wonyz02

[wonyz02]

bruises | k.mg

street fighter bf!mingyu x afab!reader

established relationship, porn with some plot, minghao cameo cuz i love him, mentions of injury and blood, fighting, make up sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, one joke of mingyu being a masochist, one mention of death, creampie, oral (m receiving), skull fucking, daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, recording, cum swallowing, cum eating, praise, muscle and size kink if you squint but that’s guaranteed in a mingyu fic 😭😭

summary: you and mingyu get into a fight over his bad habits, angst and smut ensues

wc: 2.7k

you’ve always hated the fights mingyu got himself into. he’d come home almost every week, with cuts and bruises littered all over his body. this time wasn’t any different, it was past midnight by this point, and you were curled up on the couch watching a random movie in an attempt to distract yourself from your growing worries. mingyu is usually home by this point.

a few more minutes go by and mingyu stumbles through the door with more injuries than usual. he sets his key down as you frantically walk towards him, noticing the way be avoids your eyes, “gyu.. your face, your bleeding everywhere.” he gives you a cold stare, his face battered and bloodied, and he brushes past you, going towards the bathroom where your med-kit usually was.

“yeah that’s the whole point y/n, it’s called street fighting for a reason.” you knew he wasn’t actually mad at you, just pent up anger from years of fighting, and especially tonight. scanning his whole body, the bright bathroom lighting allowing for you to see all his cuts and wounds more closely.

he slipped off his shirt, a huge bruise starting to form on the left side of his torso. “..you sure you didn’t break something?” your hand coming up to lightly stroke his ribs, mingyu’s anger blinding him from leaning into your warm touch.

“no, and why do you care so much anyway? it’s not like this is the first time.”

you tipped your head to the side, a ‘what’s that smell’ expression laid on your face, “what kind of question is that? i care because you’re my boyfriend, of course i’m gonna be worried.” your voice was nothing short of angry, your eyebrows almost meeting in the middle due to your frustration.

“you shouldn’t be.”

“uhh? yes i should, i’m tired of seeing you walk in here everyday with new cuts to clean. and your ribs.. mingyu you need to go see a doctor.”

“look y/n, i’ve been doing this for years—“

“well i think you should stop.”

it was deathly quiet, and mingyu’s hand holding a cotton pad paused in the air as he stared at you through the mirror. only the whirring sound of your ac being heard to combat the july heat. mingyu looked at you for a bit, chuckling to himself as his tongue poked through the side of his cheek, grabbing the gauze out of the med-kit and wrapping it around his knuckles.

“what’s so fucking funny?”

“oh nothing just that fact that you think you can tell me what to do.”

“yeah i’ll you what to do if it means not having you die in some alleyway.”

“please y/n, it never goes that far.”

“look at yourself! you basically limped in here, and i tried to help you but now you act like i’m a bitch for being worried about you?” you yelled.

mingyu finished up the gauze as he dropped everything and grabbed his shirt, walking towards the door. he left with a slam, not even caring to bid you goodbye, or kiss you and say ‘i love you’ like he always does.

the post-anger tears started streaming down your face. you knew he was probably gonna go crash at minghao’s, yet even with how frustrated you were, you still couldn’t help but worry and think about mingyu going to sleep untreated.

-

9:02 PM

(5) missed calls

gyu?

mingyu im sorry

are you okay? did minghao get you painkillers?

please dont fight again, at least take some time to let ur body rest :((

a full day had gone by. guilt stirred in mingyu’s stomach as he stared at his phone screen. he was the one who should be apologizing, not you.

he sighed, shutting off his phone and getting up. he knew he had to face you at some point.

“you leaving?”

mingyu hummed, shuffling into his shoes and heading out the door as minghao yelled out a goodbye. mingyu hopped in his car, letting the silence engulf him.

when mingyu walked into the apartment he noticed how dim it was, assuming you were asleep. he took his shoes off as quietly as possible, making his way to your guys’ shared bedroom. he heard a muffled voice, noting that the door was only half closed, peeking into the crack.

he saw you, adorned in one of his hoodies that was much too big for you, sleeves bunched up at your wrists and the hem coming down to your mid-thigh, naked legs on full display.

you paced around the room and it looked like you were on the phone with someone, the voice being hard to identify.

“did he say anything to you when he left?”

“nah, he just walked out.”

oh. it was minghao.

“shit, um, he didn’t even mention where he was going?”

mingyu heard the panic in your voice and the way your forefinger and thumb came to rub at your temples. he walked in as your eyes shot up to look at him, not hesitating to hang up on minghao, throwing your phone on the bed and running to jump into mingyu’s arms.

“oh my god mingyu!” you looked up at him and immediately started hitting him, “stupid! stupid! stupid! i hate you!” each hit enunciating your words, feeling like nothing but weak taps to mingyu. tears spilled out of your eyes, as mingyu only hugged you closer, hand coming up to pet your hair as the other cradled your head into his chest. he heard your muffled sniffing, his heart breaking at the stress he caused you.

“shhh i know, i know i’m stupid. i’m sorry baby.”

“you’re so mean! why didn’t you at least text me back? do you know how scared i was?” your voice broke, looking up at him with swollen eyes.

“i ..” mingyu paused, his hands coming down to hold your face, “i know i fucked up, i was too embarrassed to face you, afraid that you’d end things with me, which i would’ve probably deserved. i’m so, so sorry angel, i know no amount of apologizing will take away your worries, and i know i should’ve stayed and talked things out with you”

his thumb came to wipe away your falling tear, your hands hooking around his neck and pulling him down to kiss you. he instantly reciprocated, hands traveling down to wrap around your waist, pulling you close so that your bodies were flush against each other.

“i forgive you, i’m sorry for raising my voice at you.” you mumbled into his mouth, mingyu backing away to confusedly look at you.

“why are you apologizing? don’t say sorry baby, you should’ve slapped me as soon as i walked through that door.”

you giggled, looking down as you felt something press into your stomach, “you’re hard? really? got hard at the thought of me slapping you?” you teased.

“loooook..” mingyu looked away bashfully, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

“ew, you’re such a weirdo.” you said, slipping off mingyu’s hoodie to reveal a white tank top, your hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. you dropped down to your knees, fingers going straight to work untying your boyfriend’s sweatpants and pulling them down, along with his boxers, to his knees.

“oh, shit, hold on— you don’t have to do that baby.” mingyu hooked his hands underneath your armpits, attempting to pull you up being cut off by you stroking him.

“please, i want to.”

mingyu hesitated but was soon slapping his tip against your cheek, cooing at the way your head followed to try and get it in your mouth. finally he put it where you wanted, circling your tongue around the sensitive head. mingyu’s head lulled back, letting out a groan.

you took all of him into your mouth at once, his tip consistently hitting your uvula as you bobbed your head, twisting your hand on the base of his cock.

“fuck juuust like that baby, shit, h-have you been practicing on other guys or something?”

you laughed, only causing you to choke on his length, hitting his thigh as punishment for making you laugh while doing something that literally constricts your airflow.

“okay, okay, no more jokes, got it.” mingyu snickered, his gauzed hand grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

you came off of him with a pop, wiping off the drool dripping down your chin with the back of your hand, “gyu, u-use my mouth.”

mingyu smiled smugly, wordlessly grabbing ahold of your head with his other hand before shallowly thrusting into your wet mouth.

it wasn’t long before his length was ramming into your throat, breathless fuck’s and just like that’s leaving his cut lips. he was scared to even look down, afraid that if he saw your fucked out face he’d cum too quick.

you’re eyes looked up at him, tendrils of hair slipping past mingyu’s hold due to the sheer speed at which his hips slammed into your mouth.

“christ y/n, you look s’pretty like this, gon’ let daddy take a picture?”

you moaned at the label he placed on himself, nodding around his cock, eyes never leaving his sweat and scab covered face. mingyu pulled out his phone, angling the camera at your face. a red box with white numbers ascending appearing at the top of his screen.

“it’s a video baby, you don’t mind do you?” mingyu laughed when you attempted to hum a nuh-uh, only a string of muffled gags being heard. you were so wet, clit aching to be touched. you inched your hand down to touch yourself, drawing quick, fast circles.

“of course you don’t, so perfect, take my dick so well”

mingyu realized what it was you were doing to your lower half, “y’touching yourself? don’t worry daddy will fill y’up nice and good after this, j-jus’ let me cum in your mouth pretty.”

with a few final thrusts, and the erratic spasming of mingyu’s hips, you felt his hot cum travel down your throat, hollowing your cheeks as you slurped every last drop.

your knees ached as mingyu pulled you up, ending the video and hastily putting it in his hidden folder. he pulled you into a kiss, “did so good f’me baby, you always know how to spoil me.” he spoke into your mouth, tasting his own release.

“w-wanna ride you,” you huffed out, breathless. mingyu grinned, the right side of his face being the only indication of it, while the left was so mangled you couldn’t tell what expression he was even making. whoever he fought got him good.

“you sure? don’t tire yourself doll.”

“i’m sure!” you said grabbing mingyu’s hand, dragging him to the bed.

“whatever you say cutie,” mingyu let out a strangled breath while lowering himself down onto the bed, his torso still extremely sore, and his head perched up against the headboard. you quickly pulled down your shorts and panties as you swung your leg over his thighs, leaning down to kiss him.

you hand raked over his chest and chiseled abs, fingers dipping into each and every crevice as mingyu’s tongue explored your mouth. you pulled back and grabbed a hold of his flushed cock, rubbing it along your folds as your slick dripped down his length, a whimper leaving your lips.

“shit.” he hissed, staring intently as you paused your ministrations to line yourself up, slowly sinking down. you stared down at where you were taking him in, brushing the hair out of your face to get a better look. mingyu’s mouth fell agape, “you’re so fucking tight,” watching as a bulge slowly formed just below your belly button. even after the countless times you and mingyu had had sex, he was always just so big, your tiny pussy barely taking him in each time.

you finally looked up, mingyu’s eyes meeting your own. “jus’ gimme a sec gyu, you’re s-so big,” you said breathlessly.

mingyu smirked cockily, “take your time gorgeous.” his hands soothingly rubbing you’re plush thighs.

you bounced slowly, feeling each vein of his cock drag against your walls, tiny gasps leaving your lips. mingyu let you control the pace for a bit, allowing for you to adjust to his size. but he was getting impatient, his hands coming down to grip the sides of your hips, his four digits digging themselves into your ass before lifting you up and slamming you back down, the movement knocking the wind of you, making your jaw go slack.

“fuck!” your head hung low, hands coming up to grip his broad, muscly shoulders for support, watching out for any bruises.

“that’s it baby, just hold onto daddy and let him make y’feel good.”

mingyu’s pace was animalistic, his hold on you hard enough to leave an imprint. you were shocked as to how he had this much energy considering what his body had endured a night ago.

tears welled up in your eyes, feeling his tip kiss your cervix with each thrust. the curve of his cock aligning just right with your g-spot. “oh my fff-fucking god! mingyu please, ha-harder!”

you didn’t even know if it was possible to go harder, but mingyu managed to slam you down with even more force then before. a bead of sweat ran down his tan neck, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he stared up at you with hooded eye. his hips thrust upwards to meet you halfway, causing you to let out mangled gasps and moans. you were sure he was puncturing your lungs by this point. no inch of your pussy was left unexplored, squishy pink walls molded perfectly to hug his cock.

“jus’ like that gorgeous, your pussy was made f’me.”

“s-soo deep daddy, feel you in my tummy..” you whined out as you saw mingyu grin, canines on display, his hand coming up to grab yours, placing your hand on the bulge on your stomach, almost cumming right there when you felt the bump.

“fuck, you jus’ got so tight, y-you like when daddy pokes your tummy like that?”

you nodded frantically, tears flowing down your hot, pink cheeks, “i-i’m gon—na cum, g-gonna cum!” you struggled to get the words out, mingyu understanding you nonetheless.

“cum with me baby, gon’ let daddy cum in you?”

“fuck, yes d-daddy, want you to fill me up so bad, p-put a .. a baby in me,” mingyu loved how dirty your mouth got every time you were close to coming. his right hand pressed onto the small of your back, causing you to arch into him. his mouth was at perfect level with your nipples, taking your tit into his mouth and circling the hard nub with his tongue.

the pleasure was all too much, and with a few more hard thrusts your hole was spasming around his thick base, clenching and unclenching, mingyu’s mouth detaching from your breast as he looked up at you, his eyes shutting tightly as hot cum shot into your pussy.

“shiiiit, you’re milking me baby.” mingyu said, still grinding your hips onto him as he rode out both of your orgasms.

you reluctantly lifted yourself off of him, feeling some of mingyu’s cum drip down your thigh, scooping it with your index and middle finger and licking it off as you cuddled into his side, his arm laid across your shoulder.

mingyu watched as you cleaned him off your fingers, smoothing your disheveled hair. “such a good girl, not letting any of daddy’s cum go to waste.” he said as he booped your nose.

you giggled, “you okay though, gyu? d-does it hurt anywhere?” you asked, still breathless from your fresh orgasm.

“don’t worry about me doll, are you feeling okay? did i go too hard?”

“mm-hm, just a lil’ sore,” you snuggled closer.

“a shower should help ease y’up,” mingyu swung his feet over the bed, getting up as he reached his hand out, “think you can walk?”

“nooo i need my big, strong boyfriend to help carry me,” you joked, climbing into mingyu’s arms as he threw you over his shoulder, landing a playful slap on your ass.

“asshole! i’m not helping you replace your bandages.” mingyu could hear the pout in your voice, laughing as he made his way to the bathroom.

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[wonyz02]

house warming (k.mg)

wc. 756

genre. smut

tags. minors dni! mingyu x fem!reader, established relationship, cockwarming

a/n. i have been writing this for like 9 months and i really wanted to make it longer but i just want to post it because mentally i can't complete it, maybe there'll be a part two (most likely not) but yay!!! cockwarming mingyu yasss

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you really should have planned better.

it was like everything that could possibly go wrong did. you imagined that by now you would be wrapped up in a large, cozy comforter nestled on your cloud soft king size bed in your already furnished new house. but the movers got the wrong date down, so now your house was bare save for the mess of cardboard boxes in every room and the lumpy air mattress in the middle of your lonely bedroom.

the room lacked the warmth you had hoped for, and the chilly air seeped through the gaps. and to make matters worse, you found out that your heater was broken, in the dead of winter. 

it was too much to manage in one night, so you decided to unpack your closet and go to sleep. everything else was tomorrow’s problem.

but in the middle of the night, you stir awake, a kink in your neck reminding you of your less than ideal sleeping arrangement. you turn to the man lying beside you, who is restlessly moving around.

“what are you doing?” you groggily snap at him.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles. “”i’m just really cold.”

“there are extra blankets in the closet, i think.” you suggest, rolling over, trying to lull yourself back to sleep.

“i wanna feel you, baby.” he whispers, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. you roll away from him, more focused on checking your phone, causing him to emit a low groan.

“no, baby, come back here.” he pleads, drawing out the last syllable of his sentence.

“mingyu, it’s two in the morning.” you retort, the harsh blue glow of your phone illuminating the room’s bare bones.

“i’m so cold,” he whines again, pulling the comforter over the two of you.

“baby, check in the closet for extra blankets.”

