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[baeksbyunny]

tipsy • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship!au, drunk/tipsy (consexual) sex

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, oral (m&f receiving), multiple orgasms (reader), wee bit fingering, banter, unprotected sex and cumming inside, and them just being tipsy drunk and so sickeningly in love 🤢 as always pls lmk if i missed smth

WC: 3.5k

A/N: thank you for your utmost patience @katetattoolover 🥺❤️ I hope this finds you well and you enjoy this, I adore you <3 as this is a request, there isn't a taglist FYI my tagging lovelies 🫡 anyways I think I lost my touch but I hope y'all enjoy this after not posting for a hot second

"What's two minus one?"

"… One?"

"Yeah, you're my number one and the love of my life."

Drying off your face, you sneak a peek at your boyfriend staring intently into the large mirror of your shared bathroom. "Are you flirting… with yourself?"

He gasps, affronted. "No! 'm in a very committed relationship with someone special, thank you very much. Can't you see?" 

When his arm waves vigorously to the side, all you can do is stick your tongue out at your own reflection he's gesturing toward. "Yep, that's me!"

"No, you're a figment of my imagination trying to seduce me. Kept staring at me all night, 'm not stupid."

"That's 'cause you're hot."

He was. Seokmin's best look was a white dress shirt and jeans. And the way he kept loosening the buttons as he relaxed further into the evening with more and more glasses of alcohol made him all the tastier. How could you not stare at the man that was all yours?

"You're a demon," your partner continues to grouch and then turns to face the real you with a very, very serious look on his face. He's lucky you're just starting to sober up enough so you won't accidentally burst into laughter, at least cognizant enough of his feelings that were extremely fragile at the moment. "Now this is the real thing." 

Brushing back dark wet bangs with your fingers, you can't help but smile when he leans into your touch. "I'm just a thing?"

"No! You're more than a thing… you're… you're…" 

You can practically see the gears struggling to turn in his brain. "This is why I told Jeonghan to stop topping off your glass 'cause look at you now, baby, you're so drunk."

"'m not drunk, 'm Seokmin."

"Yes, yes you are."

"And I was excited."

"You were."

"And I'm so so so so proud of you."

You gaze into his shiny brown irises that hold galaxies of love for you. The same ones you kept meeting as they followed you around the room after Joshua pulled you away so the group could congratulate you properly for all of your hard work. Looking at you with so much pride and adoration that you returned, causing your friends to jokingly gag at how in love you both were. The beautiful eyes that crinkle up in a gorgeous eye smile when you've had a long day, gauging your movements with concern to try and provide whatever comfort he can. 

Those lovely and familiar orbs now look like they might shed tears at any moment.

You pat his flushed cheek. "What's wrong?"

"I just love you lots."

"I love you too, Seok, so don't cry." You stagger back when he buries his face in your neck, thrown off by the sudden weight because you're still a little tipsy yourself.

"'m not crying."

"Maybe we should go lay down now?"

He nods and releases you from his grasp — thankfully — and you can't help but chuckle at the mixture of water and tears that shine on his skin. After wiping them away, you take his hand in yours and lead him into the bedroom.

"Why don't you seem drunk?"

"'Cause someone kept drinking from my glass."

"I'll beat their ass."

You quirk an eyebrow at him teasingly. "So you'll beat your own? Kinky, didn't know you were into that."

His mouth opens and closes like a fish before he shouts, "That's because!", before clearing his throat and repeating quieter. "That's because 'Han kept filling it up when you weren't looking."

"Yeah, he was a real gremlin tonight, probably had everyone drinking double what they should be while Cheol and Gyu only enabled it by splurging on a crap ton of alcohol."

In the end, no one really meant any malicious harm. They wanted to celebrate with you and Seokmin at your house, bringing over a truckload of food, drinks, and a vast amount of different shit only twelve men plus their partners managed to get their hands on. Still, over half of them had passed out before midnight and it took well until two in the morning for the entire crew to sober up safely and leave a little bit ago.

Even the waters you and Seokmin had been sipping on since didn't alleviate the buzz that still rang in your ears. However, that didn't really matter as you tumble into bed together. It was soon drowned out by muffled giggles and eventual light snores when you both dozed off.

