#🌧️.moots

[luvyrin]

omg hi rina!! hru? ♡ i hope you're doing well 🥰🥰

fae! sorry for the late reply but I'm doing good! pretty busy with school but I'm going swimming soon! how bout you? how r u fae? <33

[bimbo-baggins17]

HELP IS THAT A LIGHTSABER??? IM CRYING 💀💀 I need to know what his initial reaction was to see this

[blackoutbugza]

so i had a really weird dream last night

enter me, sitting peacefully in my house. i then hear a knock on my door and i jump up to answer it, only to find @not-sure-what-im-feeling @logan-the-artist and @thegoldenduckie standing right there broad as ever, right outside my house.

of course im confused as fuck and im like “how did y’all get my address” and then you guys shush me and say “its fine bro were going to FISH MART you wanna come?” and at this point, having no idea what you’re talking about or where fish mart is, i do the most logical thing a person can do: i say yes

so we’re driving to fish mart and as we get out we walk in. all is well. then for some reason logan and xavier get into a fish fight and start hitting each other with wet fish and stuff while me and duckie just kind of watched. after whatever that was, we all go over to the register.

turns out @viva-gardens (hi viva) is working the front desk and they’re like “yo, i work at this place, want a fish?” and we’re all like “ok”. so then i turn around and i see my dad standing behind us, but he’s a dog, and he’s running around in circles. cut to me in my bathtub fully clothed with freezing cold water that came up to my stomach so i get out and i check the time. it’s 6 AM. i then see my dog dad standing in front of me and he says one little thing: “you need to wake up.”

and then i woke up

[luvyrin]

interviewer rina is back, since ur on ur tbz era... who is ur current bias and what's ur fave song so far? ����

anyways, I'm doing good ig

ejj im back from the rina dungeon how have you been? <33 also happy late new year

HI RINA BAE IMYSM 😥 happy late new years! i’ve been good, in my tbz era as you can see …. LITERALLY LOVE THEM MFS SO MYCH 💓 how r you rinrin ? 😊

[arlerts-angel]

Hey Mack :) how’s your family? I hope you have a very nice day/night/morning/evening <3

✨🩷🌙SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🩷🌙

we're good!! baby girl requested pizza for dinner and she absolutely smashed two pieces, it was so worth ordering domino's last minute 🤣❤️

i hope you do as well, april!! 🫶

[rainingpouringetc]

y’all. gave my very first film story pitch today. literally had an anxiety attack over it and was sitting there convincing myself that everyone else’s were way better than mine and i was watching my professor pick apart the weak parts of stories i thought were seamless and was legitimately this 🤏 close to leaving the class cuz i was so convinced they were gonna hate it. then i went up and gave my pitch. looked at my professor and he’s SMILING and telling me he LOVED IT and didn’t have ANY notes or critiques for it. i damn near cried.

[luvyrin]

good luck on ur exams! manifesting that you pass 🙏🙏🙏

I'm not really doing anything as of the moment lol

YOU CHANGED UR ALIAS OMGOMG I'm gonna miss gigi but hru Della?

YES YES I DID!!! and I'm doing okay!! I'm studying rn for my exams later :P wby??

[luvyrin]

no cus ur theme is so cute but simple at the same time 😔🤞 teach me ur ways 🤳‼️

thank youu 🤭

but I can't teach you my ways because your acc is literal perfection already 😔 and also I actually don't have my ways because its just chaewon being pretty–

[bimbo-baggins17]

His face in this picture is such a dad face 😂😂😂😂

OH MY GOD IT IS 😭 I love when he makes his silly dad faces (taking pics on his phone is another time he does it) tbh he’s always kinda made them..he was made to be a dad ig 😭

[blackoutbugza]

Hiiiii cameron!ty for rebloging my silly chonny jash art, are you also a chonny jash fan perhaps ?🥺

yes yes yes!!!!!!!!! i am :D & also yw, it’s SO CUTE!!!!!!

[bimbo-baggins17]

She did it again, ladies and gents 🙂‍↕️

Pairing: soldier!anakin x f!reader

Author's note: there will be a song that you may listen to while reading this chapter -> "it's been a long, long time" by Kitty Kallen and Harry James

The middle of September, 1939.