“but you’re so warm here,” he pulls you closer to him. he snuggles into your neck, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“god, we need to call a repair person to fix that stupid heater,” you groan when you think about everything that you need to do.

“we can do that in the morning,” he says, as he traces kisses along your jawline to your neck. “but in the meantime, we can keep each other warm.”

“mingyu, babe, i’m so tired, and the movers are coming at ten and we still have so much to do.”

“baby, baby,” he shushes you, wrapping you in his arms. “just relax.”

“i’m trying to go back to sleep.”

“please,” mingyu begs. “baby, it’s cold outside. i just want to feel your warmth.” you feel a shiver down your spine when he begins to nibble on your ear. “you don’t have to do anything, i just wanna be inside you.”

he slides your sweatpants down. slowly guiding his cock to your entrance, he rubs it up and down your slit. his tip pokes around your entrance and you push your hips back, encouraging him to enter into your tight cunt. his hands grip your hips tightly, his face screwing up in pleasure as he slowly pushes. you suck your breath as he bottoms out. “sorry,” he mumbles.

“it’s fine,” you sigh, melting into his embrace. mingyu, still mumbling sorries, moves around until he finally feels comfortable. when he does, his head returns to the nook of your neck. the two of you lie with your figures entwined, your limbs interwoven in an affectionate dance. your head rests against his chest, his heartbeat beneath you serving as a lullaby. his cold hands slide underneath your sweatshirt, and you clench around him.

“fuck,” he groans lowly and now it’s your turn to profusely apologize. “it’s fine, honey, just give me a moment to calm down.” you give him a moment before you place your hands on top of his arms where they rested at your waist. this was supposed to be an innocent moment – as innocent as it could be. it was supposed to be an opportunity to feel close to each other, but, as you’d expect with your boyfriend, innocence seemed to take a backseat to a different kind of intimacy.

slowly he rocks his hips against yours, prompting a soft moan to escape from your lips. “gyu,” you warn him slightly, but he ignores you, his hands slipping down to your hips to pull you closer to him. “what happened to “i just want to feel you”?”

“m sorry,” he moans out, “you know i can’t help it. you just feel so good.”

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[wonyz02]

pretty like this. (18+ only, mdni.)

summary. you think mingyu's hands are pretty. he thinks you look pretty coming undone.

pairing. mingyu x f!reader

word count. 3194

genre. smut, fluff sprinkled throughout.

cw. very heavy ddlg themes (i cannot stress this enough, more warnings under the cut), very heavy d/s relationship, cnc (she explicitly tells him to stop but they have a safeword), degradation and praise, spit kink, squirting, creampies and a lot of cum, mingyu LOVESSSS reader so bad (and is maybe addicted to her holes), dacryphilia, lots of nicknames (love, baby, sweetheart, honey, princess)

author's note. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS, I'M SERIOUS!!!!!! also, sorry for the long wait so here's 3k words worth of absolute filth :') i've been working on this since dec 2023 so i'm glad i've finally found the motivation and words to finish it!

this fic contains heavy ddlg themes.

this is not just a daddy kink fic. mg is not actually her dad, reader is not actually his kid. she calls him dad and daddy interchangeably. there are themes of incest play (mg literally calls himself her dad) and age play (evident in the way mg talks to her) but they are two fully consenting adults in an established relationship. think of this as being in the same universe as playtime.

if you don’t like this kind of content, just block and move on.

“your hands are big.”

that was all you said. 

you and mingyu had just been chilling on the couch, bundled up in the fluffiest blanket he owned, a strong arm around your shoulders as you snuggled up to his side, your favourite plush pressed close to your chest.

the tv played some drama that you both had stopped paying attention to for the past… four episodes? regardless, at that point, the tv was just dull, white noise to the two of you as you chatted away, talking about anything and everything your minds could come up with between hushed giggles and lingering kisses.

you somehow ended up on the topic of hands—his hands, specifically, and how pretty you think they are—as you press your palm to his, lining up your much smaller hand up to his bigger one. 

“your hands are big,” you said, index carefully tracing along the lines of his palm. he chuckled.

“yours are just small, princess,” came his response, his own fingers slotting into the spaces between yours before bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss over your knuckles.

you smiled at him, “they’re pretty.”

“you think?” there was a teasing edge to his voice, “they look prettier inside you.”

you don’t remember what happened next.

because now he has you laying on the couch, his shirt that you’re wearing bunched up over your chest, panties gone, tossed somewhere over his shoulder for mingyu to find and keep later on. your plush has already fallen off the couch and onto the floor and its big, cartoonish eyes watch innocently as your boyfriend tugs another climax out of you. 

the three fingers that curl into that spot inside you, has you grinding into the heel of his palm as your back arches off the cushions. his other hand holds onto his phone with surprising stability, trying his best to keep his camera pointed at his digits buried knuckles-deep inside you to capture the way you gush, mic catching each squelch of your slick hole. 

you’re exhausted. so fucking exhausted. 

your body buzzes with the burn of overstimulation and it feels like electricity is coursing through your veins, setting your nerve-endings ablaze. your poor, used pussy pulses around his thick digits as he continues to plunge his fingers into you with an insatiable desire for more.

“gimme one more, baby,” he pretty much begs, camera still pointed at your poor cunt. “one more for the camera.”

one more, he says. one more. the same words he uttered when he pulled a second one out of you. then the third, then the fourth— you’re not sure if you can take a fifth but fuck it, you’re willing to try, if not for your own gratification then for mingyu’s.

“please,” you whine, writhing underneath him. “dad, stop—s’too much. i can’t—” 

tears prick at the corners of your eyes and start to stream down your cheeks. his digits, working relentlessly at your velvety walls, start to feel all too overwhelming for you. one of your hands reaches down to grasp weakly at his wrist in a half-hearted attempt to push him away, but he only clicks his tongue as your hand comes into view on his phone. 

“yes you can, sweetheart. c’mon. do it for daddy, yeah?” he says, voice tinged with only a bit of irritation.

he curls his fingers into your spot again, the rough pads of his fingers pressing into you. you see white before you can even recognize what just happened, the tension in your core snapping with a force that rips the prettiest sounds from your throat.

he watches with a smirk, canines peeking out ever so slightly as you fall apart once more on his fingers. your back bows off the couch, small hands grasping at the blanket, and your body trembles as you cum. your cunt clenches around his digits as you squirt, drenching his hand and soaking the blanket beneath you. 

“see, princess? told you you could do it,” he coos. he says it so sweetly, so encouragingly, it’s as if he wasn’t praising you for squirting all over him. 

he continues to massage his fingers against your walls for a little while more, drawing out your orgasm before he slows down. then with careful motions, he pulls his fingers out of you just as he taps the button to stop recording. he sets his phone down onto the coffee table and pops his digits into his mouth to lick them clean, eyes focused on you—

your cheeks are warm, flushed, wet with tears. your eyes are glazed over and half-hooded. your chest rises and falls with every heavy pant as you try to catch your breath, one leg dangling off the edge of the couch while the other is hooked over the backrest, your pretty holes in perfect view for him.

he did that. 

mingyu grins wickedly to himself as he observes your figure, eyes tracing over the lines of your worn out, fucked out body, irises blown out with more lust, more greed than he started with. he observes—no. admires you because he did that.

he rises from the couch then his hands are hastily pushing his sweats and briefs down, kicking the offending pieces of clothing off to the side to be forgotten about. the only thing on his mind now is fucking you dumb on his thick cock and filling you up to the brim with his cum until you’re leaking. 

“shit. y’so pretty like this, baby,” he cusses under his breath in awe, the sight of you completely at his mercy never failing to take his breath away. “so fuckin’ cute when you’re all fucked out.”

his hands find their way behind your knees. his big, warm hands push them up to either side of your chest, folding you in half and fully exposing both of your holes to him—or, his holes, rather. his to use, his to play with. his to fuck and lap at and fill. his to adore and cherish and love.

embarrassment? arousal? you have no idea what it is that surges through your body at this point but whatever it is, it has you whimpering, hiding your face in your arms, as your boyfriend lets out shallow breaths. he stares hungrily, with heavy lidded eyes, at the way your pussy clenches around nothing, and tries to burn the image of your pretty, glistening folds and perfectly adorable puckered hole into the back of his mind so he never forgets. because god, he loves you—and god, he loves your little holes just as much. 

he wants to take his time and lap at your cunt, savour the addictive taste of you that he always seems to crave, but he’s so hard, it actually hurts. he settles instead for a few tender kisses onto your clit that has the sweetest of whines spilling from your lips before his hands are manoeuvring your legs to hook over his buff arms as he pulls you closer. 

you’re tired, half of you wishing he would let you rest, but the way he manhandles and positions you to his liking has your pussy drooling. 

“dad—” you choke out and it’s something between a whine and a sob. the way you sound so miserable sends blood rushing to mingyu’s already painfully hard cock. the heels of your feet dig into his shoulders and you push—or at least try to with whatever strength you have left. 

“daddy, m’tired,” you whine.

“shh, i know, baby. i know,” he soothes, almost patronising, paying no mind to your cries or your weak kicks at his shoulders. “jus’ one more, okay? know you’re tired but you can do it. you’re my good girl, right? jus’ one more, i promise—one more on dad’s cock.”

so you sniffle and nod because you’d do anything for mingyu.

he litters light kisses all over your face. first on your right cheek, then on the left, then between your eyebrows to your forehead, down your nose then to your lips and chin. you can’t help but giggle, though tired, as his lips tickle your skin with every kiss.

then his eyes are searching yours—despite the haze of your delirium, you can tell he needs the reassurance that you’re okay. but your words are failing you as you fall deeper and deeper into him, into the trance he’s placed on you. your mind feels all too clouded for words so you kiss him instead with a weak hand on his nape, fingers carding through his locks. 

you kiss him slowly, tenderly, in a way that tells him don’t worry, i’m okay because he’s already reduced your mind into mush. it seems to ease his worries because he kisses you back with just as much fondness and so much more devotion, and when he pulls away, he lets out a breath of relief against your lips. 

“tell me your safeword, love,” he pleads with a gentle, hushed voice, eyes peering into yours with an undeniable glimmer of adoration and care.

“red.”

then he’s dripping his spit thickly over your cunt. your body’s so sensitive that a shiver runs up your spine when his saliva hits your clit and slides between your lips.

“please, daddy,” you whimper. but you’re so lost that even you don’t know what you’re asking for.

he grasps his cock by the base as he guides the tip between your pretty folds. then he sinks in, the head pressing into you with a delicious pop, and your breaths turn shallow as he sheathes himself in your warmth. you can feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock as he stretches your walls, and when he presses into your cervix, you’re gone. 

he can’t keep his eyes off your pussy—the way your folds stretch to accommodate the intrusion, cock barely fitting inside you. the slide of his cock against your walls is heavenly despite the pain and sensitivity—fuck, it makes it even better. 

“jesus christ, princess, look,” he rasps, voice strained with what sounds like equal parts disbelief and amusement.

his gaze is fixated on the outline of his cock that bulges on your lower belly, and his mouth fucking waters at the sight. he cracks a smirk. he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop being astounded by just how much your body has to adjust to fit him. 

it reminds him constantly that you’re his little cocksleeve. his little plaything. born and made for him.

a burning, irresistible desire to ruin you, to defile you, blossoms in his chest. he presses down on the bulge with a devious grin and you keen, toes curling and back arching off the couch. 

“look at that, honey,” he coos with a lick of his lips, “dad’s all up in your tummy.” 

he pulls out carefully only to slam back into you again. he does it over and over and over, watching with greedy eyes as the bulge disappears and reappears with every brutal thrust. 

then he buries his face into the crook of your neck and draws back to leave just the tip. with a low groan, slams back into you, the head of his cock kissing up against your spot so good as he bottoms out. it rips a sob out of you so loud, it actually alarms mingyu for a moment and it makes him stop, cussing under his breath in worry as he lifts his head from your neck to look at you, one elbow digging into the cushions to prop himself up and hover over you.

concern settles into his features as he studies your expression. carefully, his free hand cradles your cheek, big thumb smoothing over the plush of your cheeks wet with tears.

“hey,” his voice is gentle as he tries to catch your attention. 

you’re unresponsive—nearly. your head lolls with the motion of his hand as he gently tries to shake you awake. your eyes are closed, lashes clumped together with tears as short, shallow breaths fall from your lips.

“hey. baby, you okay? shit. princess, look at me—”

“don’t stop.”

your voice is so soft and hushed, he almost misses it. if it weren’t for the concern rushing through his body, he would hiss at how impossibly snug your walls are around his cock, how tight you are around him as your cunt throbs. 

it burns—the overstimulation, the stretch, the way your body, despite having trained you so well, struggles to take him. yet you can’t help but crave more, more, more, your mind blurring the lines between pleasure and pain almost completely. 

you want him, you want more of him but you can feel the exhaustion settling in your bones, like your body’s about to break. but you just can’t seem to care, not when his cock pressing into you feels so fucking divine. 

your voice echoes in his head. 

don’t stop. 

and the desire to fuck you stupid hits him all over again in full force. 

he hisses—fuck—then his hips are pistoning into you again with a force that knocks all the breath out of your lungs, your walls burning so good with every drag of his fat cock. a large hand curls around your neck, your chin knocking against the back of his hand, and his fingers press into your pulse just enough to make you lightheaded. you mewl, holding onto his arms weakly, then it melts into an incomprehensible slew of daddy—ngh—d-dad, please—daddy, da—

“pretty baby,” he grunts. “daddy’s pretty little baby. thought you said you were tired, hm? thought you wanted daddy to stop?”

his hips are relentless as he pummels into you like it’s his life’s purpose to have you shatter on his cock, and you’re left whimpering at the pain that courses through your body and fades into the pleasure in some sick, deliciously masochistic way.

“this feel good? dad’s cock feel good in your tummy?” 

there’s a teasing, condescending edge to his voice that makes you clench around him, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his hold on your neck tightens slightly for a moment too short. then his big hand is gripping your jaw, your chin fitting into his palm while his fingers dig into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him.