You wake up not much later, feeling extra warm. The covers have all ended up wrapped and tangled around you. Seokmin must be feeling the same, the robe he'd had on earlier discarded on the floor. Shirtless, his bare back facing you is illuminated by the moonlight slipping through the curtains. As if under a spell, you can't help but reach out and trace light circles along his shoulder blades with your nails. 

"You up?" he asks and turns to sleepily smile at you when your movements halt, "hi."

"Hey, you."

"I'm hot."

"Yeah, you are."

"No," he pouts, "I'm like super warm." 

After placing a hand on his forehead, a frown slightly turns your lips downwards because he is heating up, sweat glistening at his hairline. "Are you feeling okay? Here, let me go get you — "

"Stay," a warm hand grabs at your arm before you can move away, "make it better."

"That's what I'm trying to do, doofus."

"Mhm, but you know how you can help me, right?" Seokmin brings your fingertips to graze along his chest with a lazy grin. "You'll make me feel alright again, yeah baby? Do it for me?"

He's released his grip but your fingers continue to trail downward, snorting as his smirk grows wider. "If you wanted to get sucked off so badly, all you had to do was ask."

"I did tho, didn't I?" His eyelashes flutter when you start to play with the waistband of his boxers. "I was a good boy, right? You always know what I need."

It's a little ironic, really. Although you're simply teasing each other, it's very rare for your boyfriend to give in to his own wants and needs, even during sex. He's a pleaser, a giver, and a dedicated lover. So, it's no surprise to feel an overwhelming ego boost when he's pliant beside you, asking sweetly for your touch with puppy dog eyes no one can resist.

"You're always so good to me," you assure and lean to peck at his lips, minty breaths mingling together. Then you're marking his jaw with kisses that trail down his neck, underneath his pecs, past his abs, and lower and lower until you're sliding off his boxers. "Gonna treat you like you deserve, baby."

His soft "thank you, love" melts into a desperate whine when you finally unclothe him and wrap your hands around his cock. It lies hot and heavy against your palm causing you to instinctively lick your lips, jaw already aching. Meeting his lidded gaze that's simply waiting for your next movement, you can't help but giggle when he raises an eyebrow at the mischievous way you smile before blowing lightly at his hardening length.

"Hey!" Seokmin yelps, hips jerking up in shock, "what was that for?"

"Just cooling you down, babe."

"Don't tease me," he huffs in indignation before lifting his pelvis up on purpose, brushing the head of his cock against your bottom lip. "Please."

When the love of your life begs so sweetly like that, who are you to resist? Licking the smear of precum left behind ignites a hungry spark that glints in your eyes — and you give into what you both want. 

Your tongue eagerly laps up the leaking salty excess as your lips wrap around his sizable girth. Alternating between sucking, licking, swirling, and even grazing your teeth carefully along the underside of his cock as you work him deeper and further into your mouth. It's sloppy and pornographically loud. No rhyme or reason with the way your brain is still muddled with the faint buzz of alcohol and sleep, mixed with a lot of good, horny feelings. 

Seokmin loves it best that way… if his whimpered praises are anything to go by. 

"God, baby, look how gorgeous you are like this. Treat me so well always, love you so much, shit… best thing that ever happened to me."

Head thrown back to display how his Adam's apple bobs when he feels the way your throat constricts around the tip before you pull off slightly. His hips unapologetically take on a mind of their own, gently thrusting back and forth to hear more of those pretty gagging sounds you make for him.

It feels too good and he's afraid he won't be able to stop. Seokmin knows you'll tap his thigh if you need a break but you're as far gone into it as he is. Moaning freely, pussy clenching painfully around nothing, and drooling saliva that leaks all the way down his balls. You don't want him to stop, crazed by how he's using you like his perfect little toy to get off.

But he pulls away all too suddenly — mainly to let you breathe — but before you can reach back out to take him into your mouth again, he's pulling you up by your shoulders. Stealing your breath again but this time with a kiss. Gently soothing your abused mouth with soft licks and pecks, humming in contemplation.

"This what I taste like?"

"Mhm, pretty yummy, huh?"

Your boyfriend thinks it's sexy that you like it but — there's something he obviously enjoys more. "It's alright, I guess… I prefer having you on my tongue instead, though."

