowing a dark shade of blue, or else the viewers would’ve caught on.

You’re half-expecting him to finish the sentence with something like “I’ll kiss you” or “I’ll cook you dinner,” but his thought process is aborted, leaving the message up for interpretation. You’ve always preferred it when he’s direct, but it’s understandable that he’s not, this time, since so many people are watching. If anything, it’s always better to leave it to the imagination.

In fear of disrupting his focus, you choose not to respond.

“Brim’s by the Switch,” you blurt out quickly, hearing faint footsteps in that direction. Mingyu quickly flicks his wrist in that direction, and the moment the remaining player appears, he clicks, killing them.

Ace, the game’s voice calls out, and Mingyu cheers loudly, arms raised high, in the air. Through the voice chat, Joshua and Vernon are praising his skill, practically screaming through the mic. The chat goes wild, moving too fast for the eye to see, full of excitement.

Caratnation_42 IT’S THE Y/N X MINGYU BUFF

susEtrash KEEP HER FOR EVERY VALORANT STREAM RN

You’re terribly flattered at the compliments being spewed out. It’s probably a rare stroke of luck, you’re aware, and the viewers probably are, too, but that doesn’t stop it from feeling good.

“You’re my lucky charm, Y/n, you’re sticking around for every stream now,” Mingyu smiles, and it only makes you feel better. If you had the time, you would watch him stream and game whenever you got the chance.

As the stream continues, you realise that it may not be just a stroke of luck. While Wonwoo, Minghao, Vernon and Joshua are playing well, Mingyu seems to stand out. His aim seems to be extraordinary today, as well as his reflexes. The fact that he has no audio doesn’t seem to hinder him very much, which is surprising since it’s such an integral part to playing the game. The more he plays well, clutches rounds, pulls off crazy stunts suggested by the donations, the happier you both feel. He snuggles further into you as time passes, absentmindedly pressing kisses to your jaw, neck, shoulder, when he feels like it.

At the midpoint of the game, Mingyu is reading out a donation, when you decide to shift a little on his lap.

“Superstoresalad, thanks for the fifty fucking gifted subs! Holy shit! I appreciate that so, so much,” he reads out enthusiastically. He’s always been grateful when people donate, and is extremely shocked when people do massive donations like that. “Can you bring Y/n onto the stream more often? Pretty please,” he coos, reading the message. The last word is comically dragged out. “Of course I ca—”

Mingyu’s answer is cut short by a familiar jolt of pleasure when you move around a little, probably intentionally grinding on his lap. He does his best to ignore it, not wanting to give too much away to the viewers, and clears his throat so he can finish his sentence. “Of course I can! I’d lo—oh—ove to!”

With a glance at the camera, he checks out what he’s working with. First, he sees you, smiling at the screen with feigned innocence on your face. Then, he realises that the camera doesn’t show much—it’s just your face and a little beyond your shoulders. With his heart threatening to burst from his chest out of nervousness, he sneaks his left hand onto your bare thigh, going further and further in, until it’s slotted neatly in between your warm thighs, his hand a stark, cold contrast. Before you can comment, he squeezes your soft skin, a little harder than usual.

That kind of grasp has an uncanny resemblance to the countless times he’s laid you down onto his bed, face buried in your legs, hands clutching your thighs with bruising force so he can eat you out without you instinctively shutting your legs.

If he does that in front of the camera, at this very moment, you’re not sure you’d mind.

The momentary squeeze is quickly withdrawn so he can continue playing. You’re beginning to get miserable at the fact that this is the first game and it’s not even done. However, you still have a lot of time to keep tugging at his strings, which can only increase the magnitude of his reaction once he clicks ‘Stop Streaming’.

What you could do next is the only thought on your mind as you passively call out in-game updates for your boyfriend to watch out for. You could keep grinding on his lap, but, given time, that’d probably give him the sweet release he’s clearly aching for.

“W-wait, my slider fell off, can I grab it?” you mumble, turning around to meet eyes with Mingyu. Seeing your innocent look, he can’t deny something that simple, and quickly pushes the chair back so you can get up easily.

Watchful of the game’s timer, you stand up slowly, bending straight over, deciding not to crouch. Your short skirt behaves exactly as you expect, riding up with any slight movements—in this case, it almost completely exposes your ass, close to him, covered only in a lacey, black thong. You pretend to struggle for a moment, fumbling for your slider, and you hear Mingyu clear his throat. Once you’ve grabbed the slider and pushed it closer to you, he grabs your hips with both hands, practically slamming you back down onto his lap.

He quickly tabs off, muting his mic.

“I see what you’re doing. You sneaky cunt.”

Mingyu’s harsh words are a contrast to his on-screen appearance—to the viewers, he’s smiling wide, kissing your exposed shoulder sweetly, muttering sweet nothings to his lover. To you, it’s clearly a different story.

You can’t deny you’re loving it. From his choice of words, to the way he’s caged you into the desk with his large body, to how his warm breath tickles your skin as he calmly watches the screen. The most exhilarating part, however, is that no one will know. No eye, no matter how watchful, will know.

“You’re enjoying it, though, aren’t you, Gyu?” you mutter softly, carefully ensuring that your mouth isn’t fully visible. Who knew if someone would try to read your lips.

To that, he has no answer. You see him bite his lip slightly in the camera preview, before he unmutes you both, quickly covering up for the ‘mistake’, saying, “Sorry, guys, accidentally hit my mute keybind.”

Bullshit.

“Jett and Chamber have both used their ult,” you warn, immersing yourself back into the game as if nothing happened. You’ll give Mingyu a small break before you pull something a little more extreme. “Do you want something to drink? I’m gonna nip to the kitchen,” you chirp as the round ends in another win at Mingyu’s hands.

“Some orange juice would be nice,” he smiles as you get up. He’s partially expecting you to bend over or something, again, but he’s surprised when you genuinely just leave in the direction of the kitchen to grab a drink.

As you pour two glasses of orange juice, you spend a moment wondering what the next best move would be. You’ve so many options—you’re not in front of the camera anymore.

You hear Mingyu rage as he fumbles a kill. Maybe it isn’t just a coincidence that he’s been outperforming the rest of the lobby with you around; he hasn’t raged once the whole time, since he doesn’t have any reason to.

Picking up the glasses, you carefully bring them back to your shared bedroom. After entering the room, you quickly set them down on the dresser by the door, before taking a glance at Mingyu’s screen to see if he’s busy. He’s not, he’s dead, so you can do something.

“Hey, Mingyu,” you whisper. His head turns in your direction, smiling when he sees you.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you briskly take off the shirt you’re wearing, winking as his expression melts from one of happiness to one of surprise. In an attempt to hide his intention, he quickly says to the camera, “Let me just go help her, one sec.”

Mingyu’s reaction isn’t surprising. You’re wearing a new lingerie set you splurged on recently, courtesy of Ann Summers, a set you knew he’d adore. It’s the lacy thong from before, leaving very little to the imagination, and an extremely sheer push-up bra, in a dark shade of jet black. It’s a lot more fancy than other sets you’ve purchased, but the money is worth it.

In a flash, he’s in front of you, fingers pensively ghosting over the pretty lace and seams. His touch is as light as a feather, which you can’t say you were expecting—all of the taunting was supposed to elicit an angry response, one in which Mingyu is angry and unafraid to manhandle you.

This, however, is the opposite.

You watch his eyes as they glaze over, the corners of his mouth upturning in a wry smile. His fingertips complete one, final trace of your sides, the swell of your breasts, and hook into the straps, gently feeling around.

“God, I want you, bad,” he breathes, eyelids fluttering as he withdraws his touch. “I know this is an understatement, but you really know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You’re beginning to like this quiet, pouty Mingyu more.

“Well, I wanted to get you riled up, but this is even better.”

“You have no idea how tempted I am to pretend the Wi-Fi’s out or something so I can actually make good of you looking this pretty.”

You push him away with the tip of your finger, winking as you put your shirt back on. “Focus on the game, babe. Bros before hoes.”

Mingyu scowls, picking up the glasses of orange juice. “You’re well aware that I’ve never believed in that.”

You chuckle, straightening out the hem of the shirt and returning back to the camera. “I know.”

Seamlessly, he’s back to pretending for the viewers. “Are you guys seeing this?” He holds the orange juice up to the camera. “She filled it so full.” You take your seat back on his lap, making sure to take a lot of time shuffling and shifting on his lap again. “She couldn’t open the door without it spilling,” he smiles sweetly.

You turn to face him, squinting at him questioningly. “You’re so clumsy,” he adds, unable to hold back the smug smile on his face. As a small, inconsequential form of retribution, he pecks your lips quickly before turning back to the game to finish it off.

The rest of the stream passes without a hitch, and you decide to give him a rest. It’s just you, sat on his lap, calling game updates out, and him kissing you every time he clutches something up. You’ve got to give it to him, he hasn’t lost sight of the original purpose: putting the viewers in their place. Compared to the other times he’s had you with him while gaming, the displays of affection are much more, but still soft and gentle, subtle enough not to put the viewers off.

However, you think, it’s nothing compared to away from the camera.

When the game finishes, Mingyu cheers happily, leaning back in the chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment, hands still holding your hips. “That game was so much better than I was thinking.”

“Thought you were going to flop, but you got match MVP, huh? You’re just better,” you shrug simply.

“I really am.” His response is simple, but you can tell how good he’s feeling just from that win. “One more game,” Mingyu shrugs to the camera, queuing in the game again.

You don’t blame him for choosing to play another game. In an ideal situation, he’d stop the stream and fuck you senseless, but that would seem kind of fishy. When he’s clearly all over you, and his streams usually last two hours, the forty minutes would seem strange. Some people would end up putting two and two together; Mingyu has his limits on what people talk about.