“i’m talking to you, honey,” he grits between pants, punctuating his taunting with a particularly hard thrust. he gives your cheek a few light slaps, hips stilling to get you to focus on him and not his cock. “look at your dad when he’s talking to you.”

a crooked grin finds its way onto mingyu’s features as he watches your eyes struggle to focus on him. 

there’s nothing behind them now. 

your gaze is hazy at best. unfocused. drunk. your sanity has rotted away, far from your reach, and the only thing you can bring yourself to care about now is the way mingyu’s fat cock is buried all the way in your poor, little hole. how you’re so close but mingyu isn’t moving, and for a split second, you’re terrified to tears that he’d pull out and edge you because you know he has a mean streak and you’re just so, so, so close— 

“you like this, don’t you?” he pries your mouth open and spits right onto your tongue, and if you didn’t know any better, you would think he hated you. “my dumb little princess loves when daddy fucks her stupid.” 

you do. god, you fucking do. 

you wish you had the words to tell him but your mind fails you with the way your boyfriend’s stuffing you full of his cock. instead, you press your tongue against the roof of your mouth to swallow down his spit before sticking your tongue out for him to show him you want more. he smirks. what a perfect little—

“whore.”

so spit on your tongue he does, for the second time, and you whine in delight, music to his ears, before he’s back to bullying his cock into your sopping cunt with a fiery determination to paint your walls white and fuck you full of his seed. 

he wants to make sure you’re full. so full that no matter how hard you try, his load inevitably spills out of you because there’s just too much and you’re just too small. 

then your body bows off the couch yet again, your pretty, pink nails decked in cute little charms are digging into his thick arms, squirming underneath him as your climax unexpectedly hits you head on. your body tenses and quivers as your peak washes over you in tidal waves, squirting all over his thighs and lower stomach. daddy, daddy, daddy falls from your lips like a sacreligious prayer to a forbidden god because you’re starting to think he and his cock deserve to be worshipped. 

the blanket under you is so uncomfortably soaked. it’s unpleasant to lay on, really, but you don’t care. of course you don’t, mingyu’s fucked you too stupid for you to care about anything else other than this dick.

your pussy clamping down on his cock matched with your pathetic cries that he so fondly finds adorable are enough to tip him over the edge, and the pressure that was building in the pit of his stomach finally releases after a few more thrusts. he slides back home into the warmth of your hole, burying all of him in your tightness as he cums deep inside you with a whimper, a desperate fuck, m’cumming. it has the hairs on the back of your neck rising and your walls pulsing around him, greedy and ready for more, as if he didn’t just blow a huge load into you. 

he ruts into you again, slowly this time, just to ride out your highs, warm, sticky cum spilling out of your pussy with every draw of his hips. your poor cunt is absolutely ruined, covered in a mix of your slick and mingyu’s cum—and neither of you would have it any other way.

you’re gone by the time he pulls out. worn out. exhausted. you don’t even notice him leave to grab a washcloth then dampen it to clean you up. your breaths are heavy and your eyes struggle to stay open as he wipes you down and showers you with praise.

mingyu manages to bring you back to your shared bedroom, change you out of his soiled shirt and into a new one, and tuck you under the blankets as he holds you close to his chest. his heartbeat rings in your ears and instinctively, you melt into him, his presence warm and comforting. safe. 

“y’did so good for me, baby,” you hear him say as he kisses the top of your head. it’s a little muffled in your ears, your mind still hazy. “always so good for dad.”

you nuzzle into him, tugging him impossibly closer, and he tightens his hold around you. 

“i love you, daddy,” you manage to say. he’s just as sleepy as you now, but still, he smiles. his chest glows with pure love and adoration.

“i love you too, princess.”

[wonyz02]

— jealousy, jealousy | k.mg

“want me to fuck you loudly so that she could hear it?” 

synopsis; a trip to the convenience store with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn.

pairings; mingyu x fem! reader | genre; slight angst, smut, established relationship | w.c; 800+ | warnings; mentions of food, marking kink, possessiveness, exhibitionism, fingering, overuse of 'baby', slight dry humping, orgasm denial (f. receiving), a mention of punishment. | a/n; my mental stability has decreased after i came to know that he'll be modelling for CK. may god help us all. mdni <3

you’re jealous. quite jealous. 

The taste of iron greets your tongue when you lick your lips. The bruise he had given you. You lift your hand involuntarily to touch the blooms of hickeys that sit on your neck, discreetly covered by your boyfriend’s hoodie. He marked you up in all ways. For everyone to see. to know. That you’re his. But him? 

Your eyes reluctantly dart towards mingyu and the part-timer, who is clearly hitting on him. You can’t help but roll your eyes and scoff. The annoying knot in your stomach tightens when you hear him laugh at whatever stupid joke she just made. You resort to picking on your nails, trying to drown out everything. 

But you know you have to address this someday. And it might be today. Address the fact that your boyfriend will never be just yours. Your heart uncomfortably twists at that. It was indeed true. 

Mingyu is an eye candy. The heartstopper. No matter where you go, the limelight will always be on him. Good looks, personality, intelligence. He’s got the whole pack. It’s as if God took his sweet time sculpting his heart, mind, and body.  

“Hey, baby,” you flinch at the sound of his voice and sigh, placing a hand over your heart. mingyu eyes you in confusion, and with a small smile on his lips, he apologizes for scaring you. Sending a half-hearted nod his way, you bring the food closer to your side. 

It was your idea. To go to the nearby convenience store to get food after an intense love-making session that left you tired and hungry. You didn’t accept his offer to cook, knowing that he was tired too. But frankly, you lost your appetite. You toy with your food, drawing shapes in the sauce. 

With a loud sigh, you stand, muttering to him that you want to buy something. He nods and tries his best to reply with his ramen-filled mouth. You groan as soon as you’re out of his sight. A part of you knows it’s not his fault. And the other part reasons that he should know how it would feel since he, himself is the possessive type. 

You take something random from the aisle after a moment of consideration and turn to return to the table when a hand roughly pulls your hips back. You gasp, hearing mingyu’s hushed voice, “want me to fuck you loudly so that she could hear it?” 

You bite your lip, swallowing the moan that the lewd thought elicited in you. His fingers dig into the exposed skin of your thigh, and he grinds his clothed crotch against your hip. You let out small gasps and bated breaths as he continues to grind himself harder. Your (his) hoodie is unzipped halfway to expose your neck, which he marks yet again. 

“I’m yours, baby. don’t you know that? hmm? I can prove it.” he whispers, his hands slipping into your panties. His other hand keeps your mouth open, and a moan escapes your lips. The cool wind hitting your skin makes you shiver, and him toying with your clit adds to it. 

“mingyu,” you mewl out his name, your hips grind onto his fingers, chasing friction. 

“God, you’re so wet. And we just fucked a hour ago.” 

He pushes two fingers into your soaking cunt, pushing them in and out at a comfortable pace. mingyu stops his ministrations and curls his fingers against that spot. It forces you to gasp and tug at his hair. He removes his hand from your mouth, and the saliva-coated fingers find your nipple under your shirt. 

Your body hasn’t yet recovered from the previous carnal venture. Every touch has you seeing stars, and you can feel the orgasm ripping through already. But it stops when he removes his hands from your needy core. “Not here. Can’t have my baby walking with wet shorts back home,” he laughs at your needy figure and kisses your strained neck muscles. 

Mingyu holds you against him till you come down from your high. His hands massage your body, and he softly whispers that he’s only yours. It brings a smile to your face, and all ugly feelings are thrown out the window. 

“I love you, baby,” he whispers against your cheeks with a love-sick look in his eyes. You chuckle and whisper the same back to him. Reaching to hold his face, you lean in, but you’re cut off by the part-timer. 

Annoyance runs through your veins, but you’re satisfied to find her shocked state at your intimate position with mingyu. You press a kiss to his lips, eyes still on her. A cocky smile plays on your lips, and your heart feels light when you pull back. Mingyu shakes his head when you shoot him a sickeningly-sweet smile and laughs, playing into your game. 

You pack the food, not wanting to waste the money, and leave the store. But not before you flaunt the love bites gifted by your boyfriend. All exhaustion seems to have left you as you happily skip in the street. He skips along with you, blushing and laughing at the scandalising act you both pulled. You let him do so while he can. And your boyfriend links hands with you, oblivious to the punishment awaiting him. 

a reblog?

[wonyz02]

2:14 AM • KMG

lowercase intended.

cw: somnophilia (consensual), established relationship, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), creampie!! yum!! multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, nervous gyu, whiny desperate gyu & f!reader.. they both want to please each other so bad :( neck holding? it’s kind of implied that reader is smaller than gyu, his shirt is big on her and falls off her shoulders.. .. pet names such as baby, sweetheart, pretty girl… maybe more.. i don’t know.. i got carried away

word count: 1.7k~

not proof read!!

a/n: hi!! i’m eve~ this is my first time writing smut and i’m using it as a way to get back into writing! im super excited! i haven’t written in like.. 2 years.. so be nice to me.. :[ i hope you enjoy :]

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mingyu couldn’t help himself. while you usually don’t move much in your sleep, especially within his tight grip.. tonight was different.

you wouldn’t stop moving..

at first, it wasn’t that big of a deal, with you occasionally shifting in his arms.. but it started to become an issue when your ass kept pressing into him, stirring up his mind and now painfully hard cock.

small soft whimpers and whines would occasionally sneak past your lips, making it more difficult for his mind to focus on anything other than fucking you in to the mattress..

while mingyu knew you weren’t doing it on purpose.. he could tell you were actually asleep.. the movement of your hips almost seemed too calculated. are you dreaming of him?

as if on cue, he was torn from his thoughts by a broken whine of his name.. “gyu..” it almost sounded painful. desperate. you needed him, he decided. he had to help you.

with shaky hands, mingyu found himself messing with the band of your underwear underneath your his shirt. why was he so nervous?

you had discussed your sexual limits and interests early on in your relationship.. and you’ve woken him up many times to some fantastic morning head.. so why was he so nervous?

mingyu sat there, contemplating for a moment before he whispered a small “fuck it..” under his breath, one of his big hands finding its way into your underwear.

using his middle finger, he pressed it between your folds finding your clit with ease.. groaning quietly into your hair as he can feel how warm and wet you’ve become. you were definitely dreaming about him.

with a skilled digit, mingyu circled your clit. feeling your head fall back into his shoulder, he peered down at you. the moonlight from the window illuminated your face, allowing him to watch the tension in your forehead release and your lips part in satisfaction.

he dipped his finger a little lower, teasing your entrance for just a second.. adding his pointer finger as he pressed them into you. you were always so reactive, so sensitive. your back arching off of his chest slightly.

using the arm that was underneath you, he adjusted himself to pull you back against him. pumping his fingers into you skillfully, curling them every few thrusts.

your breathing became heavy and a little unsteady, body wriggling against his from pleasure. mingyu hums softly, placing wet kisses along the side of your face, lips stopping at your ear to whisper a gentle “s’okay baby.. i’ve got you” as he increased the pace of his fingers.

as the tension in your belly began to build, your eyes fluttered open.. a hand reaching to grip his forearm. “fuck..” you whined, pressing your hips down to meet his movements.

mingyu smiled against your ear.. “there she is..” he muttered, shifting himself even closer to you as he became more brutal with his pace now that you were awake.

your grip on his forearm tightened, mirroring the band of fire stretching in your lower abdomen, signaling your impending climax.

clasping your fingers around his wrist that was setting an unrelenting pace on your dripping core, your mouth drops into an o shape, a high pitched gasp escaping before silence took over for a moment..

the only noise to be heard was mingyu’s quickened breath and your squelching pussy that was gripping his fingers even tighter than you were his wrist.

as you broke the silence with a anguished whine, mingyu wouldn’t let up. he couldn’t. he wanted more. he wanted to make you cum.. again and again.. and again.

“gyu, please.. i need more. i need you.. i need you to feel good.” you begged, turning to the best of your ability to look at him with teary eyes.

really..he felt great. watching you cum because of him was all he need. but he understood. you needed him. you wanted him.

mingyu searched your eyes, slowing down his movements before coming to a complete stop and pulling his fingers out.

despite asking him for more, you couldn’t help but whimper the loss of contact.. your hole clenching around nothing as it was desperate for more. for mingyu.

moving lazily, but skillfully.. mingyu pushes your underwear down, feeling you kick it off of your ankles beneath the blanket before following, pushing his boxers down and kicking them off the edge of the bed.

he quickly grabs your waist, needing to feel the heat of your skin. keeping you on your side, back pressed to his chest.. mingyu grabs your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip. you locked your foot behind his knee in a weak attempt to keep yourself grounded.

leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, mingyu began to drag his tip through your drooling folds. sucking a breath in between his teeth, resulting in a quiet, hiss like noise that went straight to your core.

whining in impatient anticipation, you pushed your hips back against him, gasping when his tip bumped your clit.

mingyu felt hot. he felt like he was burning… that feeling worsening as he felt your warm, sopping cunt engulf him.. taking inch by inch of his painfully hard cock.. like it was made for him. molded for him.

a broken mewl escapes his throat, a hand sprawled against your thigh that was propped over his own. he speaks softly in your ear, voice laced with need.

“there ya go baby..” he exhales.. “shh.. s’okay, you’re taking me so well.. god.. you’re so warm sweetheart..” he practically coos, allowing you to adjust to his size. you’ll never get used to it.

when you started moving your own hips against him, he knew you were ready, hand dragging up your body to rest heavily against your throat.

pressing into you, the arm that was underneath your body adjusts to not only stop it from falling asleep, but to grip and paw at your closest breast.. underneath the fabric of the shirt you were still wearing.

the shirt has fallen off one of your shoulders, it’s bunched up around your waist. it’s pointless for it to be there, but neither of you care to remove it.

the room is filled with heavy, hot breaths and the pornographic sound of skin slapping as he repeatedly makes contact with your ass.

you’re dripping around him.. your thighs, his thighs, covered..so much skin is glistening with your arousal.

it’s loud, the squelching of your heat that is sucking him in so greedily.. your moans, whines and whimpers. his groans, grunts and mirroring whines.

“oh.. my pretty girl.. is that better? does my baby feel better? you needed me so bad” he starts, voice laced with an almost condescending hum “practically begging for me in your sleep”

you moaned out a broken sound that was more of a “ngh” than a reply, eyes fluttering closed as you were unable to keep them open any longer. you felt so good, too good.

gripping the forearm of the hand that laid against your neck, you felt yourself becoming dangerously close.. parting your lips to speak, to warn mingyu.. but nothing was coming out but breathy gasps..

mingyu’s pace is almost inhumane, his mind is clouded with the want and need for both of you to cum. hips snapping into yours as he chases both of your climaxes.

he takes note of your attempts to speak, hand snaking down for his fingers to find and circle your clit, your body reacting strongly to the added pressure. it’s almost too much.

“i know baby.. fuck.. are you gonna cum? hm?” he hums, kissing your exposed shoulder. “gonna cum for me pretty girl? gonna let me fill you up?” his tone is desperate, so desperate.. so whiny and overwhelmed. it’s only adding fuel to the fire that is erupting throughout your entire body.

pace unrelenting but becoming unsteady as he approaches his high, mingyu uses his pointer and middle finger to rub your clit until you’re practically exploding around him. a strangled moan echos in the room with the sinister sound of him fucking you so good as you reach back to grip his hip, back arching against his toned chest.

you see white as you cum, jaw dropping in a silent scream, fingers digging into the skin of his hip/ass. drool trickling down the side of your cheek, mixing with your tears that started to flow. you felt so good. so incredibly good.

mingyu whines, gripping your hip as he continues to pound your tightening, pulsating pussy.. mumbling praises as he closes in on his own high.

his bruising grip gets even tighter on your hip as he presses himself flush against your ass and body, painting your insides with hot, thick ropes of white.

hips stuttering against yours as he whimpers into your neck and shoulder, thrusting a few more times, riding out his high and pushing his cum even deeper into your warm heat.

you’re breath heavily, whining in overstimulation at his last few thrusts, your grip on him not letting up.

mingyu stills, leaving kisses on every inch of exposed skin he can reach. you stay like that for a while, catching your breath.. listening to mingyu’s sweet praises on how you’re so good to him, how pretty you are..

he pulls out with, slowly.. rubbing his length against your folds a few times to spread his cum all over you. chuckling when you whine again when he grazes your sensitive clit, attempting to move away from him.

you end your night with mingyu cleaning you up, giving you water and making you change your now sweat soiled shirt. he holds you, your body engulfed by his arms, head against his chest, your arms wrapped around him as he mumbles something about definitely needing to wash the sheets tomorrow morning before you both drift off into a comfortable sleep..