You should've known what was coming next but you still squeal in surprise when he's urging you out of your sleep shorts and underwear. Muttering something about "gotta eat this pretty pussy out" before he's commanding you to sit on his face.

You're a little caught off guard by the delay of his pleasure but all you can do is obediently position your thighs around his head, slipping back into the standard mode of operation that Seokmin usually revels in anyways.

One of your hands flies out to support your weight, gripping onto the headboard while the other threads through his bangs because your man might be a little too excited to stick his tongue inside. 

"Aw baby," he practically growls, "look at how nice and wet you are from just a little sucking on my dick." The vibrations cause you to shiver and you feel his lips quirk up in a devious smirk at that. "Cute."

His tongue runs along your folds with little kitten licks paired with harsh sucks. He's awfully eager for someone who has eaten you out many times before but that's simply because he's addicted. The groans Seokmin makes put your earlier noises to shame. You might've been embarrassed if your own loud moans weren't drowning him out.

"Fuck, Seok… you're so good at this," you pant and rock your hips, grinding down just a little. 

He grunts in approval, appreciation, and acknowledgment. It's more than true. Even when he was new at giving oral, his efforts and features made up for whatever uncertainty he held. 

You would continue to suck him off while he ate you out if possible. But the way his nose brushes and nudges against your clit just right as it always does… you've never thought to switch up positions. What a shame, really.

It takes everything in you to lean back. Seokmin is none the wiser, thinking you're only shifting in the heat of the moment for more enjoyment until your hand fumbles for his cock behind you. He jolts at your touch, tapping your thigh. You struggle to lift up, barely any strength thanks to your trembling thighs. 

"What're you doing?"

"Wanna jerk you off."

"Yeah?" he snickers, naughty fingers stroking your outer pussy lips to gather up your wetness before slipping inside to replace his tongue for a bit. It's the absolute fear of potentially crushing his windpipe that prevents you from ultimately collapsing (and maybe the strong hand on your hip). "But I wanna feel you wrapped around me and I don't mean your hand."

"What are you gonna do about it then?" you challenge. As if the smirk on his face doesn't exist when you clench tightly around his three fingers at the mere mention of his cock inside you. They curl up to brush against the bundle of nerves that causes you to writhe in pleasure.

Seokmin watches you with a lazy grin. Although love always shines in his eyes, lust is overtaking that wholesome glimmer with a carnality that has you shaking without even reaching a climax yet. He knows this and relishes it.

"What am I doing about it? Hmm, I think I'll have to make sure you cum at least once so you can take my dick properly. Gotta loosen you up, like the loving boyfriend I am." His fingers begin moving at a rapid pace, taking you by surprise. With a squeal, you nearly drop right down on him. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Ah…. yes!"

He nudges you forward a little bit, satisfied with your response. Pulling his hands away from your body completely, you feel the bundle of nerves snap just as he releases his grip. Your orgasm hits the minute Seokmin's lips meet your lower ones and you both moan in tandem. Loud enough to rival a porn star when he starts sucking like a heathen and laps up the wetness that spills out of your hole with your release.

You clamber off of him — very ungracefully — and flop down on your side, trying to catch your breath. "You're insane."

"You love it."

"Just because you think you're right, doesn't mean you have to say it."

Seokmin grins and licks his fingers clean before they softly cup your cheek. When he turns to face you, his cock slaps lightly against your thigh, reminding you he hasn't cum yet. But he's in no rush, leisurely kissing you before it deepens and you taste each other on both of your tongues.

"I'm always right," he mumbles, tongue brushing across your lips, "because you do taste the best between the two of us."

You slap his arm. "Stop!"

"You didn't deny it so I win."

"Do you want to fuck around and not have sex or would you rather I go to sleep?"

"Now, now," he chastises sweetly and nudges you so your back is pressed tightly against his firm, broad chest. "Be nice, sweetheart."

You roll your eyes. "I can't with you, oh my go — "

But your "Omigod" changes from annoyed to breathless when his large, warm hand fondles your chest while the other teasingly nudges the tip of his cock between your folds. 

"What were you saying?" Seokmin mocks in a sickeningly sweet voice but you can only moan in response. "Uh-huh, that's what I thought."