Regardless, you take your mind off teasing him for the next two games, immersing yourself in the gameplay, doing your best to help Mingyu win. The next games don’t go as smoothly as the first, but they’re still a lot better than usual, so you’re beginning to think that you’re actually affecting something. While that’s unlikely, you still let it inflate your ego.

Mingyu only gets sweeter during the stream, too. You feel every one of his lingering touches on your hips, stomach, arms, how he brushes your hair away so he can get a better view, the way he rests his chin on your shoulder. Part of you begins to feel bad that you’ve been mercilessly teasing him this whole time since he’s being so sweet and patient to you now, but you still know he likes it.

The next games pass quickly, and before you know it, Mingyu is waving goodbye to the stream, and you’re blowing little kisses to the camera. As you sense the closing music coming to an end, you watch as Mingyu clicks ‘Stop Streaming’ on the software, before taking a long, deep breath and leaning back in his chair.

You get up quickly, walking over to his bed behind you, and sitting on it, cross-legged. Following a moment’s consideration, Mingyu gets up, practically ripping off his shirt as he saunters over to you.

You’re sure that Mingyu’s supposed to be the flustered one, but the sight of Mingyu’s abs and defined torso has you swallowing nervously. You stand up to match his height. He does nothing but stare into your eyes for a moment.

Without a word, his fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, and you lift your arms as he tugs up, making it easier for him to take it off. He’s equally as dumbfounded as before, eyes blank as he stares at your beautiful lingerie, taking his time to engrave the picture in his head.

“When did you buy this?” Mingyu whispers softly, awestruck. “You look gorgeous.”

You scrunch your nose, slightly confused but welcoming the question. “Like a week ago. I got it ‘cause I knew you’d dig it but didn’t find the right time to, uh, show you— okay, cut the bullshit, Gyu, are you not mad I teased you so much?”

“I was, for a second,” he starts, considering his own words. His fingers work quickly to pull the skirt off you. “Part of me really did just want to fuck that attitude out of you. Then, I thought about it. When people have girlfriends as pretty as you, they should take their time. And that’s what I’m going to do to you. Plus, wouldn’t it be a shame if you spent all of this time picking up and buying racy little bras like this then I ripped it off in a second?”

You’re astonished that he’s even thought that far. Regardless of his response, you weren’t going to be too fussed if he did just strip you immediately, but you’re loving how he’s actually taking his time to look at you.

His large hands, once again, take their place on either hip and guide you down onto his bed, and before you know it, you’re laying on your back with a satisfied Mingyu looking down at you. You can’t help but remain in disbelief at how he’s so calm, so composed. You recall numerous times where he’s roughly fucked the frustration out, coming quickly before fingering you in the shower to get you off. This isn’t the same. And you’re loving it.

Mingyu leans down to kiss you, but you stop him, pressing the tip of your finger to his chest. He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, and quickly complies after you ask him to take his joggers off. With that, he’s left in nothing but a pair of dark boxers, and you let him kiss you this time, his entire frame practically caging you.

His kisses are slow. They’re soft and loving, honeyed by his intent to be slow with you. The first few are gentle pecks, but it quickly morphs into a gentle make-out, with his hands roaming all over you.

You don’t miss how he grinds his hips into your clothed pussy. Your thighs spread further the more he touches you, unfortunately clenching around nothing, and you smirk slightly into his kiss once you feel how fast his heart is beating. Once you feel his heart beating subtly under your palm, you can’t help but keep your hand fixed there, enamoured by his body’s reaction to just… being with you.

“W— what, what’s with the— the hand,” Mingyu stutters, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise, mouth forming a little ‘o’. Despite pulling his lips away from yours, he’s still mere millimetres away from you, not even to mention how one of his hands is holding the small of your back, the other snaking around the back of your thigh to hold your leg around his waist.

You smile, glancing at his eyes before planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “It’s just cute, babe. How your heart’s going so fast, I mean.”

“Don’t call me cute when we’re having sex,” he pouts, “I’m supposed to be in charge, here.”

“You are? Last I checked, you were frowning and kissing me because I looked too pretty for your little head to handle.”

“Tease me again and you’re fucking yourself, and I’m going to sit back and let you do it all. You don’t act like it, but you want my dick just as much as I love your pussy.”

You stick your tongue out slightly, leaning in and bumping your forehead into his gently. Your hand moves from his chest, down his back and onto his ass, giving it a good squeeze. “I’d like to see you try,” you smirk, holding eye-contact as you keep a firm grip on his surprisingly soft flesh.

“Sure.” Is all he responds before he resumes kissing you, deciding to finally get rid of the final layers of fabric covering you. It’s only a few seconds before his fingers have slipped off your bra and panties, and he tosses them carelessly onto the ground. His fingertips reach down to your pussy, circling your clit slightly, before hesitantly pushing two inside you. They go in surprisingly easily, but there’s not enough time for you to adjust. He swiftly pulls both fingers out, smiling at you before reaching into his nightstand and pulling out a condom.

“You thought, didn’t you?” Mingyu smiles, briefly glancing up at you as he’s opening the package. Cheeky little shit. “I didn’t think you’d be that wet already, though, I guess being touched by me for hours on end works wonders for your mind.”

“No shit,” you huff, watching his fingers simultaneously work off his boxers and the condom out of the wrapper. Before long, he’s rolled it over his long, throbbing erection, and you can’t help but stare. You’ve taken him too many times to count, but that excitement inside of you bubbles up all the same, every single time.

As he smoothly enters you, you watch the expression on his face morph from excited anticipation to unbridled bliss. He’s always been vocal about how much he loves fucking you, whether it’s your face, your words, or just how perfectly you seem to take his cock.

Mingyu’s pace is slightly faster than normal, but it’s still not fast enough to match that rage-filled, orgasm-chasing kind of sex you’ve had before. You like watching his face contort as the pleasure in him builds the more he pushes in and out of your pussy, not even to mention how the muscles on his back ripple every time he fucks into you. If there’s one feature of his you have to pick out, it’d be his stamina, the way he seems to be able to fuck for forever.

You don’t miss the way he sneaks one arm around your waist, gripping it tightly and lifting it up just a little. You’ve always loved raising your waist slightly when he fucks you, since it feels to feel ten times better, and combined with how he sounds, you’re sure you’ll come in no time.

“Shit,” he grunts, swallowing slightly, “I fucking love how your pussy swallows me so well.” He grimaces before letting out a guttural groan, and you can’t help but feel even more turned on by that.

“Oh, I know, baby, I know,” you moan, fingernails digging into the unyielding flesh of his shoulders. You can’t help it, not when he’s making you feel this good, not when you feel like you’re going to orgasm already. He’s close, too, you can tell, as you watch his forehead turn slick with the effort of repeatedly pushing his cock into your pussy.

Maybe he’s more desperate to come than you think. He’s going fast and hard, with no intention of slowing down or stopping in sight.

For a little while, you let him fuck you in silence, enjoying how his breaths become long and deep, ragged and frequent, as he gets so painfully close to coming. Before you know it, his body is slowing to a stop as a string of unfiltered groans leave his mouth, filling up his condom quickly, trying to keep himself coming for as long as he can possibly tolerate.

Wincing, he quickly pulls out, taking off his condom and throwing it in the trash, modestly covering it with stray wrappers.

“You really were serious, huh, Gyu?” you smirk up at him, trying not to show how frustrated you are from being denied your orgasm.

“You thought I wasn’t? Oh, babe, if you want to come now, you’re going to have to do it yourself. Without my cock,” he smiles innocently, ruffling his hair, which is messy from moving around so much.

You stand up, grabbing him by the shoulders, pushing him under you. You straddle his upper thighs harshly, making sure to clamp down a little harder than usual.

Then, you say something you know he can’t resist.

Leaning down, you whisper in his ear, “Let me use your cock, and I’ll let you come in me.”

When you pull away, you watch his face carefully. He does nothing but meet your eyes, tonguing the inside of his cheek slowly before frowning in consideration.

“I mean, when you put it like that…” he winces, almost mad at himself for even considering going back on his own word. “Come on. You can’t even blame me if I actually agreed to that.”

“Exactly, I can’t,” you flutter, smiling wide. “Your call, baby.”

With a long, deep breath, Mingyu closes his eyes, before opening them again and looking you straight in the eye. “Nope. I may have given in every, single other time, but you’ve been too cocky this time. You don’t win over me every time, hun.”

“Wow.” You smile, slightly dismayed that you won’t be riding his dick anytime soon, but strangely proud that he stuck to his word. “Good on you, Gyu.”

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Eric pic dump cause that’s my Manx

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summeric · 2 years

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FEELINGS | JAEHYUN

SUMMARY. After many failed first dates, Jaehyun decides to take matters into his own hands and teach you how they work and what you should do to guarantee yourself a second date. But of course, this is just a plan that’s set up for failure.

— or, alternatively: Jaehyun is just trying to help you meet new people and fall in love, but he didn’t quite think too far when he finds himself falling in love with you.

GENRE. fluff | slight angst | f2l!au | fake dating!au

WORD COUNT. 11.6k+ words

author’s note. sorry for the long wait! happy reading~

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summeric · 2 years

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[17:56] “y/n,” mark touches a kiss to your lips. his mouth lingering all over your skin as he breathes in your scent, his eyes closed and his brows lightly knit, “oh god,” the both of your breaths grew heavy when he pressed another kiss to your ear, getting lost in the feeling of his aura surrounding your own until you felt something drop onto your skin, opening your eyes to see tears running down marks face.

i love her i love her i love her i love her

you grew worried, tilting your head a little bit and mark feels like he’s gonna pass out when your eyes go round and lips pout, “mark—..” no, having you next to him, here, sitting on his lap is not enough. he needs more, he craves more. he wants to merge your souls into one. “why are you crying? what’s wrong?”

he gulps, biting down on his lower lip when he comes to the realisation of why he is crying during the most intimate moment he’s ever experienced. “because my heart can’t contain it.”