[wonyz02]

18+ minors dni, f!reader, pinv, overstim, oral (m receiving)

i miss mingyu sm i wanna be his bunny girl ;c

he fucks you so deep, edging himself with your tight cunt as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you. his cheeks are flushed, forehead sweaty and jaw slack as he watches your slick drip from his cock, balls heavy with his cum

he ruins you, leaving your tummy sore and pussy sensitive, tears streaking down your cheeks as you whine and squirm, dizzy and trying to catch your breath. gyu almost feels bad as he crawls up the bed, kneeling beside your head and guiding his eager length to your mouth, tapping the leaking head against your swollen lips before you open wide

he uses your throat to finish, making your hole tighter by squeezing your neck between his thick fingers, making your eyes go wide up at him as you gag. the thick muscles of his thighs and abs flexing as he rocks back and forth, breathy high pitched moans leaving his chest through gritted teeth as you start drooling around him, your face a wet mess of tears and spit

his other hand caresses your face, brushing your messy hair away and swiping his thumb over the bulge his length makes in your cheek. his heart swells at how cute you look when you give him everything, mouth stuffed full of cock with your fucked out gaze staring up at him

“little mouth feels so good, bunny, nice and wet f’me”

“you’re gonna swallow all of it- y’already made such a mess, baby”

[wonyz02]

18+ / mdi

content: pantysniffer!mingyu (sorry), pussy drunk mingyu, he's basically just a depraved perv, roommate!mingyu, friends to lovers(?), oral (f receiving), smut, f reader, penetrative sex, etc.

part 2

wc: 1752

masterlist

'this isnt like him' was the lie mingyu told himself to justify his current endeavor. although he was ashamed of his current state, he had finally hit rock bottom, but that was not something he could admit to himself nor anyone else while also retaining whatever was left of his dignity.

there he was, in his roommate's room as you showered, crouched over your laundry hamper in search of a special something to aid him as he relieved himself of the frustration you had been causing him ever since you moved in a few weeks ago.

after some altercations with your former tenant, your best friend vernon (also known as mingyu's current roommate) had offered you the extra room in his an mingyu's apartment. the room wonwoo had graciously given up in order to move in with his girlfriend two months prior.

now, mingyu had no issue with you. quite the opposite, actually! he had immediately taken a liking to you as soon as youd been introduced by vernon, even befriending you in the process. you, however, despite being his new friend/pretty roommate, were still the source of many of mingyu's problems.

it had first began with the summer heat rising just as you moved in, causing you to wear sinfully short shorts around the house. turning up the ac did not help matters either, as he could not only now see your pretty legs but also the outline of your nipples through your tank tops. and although mingyu was a respectful man, at the end of the day, he was still just a man.

then came what broke the camel's back. mingyu knew that his niceness would one day be his downfall. if he'd known where it'd land him, he never wouldve offered to throw your laundry in with his as you came home from work one day, visibly exhausted at a full day of work under the summer heat.

as he separated the whites, mingyu had felt the soft touch of silk, instantly dreading what his hands had landed over before even having to take a look at it. he knew he shouldve ignored it and just thrown it in with the rest of the clothes, but your name was calling him. the frustration you had caused him since your arrival was beginning to cloud his mind, and without thinking, he was showing the white lace in his face, breathing deeply into it. the laundry took longer to get done that day, as he found himself occupied by more pressing manners before he could finally get to it.

he didnt mean for this to become a habit, except that it ended up becoming exactly that. mingyu might've been a pervert (something he did not want to admit), but he was also a smart man. he would always wait for you to either leave home or head to one of your long showers before sneaking into your room and digging through your dirty clothes, always sighing in relief at finding a brand new used pair of panties to steal away for the next hour. he'd sneak past vernon back into his room and play with himself with the aid of your scent on his nose, imagining what it would be like to have the real thing pressed up against his face, whining as he shoved his tongue inside you.

mingyu, despite thinking himself to be smart and discreet and not a pervert!, was, as previously stated, just a man. which meant doom would eventually find him. unfortunately for him, that day was today. although he was a calculated man, he did not prepare himself for the unexpected, which took form in you barging into his room right before you actually stepped into your awaiting shower to ask if he had extra shampoo, since you had run out. your sentence was never able to leave your mouth, though, as you stopped in your tracks at the sight of your baby pink panties in the hands of your new roommate.

'g-gyu?'

startled, mingyu jumped immediately, making a very stupid bad attempt at covering his dick with the small fabric of your panties. 'WAIT. its not-it's not what you think!', eyes frantically staring at you, heart going a mile per minute.

'is that .. mingyu? are those my panties? what ..'

'it's .. i .. fuck. i'm SO sorry. i cant- i swear its not as bad as it looks. it was an accident, i-' he went on like this for a good minute, stuttering half-thought out excuses that wouldnt hold up in court, much less to the owner of the panties.

you hated to admit it, but the depravity of the act had you throbbing in an embarrassing amount of time.

you'd noticed the occasional absence of your panties, chalking it up to you misplacing them or simply not keeping track of their location at all times (i mean, they were just panties to you), but you never wouldve imagined that the gigantic hunk of your roommate wouldve been stealing them away just to catch a whiff of your scent behind your back. you were beyond embarrassed at the thought, but the space between your thighs burned like crazy at knowing how badly mingyu mustve wanted you.

you turned around, terrifying mingyu at the thought of you marching out of his room to go tell everyone about his perverted actions. you surprised him when you simply locked the door, stepping further into the room until you were sitting almost on his lap, only thing separating you being your thin robe.

'mingyu .. have you been stealing my underwear?', you reached over slowly to put your hand atop his, which was located above his throbbing dick, panties in a tight grip.

'i-i didnt, i-' you cut him off, pressing yourself closer to him, lifting your free hand to his chin in order to make him look into your eyes.

'needed me that bad, baby? you couldve just told me. there was no need to go around sniffing my panties like a little perv', there was both lust and mockery behind your tone, making mingyu's mind cloud even more.

'n-not a pervert. just wa-wanted you, i swear', you had taken his hand away from covering his penis, now softly rubbing him with your own, causing him to close his eyes and let out a breath of relief.

'do you want the real thing, baby? wanna feel what you've been missing? taste it?'

that alone broke mingyu's resolve. now that he knew you wanted him too, he could no longer hold back from taking what he'd craved all these weeks.

moments later you were laying face up, six foot man at the foot of the bed whining against your cunt. his sounds of pleasure were making you dizzy, hearing the frantic way he ground his hips against the mattress, seeking relief from the effects of your cunt on his tongue.

he ate you out to completion, exhausting you after just one orgasm, but he wasnt finished. immediately after, he flipped you over, placing you on your hands and knees above the bed, once more shoving his face into your cunt, muttering something about 'want it from behind, baby, taste so fucking good'.

he continued to moan and groan against your cunt, with you pushing your ass against his face and forcing his head closer to you with your hand. you were completely gone on the pleasure, crying out his name, praying to god vernon wasnt home to hear your embarrassing moans.

'wanted you so bad. made me go crazy parading yourself around me like that, thinking i could hold back'.

'wanted to pound you into the mattress the moment i saw you. you're so pretty, fuck'.

'pretty cunt smells so good. tastes even better. all mine now, right, baby?'

the depravity of his words against your cunt drove you to your end once again, falling limp on his bed once he separated himself from you.

'baby, we're not done yet', chuckled mingyu as he turned you around once more. 'need you to take my cock, okay, pretty? need that cunt wrapped around me'.

he entered you quickly after that, folding you like a pretzel in order to bury himself as deep as possible in you. 'fuck .. god baby, you've been keeping this pretty pussy from me. fucking dangling it in my face, knowing id snap and fuck you.' he groaned, lowering his face to your chest, tonguing along your nipples.

there were no thoughts in your mind. you were left with no ability to respond with anything other than loud whines of his name and cries for more.

''m gonna fuck you every day now, baby. gonna keep you in bed next to me every morning n give it to you. you dont know how much ive wanted you. shit. now you're mine to play with whenever i want, isnt that right? dont need your panties now that i have the real thing. n fuck its so warm n pretty too.' he rambled, steadily increasing the pace and force of his thrusts as he neared his climax.

yours arrived before his, the sporadical tightness of your cunt triggering his as he threw his head back with a loud cry of your name. careful not to let himself fall on top of you, he got up in search for wipes to clean you up with, soon after laying you down comfortably in his bed.

a few minutes of silence went by as he held your spent form. it took you a minute or so to catch your breath and gain your ability to speak properly again. 'sorry for taking your underwear without telling you ..' he said bashfully. a striking contrast from a few moments ago.

you giggled at his pout. 'its fine mingyu, its kind of embarrassing but .. it was kinda hot', you felt heat rise to your cheeks. his eyes perked up at that, a smirk replacing the pout on his face.

'oh? god, youre even more of a pervert, oh my god', he playfully laughed in your face.

'me?! you stole my panties, you degenerate!', you slapped bis shoulder in a force that he could only call delicate.

'but YOU wanted me to, didnt you? you little perv. it's okay baby, i'm a perv for you too. next time just give me your panties, baby.'

there was no winning with him, but it was fine. you could now both indulge each other in your depravity for one another, probably driving vernon crazy as his two roommates became an item.

a/n: not proofread

[wonyz02]

18 + / mdi

content: pantysniffer!mingyu, pervert!mingyu, the unexpected return of this mingyu, established relationship, smut, afab reader, oral (f receiving), face-sitting, etc.

part 1

wc: 1384

a/n: i randomly thought abt a continuation to that one mingyu fic i wrote like a month ago and now here we are

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you thought he would've been done with this by now. i mean, you were dating; exclusively. you had been dating for about a month, so it was quite strange for mingyu to still have this habit.

when you'd first met your boyfriend, you had only been roommates. he was clean, he kept things tidy, he was respectful of your space, and most important of all, he was really hot.

you hadn't known him very well until first moving into his shared apartment, only having ever heard your best friend vernon mention him in passing. which wad why you were in utter shock upon moving in with vernon and mingyu, now realizing that your best friend had been gatekeeping this muscly hunk from you.

admittedly, you had a bit of a crush on him, but you were an adult and you also appreciated the friendship you had quickly built with mingyu, deciding to not act on anything, or even give off any type of hint of your school-girl crush on him. this platonic dynamic, however, did not last long. but its demise was not your doing.

it all started some random afternoon, in which you had headed over to take a shower at the usual time you tended to. having roommates, it was just easier to have a schedule, so you'd always abide by it. except today's routine was quickly interrupted by the unexpected sighting of your panties in mingyu's hand, pressed against his nose while he breathed in the scent. you had only wanted to ask him for extra conditioner, not bothering to knock on his door (your bad), but absolutely not expecting to find the culprit to all your misplaced panties from the past month.

like any reasonable girl, this interaction ended with you letting mingyu fuck you into next week, but only after being thoroughly eaten out by the man as he lost himself between your legs. in very predictable fashion, this resulted in a relationship arising between the two of you, immediately informing your friend vernon that he would now have to third wheel as the three of you continued to be roommates.

you had thought that was the last of it. the last time mingyu would let his depraved tendencies thief you of yet another pair of panties. i mean, he had the real thing now, so there was no need for a washed out scent of your cunt for him to get off to, right? wrong. you had forgotten your boyfriend was obsessed with you, and by result, the lacy panties he knew you wore day after day.

that's why it shouldn't have been surprising when you walked into his room (which was pretty much yours by now) to find him in the same position you had a month before. you wanted to be scandalized, but much like last time, you were incredibly turned on at the thought of mingyu being so addicted to you he'd seek your panties if he couldn't have you immediately.

he noticed your arrival, not stopping his movements even as you neared him, closing the door behind you.

'baby ... left me all alone. 'm sorry, just needed you so fucking bad ...', his movements on his dick sped up, whining and pouting at you for fulfilling your adult duties and leaving him on his day off to go to work.

'gyu ... baby. wanted me that bad? couldn't wait for me to get back?', you were close enough now to caress his cheek, making him lean into your hand as he moaned at your condescending tone.

'mhm', he nodded, 'can i have it? want the real thing, baby. wanna drown in it.'

'how can i say no to you, pretty? c'mere, let me-'

'my face! sit on my face, baby, please!', it wasn't too common for him to beg for you, only ever happening when he was overly pussydrunk for you, so you were taken aback for a moment.

surprisingly, you had never sat on his face to date, despite his constant insistence on eating you out almost every day that allowed for it. to be fair, you two worked a lot, and had only been dating for a month. there hadn't been enough time to explore more positions or even explore each other as much as you'd want to.

'gyu? are you sure? what if i-'

'its fine!,' he was suddenly not as dizzy from the arousal the scent of your panties had given him, all focus now on the thought of your thighs encompassing him as he licked at you from below their weight, 'i can take it, baby, i promise,'

it took a bit of enticing from him to convince you, with him beginning to kiss your neck and sneaking his hand under your shorts to run his fingers up and down your already-wet panties. he succeeded too quickly, knowing you had as little power to resist him as he did you.

and so now you were sitting on his face, worries buried deep in your brain as your boyfriend's tongue delved into the farthest depths of your cunt. you couldn't help yourself in holding onto his hair and begin riding his tongue, too blind on pleasure to even think.

what you hadn't realized was that your boyfriend was off even worse than you, constantly moaning against your cunt while his hand remained occupied on his own dick. he had never felt more turned on, falling in love with the weight of your thighs on his face.

'gyu ... feel so- so fucking good, shit! please ...' you had no idea what you were begging for. there was nothing more mingyu could do to make you feel better than he already was. he had managed to render you senseless, with no coherent thought left in you.

'so fucking good .. shit, so tasty, baby. ride me just like that ..', that was what you could make out of his mumbled words muffled by your cunt, but regardless, knowing he felt pleasure from the simple act of sucking on your clit made you even more aroused.

you began to ride him at an animalistic speed once you realized your orgasm was approaching, face now wet from the tears of pleasure he had pulled from you. mingyu was in no better state, humping his own hand at a similarly inhuman pace, cumming halfway through your own orgasm.

you fell limp on the bed, wearily removing your weight from his face and letting yourself become boneless while he somehow managed to get himself up to get some wet wipes to clean up the mess, but not without attacking your mouth with his tongue for a few seconds before actually getting up, moaning at the whine you let out at your taste on his tongue.

'shit. we have to do that again. we have to do that every time from now on. we-'

'okay, slow down,' you giggled as he cleaned you up, 'i need to recover. you're crazy, gyu, jesus christ.'

'what? is it illegal to love pussy?'

'as much as you do? it should be. also, you're still stealing my panties? gyu, i-'

'listen!' he interrupted you again, now having thrown away the dirty wipes and wordlessly positioning the two of you so you could lay against each other under his covers, 'it was an emergency, okay? i was so horny, you have no idea. and your panties were right there! it's like crack, baby. i couldn't help myself. are you mad?', he was pouting by the end of his explanation, paying no mind to how ridiculous he sounded.