He's tortuously slow. Although, it's not entirely on purpose. He's still too out of it to have the energy to change positions and even as much as he enjoys watching you bounce yourself silly on top of him, he figures you don't have the strength to do so. 

But this is somehow even better. You gasp, feeling every single thick, long, big inch of him enter you while pressing hot kisses against the back of your neck. 

"You're so pretty," he murmurs once he's bottomed out. The two of you stay still like that, simply reeling in the emotional connection — emotionally and quite literally — wrapped in one another's warmth. "My love."

"I adore you. Sometimes. More often than not."

He chuckles. "Is that so?"

After a while, you're wiggling your hips and signaling to your boyfriend that he can move if he wants to. You're honestly impressed with his control, wondering how long he plans on prolonging his raging boner. Not that you're complaining. You're more than happy to cockwarm him at any time around the clock. But it has to be slightly painful to stay hard for that long.

Seokmin's thrusts aren't rushed but they're by no means set in a smooth, consistent rhythm, betraying his desperation. It might just be the alcohol canceling out any sharp movements and it makes you consider having sex a little bit more often this way. Indulging in an open-mouthed kiss that's equally as relaxed and sensual as his pace, you could almost fall asleep again in the most delicious way. 

But of course, Seokmin is having none of that.

"You can give me one more right, baby?"

"Mhm."

His hand leaves your breasts, easily finding your clit.  Playing with it languidly, just enough that you're buzzing with anticipation but not enough to tip you over that edge quite yet. Your partner likes to think that he knows your body extremely well by now. And he thinks he enjoys finding out how you respond in this position, pressed against him in such an intimate way.

He loves eye contact, the expressions you make on your pretty face, the way you grip and mark up his back and biceps with your nails. But now, Seokmin can feel how you tremble in his arms, the tiny shift in movements when you unconsciously grind your ass across his abs every time you take his cock deep inside your perfect pussy. Fingers tugging on the tiny hairs on his neck, encouraging him to nibble on the top of your shoulder.

And when — oh, god — when you release the grip on his strands of hair and place your hand over his that's remained stationary the whole time on your hip bone, interlocking your digits together — he thinks he might cum on the spot.

Both his balls and heart are heavy and full of an incredible amount of love for you. He admits it repeatedly in your ear, thrusts turning more into a sloppy, erratic mess as he gives into chasing his high.

"Adore you so much, god, you're everything to me. You know that right?"

You grip the bedsheets with your other hand when you feel yourself start to jostle and slide upwards at his movement. "Love you too. So much, baby."

"Can you cum for me one more time, my pretty love? Soak my dick so I can fill you up nicely?"

"Yeah, I can. I can do it."

Your tongues tangle again, this time with a bit more aggression as you both help each other reach that peak. You reach your second climax first, not as intense as before but enough that you're clenching so tight around Seokmin and dripping down his aching cock as asked that he has no choice but to finally snap and let go.

The sounds he makes are pussy-fluttering, a breathy, drawn out moan directly in your ear followed by a low, satisfied grunt. His hips never falter until every drop is spilled inside, filling you up just as he promised. It's as warm and thick as the alcohol working itself out. You feel drowsy and sated in the best way possible.

Your dedicated, hard working lover must feel the same because he hasn't moved. Of course, he hasn't let go of your hand, body clinging to yours, softening cock still inside you as he sighs in content and nuzzles your neck.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yeah."

You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he doesn't let go. "Seok, we need to clean up."

"'m tired."

"Well, Mr. Sleepyhead, we can rest after."

"We already showered, though."

"A cold one will make you feel good." Despite the way Seokmin still feels extremely hot to the touch, little goosebumps prickle along his skin at the mention of a cold shower. You pat his forearm. "I'll help you wash up."

"Okay." 

It's a relief he acquiesces, knowing it would be difficult to escape his grip if he decided not to budge. His cheeks are still flushed cutely but you have to snort at the way his skin manages to glow so handsome and perfectly with that after sex, post-orgasmic effect.

"No shower sex," you threaten.

He pouts. "I dunno what you're talking about. 'm literally too tired to even move. Who knows, you might be the one to jump me."

"I would never! Besides you're the one who's always surprising me but either way you're going to have to get up." You roll over and stand, pulling at his arm when he refuses to release his grasp on your hand. "C'mon, babe."