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summeric · 2 years

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checkmate

Pairing: Jaehyun / You Genre: one shot, secret agent!au, enemies to friends with benefits!au Rating: M Warnings: fingering, protected sex, unprotected sex, bondage, oral (f. and m. receiving), multiple orgasms. also, some violence and guns in the action scenes. Word count: 16.8k Summary: You and Jaehyun have agreed to keep your relationship strictly physical, promising to not fall in love with each other. But things become complicated when feelings start to get in the way.

PRESENT DAY

Jaehyun is sat on the floor of his bedroom, mindlessly rotating the basketball that’s balanced on his index finger. He tries to let it stay atop for as long as he can, watching it spin rapidly. When it finally lands back down, he decides to throw the ball, watching it bounce smoothly on the white wall before catching it.

“Hey. What’s going on with you?” Doyoung asks, leaning against the door with folded arms.

“Nothing,” Jaehyun says, not bothering to look at his best friend.

He scoffs. “You sure about that? Yuta told me you were off your game when you sparred with him yesterday.”

Jaehyun grips the ball tightly before tossing it to the wall with a bit more force this time. “Yuta can go to hell.”

“So it’s true. Something’s bothering you.” Closing the door, Doyoung plops on the carpeted floor and sits beside him. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Nope.”

Doyoung has a contemplative expression on his face, his brows pinching with worry. “This about your girlfriend?”

“Y/N’s not my girlfriend.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, your fuck buddy. So, what happened? You guys stopped sleeping with each other or something?”

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summeric · 2 years

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hello, i’m the anon that sent in the best friends dad request, i really like the idea of renjun almost catching you. but i really have no preferences, so please go ahead and write whatever you want, because i believe you will turn it into a masterpiece

best friend's dad (pt.3)

pt.1 pt.2

“more “best friends dad” but write it however you like. thank you and congrats for 2000!!!” thank you for the 2k wish! also AAAHHH anon i wanted to do work meeting so bad, but i used rather the almost-catching-you set-up, which made me melt into mush so if y’all want another part (regarding the work meeting) i’ll see what i can do lol

warnings: dilf!jaehyun, dom!jaehyun, bit of daddy kink, no foreplay lol except for one finger, sort of somnophilia (reader wakes up pretty early into it), doggy, spooning sex, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism

word count: 1.8k

N**SFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

“knock knock, earth to (y/n), what’s up with you today?” renjun frowns at the airport, snapping periodically at your face since you were almost always caught in a daze. this time seems to be worse, seeing as you never stopped spacing out even after welcoming him at the arrival gates.

“ahh… it’s fine. was just stressed about the approaching exams i guess,” renjun didn’t look convinced, rather more motivated that he takes the chance to invite you to a study session among many others. it was normal for you, but now having fucked his dad twice? you were on edge. the other suggests grabbing something to eat before you can think, though, complimenting the food he missed here and how it couldn’t compare to airplane food.

if jaehyun was any affected by your presence in the third week where renjun’s finally returned, he doesn’t show it one bit, greeting the both of you with a quiet wave while his eyes stay rooted to the meeting he was on. to the side, he writes down the notes that his boss was giving him, nodding along to the details. renjun just beckoned you over with a wave of his hand, glancing longingly at the older man before disappearing into his room.

coaching your friend on everything he’s missed out on was easy, considering you were the one who got accepted halfway into a school year, but even renjun couldn’t get behind your explanation the went in loops, clearly distracted from something bigger than just your exams. “hey, you sure you’re good? i can just ask someone to catch up with me, ya know?”

you pout teasingly, “already giving me up? didn’t know you were that kind of man.”

renjun only rolls his eyes, shoving you before gathering up his papers that had your incoherent scribbles on it. “c’mon, use my bed to sleep. i’ll go get something light to eat and then i’ll sleep with you.” despite knowing what renjun meant, you still pull a face at the phrase, prompting another violent shove from the male before letting out a small thanks escape, already feeling tired from the early airport pick-up that you lose yourself to slumber easily.

jaehyun’s surprised to hear that his son’s room is extremely quiet after a kitchen raid from said boy, ending the call with a heavy sigh and a glance toward the paper filled with messy notes of the important meeting. softly walking up the stairs, he lets out a soft smile when he sees the both of you napping on the bed, an inch from the other.

it reminds him of the time when you were kids, so young where renjun was unsure of whether his dad was okay, where his dad was slowly healing from the infidelity of his old girlfriend. with the help of you who’d befriended renjun, that friendship managed to stay on even to university.

an unwanted memory cuts through his thoughts, suddenly recalling the dangerous, risky escapades with him. your perfect mouth wrapped around him, your lips whining out his name like a mantra. he soon realises he’s not the only one, seeing as you’re wiggling gently in the bed. with one move of your leg, your dress rides up your thigh, displaying your clothed pussy lips for him like it’s a free show.

fuck. should he be really doing this?

jaehyun wastes no time to walk over to your side of the bed, trailing a hesitant finger over your folds that’s already made a damp spot on your panties. it’s like he’s doing exactly like he is in your ‘dream’, letting out quiet moans at the contact. it only spurs him on, so much so that you don’t notice you’re rousing from your sleep.

“mmhm, mr. jung?” you’re going to be safe, just in case.

jaehyun hums, pleased from your conscious state, not bothering to even spare his son a gaze. “not my name, baby. tell me, what were you dreaming about?” you give one last glance to renjun, who’s always in deep sleep before you let out a small mewl at the teasing tone he had.

“n’thing, daddy.” the other coos, prodding at your hole through your underwear that you sensitively jolt and gasp at the feeling before slipping the fabric to the side.

“are you sure?” with your slick, he easily slips a finger in, hand flying up to contain your moans that’s managed to escape. panicking, you look toward renjun, only to find him still sleeping peacefully as the other starts to move his finger.

“o-oh… jaehyun…” you cry out softly, head buried into the pillow to hide your lewd face where jaehyun enjoys your dilemma, laughing even, as your hips push back shamelessly onto him but your sounds are nowhere to be heard. the stimulation stops for a while, leaving you to clench around nothing while your ears perk up at the rustling coming from behind you.

your mouth drops open when he eases his cock inside in a silent gasp, not even sure when he’s taken it out as your head whips back to face him. now you’re really alarmed, anxiety bubbling in your stomach that churns uncomfortably due to his length that’s currently in you. you can’t deny how it feels the same as always, dragging along your walls that you can feel every vein on his fat cock.

“your pussy’s just right for me, sweetheart, fuck,” jaehyun grunts, a hand on your thigh to ground him as he starts his painfully slow thrusts, causing your body to rock back and forth on his son’s sheets and biting your finger to the point of bleeding to contain your whimpers. even though that, it strangely turns you on, giving you a thrill similar to the first time he’s fingered you while renjun sleeps beside you on the sofa.

“g-go faster, please,” you admit to yourself, losing yourself to pleasure that you can’t even think of facing renjun until you get your high. “wan’ your cock deeper, too.”

jaehyun coos, running the back of his hand down your cheek lovingly until he decides to get into bed with you, pulling renjun’s duvet over the two of you so he’d be hidden. this position allows him to get deeper, focused on the way that his shaft goes in and out of you below him. “do you want us to get caught, baby? better shut it if you- oh.”

he grins, “you think i can’t feel you squeezing me? ya excited to get caught, is that it?” you’re not even sure what comes out of your mouth when you answer, brain turned to mush and faintly making out how your juices coat his cock. his pace’s increased by now, pelvis meeting your ass more frequently as he thrusts into you, gradually and surely losing himself to your cunt.

with a sneaky hand over your body, he caresses your nipples over your dress, pulling both it and your bra down to gain better access. he switches between rolling your bud in between his fingers and kneading them, eager to feel you close to him. until-

“ugh, what time is it?”

with a shaky hand, you pat jaehyun to stop for a bit, swallowing when renjun squints his eyes at the bright light above him. barely awake, but he’s able to make out your face.

“(y/n)? are you okay?” renjun yawns, turning over to check the time on his phone before sighing, “you look all flustered. are you sick?” you shake your head quickly just as a whimper comes out, panic settling in your bones at how jaehyun moves in and out of you from behind you. “you sure? i can… go get some Advil if you want-”

oh my god, oh my god, it feels so fucking good, and yet you have to remain neutral. the need to cry out his father’s name is so tempting that you can feel it bubbling up from your throat.

“no! uhm- it’s fine, renjun,” you offer a half-smile, stalling your breathing because renjun could be observant at times. it was just god’s will that the man was undeniably clueless only when he wakes up, sometimes even dropping right back to sleep. he does that, but not before shooting you a worried expression. your half-smile morphs into pleasure once again as the other closes his eyes, turning around right after to get into a more comfortable position.

jaehyun laughs into your neck, “close call, hm?”

“hah… ah-” you don’t have it in you to scold him when his pace goes back to what once was, fucking his cock into you with the speed of an animal. with renjun now turned the other way, jaehyun’s a bit more ambitious, brushing off the duvet with a swift hand and standing up to plant his feet on the floor. he gives you no time to adjust, forcing you onto your hands and knees with an arm until you’re almost hovering over the younger.

“c’mon, i wanna hear you.”