Anakin held you close by the waist as you both swayed slowly to the music from the radio, the strains of your favorite song, "It's Been a Long, Long Time," filling the quiet room. His head rested on your shoulder, his thumbs gently tracing small circles over your stomach. The two of you were mostly silent, sharing a moment that felt like it contained every word that didn't need saying.

It was your last dance.

Your last dance before he would leave for the war.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” you broke the silence, each word sticking in your throat like a shard of glass.

Anakin tightened his hold, his hands strong yet tender against your waist. He took a slow, steady breath, as though he were trying to memorize every inch of you in his arms.

“I’m going to miss you more,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he pressed gentle kisses along the curve of your neck. Then he pulled back, twirling you with a gentle spin to the rhythm of the music. His blue eyes were full of a depth that both comforted and shattered you.

“Come on,” he whispered, voice low and coaxing. “Smile for me.”

You managed a soft smile, though your heart clenched at the sight of his face, drinking him in.

He chuckled softly. “No, not like that. I want a real one.” His voice, warm and full of that easy charm, brought a fuller, more genuine smile to your lips.

It was all the music you needed. The sound of his laughter melted your heart, and you felt your sadness recede, just enough to savor the moment with your favorite boy, even as the ache of his departure loomed just ahead.

“There it is,” he said softly, his gaze warm and intent as if he just saw the most beautiful thing in whole world. “That’s my favorite smile on this whole earth.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his eyes lingering on you like he was engraving every detail into memory. “I’ll be seeing this smile in my mind, again and again...until I see it with my own eyes again.”

He drew you close, pressing a kiss to your lips. There was something different in the kiss this time, something deeper, as his hands framed your face, unwilling to let go.

You closed your eyes, resting your forehead against his. “I don’t want you to leave…” you whispered, each word raw with the helpless plea caught in your throat. “…please stay.”

His eyes softened with sadness. “You know I would stay if I could,” he said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear with careful fingers. “Especially now,” his voice softened as his hands slid down to your stomach, “when you’re in this state.”

He kissed you again, tenderly, his hands resting over the small curve of your pregnant belly. Then he knelt down, pressing his lips against your body, his chin nestled against your stomach as his hands gently cradled your hips.

“I’m going to come back,” he said, his eyes meeting yours with a fierce determination. “I promise.” And you could see how much he meant it, the strength of his will battling with the fear he held back, not wanting to let you see his own doubts. But still, the weight of his words pressed against his chest—the promise felt like the only way he could make this bearable. He had to believe he’d come back to you. He would do everything in his power to keep that promise - for you, for your future together.

You stood with Ahsoka on the platform, watching as Padmé bid her goodbye to Rex, and Satine to Obi-Wan, both clinging to their loved ones for as long as possible. Anakin had already said his goodbyes to you over the past week, knowing today would come too quickly, knowing he’d have to pull himself away. You could barely bring yourself to look at him now, standing with the other men, laughing to hide the pain that was all too real.

“Are you going to say goodbye?” she asked quietly

You wanted to. And you didn’t. The ache in your chest threatened to overwhelm you, and you weren’t sure if you could stand in front of him and watch him leave.

The silence on the platform felt deafening, heavy as lead, filling your ears, tightening in your chest. It felt like dying. Like falling into a dark, endless void.

Silence settled around you, thick and heavy. You felt it pressing against your heart, a sharp ache that seemed to grow with every passing second, twisting deep within.

Now It felt like falling.

Falling into a dark well of fear, hopelessness with no way to know when, or if, it would end.

You wanted to scream, to run to him, to never let him go.

And all the goodbyes felt like another piece of your heart being taken, broken, scattered. The way every woman's sobs filled the air was paining, especially having in mind only a few of men will come back, and the rest of ladies will have to live without them..

Then, as though sensing your pain, Anakin called your name, And then you heard it— spoken so softly you almost missed it.

All of your friends turned, eyes on you, but it was his gaze that held you, those ocean-blue eyes that were your world. Anakin was smiling softly, as if only you and he existed.

Before you could react, cal appeared out of nowhere and carefully, gently (with your acceptance) lifted you up, carrying you closer to the train window where Anakin leaned over with that boyish smile.

Your heart hammered, each step bringing you closer, until he was right there, face-to-face.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Anakin smiled, his voice soft, and you could hear laughter from his friends in the train car.