"Alright, alright." He's about to make a comment of how energetic you are until he sees you wince and limp a bit toward the bathroom. You know he knows but choose to ignore his smirk. "Does sex help prevent hangovers?"

"I have no idea but I've heard it's supposed to help with headaches."

"Let me know if you have one tomorrow."

"Seokmin!"

"'m just saying."

"You're gonna fuck me either way. But we're sleeping in, it's already like five in the morning."

"You're right. On both accounts."

You hand him a glass of water with a scowl. "You can be so annoying."

"But you love me."

"Lucky that I honestly really do. Now come here so I can wash your hair."

"Yes, yes right away, love."

onlyseokmins: Novemeber 2022 ©

[snug-gyu]

Hi tsu!! 👋🏻 🥰 I'm here to play your ask game so how about: 🎵 (bc I love seeing people's perceptions of me & also song recs) and ✨️

I hope you're doing well beloved 💜💜

hi bex beloved~ i'm doing well, hope you're fine as well

🎵 recommend a song based on your vibe/blog

fever by ateez going with a biased answer but i think it fits the vibe you give off pretty well always being really sweat. you have like a calming air to you which is how i feel with this song

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[baeksbyunny]

In Your Corner

pairing; kim mingyu x afab reader

genre; smut, angst

warnings; boxer!mingyu, trainer!reader, fighting, sparring, arguing, slightly toxic conversation, unprotected sex, big dick!mingyu, fingering, creampie, cum eating, biting, marking, pet names/degrading names, teasing, dirty talk, it's possible I have missed things

w/c; 3.4k and some change 

requested; no

spur of the moment collab - fighting @onlyseokmins

a/n; this one was really fun and kinda therapeutic to write. also don't fight with your partner, ig unless you are their trainer.

Mingyu shakes his head, reaching up with the back of his sparring gloves to push his hair from his sweaty forehead. He was tired. Even though the training session with you had only lasted a couple of hours at this point, it felt like he had been at it for days. You were the best trainer Mingyu had ever had but you were a hardass. 

Moving over to the ropes near his designated corner, Mingyu takes a deep breath reaching down for his water bottle. You can’t help the sigh that escapes your lips as your eyes move over his frame. He was acting like some skinny, weak beginner instead of the champion you knew he was. 

“Again, Gyu.” 

“Fuck…Y/N. Give me just a second.” 

Mingyu glances over at you as he leans against the ropes trying to regain his composure. You looked annoyed, that wasn’t his intention, but if he was honest with himself he was frustrated with you. Shaking his head, Mingyu takes one last sip of his water before tossing the bottle harder than necessary to the floor before turning towards you and rolling his neck from side to side. 

You watch as he flexes his fingers, his feet moving in perfect formation as you had taught him, but the moment his left-hand twitches you grit your teeth, dodging his punch with ease. Mingyu had a tell, each time he started to punch, the hand he was going to punch would twitch even slightly, making it easy for anyone paying attention to know what was going to happen. It had been his downfall more than once. 

Using the pads on your hands, you smack hard at Mingyu’s shoulder, making him grunt in frustration that he missed his punch. Your eyes were quick and trained, but you allow him to land one punch to the pad, covering your right hand only to note the twitch, dodging the next. 

“Fuck, Mingyu. Watch your damn tell!” Lifting your hand you smack the man across the side of the head, causing him to groan in frustration, a scornful look in his eyes when he meets yours. 

“Every fucking time.” Using your knees you pull the pads from your hands, only to toss them to the canvas floor of the ring with a dull thud. 

Mingyu groans at your words, his eyes falling to your hands when you grab his right wrist, holding it up to show him like a child being disciplined. He was bigger than you, but at that moment he felt like he might as well be on his knees in front of you. 

“You twitch before you punch. If I notice it, don’t you think whoever you are fighting against isn’t going to? You don’t think their trainer isn’t going to know your every move? They are going to watch for it and kick your ass, Mingyu!” 

He was tired of you yelling at him. You were his trainer but he didn’t need to be criticized. He could only take so much. Tearing his hand from yours, Mingyu practically growls at you, his eyes full of fire as he glares. 