'of course not, gyu. it's actually kinda, uh, i-'

'oh my god. you still like it?! you like when i sniff your panties and i'm the perv?', he gasped, now facing you as he berated you.

'shut up! i'm not the one going around sniffing people's panties, okay? you're the perv!'

'nuh uh, baby. can't turn this on me. gonna be stealing your panties even more now. i dont care if i can have the real thing, want both. gonna make you sit on my face every day too. cant even pretend you dont love it anymore', he was smug about it, knowing he was completely right.

'fine. you can steal my panties. happy?'

he dared giggle in response, 'very.'

[wonyz02]

18+ / mdi

content: newrelationship!jeonghan, very soft, afab reader, fluff, smut, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1276

a/n: im in love with him if that wasnt clear already

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it had only been two weeks since jeonghan had finally made you his.

he had pined after you for a bit, not fully realizing the extent of his feelings for you until a month prior, when he decided he just had to have you and decided to act accordingly, sweeping you off your feet soon after.

you were the prettiest, most perfect thing he had ever had. your relationship was brand new, which made everything even sweeter. he couldn't get enough of you, or you of him.

today had been the first night you spent over at his place, having fallen asleep on his couch halfway through the movie without realizing. he didn't have the heart to wake you up, being too enamored by the sight of your adorable form curled up against the couch, folded like a ball due to the cold. upon realizing your state, he had covered you up with a blanket, allowing you some warmth while he left to prepare you a tea for whenever you woke up. when he came back a few minutes later, he found you disoriented, barely processing the time. it wasnt that late yet, but he still insisted you stay since you seemed so exhausted. after five minutes of jeonghan whining at you to stay, you agreed, also accepting the shirt and sweats he gave you to wear to sleep.

his intentions had been completely pure, only wanting to hold you through the night, guaranteeing himself the soundest sleep he had ever had. and he had been right, as he had never known comfort such as the one he found tangled with you under his covers.

waking up had also been an experience, falling for you all over again upon seeing the softness of your expression as you rested. he decided, once again, not to wake you and fell back asleep in your arms.

a few hours later, you woke up, not offering him the same courtesy and softly waking him up.

'hannie? hannie, wake up.'

'hmm?', he was half asleep as he responded, but your soft voice had immediately sitting up, putting his attention on you.

suddenly, you weee very shy, halfway hiding under your blanket, 'i stayed over ...'

'yeah, baby, i know', he chuckled, 'we went through this, remember?'

'isnt it too soon?'

'hmm. no,' he went to hold you in his arms, 'been wanting to keep you to myself for a while now,' he kissed at your cheek as he said this, drinking in your adorable giggles at his affection, 'now come with me so we can make some breakfast, yeah?'

it was easy for you to agree with him, now getting up and heading to his kitchen, where he allowed you to take charge due to his less than favorable cooking skills, claiming he'd help you out and follow your every order. in usual jeonghan fashion, that had been a lie. the man was simply too affectionate for his (and your) own good, simply opting for hugging you from behind as you made some eggs to satiate the both of you.

his touches had been completely innocent in nature, only giving you a few pecks on your cheeks as he held onto you. he got a bit more daring soon after, however, now deciding to reach uncharted waters and begin leaving breathy kisses along your neck.

you seemed to not be in disagreement, even tilting your neck so he could have more room to kiss you. you couldnt help yourself in the soft moans you let out the moment he began to lick and suck at your neck. those pretty moans were all he needed to let his hands begin to wander across your torso, sneaking his hands under his your shirt as he rubbed them up and down your stomach, almost daring to touch your breasts before asking for confirmation as to whether or not it was okay for him to do so.

'can i, angel?'

'mhm ... anything you want, hannie ..'

'oh? anything?' he smirked against your neck, finding a spot that had you mewling at his touch before finally allowing his hands to find home on your breasts, not taking long to begin pinching at your nipples and feeling you up.

'uh-huh ...' unknowingly, you sensually pushed your ass back against him, making him moan out before beginning a slow grind against you, feeling gratification at your mutual humping.

'oh, baby ... my pretty girl. so sweet for me ...' he loved how soft and pliant you were; how just a few light touches had you losing all inhibitions and entertaining his want for you.

'can i have it, baby? will you let me take care of you?', he asked after a few moments of dry humping, realizing you were growing restless in his arms.

'hannie ... please ..' he didn't need further confirmation to turn you around in his arms, immediately going for your lips as he kissed you sensually, his tongue dancing with your as you moaned at the simple pleasure of his kiss.

he was now grinding against your front, making you whine against his lips, mewling his name in the softest gasps he had ever heard. you truly were the prettiest thing he had ever held in his arms. he wanted you more than anything. he only allowed himself the pleasure of your cries at the bare minimum of pleasure that dry humping was giving you for a few moments, soon opting to finally enter your warmth.

he asked you for permission before doing it, despite knowing you'd respond with enthusiastic consent. he just wanted to hear how badly you wanted him back. after a cry of 'yes. please, hannie!' that had his eyes rolling back at how precious you were, he finally plunged inside you, holding one of your legs up and wrapping it around his waist.

he ground against you in slow and calculated movements, immediately hitting at that spot that had you throwing your head back.

'my beautiful girl ... is that it? that's the spot, angel?' he didn't wait for a response, only ramming harder against you to elicit even louder moans out of you.

'h-hannie ..'

'i know, angel, i know. feels so good, huh? prettiest thing ... you take it so good, fuck. my gorgeous girl. wanted you for so long now. cant believe i have you', he adored the effect he had on you, groaning at the way you tightened around him every time he praised you or told you how into you he was.

'gonna cum for me, angel? gonna give it to me? yeah? wanna feel you, baby.'

you didn't need any convincing to cum while in his arms, and neither did he, quickly pulling out to cum into the sink that had been right next to you, cringing at the thought of having to disinfect it, but having had to improvise in the moment.

'hannie, ew .. the sink?'

'yah! this is your fault! seducing me in the kitchen ...'

'me?! i was just making breakfast!'

'yeah! in my clothes? looking so pretty and fuckable? you knew what you were doing. it's okay, angel. i understand. i wouldve seduced you sooner or later anyways'

you rolled your eyes at his gremlin laugh, jokingly pushing him away when he approached you with dampened paper towels to clean you up a bit, then dragging your sweats back up.

'the eggs got burnt', you pouted at him, interrupting him from the kiss he was about to give you.

'angel, i dont care about some stupid eggs. let me kiss you, yeah?'

'oka-'

he hummed against your lips, enjoying the sweetness of your kiss. he could totally see himself enjoying this every morning from now on.

[wonyz02]

mingyu seems like the type of guy who doesn't know his own strength. he makes himself out to be this soft, puppy-like man who just wants to cuddle with you, make you special food and be the best boyfriend possible, but behind all of this, you know there's something much deeper.

he's got you pinned underneath him, you can feel his erection pressing against your thigh. his plush lips are pressing feverishly against your neck and jaw, and you can hear the soft little sighs escaping past his lips as he keeps you pinned.

you try to wriggle away, but the grip on your wrists is tight. so tight, that when you try to move, he moves his legs so that they're wrapped around your own and it's impossible to move. when he sees you struggle, it makes his cock jump and a cocky smirk appears on his features.

"why are you trying to run away from me baby, cant handle a little foreplay?"

[wonyz02]

been having pure and maybe impure thoughts abt gyu w/ a crybaby gf… like he would be so ??$1?!1&2&&

cw. daddy gyu (as always), crybaby subby gf, bulge kink, size kink, DACRYPHILIA, name calling (calls u dumb 1x but its hot & i think i was kinda cute), traffic light safeword system (bc of tha hansol smut that yu posted & i loved that one sm). gyu is very in love and obsessed w/ u (and ur pussy). i became possessed as i wrote this so i dont even remember what's on here ok just. proceed with caution i think a/n. i got carried away!!! wtf!!! it's long so most of it us under the cut. also barely proofread yay

STOP THE DAMN CAR!!!!! ok listen. u're so real for planting this in my mind but let me sprinkle a lil something into this bc i love intimacy and vulnerability with ur partner....

gyu w/ a crybaby gf ... except gf is the type to hold everything together, only crying when she's alone bc she's too afraid to do that in front of others.

mingyu w/ a crybaby gf, but gf is a crybaby only around him bc she feels safe enough around him to be vulnerable :')

pure thoughts first: it would catch him off-guard when you cry in front of him for the first time. he would straight up panic because in the time that you've known him, from being friends to him trying to win your heart to him becoming your boyfriend, he has never seen you cry.

the first time he sees you cry is when you two have been together for some time already (maybe like half a year into your relationship because vulnerability scares you). he knows you to be strong-willed and sometimes even stone cold, so seeing you in tears after a failed attempt at a dish you'd been wanting to make for him rattles him to his core because he just isn't used to seeing you like this.

he thinks it's a one-time thing, because maybe you were just having a horrible day and the failed cooking attempt was just your tipping point. but then it happens, and happens, and happens, and a year into your relationship, he's sure seen you cry over almost everything. from failed baking or cooking attempts, to how cute this cat on instagram is, to a tiktok of shelter animals not being adopted for being too old or not cute enough by societal standards, to how much you love and adore him— everything.

he realizes so quickly that, all this time, you've been sensitive and tender and feeling, and that your thick skin is only a facade to protect yourself from others and the world— it makes him want to protect and care for you tenfold.

but, he would honestly think it's adorable that you're such a crybaby. he thinks it's endearing and so, so precious that you feel things so deeply to the point of tears. he thinks it even more special that you feel so safe around him that you willingly take down your walls.

whenever he finds you crying, regardless of whatever reason it may be, he's always there to comfort you. he always kisses your pout away, holds your cheeks in the warmth of his hands, wipes your tears away with his thumbs, and litters soft kisses all over your face to kiss the tears away.

he never ever makes you feel small or silly for crying, and does his best to make sure you always feel safe around him. (he's your daddy, that's what he's supposed to do anyway!)

but, oh, it would be such a different story when it comes to him fucking you.

because when he's fucking you, he lives to make you cry.

he lives for the way you hiccup and sob when he splits you open and stuffs you full with his cock. lives for the way you babble and whine incoherently as he rails you nearly past your limit, too overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your veins and setting your nerves on fire.

he loves watching you cry, and sometimes he likes licking at the tears streaming down your cheeks with the most devious smirk on his face, while he fucks your cunt open mating press style.

he loves watching the way you sniffle, the way your breath skips over as you struggle to regulate your breathing because of how good he's fucking you. he loves how he can just tell when you're broken and your mind is split between begging him to stop because you're so overwhelmed, and asking him to keep going, to keep fucking you forever because the way his thick cock fills you up and makes you feel whole is way too good to give up.

(mating press is one of his favourite positions to fuck you in because he likes the view of you sobbing on his dick, and watching his cock bulge through your lower belly.

"y'so little, baby, look," as he slams into you and stills, sheathed all the way in your sweet cunt that he's trained to fit all of him perfectly, moulding your pussy to the shape of his cock to ruin you for everybody else. he runs his hand over his cock bulging through your tummy and presses down onto it with his palm, and the sob it rips from you nearly has him cumming then and there. "god, i fucking love it when you cry.")

he also really loves hearing your muffled cries as you sob into the mattress while he rams into you from behind, thighs spread apart as far as you can while he holds your arms behind you, your elbows looped over his own big, strong arms. he leaves you no choice but to let him have his way with you, and you let him because you love when he uses and corrupts you like this.

"shh. i know, princess, i know." he'd coo and curl his body over yours, foregoing holding your arms together and instead wrapping his strong arms around your waist to hold you closer to him. "y'such a crybaby. dumb little crybaby for daddy."

sometimes, he gets a little too lost in you and the feeling of your wam pussy snug around his dick, his own mind too clouded by the sight and sound of you crying and at his mercy. but he always remembers to take a deep breath and make sure you're okay.

"fuck," he'd cuss, slowing down to a stop for a moment, still buried deep inside you, so he can kiss the back of your head before trailing kisses down your back. "you okay? tell me you're okay, honey."

you nod wordlessly, cheek smushed up against the bed, your sore cunt pulsing around his aching cock. he groans at the feeling.

"color?"

"green— daddy, please— don't stop." you hiccup. "w— w-an' your cum."

then you're whimpering and sobbing into the sheets all over again as he goes back to pumping you so full of his cum and leaving you leaking like it's his life mission, because what you want, you always get.

mingyu doesn't like seeing you cry— but he sure as hell loves making you cry instead.

[wonyz02]

home sweet home kim mingyu x afab!reader [18+]

summary: your husband’s long business trips never get any easier, for either of you. but this time when gyu comes home early you aren’t awake to greet him. but that’s okay. he’ll go ahead and make himself at home anyway. content: somnophilia, established relationship (married), fingering (f receiving), brief oral (f receiving), mingyu loves his wife a lot, gyu is a giver, pet names (kitten, sweetheart, baby) word count: 2.3k

it's late. or maybe it's early? it’s those dark, weird, haunting hours when the night bleeds into morning. mingyu wasn't supposed to be home yet, not for another three days. your husband’s business trips are a constant in your life, but his early return is a gift you hadn't dared to hope for. too bad you’re snoring and missing the grand entrance.

the door opens with the softest click, and there he stands. a giant, weary silhouette framed by the hallway light. his movements are quiet, a skill built from countless nights coming in at odd hours, mindful not to wake you. he eases the door shut and toes off his shoes. you don't hear his careful, but exhausted footsteps. if you were awake, you'd see the way his shoulders drop as he steps inside. 

finally home.

his suitcase lands with a soft thud against the living room wall. it can wait. all that matters now is the pull towards the bedroom. 

mingyu pauses when he steps into your room, watching the rise and fall of your chest. it's a sight that tugs at something primal in him, a longing that's been simmering beneath conference calls, uncomfortable presentations and bitter airport coffees.

he changes out of his professional costume, movements automatic, his mind already crawling into bed beside you before he physically does. slipping under the covers, he's careful not to jostle the mattress too much. the bed dips and you murmur something soft and indistinct, shifting in your sleep.

as mingyu draws closer, his arm finds its way around your waist, pulling you gently against him. his body molds to yours like a puzzle piece clicking into place. meant to be. he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in the scent of home. he sighs softly, a release of every mile that's kept him from you.

his lips find your shoulder, a kiss pressed to warm skin, then your cheek, and finally, your lips. it's a whisper of a kiss, feather-light, but it's enough. enough for you to sigh his name in your sleep, your subconscious recognizing him before your mind fully does.

"mingyu," you breathe out, and it's all the welcome he needs. 

then you make another sound that has him frozen. 

“gyu.” this time it’s enunciated in a mewling whine and you drape your leg over his. it’s a pretty common cuddle position for the two of you. he always compares you to a cat clinging to a tree, the way you throw your legs around him when you sleep, nails digging into his back like your life depends on it. you’re always embarrassed, especially when you notice tiny red marks on his shoulder blades when he goes to shower the following morning. 

“don’t worry, sweetheart,” he’ll always assure in a yawn, his hand going to pet your hair lightly when you pout up at him, “think ‘s cute.”

tonight your claws aren’t out, even though your fingers are lightly kneading into his back. you whine again, a bit louder this time and your leg tightens its grip, helping you position yourself so his thigh is pressing in between your legs. 