“b-but, renjun…”

the other leans forward to place a kiss on the back of your neck, “s’okay darling, just focus on your pleasure.”

your protest is cut off by a sharp thrust right to your cervix, where the tip brushes against it so snugly that you can’t help but let a moan escape. jaehyun works to get those same sounds out of you, the clear thrill shown in the way you’re continuing to leak. a hand to your clit seems to do the job, making you twitch at the feeling as it combines with the movement of his hips.

“oh my g-god,” you whine, clutching desperately at his forearm, taken over by pleasure that you can’t make out anything but the wet, lewd sounds in between your legs.

“you’re so wet, so so wet, just f’r me,” jaehyun breathlessly says, rutting into you until you announce that you’re close, hands finding purchase in the sheets below you as the squelching sounds become louder and louder.

“oh- fuck! daddy, i-i wanna cum, wanna make a mess all over you-” jaehyun groans at your pleas, amplified by how your juices, with his pre-cum has made a translucent white ring around the base of his dick. he's deeper than you can imagine now, buried so much inside you until he brushes up against that one spot again.

“cum.” the single command sounded out in between groans has you seeing stars, white until you're gushing around him. all the while your body’s convulsing around his dick that it sends you to nirvana with his name repeated countless times.

jaehyun isn’t too far behind as he removes his length, pumping it as he cums right after you onto your back. when he leans forward for a kiss, you’re oblivious to how renjun is panting heavily, briefly meeting his dad’s eyes that the older flashes a smirk before capturing your lips selfishly, swallowing your pleads that he should cum inside next time, a promise that he'd fulfil the next time.

it was just up to renjun whether he would join, or not.

a/n: no, renjun doesn't have a crush on reader (jae isn't an asshole), but hearing her might've just changed that... 👀

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can someone please help me find this fic. I’ve been searching for it all day😩

sooooo this is what i remember from it, it might not all be correct though. i think it’s a jaemin smut, and it starts off with mark and y/n together getting ready for a party or a gathering of some sort. jaemin and y/n end up sleeping together, and then carry on hooking up after that. finishes with jaemin asking y/n to be his girlfriend or something.

if you know a fic that’s even remotely similar please let me know because it’s been on my mind all day and i can’t find it and it’s really frustrating !! thanks in advance hehe :D

#nct #nct dream #jaemin #na jaemin #nct jaemin #nct smut #nct fluff #jaemin smut #jaemin fluff #nct x reader #jaemin x reader

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summeric · 3 years

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by the window | na jaemin [M]

summary ⇾ after witnessing a particularly erotic scene of a couple from the apartment across from yours, you find yourself unable to erase the thoughts of being taken the same way that woman did by your own boyfriend—against the window, bare for everyone on the street below to see

PAIRING // na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRE // fluff, mostly explicit smut, unrealistic portrayal of idol!au tbh

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral (m&f receiving), breeding kink, degradation, choking, fingering, dirty talk, hair pulling, exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple orgasms (f), creampie, spanking and a lot more i can't possibly list, basically pwp, absolutely filthy, overuse of the petnames princess & baby lol

WORD COUNT // 10.1k

AUTHOR'S NOTE // i haven't written smut in like a year so just bear with me here. also, don't let the word count fool you, this is mostly explicit content with no plot or characterisation whatsoever lmao. i also want to apologise for how long this is, i got carried away while writing. this is my first work on this blog so pls drop a like or reblog, thank you, enjoy <3

It's the middle of February. The sun had just disappeared below the horizon, leaving you to stare out your apartment window to look at the darkness that had befallen the city. Although the sun is no longer visible, the city is still buzzing with life, and the streets are flooded with pedestrians. It's apparent by the way some of them walk that they have grown weary of the long day they just had and want nothing more than to return home and rest.

You'd like to think that Jaemin is amongst the swarm of people speedily walking, but you know his job rarely ever allows him to come back home at the same time most people usually finish their work. When you had first started dating him, you occasionally wondered to yourself whether you would've been better off with somebody with a more ordinary job instead, but your love for Jaemin far outweighed those troubling thoughts.

As you retreat to your bedroom, you pause at the doorway to stare at your king-sized bed. From where you stand, the bed looks oddly large without Jaemin occupying the space. His presence alone can make your apartment feel so warm and homely.

As you shrug off your robe to reveal the nightgown you're wearing underneath, your eyes move to the glass window across from the bed, catching subtle movements from one of the windows in the apartment building opposite yours. You peek through the sheer curtain to get a better look and gasp aloud when you finally comprehend the situation.

A naked woman pressed against a window, her breasts bare for everyone walking out on the streets below to see. If anyone looks up, they would be able to see the man driving into the woman's sex from behind, his mouth caressing her ear as he whispers to her what you would assume are either praises or degradations.

The sight, although somewhat alarming, sends a bolt of heat right down to your core, and you find yourself gripping onto the window curtain just a little tighter. You were never one into exhibitionism, but the thought of being in the woman's place with Jaemin thrusting into you from behind was... exhilarating to say the least.

You know you should turn away. You feel shameful for invading someone's privacy like that, but your curiosity surpasses the guilt bubbling inside of you, and you find yourself watching for a little longer, unable to wrench your gaze away from the couple even if you wanted to.

Your eyes widen when one of the man's hands shifts from the woman's waist up to her breast before finally settling around her neck, squeezing. The woman gasps, her legs squeezing tighter at the sudden lack of air. Tears are cascading down her face, evident by the lines of mascara staining her cheeks.

The warmth between your legs feels even more fervent as time passes, accompanied by the peculiar sensation of the dampness that is slowly accumulating in your underwear. God, how long has it been since Jaemin fucked you that way? When was the last time he had his way with you like that? It felt like so long ago, especially since you haven't seen him much due to his group's comeback and hectic schedule.

You can almost imagine the sound of the man's hips slamming furiously against the woman's, can almost hear the desperate noises that slips past her swollen lips as she chases her high. She's almost there, judging by her shaking thighs and curled toes. One little push is all she needs to come tumbling down.

Absorbed in the lewd scene unfolding in front of you, you almost miss the sound of the front door shutting close. Footsteps can be heard as the person makes their way across the living room. Despite that, your eyes stay glued on the couple, wanting nothing more than to watch them finish together.

The man's hand has now travelled between her thighs, rubbing fervently on the bundle of nerves between her legs. Her breath fogs up the glass as she screams, overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation from his fingers. Just a little more, just a little longer.

The bedroom door creaks open behind you, and you turn to find Jaemin standing in the doorway, staring curiously at you. Your boyfriend greets you with a tired smile as he walks in, clad in his beloved mint hoodie and grey sweatpants with a backpack slung over his right shoulder.

He finds it unusual that instead of greeting him, you rush over to cover the sheer curtains with the silk curtains that allow you to have complete privacy from the outside world, or in this case, let the people outside have privacy over your wandering eyes. He notes the way you stand with your back facing him for a couple of seconds before finally swivelling around on your heels to smile at him.

As you approach him, Jaemin also notes the rapid rise and fall of your chest and the rosy flush of your cheeks. To put it simply, it looks as if you had just been thoroughly fucked, and the thought of you touching yourself while he was gone sent blood rushing down to his crotch.

"Hey, you're home earlier than usual." You peck his lips, grabbing his bag from his shoulder to set it down on the chair. "You cleaned up at the company?" you ask as you comb your fingers through his damp, dark hair.

Jaemin responds with a nod before sitting down on the edge of the bed, still watching you inquisitively. You can't help but let your eyes rake over his delectable figure. Your insides are still boiling from the passionate incident you just witnessed, and the heady scent of your lover isn't helping at all.

"What were you doing before I got home?" he questions. There is no malice or mistrust in his voice, but the teasing edge in his tone has you worried that he might've seen what you had seen, and he is now testing you.

Afraid your face would betray you, you walk to your vanity table in hopes of being able to speak while keeping your face concealed from him. Jaemin is awfully attentive, and he knows you like the back of his hand, so it would take a miracle for you to be able to go through without raising any alarm.

"Well, I took a bubble bath and then had the leftover Chinese for dinner, then I washed the dishes and watched TV," you recount, managing to leave out what you had seen just before he came home. The image of the couple flashes briefly in your mind, and you inhale sharply to suppress the inappropriate thought.

You hear shuffling behind you and look up at the mirror, only to see Jaemin taking off his hoodie, revealing the white shirt he is wearing underneath that does nothing to hide the outline of his lean torso and broad shoulders. You briskly look away, willing your raging hormones to calm down.

"I had such a long day," Jaemin speaks, yawning. You hear him stand, making his way to you. "Can't remember the last time I was home this early." Slipping his arms around your waist from behind, he pulls you flush against his front.

You swallow when you feel his lips brush against your earlobe, his hot breath fanning across your cheekbone. You catch his eyes through the mirror, blinking when he flashes you an innocent smile. He kisses your temple once before pulling away, leaving you feeling dizzy at the fleeting contact.

"W-what are you doing?" you stutter out when he suddenly parts the curtains, peering outside of the window. You watch in horror as he continues to stare outside, anxious at the thought that the couple from before might still be there.

"I was hoping we could go out for a walk or something, but I'm just so tired."

To your astonishment, Jaemin lets go of the curtain and nonchalantly walks to his bag to take out his phone. You keep your eyes trained on his back as you ponder about whether he saw the couple at all. Jaemin proceeds to go to his side of the bed before plopping down with his phone in hand. He releases a sigh as he closes his eyes.

Gingerly walking to the bed, you lie down beside him, mind still feeling like a jumbled mess. You almost flinch when Jaemin suddenly turns to his side to sling an arm around your middle. "It's okay, Nana, we can go some other time. We have all the time in the world," you mumble, gulping when you realise his close proximity.