“Back the fuck off, Y/N. You’ve been on my ass all day. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I’m twitching because I’m tired? Besides, what the fuck does it matter so much? As long as I’m better than them? I can get back up and kick their ass. The way you are screaming at me it seems like you wouldn’t care if I get mine kicked anyway.” 

That was too far. Mingyu had always had a mouth on him but usually, he knew when to back off and just say ‘yes, ma’am’ when you were in the ring. The look in your eyes should have been enough for Mingyu to know to back off but instead, he kept his ground, his shoulders and chest rising with a deep, hard breath. 

Lifting your hand, you point, letting your finger graze just shy of Mingyu’s nose as you speak. “How fucking dare you. If you think you can train yourself, you are more than welcome to do it, you spoiled brat.” An unamused laugh falls from your lips, your head shaking as your words bite into Mingyu’s seemingly thick skin. 

“You aren’t better than them. You are going to get your pretty little teeth kicked in. Who is going to be in your corner to kiss your bruised ego, little prince, once you push everyone away?”  

The spite was dripping from your tongue, causing Mingyu to hiss back a breath. Turning his head, he had to get away from you before he did something he would regret. Lifting his hands, the man takes a step back only for you to take a step towards him, not willing to let him run away from the conversation like he always seems to want to do lately. 

“Y/N…I said, back the fuck off. I’m serious.” 

“Aw, are you? What are you going to do about it? Punch me? I’ll know which hand to dodge, Mingyu.” 

A growl escapes Mingyu’s throat when you cage him against the ropes. His hands were on your sides, and your back against the canvas before he or you could make heads or tails of what was happening. Frustrated eyes stare down into yours as you take a deep breath, your hands gripping Mingyu’s biceps. 

In the same moment that it seems to dawn on you that Mingyu had pinned you to the floor, it seems to hit the man as well. His head shaking, tongue darting across his lips, while his eyes move over your face looking for any signs of pain or injury. 

“Goddammit, Y/N. Did I hurt you?” 

You only shake your head no, too stunned at his quick action to speak. Mingyu sighs leaning his head down to press his forehead against yours in an attempt to once again regain his composure before he speaks again. 

“I told you I was tired. I just…needed a fucking break. Why are you being so hard on my ass today?” 

Mingyu leans his head back, his right hand resting next to your head while his knee rests between your legs. He knew he should move and help you get up but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do it yet. Not with the way your fingers were pressing into his skin, or with how your breath felt against his face. 

“Because–Gyu…Because if I don’t–if I don’t you’ll get hurt. I want you to win because that’s what you want. Yeah, I want it too but I don’t want you to end up in the hospital. I couldn’t stand that. If I train you hard, if I am relentless, and push you until you get rid of that tell, then you won’t get hurt. It doesn’t matter if you like me or not.” 

His brows furrowing, Mingyu takes a deep breath. He hadn’t been expecting your answer to be what it was. He had figured it had been about winning. He knew who you had trained before, he had seen your trophies and he knew he had a lot to live up to.

Swallowing hard, Mingyu lets his eyes move over your face at such a close distance before he shakes his head. Lifting his free hand, his fingers flexing in his glove, Mingyu studies you for a moment before pushing your hair from your face. 

“I like you, even when you piss me off. Do you really care that much?” 

Leaning into Mingyu’s touch, you can’t help but roll your eyes at his question. It should be obvious to him what you had said but it was in his character to make you repeat yourself. 

“Yes, Mingyu, even when you are being a brat and incredibly difficult. I care about your stupid ass –” 

Your words are cut short by Mingyu’s lips grazing across yours gently. His nose nudges yours in a similar way as his leg so that his knee can rest between your thighs, letting him rest against your body more tightly. You knew that you should push him away, tell him that this was a bad idea, but you find yourself lifting your head and chasing his kisses when he pulls away even just slightly. 

Mingyu smiles, feeling you chase his lips. He grants you what you want, leaning back down to kiss you long and slow knowing for sure that you want him too. His tongue glided along yours and into your mouth, causing him to groan at the taste of you. You were somehow impossibly sweet, Mingyu could feel his already tight shorts getting even tighter. 