“Hi,” you breathed, barely able to speak.

“You know—”

“Just kiss already!” Cal groaned, struggling under your weight "I’m not used to carrying four-month pregnant women on my shoulders!” drawing laughter from the future-to-be-soldiers.

Before you could say anything, Anakin reached down, pulling you into a deep kiss. His lips were soft, but insistent, tasting faintly of mint. Your fingers curled around the edge of the window, steadying yourself, trying to anchor yourself to him.

He pulled back slowly, placing soft kisses across your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and then back to your lips one final time. Cal set you gently on the ground, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Take care of her, Snips,” Anakin called to Ahsoka, his voice lifting above the hum of the station as the whistle blew, the signal of the train’s impending departure.

“Right away, Skyguy,” Ahsoka replied, her fingers squeezing yours in quiet comfort.

Your vision blurred with tears as the train began to move. Anakin waved to you, his eyes catching yours one last time, full of an unspoken promise, a silent assurance that he would come back.

As the train picked up speed, you couldn't hold yourself back. Your hand slipped from Ahsoka’s, and you took a few running steps, unable to stop yourself.

“Be safe!” you called, your voice breaking.

“You know me!” he shouted back, grinning with one last flash of that smile before the train pulled him out of view.

As the train sped up, you felt Ahsoka’s hand on your shoulder, steady and warm, her presence a balm to the unbearable ache left by his departure. Behind you, Sabine’s quiet sobs mingled with Padmé’s soothing words, while your tears finally escaped, silent and heavy.

And you knew that this ache, this longing, would be with you every day, until you could finally hold him again.

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[wife-of-the-crane]

Hi, im Raine. The blocked thing was weird but at least it got sorted out.

hey!!! yeah that was odd lol but nice to meet u :3

[arlerts-angel]

Hey Mack! I hope you've been sleeping well. How was your week?

This is for the ask game ^^

dream, ocean, galaxy, rose, 1975 (I'm not sure which ones you've answered already)

my week has been pretty alright! how was your week?

pretty asks

dream — how long do you sleep on average?

probably a solid 8 hours

ocean — do you take a yearly vacation?

no, but i would love to afford that!

galaxy — what fascinates you?

i did answer this one but i'll answer it again because a lot of things fascinate me!!

i am very fascinated by music. everything about it, from composition to execution. it's like a lifeline for me. music is the center of my world and i wish i knew more than what i do know!

rose — favorite flower?

marigolds <3

1975 — if you could time travel to any time period, what would it be and why?

any time period before women and poc had rights would be awful but i absolutely love the fashion and aesthetics of the 60s so i would have to say the 1960s!

[eoieopda]

@bintificreads HALL OF FAME!?!?! oh my gif. starry, if you keep flattering me like this, you will have to marry me. it’s the law. i’m sorry.

the one with mingyu and the twin bed

summary: you brought your boyfriend to your parents’ house for christmas dinner. he can’t get a grip because you can’t keep yours to yourself. pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader type: drabble (smut) | rating: 18+ | wc: 3.5k au: est. relationship, home for the holidays cw: teasing, teasing, teasing; unprotected sex; mingyu is a pouty lil simp; multiple orgasms; reader rides it like she stole it and has to keep him quiet in the process :’) a/n: nobody asked, i just have mingyu brain rot 🥲 🚨 MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS WHO INTERACT WITH MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED. MY WORK IS NOT FOR YOU.

You might kill him. And really, if that’s not your goal, it’s still the most likely result. This road you’ve chosen starts with a squeeze of his knee under the table, travels up his thigh and — well, Mingyu can imagine how it ends, but not when or where. That’s the problem.

Well, that’s the primary problem. 

The worst part about it all is that you look so unbothered by it all. You’re laughing through conversation with your parents, who sit on the opposite side of the table, like Mingyu isn’t on the brink of passing the fuck out beside you. Like his slacks aren’t squeezing the life out of him in the same torturous way your hand is. 

You’re moving so slowly that the table cloth doesn’t even flutter with your secret ministrations.

He knew you were a devil, but what fresh hell is this?

“— feeling okay?”

Mingyu has to blink himself back into reality to realize he’d been spoken to. Your father, who Mingyu had thankfully met before tonight — and made a positive, sustainable first impression on — looks concerned. His eyebrows furrow the same way yours do when you’re worried.