His eyes flutter open, making your breath hitch in your throat at how dark and beautiful they are. He has an expression on his face that you have seldom seen before. You can't help but glance down at his plump lips, noticing he is smiling, obviously quite amused at something.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

He shrugs as he let his hands roam down to your thigh, squeezing the flesh there momentarily before maintaining its previous position on the curve of your waist. Everything about him is slowly driving you crazy, you're sure of it. From the subtle scent of his citrus body mist to the way his black hair frames his delicate face, everything feels so surreal when it comes to Jaemin.

"Go to sleep now," you urge him as you brush his cheek with your thumb. "I'll be here when you wake up." With that, you twist your body to turn off the night light on the bedside table.

"Night, baby," he murmurs drowsily.

Minutes pass as you both lie motionless in the dark. Jaemin's breathing has evened out on your back, indicating that he has fallen asleep. You, on the other hand, find it a challenge to sleep after what you saw. Your body is yearning for your lover's touch, but you know better than to wake him up after a long day of work. It would be selfish to disturb him during his resting time.

Clenching your thighs together, you hope to at least find some relief from the pressure, but it seems as though the only way to alleviate your neediness would be to reach release. However, that doesn't seem very likely, considering you sincerely don't want to wake Jaemin from his slumber with your movements and sounds.

A few more minutes pass with you debating internally about your next course of action. With a frustrated sigh, you let your hand drift down between your legs, freezing when you feel Jaemin's arm tighten around your waist. You crane your head to look behind you, relieved to see that Jaemin is still peacefully sleeping.

Lifting one of your knees slightly, you let your hand cup your mound through your underwear. You need more, though, so you push your underwear to the side to let your cool fingers come in contact with your bare heat. You sigh when you begin to rub at your slick folds, feeling instant relief from the much-needed friction.

It isn't long after that you begin to gasp quietly every few seconds, unable to attempt to hide the pleasure coursing through your body. Biting your lip, you press two fingers inside, eyes scrunching shut at the sudden fullness. Slowly as to not make too much movement, you pump your digits in and out. It feels so good, but it's nothing compared to what Jaemin can make you feel with his fingers.

Your legs begin to shake at the impending orgasm. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, beating fast and loud as you chase your release. It's so close, yet so far away somehow. You need something—just a little push. God, you're so so close.

"Baby," Jaemin's raspy voice is the first thing you hear before the night light on his side of the bed is turned on.

You screech, mortified at the fact that he had caught you touching yourself. Before you can pull your digits out, though, Jaemin grabs your wrist, preventing you from moving it at all. "J-Jaemin," you whisper, face flushing. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it—"

He interrupts you mid-sentence with a click of his tongue. Shuffling closer, he presses a kiss to the spot on your neck that never fails to pull a whine out of you. "You were just getting there, weren't you? Why don't you continue for me, hm? I want to watch."

"I didn't mean to wake you up—"

"You can make it up to me by continuing. Please?"

"You w-want to watch me touch myself?"

He replies with a hum, nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck, occasionally licking at the skin there.

Gulping hard, you resume your movement from before, now with the gentle guide of Jaemin's hand around your wrist. You press your mouth against the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds slipping past your lips.

Letting go of your wrist, he pushes you onto your back, forcing you to face the ceiling. "I want to hear you, baby, don't hold it in. Let it out for me."

You manage to pry your eyes open just slightly, wanting to look at Jaemin's face as you touch yourself. When your eyes connect with his, your legs clench shut as you moan. "Jaemin," you breathlessly speak.

He smiles knowingly. "I'm right here, keep going," he whispers, pulling at one of your knees, urging your legs to stay spread apart.

You feel Jaemin push your nightgown up until it bunches around just underneath your breasts. His hand slips underneath the flimsy fabric, his fingers making contact with your nipple.

He pinches once, watching in amusement as your back arches at the pleasurable pain. "Curl your fingers like how I usually do it," he instructs, eyes locked on the frantic motion of the hand between your legs.

Complying to his request, it doesn't take you long to find that spot within you that has you writhing in your spot, legs threatening to close at the newfound sensation. The side of Jaemin's knee stays pressed against your right thigh, securing your leg to the bed, leaving you unable to close your legs even if you tried.

"O-oh, oh, fuck," you breathe out as you cease the movement of your fingers to press your palm against your slit. One look at Jaemin has you resuming on gliding your slick fingers in and out again. You feel slightly frustrated, though, knowing your fingers are nowhere near as long as your boyfriend's and can't reach the places he can with perfect ease.

"I-I think I'm—"

Jaemin doesn't let you finish your sentence, gripping at your chin and pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss, brushing his tongue against your bottom lip. It's exactly what you need to stumble over the edge, letting the blinding pleasure consume you whole.

You reluctantly pull away from the kiss to suck in a breath of air, feeling as though you can't get enough air into your lungs as you crumble under Jaemin's watchful gaze. Your free hand clutches at his white shirt, crumpling it in your fist as a whine escapes past your lips. It's only when the pleasure has subsided that you notice the gentle brush of his fingers on your arm, coaxing you to come back to him.

"I'm sorry I woke you up." These are the first words you utter to him once you finally regain your ability to speak again. You wince when you pull your fingers out, feeling a drop of your slick drip down onto your thigh. "Let me just clean myself up."

Instead of letting you go, Jaemin pushes himself up onto his arms, hovering above your panting figure. He settles himself in between your thighs, pushing down onto your naked bottom with his hips.

"J-Jaems, you'll get your pants dirty," you warn, pushing at his chest with your clean hand, willing him to return to his previous position.

"Yeah?" he questions with a grin.

You are just about to ask what he's doing when he suddenly grabs your wrist, wrapping his mouth around your slick-coated fingers. You choke on air, taken aback by the boldness of his action. He makes sure to lick every drop of your slick before pulling away with a resounding pop.

"Nana..." you mumble, already feeling heady as you speculate how the night is going to unfold. You are suddenly painfully aware of the wicked gleam in his eyes and the outline of his stiff member in his sweatpants, nudging at your lower stomach.

He chuckles lowly. "What's got you so worked up tonight, hm, princess?"

Rolling your hips up in hopes of getting him to realise what you need, you're disappointed when he pecks your lips once before pulling away to sit back on his heels. His large hands settle on your thighs, prying them apart. He coos softly at the sight of your underwear, damp with your release, sticking to your drenched folds.

His fingers inch closer until they graze the hem of your underwear, so close to where you need him the most. You watch his eyes darken when you utter a quiet plea, trying to convince him to give in. "Answer my question first."

With an impatient huff, you tear your gaze away from his to look at the ceiling. "I just... I'm just in the mood, but I didn't want to bother you."

Jaemin blinks down at you, gaze locked on yours as he suddenly presses his thumb onto the wet patch of your panties. He drags his thumb up and down your clothed slit, watching as your eyebrows furrow in exasperation.

"That's all?" he asks, momentarily halting the languid motion of his thumb.

You nod frantically, not at all concerned about the fact that you had just lied straight to his face. All you can think about at this exact moment is his fingers and how much you want them buried inside your pulsating hole.

He retracts his hand to settle them back onto your thigh, hushing your whine of protest with his lips, kissing you so sweetly that you completely lose track of mind. You have a hunch that there is something severely wrong at this point, but Jaemin's kisses are so addictive that you completely overlook all the warning signs.

He pulls away, attaching his lips to your neck, sucking on the supple skin there to leave dark marks that will remain there for the next few days. He briefly pulls away to tug your nightgown over your head before tossing it onto the floor, leaving you in your soiled underwear. His mouth trails lower until they reach the valley of your breasts.

You tuck your chin into your chest to watch him, sucking in a deep breath when he encloses his mouth around your right nipple, only to swiftly pull away to continue his journey down south. Your fingers curl into the hair on the nape of his neck as you relish the feel of his warm breath hitting the skin of your stomach, sending shivers down your spine.

"Hurry, please," you plead, growing increasingly restless at his slow pace.

He smiles against the hem of your underwear, acknowledging your request but not complying, which only serves to aggravate you. "Don't be greedy," he scolds, pressing kisses onto the heated skin of your inner thighs.

You shake your head, lifting yourself onto your elbows so you can get a better look at him. He tilts his head to meet your eyes, keeping his mouth pressed onto your thigh. "Please, Jaems, I need your tongue," you try once again, to no avail.

"I wanna take my time with you."

Groaning, you let yourself plop back onto the bed. You mentally tell yourself that you would only have to endure Jaemin's incessant teasing just a little longer.

Without any warning, he attaches his lips to your core, dampening your panties even further with his spit. You cry out, eyes shutting at the long-awaited pressure on your core. It still isn't enough, though, so you tug at his hair, willing him to move his mouth away so you can reach down and yank your panties to the side, exposing yourself to an oddly-composed Jaemin.

He pulls your hand away from his head before you can guide his mouth back onto you. "I said I wanna take my time with-"

You abruptly sit up. "I know what you said, but I really need you, Jaems," you say, directing him to move up the bed and lie on his back. "I really need you," you repeat as you take off his white shirt, mind filled to the brim with the need to touch him.

You can't help but stare at his figure as you sit beside him on the bed, in awe of how beautiful he is as he lies there, clad in his sweatpants with a noticeable bulge straining against the thick fabric. You swallow when your eyes trace across his chiselled abs, across the plane of his taut chest and finally settling on his face. Na Jaemin is breathtaking.

"Hey," he whispers, thumb brushing against your cheek. "You went somewhere else for a sec."

Shaking your head, you finally get a hold of yourself. You kiss him hard, teeth clashing against teeth. You want him now more than ever. You reach down toward his pants, pushing at the hem. "Take it off," you mumble against his lips.

He grabs at your wrist, halting your movement. You're about to complain, but he speaks before you can say a single word. "I want you to sit on my face."