Your fingers slide along Mingyu’s arm, a soft moan leaving your mouth and filling his when you feel his thigh wedge between your thighs finally pressing firmly against your clothed core. Arching your back, you pull your lips from Mingyu causing the man to furrow his brows. He wasn’t sure he had ever wanted anyone any more than he wanted you at that moment. 

Mingyu’s eyes follow your fingers as they brush his skin lifting his left hand. Your nimble fingers make quick work of the velcro keeping the glove in place so you can tug it from his hand. Mingyu grins at the feel of your body shifting under him as you reach for his other hand, which he gives willingly allowing you to repeat the process so that his barehand can run along your side. 

Strong fingers rake at your tanktop resting over your stomach, pushing the tight fabric up your skin for Mingyu’s eyes to devour. You find yourself unable to stop the smile spreading across your lips when a groan slips from his lips at the feeling of your soft skin under his touch. 

“I–fuck. I won’t lie, I’ve wanted you for a really long time, Y/N. I just thought you hated me or thought I was stupid.” 

Lifting your body so Mingyu can move your shirt further up your body, you furrow your brows at Mingyu’s words. You couldn’t help but feel bad that he thought you hated him, that had never been your intention but you could see where he could come to that conclusion. 

With his thumbs pressing into your skin, Mingyu glances up into your eyes. You only glance away long enough for him to pull your tank top over your head leaving your torso bare in front of him. 

“I have never hated you or thought you were stupid. I…just–god, Mingyu…” Leaning your head back, you find it hard to speak. You feel Mingyu’s lips press to the column of your neck, his kisses working lower. His hand cups under one of your breasts kneading the flesh gently sending chills through your body. 

“Mm, you what, baby?” 

It was the first time Mingyu had ever called you anything other than your name. Your cheeks were burning at the same time your stomach stuck into the feeling of his lips daring to work their way towards your soft breasts. Laying back on the canvas, you run your fingers through Mingyu’s hair, lifting your hips to press against his thigh resting between your thighs for any friction. 

“I…like I said, I just never wanted you to get hurt. That’s why I push so hard. It’s why I kept a distance too.” 

Mingyu nods against your chest, his soft lips brushing over your nipple feeling it harden at his attention. It made sense, everything was starting to make sense. He was grateful but he couldn’t go back to how it was. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t train just as hard, this might make him train harder and longer. It gave him something to train for. Something other than himself. 

“I don’t want you to keep a distance. Cause, I know I can’t. I don’t want to. I’ll work harder, for you.” Lifting his head, Mingyu meets your eyes seeing them full of the same desire he feels rushing through his veins. “Fuck, Y/N…baby. I want you.” 

Your head pressing back against the canvas, you whine out Mingyu’s name feeling his lips press over your ribs. His hands slide along your sides to your hips beckoning you to lift them so he can work your leggings down your thighs along with your already ruined panties. 

Mingyu leans back sitting on his heels, his eyes moving over your body as he drops the last of your clothes next to him in the ring. It was a privilege to see you bare in front of him. Everything about you was perfect, from the way your breast rose and fell with each of your deep breaths to the way you spread your legs for him. Mingyu’s eyes were drinking you in as if you were a full-course meal and he wasn’t sure where to start. 

“Gyu, god…babe, do something. Take off your clothes. It feels a little unfair…” 

Your words bring Mingyu back to the present, his sharp canines catching his bottom lip even as his lips pull up into a smirk. You watch his hands move to make quick work of his shirt allowing your eyes to feast upon him now. You had seen him shirtless countless times but you had never let yourself shamelessly appreciate him until this moment. It was as if he had been sculpted from clay and brought to life by Zeus himself and you were just lucky enough to be in his presence. 

Shifting to his feet, Mingyu groans a bit in discomfort as his cock presses hard against his shorts making it a struggle to push them down his legs. You watch with curiosity and a pleased sigh when you finally see how perfect he really is. You had known that Mingyu was big. There weren’t many ways he could hide that from you or others but seeing him like this and naked in front of you hard was completely different. He was mouth-watering. 

“You are huge…” 

The words slip from your lips on a breath causing Mingyu’s cheeks to burn and his ego to soar. He could tell you were wet for him but he also didn’t want to hurt you. Shaking his head, Mingyu moves back to his knees in front of you. His lips brush over yours as Mingyu drags his middle finger between your folds for the first time causing you to moan out his name.