“Sorry,” Mingyu starts by clearing his throat. He flashes a smile that makes your mother blush, not unlike the way you usually do. “I was daydreaming about that galbi jjim from earlier. Don’t know if I’ll ever eat better.”

That’s a lie, he thinks immediately. Dessert is one seat over, fingertips whispering over his inseam, and Mingyu’s mouth is already watering at the thought. But he’s stuck. You’re untouchable as long as the pair of you are at this table, and you’re untouchable upstairs for more reasons than one. 

Your mother is flustered — so is Mingyu, but for an entirely different reason — and she glances up at your father. His smile is a flat line, but it reads like approval. She elbows him gently.

“See, yeobo?” She quips, “I told you he was charming.” 

Then, she turns to look at you with a firm nod. “You picked well.”

“To be clear, Mingyu picked me,” You laugh, waving your free hand dismissively.  “With the amount of girls queuing up for his attention, he had options — a lot of them. I just lucked out.”

At this, he short-circuits, so much so that he nearly sprays the wine he’s sipping all over the table and your unsuspecting parents. 

“Oh, no, no. Not even close,” He sputters, earning a surprised giggle from your mother. Faked offense pulls the corners of his mouth down, puckers his lips into an pout around his words. “I had to beg for your phone number, if I recall —”

“Did you really?” Your mother gasps. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth, as if she’s watching one of the daytime dramas she’s always talking about.

Your father looks smug as he reaches his arm out over the table, fingers closed over his palm. The hand you aren’t using to commit unspeakable crimes lifts to meet his fist over the acorn jelly, knuckles tapping lightly. 

Your father smirks, “That’s my girl.”

You look at Mingyu fully now, not from the corner of your eye the way you had been. It’s downright spooky how your face can look that innocent at a time like this. That is, until you bite down on your plush lower lip.

Fuck.

Is he about to faint? He really might faint.

“Okay, fine. You’re right,” You demur with a shrug.

That sweet smile of yours is unbelievably misleading, but goddamn, does it look good on you.

“I didn’t make it very easy for you, did I?” 

He tries not to clench his jaw when you flatten your palm and squeeze the highest, innermost part of his thigh. He fails miserable. After all, you’re running out of real estate; and Mingyu’s running out of resolve. 

This is it for me, he thinks. Remember me as I was: a fucking simp.

Thankfully, both of your parents stand up to carry dishes off to be washed. They cross the threshold into the kitchen and miss the way Mingyu’s head slumps back against his chair. So desperate and defeated, he ignores the way his skull aches after colliding with the oak backrest.

He squeezes his eyes shut and waits for the sweet release of death.

When their footfalls are no longer audible, Mingyu assumes they’re out of sight. You shift, but he doesn’t crack his eyes open until he feels the heat of your breath on the shell of his ear. His gaze locks on the ceiling when you whisper, “Can you blame me? It’s so cute when you beg.”

If his dick strains any harder against his pants, the zipper may break.

“You’re trying to kill me,” Mingyu gulps. He shakes his head, voice wavering. “Baby, I’m gonna drop dead in your childhood home — on Christmas, no less — and it’s gonna be all your fault.”

The tip of your nose nudges the side of his face as you place a kiss on his earlobe. The white knuckle grip he holds on the edge of the table is the only thing keeping him together, and you know it. Still, the feather-light touch of your fingertips finds what it’s after. They trace the outline of his bulge through his slacks, and before he can stop himself, Mingyu audibly sighs.

He’d tell you to stop if he could jumpstart his brain. That’s a lie, he corrects himself. He doesn’t want you to stop; he just wants you. Wants you so badly that it hurts.

“Attempted murder,” Mingyu mumbles helplessly.

God, he’s pathetic.

Head slumped to the side, he finally allows himself to look at you. Immediately, he has to wonder: is there anyone who wouldn’t beg for you? He’d be on his knees in a heartbeat if your parents weren’t loading a dishwasher, several meters away. He’d clear the table himself, too,  if sweeping his arm overtop and sending silverware to the ground counted for anything.