“baby?” he whispers, brows furrowed. “are you awake?”

you turn your face into your pillow for a moment, muffling another whine. “gyu,” is definitely what comes out before your breathing slows again. 

and then you move. 

you’re constantly moving in your sleep, so in any normal circumstance mingyu wouldn’t think anything of it. there have been times you’ve ended up hanging off the side of the bed by the time he wakes up for work. 

but this is different. this is a roll of your hips, not a sleepy twitch. one that has some form of intention, even if it’s an unconscious one. 

mingyu’s picking a silent fight with himself. does he wake you up? move your leg? he can’t come to a decision before you start twisting again, small whimpers breathed into his chest. 

he’s suddenly very aware that you aren’t just squirming, but you’re fucking grinding on his leg, humping his thigh and having the audacity to make those needy little noises against his skin. 

mingyu doesn’t know if it’s due to the time he’s spent away or simply how naturally obsessed he is with his wife, but something about what you’re doing is making him feel fucking feral. 

“kitten,” he coos softly, his hand slipping underneath your leg and gently lifting it, positioning you carefully, tenderly on your back. somehow you only release a barely audible incoherent mumble before you sigh pleasantly into sleep again, legs spread. 

your hips raise slightly and you whine when you realize your husband's warmth is no longer there. “oh, baby.” he brushes your hair off your forehead before pressing a kiss to it. “it’s okay, ‘m here. i’ll take care of you.”

your body relaxes, though it’s unclear whether you actually hear him or not. by now you know mingyu will always take care of you, make you feel happy, good. 

and he does just that, pressing gentle kisses all over your face, your forehead, cheeks, lips. all while his hand travels down. 

it’s been a while since the two of you have done this. you were originally the one to suggest it, reminding your husband that whether you were awake or not, your body was his to do with as he pleased. he was extremely hesitant at first, adorably shy over the idea of touching you (or anything further) while you were unconscious. but, after one exceptionally stressful and late night at the office, he gave in. 

that night you woke up to his tongue inside you. you had no idea how long he’d been down there, gently licking and toying with your hole. he’d been enjoying himself, listening to your sleepy little moans and savoring every drop of your pleasure. as soon as you woke up, your orgasm was all over his face. you swore you never saw him smile so big. 

tonight, he’s confident. he’s not worried about waking you—if he does, it’s a bonus. right now he just wants to touch you. and if he can sneak a taste? gold star. 

for now, he’s starting small by slipping his hand into your panties and pressing a finger between your lips. “fuck,” he sighs shakily at how wet you are. you’re soaking, and so warm, and as soon as he touches you your hips raise again. 

“patience, kitten.” he chuckles and his fingers trail to your clit, drawing small, gentle circles. “i’ve got you.” he presses another kiss to your lips, fingers still working your sensitive nerves with loving precision. 

mingyu loves your expressions. he always tells you whenever your eyes roll back or your lips quirk into an open-mouthed smile every time he plays with you, thrusts into you, fills you. he loves seeing your pleasure as much as he loves hearing it. 

and now he’s fortunate enough to get both. your eyes are closed, but your lips are parted to let out soft needy whines that go straight to his cock. your brows furrow slightly and you push up into him. “gyu… please… more…” 

your voice is quiet but still thick with sleep and there’s something about it that has mingyu shuddering, fingers moving faster, pressing just a bit more. your breathing quickens, and he’s mesmerized at the rate your chest rises and falls with every short gasp. your head tilts and gives him perfect access to your neck. he buries his face into it, kissing, sucking, and leaving his own fair share of tiny bite marks that make your toes curl into the sheets. 

“told you i’d take care of you, baby,” he whispers into your neck as his fingers move just the right way and your back is arching off the bed. your voice so loud both from you being startled awake and the wave of pleasure that threatens to drown you as you regain consciousness. 

his fingers slow, but he doesn’t move his hand, smiling at your confused expression. you blink your eyes a few times, trying to register what’s going on. 

your husbands back from his trip? what day is it? why is your heart racing? and why does it feel like you’re coming down from the peak of a high, not just waking up? 

“mingyu?” your voice cracks. there’s more you want to ask, like is it friday already? when did you get home? where the hell are you moving your fingers?! 

you’re convinced he must’ve heard the last question, even though you swear you didn’t say it out loud. he laughs quietly, placing kisses on your neck and your jaw. 

“g’morning, kitten.”

he says it just as his fingers, two of them to be precise, dip into your hole. you’ve barely had time to register your orgasm, so the sensitivity when he pushes into your walls makes your jaw drop in a silent cry. you’re still so tired, your thoughts aren’t adding up and you still haven’t definitively decided if this is real or a dream. but what you do know is it feels amazing. 

mingyu knows every spot to hit, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a pace that has you feeling like you’re in the clouds. your walls squeeze around him like they’re trying to pull him deeper inside. that’s all your tired brain can think of. how far he can go, how full he can make you feel. a part of your brain is screaming for his cock, but it’s drowned out by all the parts begging for his fingers to take you to a new plane of existence. 

“you like that, don’t you baby?” his voice is hoarse, but still just as warm and intoxicating as ever. “you got so wet just dreamin’ of me, huh? you miss me that much?”

you whine, back arching as he thrusts his fingers into you, the sloppy sounds of your gushing pussy answering for you. “missed you so bad, gyu,” you hum, reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair. “wanted to—to feel good. only you make me feel this good, please...” 

mingyu sighs sharply and you can only imagine how rock hard he is. “you touch yourself, sweetheart? thinking of my tongue on you, my fingers, my cock in you? my precious baby, can’t go a day without thinking of my cock, can you?”

you love when he talks like this, his words sending fire through your entire body. there’s a smile tugging at your lips because your husband is right. not a day goes by where you don’t think of him touching you, fucking you. and clearly it’s on your mind at all times, considering the predicament you’re in now. 

you’re unable to voice any of this because you’ve reached a point where every time he moves it feels like you’re losing the ability to form words. all you can think about is how good it feels, how badly you want more. need more. 

you must look completely fucked out because mingyu’s breath is starting to quicken too, matching the pace of his movements. his thumb goes to your clit and he brings his lips to yours as he rubs gently. it’s too much and he sees it all over your flushed face. 

“you’re so beautiful,” he drawls and kisses you again, mumbling against your lips. “so perfect, so good. cum for me, baby.”

and of course you fucking do. it’s all over his hand and what you’re imagining, though an exaggeration, is that you’ve completely destroyed your sheets. its the kind of orgasm that has your heart beating in your ears, blood rushing to your head, your eyes rolling back behind fluttering lashes. it’s the kind of orgasm only mingyu can give you. 

he eases his fingers out and holds them up for inspection. they’re covered and if you could see straight, you may even blush—at least more than you already are. mingyu’s in awe, though, and he brings them to his lips, sucking and licking them clean. 

“fuck,” he breathes, licking his lips like he just had the best meal. he sits up, to your dismay, shushing your whines as he repositions himself. he’s between your legs and you sleepily mumble something about sensitivity. “sh, don’t worry, sweetheart. i just want a taste.”

and he does just that, gently lifting and spreading your legs and immediately leaning to lick a slow line from your hole to your clit. you tense, shiver, and he hums lightly into your slit and gives it one more soft lick. your hips lift on their own, but mingyu shakes his head, crawling back to your side. “later, kitten.” 

you know that it’s not because he doesn’t want to, he’s probably still throbbing. but mingyu knows you so well after five years, he knows your limits. your orgasm high has your brain chanting more, more, more. but mingyu is rational. he knows you’re sensitive, exhausted, it’s 3am, and your mind is so full of nothing but pleasure you probably couldn’t even spell your name if he asked. 

and as hot as that is, mingyu’s first priority is still the same. that you’re taken care of. 

for now, a wipe-down will do and he’ll be sure to help you shower when the sun comes up. when you start to doze, he takes care of himself and cleans himself up before getting back in bed. you’re asleep again and he can’t help but smile at the adorably content expression on your face. the love that swells in his chest is a tidal wave, it's every cliché he's ever heard. but it's real. 

he holds you tighter, a silent promise that as long as he's by your side, he’ll always take care of you. in one way or another. he kisses your forehead and sighs an i love you.

mingyu is home. and he is whole.

[wonyz02]

COSMOPOLITAN | KIM MINGYU

18+ minors dni

word count | 2k

warnings | not proofread, subby and very needy reader, dom gyu, degradation (whore/slut), slight daddy kink, pet names (baby/princess), minor dacryphilia

“what are you smirking at?” mingyu asked from behind the counter, busy with preparing dinner. he was dressed in a black tank top, grey sweatpants, and an apron you got for him for his birthday - nothing out of the ordinary. 

normally you’d drool over how gorgeous he was, how his strong arms flexed under the weight of the pans and pots, how his melanin skin was glowing in the afternoon sun, and how his short hair made him ten times hotter, but the recent pictures from the cosmopolitan photoshoot took all of your attention away from him. 

mingyu looked over your phone, and laughed. “you know i’m right here, right?” you nodded your head and bit your lip, not really listening to the man before you, busy scrolling through twitter and saving every picture you came upon. 

“how are you even real?” you whispered, staring at the photo where you could see part of his back. "wait, is that why you told me to keep my hands to myself that night? so i wouldn't scratch you?" you looked up at mingyu in confusion, just to find him already staring back at you.

“we both know how my back looks like after i fuck you, baby,” he smiled innocently and leaned over the kitchen counter to press a kiss to your lips. 

you shifted in your seat, immediately feeling the wetness between your legs. his nonchalance and confidence, the fact that he knew exactly how he affected you, made you want to throw everything off the counter to show him how much you loved and hated him for how beautiful he was. 

scrolling to the next photo where you could see his exposed chest, his skin smooth and silky, you smiled to yourself because you knew it was usually covered in your hickeys. that's right, only you knew what it felt like to run your lips over mingyu’s body, how sensitive his nipples were, and what beautiful sounds he made when you got close to his big cock.

“let me know when you’re done drooling over the pictures so we can have dinner,” your man suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts. you looked at him like he was crazy, your eyes unconsciously landing on his perfect ass.

"i don't know if you've noticed, but dinner is the last thing i want to eat right now."

mingyu turned around and laughed at your pouting face. "baby, they're just photos. i literally look the same right now as i do in them," he walked around the counter and cupped your face in his large and warm hands, tilting your head up so you could look at him. “would you stop sulking and eat dinner with me?” you sighed, taking in his puppy eyes that he knew you couldn’t resist. 

you nodded your head and pecked his cheek, as he helped you down from the stool you were sitting on. “go and wash your hands, and i’ll get everything ready,’ you patted his chest. 

mingyu disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, leaving you alone in the kitchen with the ramen he made and thoughts swarming your mind. 

"what are you thinking about?" you suddenly felt familiar arms tighten around your waist, his hard chest pressed against your back, trapping you between his body and the counter. “what do you think?” you huffed, but it quickly turned into a sigh as mingyu trailed his lips along the sensitive part of your neck.

“did my baby get wet just because of a couple of photos?” he murmured and you nodded, not bothered by the fact that you should feel embarrassed about getting turned on so easily. you knew it was better to be obedient with mingyu. 

“and what should i do about it, hm?” he whispered into your ear, as he lazily rubbed his thumb over your lower tummy. “gyu, please,” you sighed and threw your head back, so it rested on his shoulder.

you felt his chest move as he laughed, and you were sure that if you tilted your head just a little you would see that your boyfriend’s puppy eyes were gone, but you were way too focused on his hand to move. 

"my little stupid baby wants my cock because I showed a bit of skin in a photoshoot," mingyu cooed, as his other hand slowly lifted your top up, revealing your breasts and nipples, which were already waiting for his warm mouth to wrap around them.

but he didn't do anything further, you could only feel his hot breath on your neck.

"use," kiss. "your," kiss. "words," his lips bruised over the nape of your neck with each word, making your toes curl. "or i'll leave you like this, desperate to be fucked, with wet panties, and empty holes.”

you whined at his words and unconsciously rubbed your butt against his hips and you felt that you weren't the only one who was horny. “you won't get my mouth on your pussy, and you definitely won't get my cock if you act like this," your chest quickly rose and fell with each breath, as you struggled to produce any coherent words.

your mind was mush and you had problems thinking straight, but you knew you wouldn’t survive if mingyu left you like that. 

“i want… i n-need your hand," you moaned. "where? show me baby," you grabbed mingyu's free hand and guided him to your breast and squeezed tightly. normally it would hurt you, but now the pain felt like salvation. "your m-mouth," you then grabbed the back of his head and tried to guide him to your nipple that was practically begging for his mouth.

mingyu, as if he knew exactly what you were asking for, squeezed your breast even tighter and began to circle your other nipple with his tongue. "and your o-other hand," you sighed, grabbing his hand that was still resting on your stomach, lowering it to your pussy. 

“now fuck me,” you thought.

"you know what, i think i'm bored of this,” he said, as if his hand wasn't just circling your clit in torturously slow circles. “let's eat dinner," the moment mingyu said it all the air left your lungs, and you wanted nothing more but to fall on your knees in front of him and beg him to fuck you, but all you could manage was a begging moan.

you gripped the back of mingyu’s head tighter as he continued to lick your nipple like a lollipop, but you knew that no matter how much force you used, you had no chance against him. 

you were like a rag doll to him, like a toy he could push around.

“please m-mingyu,” you pushed your hips harder against his hand for more friction and almost cried out when you felt him pinch your clit. "you're just a slut who just wants to get fucked, right?" he chuckled, going back to rubbing slow circles around your clit. “y-yes g-gyu, i am. i'm your slut,” you moaned as you felt his fingers at your entrance. you grabbed his wrist to hurry him up, but he didn't move even an inch. "great, then you need to be fucked hard, whore."

you let out a tearful moan as you suddenly felt him remove his fingers from your cunt, but not before he collected your wetness. “open your mouth, princess,” you immediately did as mingyu told you and a second later you were politely sucking on his two thick fingers like an obedient girl. 

“good girl,” he murmured, looking you straight in the eyes.

he pulled them out after a while with a loud "pop" and your lips continued to follow them for a moment as if you wanted to continue sucking them. "another time, baby. remember, i have to fuck you now,” mingyu caressed your cheek gently, as you pouted at him, and started pulling his black tank top over his head.

“tell me honestly, baby,” he said and you continued undressing him. your fingers quickly found the bow of the apron behind his back and you had no trouble untying it. 

"if i wasn't at home, would you touch yourself tonight because of these photos? would you imagine my tongue in your pussy? would you ride your pillow, imagining it was my cock? would you have to bite your lip, imaging it was my shoulder, like you do when you don't want the neighbors to know how well i fuck you?"

a soft sigh left your lips and you had to put your hand on mingyu's chest to keep from falling. “my poor princess,” he muttered, brushing your hair away from your face. one of his hands rested on your waist and the other moved down to your ass, pulling you closer to his body.

his hard cock was pressing into your stomach and you knew he needed you as much as you needed him, only he was better at hiding it. you whined like a child and grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulling them off of him in one move. 

"good job, baby. now i can finally fuck your greedy pussy," he smiled like it was some kind of game. honestly, for him it probably was. without any warning, he suddenly leaned you forward so that your chest was lying on the counter, your cheek and tits against the cold granite, contrasting with the warmth of the hand mingyu had on your ass. 