Arousal surges through you at his words. You're sure that if you aren't wearing any underwear, your slick would already be dripping down on the bed.

"I want to taste you." He grabs your hips, assisting you with positioning your legs on each side of his head.

"Oh!" you yelp when you hear an audible rip. You haven't fully comprehended what had happened before Jaemin's hands on your hips are hastily pulling you down.

You gasp, eyes widening when he slots his mouth to your core, sucking earnestly at your folds. "O-oh shit, f-fuck, fuck," you stammer out, hands blindly flailing around to grab onto something, anything. One hand settles on the headboard for balance while the other buries itself in his tousled hair.

Lost in the ecstasy, you let your eyes fall shut as you roll your head back, face parallel to the ceiling. Jaemin keeps up a moderate pace, alternating between licking bold stripes over your slit and sucking your clit.

"Oh my- fuck, I need...please." You've lost your ability to speak coherently, something that's not uncommon whenever Jaemin has his way with you. His tongue circles your entrance, not dipping in, only teasing. You tighten your grip on his hair, letting out a breathless plea.

It's only when he hums and the vibration from his mouth travels through your trembling form that you finally loll your head forward to look down at him, hips bucking in reflex when you meet his darkened gaze. He hums disappointedly, using his hold on both of your thighs to move you away from his mouth.

You are now able to see the lower half of his face, drenched with your wetness. He presses gentle kisses onto your inner thigh, but you are barely able to register it before he is pressing his fingers onto your core, running his fingertips over your folds, spreading it apart with two fingers so he can see what's hidden underneath.

He coos quietly, eyes trained onto your core. "Everything about you is so pretty, you know that, right?" It's a rhetorical question because as soon as he asks it, he's pushing his index finger into your hole, smirking when he feels your walls clench around it. "Pretty face and an equally pretty pussy."

"Please," you beg, breathless from the feel of his finger dipping in and out of you.

"Hm? What do you need, baby?"

You shift slightly, hoping the new position would allow his digit to press against the spot inside of you that could have you seeing stars in less than a minute. He seems to notice your intention, halting his movement entirely, leaving you to whine out in protest. "Need your mouth, please."

"Oh, you don't need my fingers, then?" He's about to pull his finger out when you grip his wrist in your hand, shaking your head frantically.

"No, both your fingers and your mouth. Please, Jaemin."

He bites his lip in an attempt to contain an amused smirk. "You're going to have to be more specific, baby." He watches you hesitate for a few more seconds before resuming the in and out motion of his finger, even adding another finger in not long after.

"Y-your mouth, please." You lean forward, bringing your aching pussy closer to his inviting mouth. "I need your mouth on my pussy, Nana."

Jaemin turns his head, pressing his lips to your inner thigh as he curls his fingers inside you. He listens intently to the sweet sounds that spill out of your mouth, sounds of ecstasy that only he can pull out of you. He feels his cock harden even more at the thought of being the only one to be able to see you in this light—so obscene and needy for him.

"Please don't tease," you wail out, desperate to reach your first climax of the night.

Satisfied with your begging, he looks up at you once again before diving in and enclosing his lips around your clit, simultaneously speeding up the pace of his fingers. Your eyes clench shut at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. You feel as though you're about to combust when you force your eyes open to look down at him, finding his lust-filled eyes are already looking up at you.

"F-fuck, don't stop." Your grip in his hair tightens when he reaches up to grab at your breast with his free hand, pinching and pulling at the hardened bud with his thumb and pointer finger. "N-nana, I'm gonna cum. Please, can I cum?"

He pulls his mouth away briefly to answer. "Just a little longer, princess. You taste so fucking sweet. I should just quit my job and do this all day long, hm? What do you think about that?"

You're no longer unable to contain your moans now, letting the high-pitched sounds echo through the apartment. "Can't... can't hold it, Nana."

You're thrashing in his hold, curling and uncurling your fingers in his hair because you don't know how you can delay your climax when his fingers are nudging against your sweet spot and his tongue is lapping at your clit rapidly.

You glance down at Jaemin when you hear him groaning every few seconds. Looking over your shoulder, you realise he has pushed his sweatpants and boxer down just enough to expose his member. You widen your eyes at the sight of his cock, so pink and pretty, with pre-cum smeared all over the reddened tip. He's pumping it with his fist almost languidly as he pleasures you, and it's this sight that has you careening fast toward your oncoming climax.

"Fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum, 'm gonna-" you've barely warned him before you're abruptly reaching your peak, crying out as you lock eyes with Jaemin who's eyes hold nothing but affection and filthy promises. He's lapping at your slit, savouring the taste of your juice on his tongue.

Jaemin stops the movement of his hand on his cock, squeezing it at the base instead to stop himself from cumming to your lovely sounds. He helps you through your orgasm, pulling his fingers out to lap at your slit with his tongue, relishing the taste of the sweet nectar trickling past your hole.

You're rolling your hips to the movement of his tongue, hissing at the delicious overstimulation. Jaemin's a little disappointed when you eventually roll off of him, leaning against the headboard to catch your breath.

He turns to the side to face you, making sure you're watching him before making a show of shoving his fingers into his mouth, sucking at them to clean off your slick. You squeeze your thighs together, having already recovered from your orgasm. "Jaemin," you drawl out as you crawl down the bed, eyes zeroed in on his thick cock, twitching in his hand.

You settle in between his legs, knees tucked underneath you. He lets you pry his hand off his member, and watches you as you tentatively wrap your hand around it, licking your lips as you lean closer.

"What's with the look, princess? You wanna taste it?"

Glancing up at him, you nod. "Yes, can I? Please?"

"How could I refuse when you're asking so nicely?" He brushes his fingers through the strands of your hair a few times before finally gripping it for good. His grasp on your hair isn't harsh as he guides your mouth to his cock, but it stings just enough to make have you reeling with excitement.

You begin with kitten licks all over the tip, revelling in the sounds of his quiet gasps. Jaemin's a patient person but you know he's tired of your teasing when he tightens his hold in your hair, urging you to take him into your mouth. You refuse to give in, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.

He tugs on your hair hard, causing you to yelp as you look up at him. As expected, he's glaring down at you, thin lips set into a displeased frown that has you nervous and eager at the same time.

You refuse to give in so easily, though, so you keep your eyes on him as you continue licking at his tip, swirling your tongue around the precum gathered around his tip and flicking it across the dip of his slit. You trail your tongue down his shaft until you reach the base.

"Put it in your mouth, baby," he says, jaw clenching when you ignore his instruction yet again. "Hm, this is how you want to play tonight, huh? Thought you were so eager to taste me."

"You teased me too, so it's only fair if I get to do it too," you snap back with a pout, hoping it'll soften the blow just a little.

Something flashes across his eyes, and you don't have the time to decipher it before he's pushing you onto your back, letting your head dangle over the edge of the bed. You gasp when his hand wraps around your throat, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck hard enough that you know it's definitely a warning.

With his free hand, he pulls down both his sweatpants and boxer, leaving him just as naked as you are. He sits back on his heels before spreading your legs and hooking them over his thighs. "You're going to regret teasing me when I'm done with you, sweetheart."

"You deserved it."

Instead of getting angry, Jaemin only grins, but you've been with him long enough to know it's not exactly a genuine one. His eyes are taunting and for a second you question whether it had been wise to tease him at all. Well, it's far too late to contemplate it now.

You feel his fingers graze softly over your inner thigh. In your position with your head dangling over the bed, you're unable to see what he's doing with his hand, unable to predict his next move. You can barely see his face when he leans back, so you shut your eyes instead, relying on your other senses to try to predict what's going to do with you next.

"Nana!" you cry out when he suddenly pushes two fingers inside. The sudden intrusion burns so deliciously, and you find yourself bucking your hips to cope with the abrupt pleasure that's coursing through you. Jaemin doesn't tease you like thought he would, wasting no time curling his fingers and adopting a pace that's fast enough to have you cumming in a matter of minutes. "F-fuck, f-feels good. So good."

He chuckles under his breath, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth, laving his tongue over it and humming when he feels it hardening against his tongue. "I allowed you to cum all over my tongue, and this is how you repay me? I should've just went back to sleep and leave you to take care of your problem if I knew you were going to be a brat like this."

You're gasping for air, feeling dizzy from being upside down for so long. You can't find it in you to care, though, not when his fingers are driving in and out of you the way it is and the slick sound of your soaked pussy is resonating through the room so loudly.

He moves over to your other nipple, repeating the same process he did with the other nipple. The grip around your neck tightens just slightly, and you find yourself choking on air. It's hard to breathe, but you don't say anything, only moaning brokenly as you chase your high. "F-fuck, I'm cumming. N-Nana!"

Jaemin pulls his face away from your heaving chest. He wants to see your face when you reach your high. He loves to know he's the only one that can have you this way, the only one who can pull such filthy sounds out of you.

Your eyes flutter open, and you lift your head to look at Jaemin, but he pushes down on your neck. "You can cum, but you can't look at me."

It takes you a few seconds to understand what he says, but once you do, you're whining pathetically and shaking your head. "Please, Nana, I-I want to see you."

"No. This is your punishment, so take it like a good girl."

You're so close, your orgasm only a few seconds away. You want to look into his eyes, want to unravel under his hungry gaze, but you know you took your teasing a little too far and the only way to redeem yourself is by carrying out the punishment he has given you.

You can do nothing but rely on your imagination as you near your climax. You imagine his eyes trailing over your body ravenously, imagine the way his heavy cock twitches whenever your walls clamp around his fingers, sucking the digits in until they're knuckles-deep. But it's not those that push you over the edge, it's his dulcet voice, sounding dazed and raspy. It's his sweet voice that has you bucking your hips wildly, toes digging into the bed and knees pressing against his hips as you succumb to the blissful sensation. "Cum for me like a good girl and I'll fuck you until you're crying."