Unbothered by the internal crisis you’ve started in him, you stroke him slowly, like you have all the time in the world to end him; and not a care at all that you might get caught in the process. The kiss you leave on his jaw is so soft — and so laughably chaste, all things considered — that he’s not sure it even happened. To keep from pleading out loud, he grinds his teeth even more harshly together.

Are you there, God? It’s me, Mingyu.

His prayers are answered immediately, which makes him a little bit suspicious — and a lot more feral.

You hum, amusement downright musical, and he shivers. “I’m going to help them finish down here. Wait for me upstairs?”

When Mingyu shoots up to his feet, the force of his thighs against the underside of the table threatens to flip it. The remaining wine glasses wobble in place, but thankfully, you’d all killed the bottle some time ago; no drop is left to be spilled. He still cringes at the close call, though. With a grimace, he mutters rapid-fire apologies — whether to you, the glassware, or the God of Dirty Thoughts, he’s not sure. 

You trap your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from laughing, which Mingyu appreciates. His clumsiness would have been embarrassing if he wasn’t so incomprehensibly horny. All that blood flow has been redirected away from his brain, though, and his dirty mind can’t focus on how not cool he’s being about all of this. 

Just you, that little smirk on your lips, and the million ways he wants your mouth on him.

Once he steadies himself, it only takes a second for Mingyu to race towards the stairs. Any and all chill he might’ve had is left behind him in a cloud of dust.

It’s downright cartoonish, the way he scrambles up the steps — stumbling, knees colliding with the hardwood as he goes — but it’s effective. He reaches the landing in record time, then all but kicks open the door to your childhood bedroom. As soon as the doorknob collides with the wall behind it, Mingyu freezes in place.

That wall, he realizes, is the only barrier between your room and your parents’. Worse, your old bed is set longways against that very wall. And because the hits just keep on coming, it’s a twin bed. 

With a frilly purple duvet and shockingly minimal surface area, no less.

Horrified, Mingyu steps forward and places his hand flat against the small mattress. It doesn’t take much pressure to make the bed springs squeak — when has anything ever gone his way? — and that revelation nearly has him screaming obscenities at the ceiling.

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

How is he supposed to fuck you under these conditions?

Frantic, he closes the door behind him, shuffles forward, and drops to his knees next to the bed. At his height, the frame barely reaches his midriff. Clearly, his life is a fucking joke.

Elbows now resting on the mattress, Mingyu clasps his hands together and leans forward to rest his forehead against his knuckles.

He’s never tried this before — not earnestly, anyway — and he doesn’t know where to start. Whatever the reason, he’s sure he can’t pray to any listening deity to let him get his dick wet. Anyone who hears his cry would smite him on the spot, he thinks, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Before he can settle on a prayer, footsteps sound off on the stairs just outside the door. The words are muffled; but there are multiple voices, which tells him that one or both of your parents have joined you on your journey upstairs. Suddenly, Mingyu is overcome with guilt. 

He’s in their home, having eaten their food — and now he’s a full-blown heretic, wanting nothing more than to devour their daughter like a man starved. But he can’t because, if he does, they’ll hear every dirty detail and —

Mingyu is many things, but he is not quiet.

You are, however, and he can barely make it out when you say, “Thank you, again, for dinner. And for letting us stay overnight.”

“Oh, don’t you dare!” Your mother peeps. Mingyu freezes, knowing in the rational part of his brain she can’t see him, but unable to stop himself. “It’s our pleasure! Really, it’s a long drive back for you two —”

Your father interjects, “— and Mingyu must be exhausted if he’s already in bed.”

For personal reasons, he thinks as he squeezes his eyes shut, I will be passing away.

There’s a moment of silence in which you must be hugging your parents goodnight, then there’s the quiet creak of the door opening. Footsteps, then more silence — you pausing for a moment, likely taking in the sight of him, then the door shutting softly behind you.

He can’t hear your approach over the hammering pulse in his ears, but he can feel the warmth of your body when you stand closely behind him. On instinct, he leans back onto his heels. A reflex of your own, you card your fingers through his hair and turn him into putty.

As embarrassing as it is to reckon with the fact, Mingyu acknowledges that the massage of your fingers might make him cum in his trousers.

“Were you praying?” You whisper, giggle evident despite the hushed tone. Your fingernails rake gently over his scalp; he swallows hard.