"look at you. you're leaking," he ran his hand down your back. "so what, you expect me to clean up after you afterwards, right?" suddenly you felt him pulling your hair, hard enough to lift your head off the counter. "answer me slut."

“n-no, daddy, i'll clean it up myself later,” he laughed, tugging at your hair again as if he was enjoying your discomfort. "good slut." 

as if you were nothing more than his toy, mingyu grabbed your hips roughly and lifted you up so that his cock was touching your ass and you had no choice but to stand on your tiptoes. "this hole probably wants me to fill it with my cum too, but that's for another day, yeah baby?” he asked, running his cock over your puckered hole.

“now your tight pussy needs to get what it deserves," and without any warning, in one quick move his thick cock entered your cunt.

you moaned loudly, closing your eyes from the mind-blowing feeling, mixed with pain, but you didn't care - nothing could compare to the feeling of mingyu's cock stretching your pussy. “f-fuck, baby,” he groaned, pressing his hips harder against yours. "i love your little pussy."

"daddy, p-please move!" you cried, turning your head to look at him, as your cunt sucked him in deeper. 

as if he hadn't fucked you in months, mingyu grabbed your hips and started thrusting in and out of you hard and fast, so that your tits were sliding against the counter with every movement and you had no choice but to let your boyfriend fuck you. you couldn't see his face, but you were sure he was biting his lip and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.

the sound of his balls slapping against your pussy and the squelching sound of your cunt, mixed with your moans and cries filled your kitchen, and there was no point in trying to muffle the noise anymore. 

"my pussy." "i love when my little princess lets me fuck her like that." "tight and warm, a perfect fuck for my cock."

mingyu was starting to babble and you knew he was close too. his movements were getting sloppier, but you were sure you’d be left with bruises from how tightly he was holding you, his finger digging into your flesh. tears were rolling down your cheeks, and you could feel your wetness making a mess between your bodies and surely on the floor too, but you couldn’t care less. 

holding you with one hand so you wouldn't fall, his other slipped between your bodies and he quickly found your clit. “mingyu,” you moaned for the hundredth time that afternoon, grabbing his hand to make him rub your clit faster.

"come on. cum on my cock, my princess," with one last stroke and a light pinch to your clit, you felt a wave of warmth wash over you, as your pussy clenched mercilessly on his cock. mingyu moaned loudly and came a second later.

after a moment, he gently grabbed your bruised hips, turning you to face him. he ran his hands up your thighs and brushed your hair away from your face. "but really, honey? it's all because of a few photos?" he smiled as if he hadn't just fucked you until you couldn't sit up straight.

“what can I do about it,” you shrugged, nuzzling into his bare chest. "I simply have the most handsome boyfriend in the world."

mingyu chuckled, his arms wrapping around you in a warm hug. "do you know what your most handsome boyfriend in the world wants now?" you shook your head in amusement, looking at him. 

"eat dinner, watch a movie and fall asleep in the arms of the most beautiful girl in the world."

[wonyz02]

pretty little melody kim mingyu x afab!reader (18+)

content: half proofread, daddy kink, breathplay, very subby needy!reader x daddy!gyu, cum drunk!reader, dacryphilia (i can’t help it), overstimulation, pet names (baby, sweetheart, kitten, cutie), degradation (“pretty little slut”, "stupid (for cock)" "cumdump"), unprotected sex

word count: 1.5k

something happens when you gasp. 

your hips lift and a throbbing wave pulses through you. your whole body is trembling, sputtering cries leaving your lips and your nails leaving pretty red marks all over your boyfriend’s back. he’s hitting that delicate spot inside you for the third time tonight, flipping the switch in your brain that turns off all the thoughts focused on anything but him. 

mingyu.

you don’t remember how this started. whether you had a bad day or he did, what exactly it was that has you a fucked out doll at his disposal, you’re not even sure how your day went right now, but you aren’t complaining. 

quite the opposite, you’re begging. your hole is used, sensitive, but it’s still drinking in his fingers desperately. it’s so good, so nice when mingyu fills you up, whether it’s his fingers or his cock, it’s addictive and your pussy craves more each second. 

but mingyu isn’t moving, and your recovering walls feel neglected without his fingers massaging into them. “no, no,” you whimper, lightly smacking at his arm. “need more, daddy, wan’… wanna cum again.”

you hiccup and it seems to gather mingyu’s attention again, his gaze heavy yet curious. you recognize the expression, he wants something from you and, as his good little baby, you automatically want to give it to him. whatever he wants, whenever, you’re mingyu’s and you’ll prove it to him every day. 

he pulls his fingers from you with a sloppy wet sound that has your eyes rolling, your hole clenching as though begging to be stretched again, needing to be filled. 

“baby,” mingyu slurs, his voice low, a tempting lull to his words. “wanna… wanna hear y’ make that… that pretty noise again.”

your brows furrow for a moment and you think you notice him use his wet hand to push his boxers down, the other traveling up to the base of your neck. he presses gently, tentatively, a tender massage that eases your breath, makes you comfortable enough to find your voice and ask, “what n—?”

the question catches in your throat, breath hitching beneath his palm as he squeezes. your eyes widen for a moment, a brief internal scream of i can’t breathe! causing your heart to skip a beat. but mingyu’s grip loosens just before the panic fully manifests and oxygen floods into your lungs, the relief racing both up to fill your head and down to pool between your thighs. 

“that.”

your thinking is still cloudy, sentences not linking together properly, words not articulating, but you think you know what he’s talking about. 

mingyu fucking likes the sound of you choking, the music of you gasping, even more vulnerable at his hands than you already are. and, honestly, it works out, because already you love the way it feels when he chokes you. 

mingyu seems a bit relieved and he leans down to press a hungry kiss to your lips, catching your lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue over it and pulling back just enough to whisper, “you like that, kitten?” he sounds a bit hopeful and if you could think properly, you’d say it was cute. 

“daddy,” it’s a blend of a hiccup, a sob, and a giggle, and your hand flutters on top of his, pressing it down into your neck. “feels nice.” 

and that’s all he needs to hear. 

it’s as simple as a flex of his fingers to get you to keen, your movements in tandem with his as you hook your legs around his waist. your expression, the beautiful sounds leaving you, and the steady stream of bliss dripping from your hole—it has him hard and throbbing as he positions himself between your legs. 

you’d whine if you could, but your voice is hidden behind mingyu’s giant hand, your breath shallow. you see stars when he slides into you, the stretch making your mouth fall open more in a stifled scream, drool trickling from the corner of your lips. you’re unable to take the breath you usually would, to steady yourself, to keep yourself from unraveling then and there. no, now you’re only able to clench, to grip him with your needy walls. your mind is melting and his voice only adds fuel to the fire. 

“fuck, you’re so beautiful when you cry, sweetheart, when you’re like this,” mingyu groans, his hips rocking into a pace that has you silently sobbing, the pleasure overwhelming. it’s like both of you have forgotten the level of your sensitivity, your orgasms in the past hour brushed aside. the focus is on more, more, more and right now. 

mingyu’s creating a pattern, lightening his grip on your neck only to slam into you right as you’re trying to recover with a literal breath of fresh air. “like it when you’re fucked stupid, pretty lil’ slut just wants to feel good, yeah? just wanna be full of my cock?” 

your pleas daddy, please, ‘m yours, all yours are broken up into too many syllables when your voice finally obeys you, otherwise the begging is reduced to gasps and fluttering lashes. your nails paint pretty crescents into his arms, tears spilling from your eyes as your lungs are tempted again and again, the rush of air being abruptly stopped and mingyu pounding into your pussy enough to drive you crazy, if you aren’t already. 

“my baby, my pretty fuckin’ baby, love when you're like this, fuckin' stupid for my cock,” mingyu’s whispers could be for you or himself, it’s hard to tell. he’s absolutely wasted on your pussy, the way it pulls him into your heat, how your walls massage his cock, so responsive as he slams into you. it always feels like he’s ensuring all of you is his, your pleasure just for him. if all you can remember is mingyu, all your cunt can remember is his cock and nothing will ever fill you as perfectly. 

“aw, my needy lil’ kitten, can’t think of anything but daddy, right now, yeah?” you think you nod, your teary chin hitting the back of his hand as his grasp tightens again. “that's it, sweetheart, daddy’s makin’ you feel so good can’t stop cryin’, hm? so good you can’t live without it, without me filling you up with my cum, fucked out lil’ cumdump, oh you’re so beautiful”

it’s true, it always is. mingyu knows you’re his, he wouldn’t want it any other way. you’re his beautiful little baby and he’ll always be the one that takes care of you, in the best ways. 

maybe it’s something about the way your eyes roll back, your lips parted in a suspended gasp, the rosy flush that’s filled your cheeks, but mingyu’s hips stutter, pushing into you at a depth that, if you weren’t already suffocating, would take your breath away. 

he lets go, his hand moving to brace himself through his own rush as it mixes with yours and you break down into delighted gasping sobs. “daddy,” your voice is hoarse, broken, but the way your fingers trail up and down his forearm proves that it’s all in bliss. “so—so good, it’s so… daddy’s cum feels so good” 

mingyu chuckles breathlessly, the pads of his fingers going to draw soothing circles on the reddening skin of your neck. “you’re s’ good, baby, always so perfect for me.” he hums and trails kisses from your neck, to your jaw, finally ending at your lips.

his kisses are soft, far more tender than the roughness of his fingers around your throat, each one planting seeds of reality in your thoughts, slowly bringing your vocabulary back together in a way that makes sense, but not enough to draw you out from the pleasure that still has you shivering. “you did so well, sweetheart,” he soothes into your lips, taking your weary giggles into his adoring kiss. “oh ‘m so, so proud of you.” 

there’s a beat of hesitancy, where the air is a bit thicker with unspoken questions, and mingyu takes the time to slowly pull out of you, trying to keep his eyes away from the way your hole tenses, a milky stream being pushed out and drawn back in with every pulse. he settles next to you and pulls you into his arms, stroking your hair and steadying his breathing to help inspire yours to calm. 

“baby?” he starts and you can barely place the discomfort in his tone. “that was… okay? i didn’t hurt you or anything right, wasn’t too… weird?”

the laugh that leaves you is a bit more stable, genuine in its amusement. words are still proving difficult, due to both the mental toll and the physical pull on your throat, but you think you can get the point across when you kiss him. “no… no, not bad. didn’t hurt. liked it—really liked it.” 

relief fills mingyu’s sigh and he kisses your forehead, a small smile on his face when he pulls away to look at you. his eyes scan your neck and you hum, the words flying to you before you can register them, the piece of your brain dedicated to the heat in your stomach sparking to life again. you trace absently on mingyu’s chest, peeking up at him through your lashes. 

“what is it, cutie?” mingyu asks, fangs flashing as he studies your needy expression. he knows what you want, but he’s fully prepared to keep you in his arms for just a bit longer and, thankfully, you’re in agreement. 

“need… a lil’ break…” you begin, nuzzling into his chest with a soft sigh. “but, later…” you peek up at him again with an adorable amount of sheepishness. 

“i can go again."

[wonyz02]

18+ only. minors dni.

cw. barely proofread!, daddy!gyu (ARE WE SURPRISED ATP), super fucking submissive f!reader who is much smaller than gyu and also calls him daddy outside of sex, possessive!gyu, creampies :3 (just stay protected alright????), hint at reader enjoying being defiled by her big buff daddy!, fingering, overstimulation, tbh kind of hints at mindbreaking, spittin in da mouf <3, fingers in da mouf <3, so much cum… why is there so much cum……., AFTERCARE CAUSE THAT SHIT IS SO SEXY, mentions of sub and dom drop!

author’s note. AAAAAAH THE VOICES (this is filth. it’s FILTH. IT’S SO MUCH FILTH PROCEED WITH CAUTION I THINK ‼️)

listen. lazy, sloppy makeouts with mingyu as he fingers you. :’)

his back against the headboard as you sit prettily on his lap. one hand on your waist, pads of his fingers pressing into your flushed skin, the other hand on your heat, two thick digits pumping into you much too slow for your liking.

you whining when he pulls even the tiniest bit away. him mumbling against your lips slick with his spit from kissing you so much. his voice dripping with faux sympathy as if he isn’t fully aware of the effect he has on you.

“aww, baby. y’so wet. all this for me?” with a hint of teasing as he smears your wetness over your pussy lips and puffy clit before dipping his fingers back into you again then adding another.

and you can’t even respond because your mind is all fuzzy from kissing him, too dazed from his fingers curling again and again into that spot inside you. panting, whimpering into his mouth, wanting to beg for more but the words die on your tongue as he presses into your g-spot again and grinds the heel of his palm against your poor, sensitive clit.

him being so gentle with you when he’s usually rough (not that you’re complaining) because he wants to take his time ravishing you completely, unravel you slowly and surely until you’re putty in his hands, obedient and pliant to his every will.

“you’re so good for me, baby,” he’d praise against your lips. “so good for daddy. you’re daddy’s best girl, yeah?”

and you whine something that sounds like ‘yeah,’ mind too foggy to actually form anything coherent, because you are his good girl. always.

you whining when he pulls away from the kiss and withdraws his fingers, and his eyes sparkle at the sight of you, lips swollen and wet, cheeks flushed, eyes unfocused and irises blown out as you look at him dumbly. it’s empty behind your eyes cause all you can think of is him. he thinks you’re the prettiest when you’re like this.

“open, pretty.”

his thumb pressing down on your chin to open your mouth, then him gathering spit in his mouth and dripping it thickly onto your tongue. he slips his fingers past your lips too quick for your hazy, dumb mind to comprehend, and you taste yourself on his digits as he massages your tongue.

lazy makeouts with mingyu that lead to lazy sex that leads to messy, desperate, whiny sex. leads to him fucking load after load after load after load into you, sticky, creamy ring of white forming at the base of his thick cock as he keeps going. fucks you so much and so good that your body goes limp and all you can think about is his fat cock ramming into your sore, worn out cunt, your vocabulary reduced to pathetic whimpers of ‘daddy’ and nothing else.

“ngh— fuck—” as he cums inside you yet again, his eyes squeezed shut. rambling praises as his gaze fixates on him ramming into your tight, creamy pussy that’s almost too small for his fat cock (you are small but he’s just trained you enough to take all of him). his cum is so sticky, stretching with each time he pulls back, and your poor cunt is a mess, covered in and leaking with his cum. the sight is vulgar, but he loves it— lives for it. and he knows if you could see yourself, you’d love it too.

“fuckin’ hell, princess— love this little pussy so much. all for me, yeah? all mine. daddy’s little pussy to play with. tight, little cunt was made for me. god, i love you— love you so fucking much.”

he ends up overstimulating the both of you to tears, both of you whimpering at the mix of pain and pleasure, because when it comes to you? he just can’t get enough.

(the aftercare he gives you is phenomenal. cleans you up real good. carries you to the bathroom and helps you wash yourself up. rubs soap all over your body and shampoos/conditions your hair for you. picks out your pajamas and once you’re in bed, he holds you close, kisses you tenderly, praises you again and again and again as he patiently guides you down from your high.