Jaemin gives your neck one last squeeze before dragging his hand down to your breast, squeezing and kneading at the soft flesh as you try to regain your composure. He shifts back a little, allowing you some more space on the bed. With your head now positioned properly on the bed, you stare down at him through half-lidded eyes, wincing when you feel the ache in your neck from being bent at such an awkward angle.

Jaemin chuckles when he pulls his fingers out of you, holding his hand up to show you the wetness covering his two digits, some trickling down onto his palm and knuckles. He smears it all over your thigh, ignoring your whine of protests as you try to push his hand away.

"Tired?" he asks, moving your legs off his thighs.

"A little."

"Sucks for you." You're slightly confused at his words, but don't get to dwell on it any further because Jaemin's already hauling you up and flipping you onto your hands and knees. "Cause I'm not done with you just yet, princess."

A sudden, sharp pain on your backside has you keening forward. It only occurs to you a moment later that Jaemin has just spanked you hard. His palm lands on the other cheek this time, and your elbows give out underneath you, causing you to fall face-first into the mattress. "F-fuck, Jaemin."

He strokes his hand over your spine, causing a pleasant shiver to wrack through you. "Did you think you could tease me and get away with it? I've spoiled you too much, haven't I?"

You don't answer and regret it only a second later when he slaps your ass again. "Y-Yes! I'm sorry, Nana."

He leans forward and grabs hold of your hair, tilting your head up so you're looking up at him. "You're not sorry, princess. You're a bad girl, aren't you? My little whore."

You whimper, shaking your head as tears start to blur your vision. Everything is too much, yet not enough at the same time. You love Jaemin like this, so ruthless, but you know that deep down he respects and adores you deeply. Perhaps it's the fact that his darkness only shines through when you're being intimate that makes you want him so much more. You love the fact that you can bring out the feral side of him that he would never otherwise display in his day-to-day life.

"Open," he instructs, pointing his chin at your mouth. You consider pushing your luck further, but immediately decide not to when you see his stern glare. You let your mouth fall open, lolling your tongue out for good measure. He seems pleased at your compliance, pursing his lips before spitting onto your tongue.

His spit is warm when you draw your tongue back into your mouth. You're about to swallow it when Jaemin tells you not to. "Keep it in your mouth. If I find out you've swallowed it I'm going to leave you hanging, and we both know how much of a cock slut you are for me, so don't even try."

He lets go of your hair, and you press the side of your face back down into the sheets, making sure to keep his spit in your mouth. All you can think about at this point is having his cock inside of you. You're desperate for it, and you want nothing more than for him to slide into you and pound you into the mattress.

You stiffen when you feel his shaft gliding up and down your folds, lubricating himself with your slick. The tip catches onto the hood of your clit, and the delicious press of the blunt head against your swollen bundle of nerves have you tightening your grip on the bedsheet. You want to beg him but you're afraid that his spit will dribble out of your mouth when you speak, so you resort to pushing your hips back.

A slap to your right thigh is all you need to know that he's going to do this at his own pace, and you're going to take what he gives you with no complaint. "Remember, princess, I can easily walk out of this room right now and jerk off in the bathroom." He circles the tip of his cock around your opening, pushing in just enough for you to feel the stretch. "And you'll be here all alone, trying to cum with your fingers buried in your wet pussy, but you know it's not going to be enough, because your fingers don't compare to my fingers or my cock, right, baby?"

You hum in agreement, clenching your teeth when you feel him slide halfway in. You want him to continue until he's as deep as he can possibly be and his balls are pressed against your clit. You don't care if it burns. With Jaemin, you find that the pain always blurs with pleasure and only leaves you craving for more, more, more. You'll take whatever he gives you.

"Please," you manage to mumble with a mouth full of spit, both his and yours. The thought of his spit mixing with yours has your walls clenching. Jaemin notices this and groans as he savours the tight squeeze. As he pushes the rest of himself inside of you, he can't help but think about how good you feel around him, so warm and so tight. Being buried inside of you feels like heaven for him, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life being able to sink himself into your exquisite cunt every morning, day and night.

"Fuck, baby, you're perfect." His grip on your hips are tight enough to bruise, but that's the least of your worries. "Your pussy was made for me. Fits me so well."

He starts at a slow pace, watching closely at the way his cock disappears into your drenched pussy. The view is nothing short of pornographic, and he grits his teeth to stop himself from getting too riled up too quickly. It's not his fault that you look and feel so wonderful.

He hunches forward until his front is pressed to your back and plants open-mouthed kisses on the skin of your upper back. The heat of his mouth combined with the feeling of his length plunging in and out of you has you trembling with need. You can feel the veins on his shaft grazing against your walls every time he moves.

You feel his breath fan against your ear, and can't help but cry out when a particularly hard thrust is delivered. The spit in your mouth immediately drips out of your mouth, leaking down onto the bed. It would feel disgusting if only Jaemin wasn't drilling into you with such precision that you felt as though you were ascending closer to heaven each passing second. "N-Nanaaa," you drawl, fisting the sheets on each side of your head.

The snaps of his hips against yours are hard enough to bruise. He wraps a hand around the nape of your neck, pushing the side of your face into the sheets. "Princess, is my spit still in your mouth?" he asks, and you're suddenly aware that you've had your mouth open for quite a while, and the spit that was once contained in your mouth are now seeping into the bedsheet, leaving behind a prominent, dark spot.

Jaemin's movement completely stills as you snap your mouth close. The thought of lying crosses your mind, but you know it would do you more good if you just told the truth. Besides, Jaemin most likely has seen the staining on the sheets by now. You try to twist your head so you can apologise to his face, but Jaemin's hand on the back of your neck prevents you from turning at all, so you swallow and shake your head. "I'm sorry," you mumble sheepishly, eyes trained on the wall of your bedroom. "I'm sorry, but it just felt so good, Nana."

Jaemin contemplates your apology for some time before pulling out of you, leaving you to whine at the empty feeling. Dread creeps into your stomach when he pulls away from you completely, moving away from the bed toward the curtains covering the window.

Sitting up, you wipe the side of your mouth with the back of your hand, cleaning off the drool as you watch Jaemin intently. Your eyes greedily drink in the shape of his figure. His cock, glistening and still hard, bounces against his toned stomach as he walks. The muscle of his back flexes when he rolls his shoulders, and something about the way he so casually does it has you feeling lightheaded.

"Jaems?" you call out hesitantly, unsure of what he's doing.

He grabs hold of the curtains before glancing back at you with questioning eyes. Realising his intention, you stand, dashing toward him with an alarmed expression. "Stop, wait, what are you doing? We're both naked."

He lets go of the curtains, reaching up his hands to cup your cheeks, tilting your head up so he can press his lips to yours. The kiss is tender and soft, a stark contrast to the way he had been fucking into you just moments before, and you immediately melt into him. You pull away when you feel his member poking your stomach. "Please, Nana, I need you," you mumble against his lips.

He chuckles, and you notice that it's a mocking one. "Did you really think I would forget the fact that you lied to me?"

"W-What? I didn't lie. I said I was sorry!"

One of his hands is on your ass in an instant, giving a warning squeeze. "I think we both have different things in mind, sweetheart. Do I have to remind you or can you use that cute brain of yours to figure it out yourself?"

Truth be told, you have no idea what he's referring to, so you try your hardest to remember, although it's so hard to think about anything other than having him inside of you again. Jaemin bends to latch his mouth to your neck, sucking at the sensitive spot just underneath your ear. "I don't... I don't know what you're talking about."

He reaches around you to press two fingers into your core from behind, slipping them in with ease. He's gazing down at you with a smile, but his eyes are dark and menacing. "Do I have to tell you everything, princess? Are you that drunk off my cock that you can barely remember anything?"

"N-No, Nana." You're shaking in his hold, fingers curled tightly around his arm, afraid you'd just fall onto the floor without his body to support yours. "I can remember. I can-"

"Then tell me." He's looking down at you tauntingly. He knows you don't remember. "Does my dumb, little baby need help to remember?"

You arch up against him when he brings your nipple into his mouth, tongue circling your areola. You try not to focus on his fingers or his mouth, but it's proving to be harder than you thought. "I d-don't know. I give up. Nana, I give up," you say after a while, afraid that if you take any longer, Jaemin would punish you even harder.

He pulls away from your breast with a loud pop. "Hm, should I just show you, then? Maybe that would jog your memory? Open the curtains, princess."

To say you're startled by his request would be an understatement. With his fingers no longer pushing in and out of you, you're starting to come down from the pleasurable high you were in just seconds before. One glance at the curtain has your mind spiralling back to the moment you were standing by the window just before Jaemin came.

"W-Wait... you saw..."

Jaemin turns you around forcefully, pressing himself against your back. "I said open the curtains." His tone is harsh, but the way his hands are softly caressing your hips makes it clear to you that he's asking for permission. He's giving you the green light to decline and back out if you feel uncomfortable by what he's asking of you.

The dragging of the tip of his nose against the skin behind your right ear interrupts your train of thoughts, and you turn to the side to look into his eyes. As expected, Jaemin's gaze holds a tenderness that has your stomach lurching. "Okay," you whisper as you turn back to open the curtains.

Your reflection along with Jaemin's is the first thing you see on the glass of the window. When your eyes finally focus on the scenery outside, you find yourself swallowing when you see the apartment across from yours, the one that had once been occupied by the couple shamelessly making love against the window. The curtains are still pulled back, but the couple is no longer in sight, although there is light spilling out of the crack of the bathroom door.