Mingyu is past the point of attempting nonchalance, so he confesses immediately. “Need divine intervention at a time like this. A twin bed? Parents? I’m doomed.”

“Maybe.” You lean down over his shoulder to purr into his ear. “Doomed or not, you look so perfect on your knees.”

That comment reverberates down his spine, ricochets off every vertebrae as it goes. He has to bite down on his fist to keep from groaning. It sure as shit doesn’t stop his eyes from rolling back in his head.

You drop your hand from his hair to trail your fingers down the length of his neck, then across the top of his shoulder. As you do, you step out from behind him and into his line of sight. You, illuminated only by a small, butterfly-shaped lamp, confirm his suspicions:

Ariana Grande was right all along. God is a woman.

You maintain eye contact as you reach behind your back and begin unzipping your dress. The burgundy fabric pools at your bare feet, having slipped right over the silkiness of your thighs without issue. If he wasn’t already in his knees, Mingyu would’ve dropped the same way.

“How confident are you that you can be quiet?” You ask softly. “Stakes are high, and you’re normally so vocal.”

Right out of the gate, he trips.

Mingyu responds with bravado and without whispering, “I can do it.”

Then, he slaps his hand over his big fucking mouth.

Biting back a smile, you reach out for the collar of his shirt. The buttons are undone with care, like any and every decibel is too much of a risk. You hum as you continue your work, “We can make it a challenge, then. If you can stay quiet, I’ll let you cum.” 

He lets you slide his shirt off his frame as soon as you’re finished with it. It lands where your dress did, wrinkling white on top of red.

“If you can’t  —” You pause and gesture down to his belt buckle, which he’s already gripping tightly to. It’s undone before you can blink, which causes the side of your mouth to twitch upwards. “— I’ll stop.”

Mingyu nods, more determined than he’s ever been, and pushes himself to his feet. Less nimbly than you, he fumbles desperately with the button and zipper at the top of his trousers. Eventually, he frees himself and they drop, too. They land with a muffled sound before being kicked blindly aside.

Your gaze drops to his briefs, pupils dilating when you see the mess you’ve made of him. The dark grey fabric is close to black at the tip of his dick, arousal seeping into the fibers and tattling on him. That is, if the blatantly thick imprint of his length hadn’t sold him out already.

His knees threaten to buckle all over again when he sees a flash of pink swipe over your lips, wetting them as your eyes grow even darker.

No, he really might cum on the spot.

You step over your discarded clothes. Closing the distance, you flatten your palms against his bare chest, push up on your toes, and kiss him properly for the first time in hours. His only instinct is to whine like a fucking baby when his lips part and you lick into his mouth, but he refuses to break this close to the starting whistle.

No, Mingyu will keep his shit together. He has to keep his shit together — even as you suck his bottom lip into your mouth and release it swollen with a pop.

“What do you want, baby?”

He doesn’t know if it’s his chest or your hands that are burning up, but a wildfire spreads as you run your palms down from his pectorals to his abdomen. Every muscle in his body tenses as your touch lowers. His lungs seem to, too, because he struggles to keep his breaths even.

Your fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs, knuckles tickling against the sensitive skin underneath his hip bones. You continue your questioning, as if he trusts himself to answer.

“My mouth?”

Oh god.

He wants it all, always and every which way, but he knows he won’t last a goddamn second in your throat — and you know it, too, even before he furiously shakes his head. 

Eyes laser focused on you, he does his best to beg without words. The puppy-dog eyes win you over every time.

When you smile at him like that — petal soft, still so devilish — he audibly sighs. There’s no helping him, he knows it. It’s a reflex, a rubber mallet to the knee. Thankfully, you let that breathy concession slide; let his briefs slide, too, until they drop unwanted around his ankles.

Mingyu is so hard that it hurts.

He’s a throbbing, leaking mess when your hand finally — fucking finally — wraps around his cock. Experimentally, you give him a light squeeze while you work the length. Your gaze flicks upwards to gauge his reaction, wrist rolling when you reach the crown.

If he had to guess, Mingyu would bet that he’s turned purple with the effort it’s taking to keep his needy mouth shut. But your eyes twinkle up at him and you tell him that he’s beautiful; and suddenly, his chest and cheeks go a shy shade of pink.

“Lay down, pretty boy,” you whisper, nodding your head towards that shitty little bed.