“love you, baby. you did so good for me. m’so proud of you. i love you so fucking much. you’re always so good for me. my girl. thank you.”

and you, of course, return the favour. praising him and thanking him for treating you so well, for taking care of you, for being the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.

“thank you, daddy,” as you peck his lips over and over, his cheeks in your small hands, “love you, daddy.”

he giggles at your cuteness despite the fatigue coursing through his body and his eyes threatening to close, lets you praise him and kiss him as you pleased, until you’re satisfied and sure he won’t drop.

“i love you. i love you. i love you,” and kissing him each time in between. “thank you for loving me.”

cuddles until both fall asleep, then even more kisses and cuddles in the morning, breaths in sync as his heartbeat rings in your ears. neither of you care that it’s nearly 4pm and you’re still in bed— all that matters is him and you.)

[wonyz02]

Pink ribbons (m) | JJK

Jungkook x f.reader

smut, angst, slight fluff

warnings: dilf!jk, age gap, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, riding, cowgirl position, pssy play, teasing, huge mentions of cheating, homewrecker!reader, crying, toxic behavior, toxic situations, masochistic ass plot, emotional damage, soft yandere reader? switch reader/jk? Mental stuff..

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How did you meet him? Well, he was your photographer, one of the most well known photographers all across town. He's worked with big companies and also some big stars as well. You were a 21 year old girl, who was a underwear model for Victoria secret. There were many departments for the underwear modeling agency, but you were more on the cute pink/white underwear modeler department.

Your photographer was Jeon Jungkook and hell did you want him so bad. It's not like you were stupid, you saw the ring on his finger, you seen the daughter on his phone lock screen, you saw his wife kissing him on the cheek every morning while they part their ways for work. Then why were you sleeping with him?

You needed to have him.

You caught his eyes when you started your own little signature look that the Victoria's secret agency loved, and so did Jungkook. Your pink ribbons wrapped around your thighs. You used your youth and beauty to lure him in, to have him inside of you. To make yourself his dirty little secret. You were know as "The girl with the pink ribbons" and known to him as "My secret with the pink ribbons"

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You were riding the 32 year old male like your life depended on it, thighs wrapped up with your signature pink ribbons, even had one in your hair. Your tight walls sucking him in so well you couldn't open your eyes without seeing rose tinted hazy clouds all around you. His thick and long cock sliding in and out of you so well, every vein brushing against your gummy velvet like walls, making you both moan in euphoria.

"Fuck, yes baby. Like that." He chants in your ear as he felt you clenching around him.

You brought your hand to his throat, slightly choking him. Although you were small and submissive at times, you also liked having your own way with him. You liked to show him even though you're submissive towards him you can also be an dominate woman.

He let you take control, he let you ride him and control his movements to what you liked most. He found it adorable that you liked to take the lead, although you're always so shy when you do. He starts to whine out your name, so you slowed a bit down to slightly tease him.

Your dominate fantasies were fun while it lasted until Jungkook started to thrust up into your pussy, making you whimper and let go of his neck. Instead your hands went to his shoulders to help ballance you up, you needed it especially how his tip was brushing against your sensitive cervix.

Loud whimpers and moans leaving your mouth as you feel that twisting feeling in you tummy again. You don't know if your climax is coming or if his cock is just rearranging something in there. Your boobs were bouncing and Jungkook just knew he had to wrap his lips around your nipples. He loves your huge heavy tits rubbing against his face, he loves your body so much.

He loves to grip your small waist as you ride him. Grip your thighs while they're wrapped up with pretty pink ribbon, shower you and remove your small pink bows from your hair. He loves touching you so much, you make him forget all about his ... well burdens.

It wasn't long until both you and Jungkook were screaming out each other's names. You milked him dry of all his cum, he gave you a creampie.. your favorite. Feeling his sperm inside you was the best feeling ever, you didn't care how wrong it was. It's like drinking warm tea on a cold night, the warmth fills your body up with butterflies of coziness. The girls who get it get it.

For a moment while you were catching your breath and Jungkook was looking into your eyes, you swear his eyes sparkled. Although... it didn't last long.

He quickly and gently pushed you off his lap, quickly cleaning himself with a clean cloth. He threw away the condom he used previously but of course he took it off so he can feel you raw, and he also like fulfilling your breeding kink. You always tell him how bad you wanted him to get you pregnant with his babies, he thinks it's just some kink but you actually want to have his kids. You're obsessed with him.

You felt worthless whenever he leaves you on the bed with his cum dripping down your thighs, your pussy sore from his roughness and how he leaves you there like some whore. Being honest, you did feel like a whore. You were so young, pretty, perfect body.. you could have many of boys chasing after you but no. You wanted Jungkook, you wanted married man who already has a daughter.

Although you told yourself you felt bad, you honestly really didn't.

His wife can't satisfy his needs so you will, she doesn't make him feel as good as you do so you're going to continue to make him feel good. The thought of him cleaning his shared room up, doing the bed again so he can go back to sleeping by her side kills you. You hated leaving his house, you wanted to be the one that lived there with him. You wanted to be the one to give him children and to have his last name not that boring wife he has.

"I need to shower real quick, that should give you enough time to get yourself together and go back home." he said in a boring tone, like he's done using you for the week.

Your silence was loud. You usually said a soft "ok" or "yeah" but you didn't say anything this time. This time, you stay quietly on his bed, no blankets covering your naked exposed body. You looked at your own body, hickeys, bruises, cum, spit all over it.. oh and your ribbons. You looked at the mirror that was across the room, your makeup running down your face, bruised lips, marked neck, you even had his dry cum on the side of your face.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He walks towards your small figure. Big fat tears dropping out of your eyes as your lips quiver, your breathing goes a little faster too.

He can see how you're upset about something, his mind automatically goes into the sex you two just had. A lot of women feel guilty and dirty after having sex with certain types of men, he thought you were going through the same thing. He isn't one to comfort another while they're feeling down but truth be told, he did care for you.

"I- I don't wanna.. don't want to leave you. I want to stay. please." your voice was shaky as tears kept falling down your cheeks.

Jungkook was a little confused for a second, he thought you were feeling guilty after sex but no you were just being clingy. Although he doesn't like clinginess much, he'd make an expectation for you.

"Hm, okay. There's no rush, I'd make you feel good of course. Your afterglow is coming in, I gave it to you. I gave it to my prettiest girl."

His prettiest girl. You liked that, you liked that a lot.

His muscular arms comes to pick you up as he sits down on his bed where you were sitting. He places you on his lap as he grabs the extra clean cloth he has, you place your arms over his neck so you're oh so close to him. He opens your legs suddenly and you let out a small gasp, he did it so he can clean you. His eyes go to your sore chubby pussy, a little red from the sex you two just had. He sees how both yours and his cum is dripping out of you still, trailing down your inner thighs. He places sweet kisses on your shoulder, dragging the cloth in between you legs making you hiss because of your sensitivity.

"It's okay baby, I got you."

You whine a bit before you got used to the sensation. He was careful with you, like you were a glass ball rolling on a coffee table and he had to balance the table so you don't fall and shatter everywhere. He was taking care of you.

It wasn't long until you were all cleaned up, tears becoming less harsh but still there. Crying because of how loved you feel at the moment, but you know it won't last.

You stop thinking about the cons as something in you kinda just happened, you found yourself grinding on his lap again.

You gasp at the sudden small slap you got on your inner thighs from his long tattooed hand.

"You're so nasty baby. Such a shy innocent girl flaunting around in her underwear as I take pictures, but such a nasty dirty girl naked for me in bed. You're perfect" his words made your heart skip a beat.

You open your legs a bit as you feel his hand go in between them. You look at him with pink flushed cheeks and round doe eyes as his finger parts your chubby lips apart and swipes up and down your slit. Your pinkish peachy undertone pussy was his favorite, he always says he wants to live in it, at first you found it funny but now you see it as such a compliment. You let out a small moan when you feel his finger rub your sensitive clit.

"m' so good, feels so good."

"yeah baby? So good? I love making you feel so good princess, hate seeing my beautiful girl sad. I'll make you feel so so good. All for my pretty little one." He kisses the side of your cheek, his chest brushing up against your back. You love feeling his abs against you.

He started to rub circles on your clit, he then suddenly slightly smacked your pussy making you yelp.

"keep them open doll" he chuckles in your ears as he spreads your thighs open again after you closed them due to the sensation he was making you feel.

His tattooed fingers were tracing your hole that was clenching around nothing, coming back up to your sensitive clit that was begging for more stimulation. He left sloppy kisses on your collar bone, marking you as his. You gasp in pleasure as he starts to rub your pussy in a fast speed, teeth nibbling and mouth sucking dark red purple kisses all over you.

"g-gonna cum Jungkook.. I'm gonna cum!" your body shook and trembled foward, shaking in his embrace. His muscular tatted arms grabbed your body closed to his chest as his fingers were being squished in between your thighs you were squeezing together

"c'mon over here, need to hold you close sweet cheeks" his voice was soft and comforting. You let him slightly drag you into laying position, your head on his chest as he brings his soft cover over his body and also yours. There was a good moment of silence, just you focusing on your breathing and Jungkook letting your warmth warm him up.

Your mind started to think again, and that wasn't the best especially while you're with him. You had to tell him you loved him, you couldn't keep it inside anymore. You had to tell him to make up his mind. You felt bad that his wife was still in the picture, but not because you felt bad for her.. you felt bad for yourself. You shouldn't have to share the love of your life with someone else.. you couldn't. You know you were the other woman, the home wrecker, the whore.. but you couldn't help but to fall for him.

You gave him your virginity, your body, your heart, your mind, your soul. You gave him everything and now it's his turn to give you the same energy back.

"Jungkook" you chirped as you pushed yourself closer to him if that was even possible. "Jungkook I have to talk to you. It's a kind of hard to process? Or.. I don't know. I don't want to put you in an awkward position or anything but.." you started to stall.

Jungkook looked at you in confusion, not understanding what the hell you were talking about.

"What is it? Don't be shy you can talk to me, I'm here." he chuckles out to reassure you that whatever you have to say, you can say it to him. Even though he doesn't know what you have to say.

"okay well, I know you're a married man and you have a daughter and all of that. I'm aware it's a sensitive topic we don't discuss much but I.. I need to tell you that I'm really starting to feel like I can't live without you. I can't sleep without thinking of you, I can't eat right when I do see you, I'm really just.. in love with you. I'm in love with you Jeon Jungkook."

You honesty has no idea what you expect from your confession, but it certain wasn't this. Jungkook had his face in between your thighs, sucking your clit as his fingers were going in and out of you at a good pace. He smirked as you fell apart on his tongue, proud knowing how good he's making his doll feel. You honestly had no idea what was going to happen after this night between you and Jungkook has ended. It's safe to say that as one is getting her heart broken, one's wildest dreams are going to come soon.

She stands outside the door, the door opened by just an inch, seeing the betrayal in front of her eyes. She knew he was cheating, she knew it was with someone from work. How could he? How could you. How could you smile and greet her hello whenever she'd pass by you at work to bring her husband surprise lunches? How could he tell her he loves her, .. that her and their daughter are his top priority? She was sad, and livid. He was pleasing you so good, he was making you feel good and she could see that.

In her mind, all she can think about is going to her parents house, where she left their 6 year old daughter at for the night and start to get papers ready to file for a divorce.

Her sad ending was your happy beginning.

And as for Jungkook? Wil he suffer? Hm, no. Should he suffer? Yeah maybe a bit, but what once was lust slowly started to turn into love. When he had you on his chest, your words echoing through his head.. saying you loved him.. he knew he loved you too.

He's get to see your pink ribbons when he wakes up, and when he sleeps.

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an: I do NOT encourage this irl.. please do not take this fictional story and try to mix it with reality!! With that being said, WOOOO omg guys... I've been writing this for only like 2 days. It was supposed to be a draft just for some writing improvement, but it started to get a little too good, so I turned it into a fic lmfao 😭

hope you guys enjoy this 🤍🎀 like if you feel like it :)) !! ♡

[wonyz02]

Hi babes!! can you do a short fic about older/dilf!jk x reader with daddy issues? smutty and cute pleaseee <3

guys who are older (m) | JJK

Jungkook x f.reader

smit | fluff | tiny bit of angst?

warnings: age gap, older!jk. daddy issues?, unproteced sex, counter sex, dom/sub dynamics, slight choking, afteracare, some cutesy stuff c:

(Is this short? I think so... I'm not sure omg I tried my best anon!! Hope you enjoy!)

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Older men. Older men were your obsession. You always fantasized about being with a older guy, who know how to take care of a woman better than any of these stupid young boys your age. You made it your goal in life to fuck a hot older dilf, you always had the fantasy but when it really started to come true? You didn't want it to go away.

Jeon Jungkook, 38-year-old divorced hot dad moved next door to you and fucking hell did he make you go insane. Let's just say, you gotten to know him very well.

Fucking Jungkook was the best part of your day, you two can't go a day without having sex. You made it very clear to him that he can talk to you about anything, it doesn't always have to be about sex! Although, the age gap was certainly something you always swore to him you can understand like an adult.

You're a 21-year-old college student, and he's 38, divorced, and has 2 kids, did you care? No, not at all. You were going to fuck him regardless.

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"You're such a good girl for me." a beautiful moan coming from his mouth, his large member thrusting in and out of your tight hole, tattooed hands clamped around your throat.

All you did was knock on his door for some sugar, in the smallest skirt you know he loves.

Now, you're on his kitchen counter, legs spread opened, panties to the side like a whore for his cock to ram into your cunt. Whimpers coming from your mouth as his cock kept hitting the same spot in you over and over again. He knows how's to fuck way too well.

"Jungkook please, cum in me!" you let out a high-pitched moan as you felt his cock hit your g spot repeatedly. You then do a little yelp as his hand comes off your throat and up to your boobs, grasping them like stress balls.

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me. I can be in this tight pussy all fucking day." his words send you over the edge, you can feel your orgasm coming close. a couple of rubs to your clit and you're releasing sweet cream all over his member just how he likes it.

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Sex was great of course; the aftercare was just as good. He lets you know that he cares after fucking you into next week. He would make sure you had a nice spot to nap knowing you're such a sleepy head after sex, he made sure there was snacks for you to munch on.

His praise was everything to you. He knew you didn't have a father figure emotionally there for you while you were growing up, he caught onto your daddy issues really quick. Every time you brought up your grades, good or bad ones he'll always say how he's proud of you.

"Darling don't be sad, an 88% is fine. You studied hard and you did your work, you just need to understand it better. Look, your professor even left a note saying how lovely your handwriting is!" he pointed to the little sticky note, trying to cheer you up as you were letting out tears for not getting the perfect grade back.

"Well yeah I mean, I tried my best to make it look nice." sadness tinted in your voice as you leaned into his chest feeling nothing but warmth and comfort from him.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you're okay." his soft yet simple words are enough to make you break down. He picks up your body and sits down on his living room couch, your hands wrapped around his neck as his arms wrap around your waist.

Times like that were the best, knowing that you can have that comforting connecting with him, knowing that he wasn't just going to walk out on you. He was the older man you always needed in your life, and you're not going to let him go.

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this was done pretty fastly lmao sorry if it's boring? Idk I'm not used to writing this way but I wanted to try it out! Like and follow if you feel like it, thanks for readinggggg ~~~