Looking down, your first instinct is to back away from the window, afraid that the pedestrians walking on the sidewalk would see you naked. There's anxiety bubbling inside you, but also an excitement that you've never felt before. You can't help but lick your lips at the prospect of being caught. What would that person do if they saw you? Would they look away from embarrassment? Would they keep watching?

Jaemin hears your breathing pick up and doesn't waste any time asking whether you want to stop. You only twist your head before slamming your lips onto his, pulling him into a violent kiss that has you moaning into his mouth every few seconds. You feel feverish, craving for Jaemin to fill you up once again. Running out of breath, you gently clamp your teeth onto his bottom lip and pull back. The affectionate look in his eyes is quickly replaced by something more feral.

"Put your hands against the window, baby. I need you now."

You do as he says, jutting your hips out slightly. "F-Fuck, Jaemin, please just put it in," you plead, pressing your forehead against the surface of the cool glass as Jaemin glides the tip of his cock up and down your folds.

He growls once he finally pushes in, bottoming out in one thrust. Your breath fogs the glass as you pant. "So good. Please, Nana, faster."

Jaemin's hands reach around your body to cup at your breast. Your fingers are curled into fists against the window as you lose yourself in the feeling of him pounding into you. You force your eyes open to look down at the street below, shuddering when you see passersby walking up and down the street so casually, oblivious to the fact that you were only a few floors above them, about to explode around your boyfriend's cock.

"Oh god, Jaemin!" You cry out, knees almost buckling when Jaemin thrusts into you harder. He pulls his hands away from your chest to grab both of your arms, bringing them back to use as leverage to fuck you harder. Your nipples graze the cold glass whenever Jaemin rams into your from behind, sending chills down your spine. "Jaemin, f-fuck. I'm close. So close."

He's fucking you relentlessly against the window, mouth tucked into the crook of your neck, breathing raggedly into your ear. "You lied to me, so why should I let you cum, hm?"

"P-please, can't hold it, Jaems."

It's obvious by the way your walls are pulsing around him that you're trying to hold off your orgasm. "Apologise and I might just let you cum."

You don't hesitate to plead for forgiveness, not wanting to cum without his permission. "I'm sorry for... for lying. N-Need to cum, please."

"Lying about what?"

He gathers your arms into one hand, bringing the free one around to rub circles into your clit that has you rising onto your tiptoes. You almost lose your train of thought, almost forget the fact that Jaemin's still waiting on your apology. "I'm sorry f-for lying to you about... about—"

Jaemin interrupts your sentence to deliver a sharp thrust that pulls a loud cry out of you. You know it's only a matter of seconds before you cum, so you rush through your apology, babbling your words deliriously. "Sorry for not telling you what I saw in that other apartment."

"Did you see them fucking like us, hm? Fucking like rabbits with the curtains open so everyone down on the street can see? Did you like what you see, baby?"

"Nana, I'm cumming!"

He smiles against the column of your neck, loving how desperate you become whenever he has his cock deep inside you. "Show me how she came, princess. What sounds do you think she made when she did?"

The tight coil in your stomach finally snaps, and you're suddenly thrown into a whirlwind of pleasure, head thrown back to rest on Jaemin's shoulder. You're shaking against him, eyes pressed shut as you cum so hard you see stars behind your eyelids. You're unaware you're chanting his name amid your bliss, but Jaemin can hear it loud and clear as he slows the pace of his hips, making sure to help prolong your orgasm by rubbing his fingers on your clit.

With a hum, he releases your arms from behind your back, and you immediately grab the hand between your legs, halting the motion of his fingers. Opening your eyes, you're slightly relieved to find that the apartment across from yours is still absent of the couple from before.

Jaemin lets you push yourself away from the glass, cock slipping out of you. You turn to face him, legs still trembling and threatening to give out underneath you. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist, smiling down at you fondly before pecking your lips. "Sounds like you came pretty hard. I didn't know you were into exhibitionism."

"I didn't know until today either," you mumble timidly, craning your neck to look up at him. "But you haven't cum yet."

You squeal when he suddenly slides his hands down underneath your thighs, picking you up. Your hands fly up to intertwine behind his neck while your legs wrap around his waist. He steps closer to the window, allowing it to support some of your weight.

His usually soft, brown eyes are glazed over with hunger. You can tell from the way his gaze roams over your body that he wants to ravish you and break you down until you're nothing but a sobbing mess.

It doesn't take long for the ache in between your legs to return. You're tightening your legs around him, begging him to slip back into you. Jaemin kisses you a little too long for your liking, but it's all worth it in the end when he finally reaches a hand down to align himself with your hole.

You're holding your breath as you sink down onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as you feel your walls accomodating his size. You're panting by the time you've reached the base of his cock, feeling so full as he suckles at the skin of your shoulder.

Jaemin groans when he shifts and unintentionally presses himself deeper into you. In this position, his tip is just kissing your cervix, and you moan when you feel him start to move. "Harder, f-fuck."

You lean your head back onto the window, eyes closing as Jaemin starts snapping his hips faster, filling you up so good. His nose nuzzles into your cheek. "You want me to fill you up? Want me to stuff your tight pussy with my cum, princess?"

Your skin prickles at the sound of his voice. "Cum inside, Nana, please."

"Yeah? You like it when I cum inside you? You better keep it all in, baby."

You dip your head forward to rest it against Jaemin's shoulder. "N-Nana," you purr when you look down to watch his glistening cock plunge in and out of you.

Jaemin lets go of one of your thighs, letting it drop onto the floor. You dig the ball of your foot into the ground before bucking your hips, meeting his thrusts halfway. Jaemin hisses at this, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

"Fill me up, Nana. Want you to come inside, please."

Jaemin's movement falters a little when he comprehends your words. He's close, you know it. You reach your hand up, smoothing back the hair falling over his forehead so you can look into his eyes. Before you have the chance to, though, he's capturing your lips in a kiss that has you feeling hazy.

When he pulls away, Jaemin opens his eyes to look down at you but is distracted by a movement over your head. You're surprised when your boyfriend starts snickering out of the blue, noticing his eyes are set on something behind you, something out of the window. "W-What is it? Is it the couple?"

"Mhm, wanna give 'em a show, baby? Show them how good I can make you feel?"

You make a move to turn your head, but Jaemin cups your jaw before you can, bringing your face close to his. "Keep your eyes on me, do you understand? Want you to cum to the thought of me only."

He buries his face into your neck, muttering praises into your ear as he fucks you, filling the room with sounds of your gasps and the slapping of skin against skin. There's a newfound fervour in his thrusts, you notice, but you're not complaining.

"I'm cumming," you whimper, pussy clamping around Jaemin's length as you feel yourself start to approach your high.

"You love it when people watch you, don't you? Like it when they see you being a little cum slut for me?" Jaemin grunts, thrusts faltering when he pulls back to watch you. You're moaning drunkenly as you try to hold back your orgasm, jaws slack and eyes rolling back.

His gaze then falls onto your chest, and he finds himself awestruck by the way your breasts are bouncing every time he thrusts into you. He takes one bud between his fingers, pinching and tugging it forward, earning him a piercing cry from you, who's on the verge of falling over the edge.

The sight of your face—eyebrows furrowed and drool slipping past one corner of your lip—has his balls tightening. He's growling and panting into the open air, basking in the way your wet pussy feels wrapped around his throbbing cock. "You always feel so good, princess. Always so good for me."

"P-Please, can I cum? Can't hold it."

Jaemin doesn't get the chance to answer, because he's already emptying himself inside of you, abs flexing as he paints your walls with thick, white spurts of his cum. You force your eyes to stay open as you allow your orgasm to finally wash over you, wanting to watch your lover as you both reach your high together.

Your heart is drumming against your ribcage as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your skin feels ablaze as your orgasm sweeps through you, leaving you light-headed as you take in Jaemin's state. His cheeks are flushed as he throws his head back, skin slick with sweat and shoulders littered with crescent marks from your nails digging into them. He releases a hoarse groan that has you squeezing even tighter around him, milking his cock dry.

You sob when you feel Jaemin bury himself deeper into you, forcing some of his cum to leak out of you, trickling down past his balls and onto the floor. Your insides feel so full and warm as the both of you stay in each other's embrace.

Jaemin lets go of your thigh in favour of wrapping both his arms around you, panting as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. You try to stand by your own, but your legs feel so limp so you rely on Jaemin to keep you up.

"Shit... that was..."

You nod in agreement, still breathless from your intense orgasm. You stiffen against him when a certain thought enters your mind. "Are they... still watching?"

"I don't know. Want me to look?"

You push him away by his chest, frantically turning and closing the curtains to shield yourself from any onlookers. Jaemin snickers from behind you, wrapping his arms to pull your back into his chest. "Stop being so cute or I might just have to go another round."

"Oh my god, shut up! You just made me cum three times. Give me a break."

"I don't know, baby, maybe we should give that couple another show. What do you think?"

Jaemin laughs when you only reply with a huff. The room reeks of sweat and sex, but he can't bring himself to care when he has you in his arms like this with your face glowing crimson and neck littered with purple marks.

He feels so warm inside, and can't help but think that he wants to be able to do this with you for the rest of his life. It's too soon to do anything about it, you're both too young to take another step ahead, but Jaemin knows there's no one else he would rather grow old with.

"I'm so happy, Jaems. You make me so happy."

Jaemin swears his heart is about to burst out of his chest with giddiness. "I feel the same way, princess. I love you so much, don't ever forget."

You turn your head to look at him with a shy grin. "I love you too. Now let me go pee. Your cum is still dripping out of me."

Jaemin smiles as he reluctantly lets go of you, watching your naked figure saunter away to the bathroom. It only takes one glance at your perky ass, bouncing with every step you take, to have his cock hardening again, and he's chasing you into the bathroom to have another round in the shower.

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