As he stretches out onto his back — to the best of his ability, with his heels nearly dangling off the end — he swears on his life that his friends can never know how weak he gets when you call him that.

You place your hands on his chest to keep your balance, lifting one leg over his until you’re straddling him. Your right knee settles uncomfortably between his leg and the wall, but you don’t complain. Instead, you look him dead in the eye and pull your fatal, black thong to the side.

Even in this piss-poor lighting, Mingyu can see the way your darkened eyes glint. He’s spellbound — there’s no other word to describe it.

One hand takes hold of his cock and lines it up to your cunt. The other raises to your lips, index finger extended. You tease him without saying a word, and he hears it loud and clear.

Oh, he’s going to be so good for you.

That’s what he tells himself until your arousal makes contact with the tip of his cock. That’s what he repeats in his head, over and over, when you sink down and gush around him, slick dripping to coat the centimeters that don’t quite fit inside of you. What he says out loud, elongated and definitely above a whisper, is:

“Fuuuuck.”

You quickly lean over his chest to cover his mouth with your hand. Though your pulses are both racing, he’s less focused on his total, abject embarrassment than he is on the amusement that causes your mouth to curve.

Keeping your hand where it is — for the good of everyone, really — you nip at his earlobe. He waits for the inevitable consequence of his actions.

Goddamn it. How stupid does he have to be to forfeit a prize like you?

“You don’t listen very well, baby,” Your hushed tone drips like honey into his ear. Involuntarily, his hips jerk upwards, pushing further into your wet heat.

Any distance is too much.

“But you feel so fucking good —”

Again, he ruts against you when your teeth graze his earlobe. Under your palm, his whimpering is unintelligible, but that doesn’t stop him. You catch his groan in your hand before it can hit the air.

“— might have to bend the rules for you.”

It’s torture. 

Mingyu knows you’re moving this slowly to avoid upsetting the box springs below, but whether or not there’s method to the madness, it’s still unbearable.

You swirl your hips in a way that makes his vision go white at the edges, grind down into his lap with quiet precision. He can feel that soft, spongy spot hiding behind your front wall; and he can hear those delicate little sighs as you fuck yourself deliberately.

He can feel his mind go blank, too, moments before your cunt milks him for all he’s worth. You don’t stop once he spills himself inside of you — you won’t, he hopes.

“Oh, shit,” you whimper, almost inaudibly. “I’m so close.”

The hand not covering his mouth disappears between your legs. If the way your eyes roll back is any indication, you’ve found what you were looking for. 

The sight of you is too much for Mingyu to handle. Nipples peaking through the translucent fabric of your bralette, wrist moving in the opposite direction of your hips, eyelashes fluttering while you rub spirals into your clit. Perfect, top to bottom.

Mingyu cums again when you do, refractory period be damned.

And when you collapse down onto his chest, walls still fluttering around him, he encircles you with his arm so tightly that he can feel you trembling through the aftershocks. With your face now nuzzled into the crook of his neck, the tables turn.

“Fuck,” you mutter. The sound is mostly lost against his skin, but there’s enough volume to make you both start to snicker.

You kiss his neck, nudge him with the tip of your nose. Whispering, you ask, “Not bad for a twin bed, huh?”

Mingyu snorts. “Kinda feels like high school. You know, parents on the other side of the wall, cute little bedspread,” His voice trails off so he can press his lips against your temple. Voice low in your ear, he smirks, “Nutting within thirty seconds.”

Your muffled laughter shakes his shoulders, too. Then, you fall into a silence so easy he’s sure you’ve fallen asleep on top of him. To his surprise, you peep, “I didn’t think this through.”

He hums inquisitively in response. You crane your neck to meet his eyes. 

You inhale deeply, then sigh, “I have to waddle down the hallway of my childhood home — right past my parents’ door — and pretend like we didn’t just do what we did.”

Mingyu flashes you a wolfish grin that catches you off guard. Your eyebrows raise in anticipation.

“Need some divine intervention, sounds like. Maybe if you pray about it —” 

The only thing louder than the playful smack you land on his bicep is your laugh, straight from the bottom of your chest.

[bimbo-baggins17]

That’s genuinely adorable

OH MY GOSH 😭 the poor man is struggling to see 💀😭 adorable though

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