“And you are perfect. I’ll go slow…my fingers first, yeah?” 

Nodding, you whine softly on Mingyu’s lips feeling his middle finger press against your dripping entrance until he slowly pushes into you. You were already clenching around his finger, it caused Mingyu’s mind to spin and his cock to leak against your thigh but Mingyu did his best to keep his head. He wasn’t going to rush you or the process. His kisses are sweet and languid causing the stretch of another finger to be delicious and welcomed. 

By the time a third finger is brushing against your spot, your breath has become labored. Your thighs are wet with your own cum as Mingyu speaks against your lips talking you through your orgasm. 

“Jesus…baby, so fucking good. Came so hard around my fingers, gonna do the same around my cock? Hmm?” 

You can only nod and chase Mingyu’s lips once again making him smirk. This was a side of you that Mingyu could get used to. He loved your fire but he also loved that he could make you melt for him. 

Shifting between your thighs, Mingyu drags his hand along your leg pulling your knee to his hip to let you wrap your leg around his lower back. The sound of your moan sends a shiver and wave of pleasure through his body that causes his cock to jerk against your already swollen folds. Mingyu’s lips latch onto the skin at the junction of your jaw and your neck, his teeth raking lightly as you feel the head of his cock press into you for the first time. 

The feeling is almost overwhelming. Your nails scratch at tanned skin, working over each divot of Mingyu’s muscles leaving bright red marks as your body adjusts to the feeling of his cock buried inside of you. There had been no way for your mind to prepare you for the feeling, or how the coil inside of you would instantly snap. 

Groaning against a now darkening mark he had left on your neck, Mingyu has to breathe through your orgasm feeling your walls clenching around him for dear life. It was as if you were trying to milk him dry and he was in no way ready to let go. No, not when he had the chance to feel you, to fuck you slow and deep. He was going to take his time, fill you full of him. Never let you forget him. 

Mingyu hisses out your name feeling your fingers pulling at his hair until he leans back to look at you. With his eyes locked on yours Mingyu makes the first long thrust burying himself back into you deeply granting himself another high-pitched moan from your pretty bitten lips. 

Shaking his head, Mingyu can’t decide for a moment if he wants to bury his face back against your neck and leave more marks or go back to biting those lips but when you whisper, ‘Kiss me, you idiot’, who is he to deny you? His fingers lacing into your hair, Mingyu groans into your mouth, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip while the tip of his cock brushes against your spot with each deep, hard stroke. 

He could feel you tightening around him once again but this time Mingyu wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep himself from following you. Pulling from your lips, Mingyu walks his kisses along your jaw to your neck leaving bites in his wake. He wanted everyone, including you to know who you belonged to. He wanted you to look into the mirror, run your fingers over those marks and remember how you got them. Mingyu wanted to run his own fingers over them and kiss each one while making love to you again. 

Your fingers holding tightly to his side, you lean your head back giving Mingyu more access to your neck. You were falling over that edge once again. You were exhausted but you had never been happier or felt more desired. With one more gasping moan of Mingyu’s name, you cum around his cock once again. 

Lifting your head, you bury your own face against Mingyu’s shoulder leaving your own mark as you feel Mingyu’s body jerk. His breath quickens, and Mingyu lays over you completely burying himself into you with one last hard thrust as he cums. 

With a lazy smile, Mingyu turns his head to kiss the shell of your ear. The sound of your quiet, sweet laughter makes his smile widen even as he groans slipping his softening cock from you. Glancing between your bodies, Mingyu shakes his head before glancing back up at you with a sly look in his eyes. 

You watch as he runs his fingers along the center of your stomach to finally dip two between your folds pushing his cum and yours back into you only to scoop some out. 

“Fuck…you are so sexy, Y/N…want it?” 

Raising a brow, you arch your hips to the feeling of his fingers sliding from you. Your mouth opens at his question letting Mingyu put his cum covered fingers into your mouth so you can close your lips around them sucking them clean. 

Mingyu groans at the feeling of your tongue moving around his fingers. The feeling is almost enough to cause his cock to come back to life but he shakes his head watching you pull back with a small pop to reveal his now clean digits. 

Biting at your lip, you arch slightly into Mingyu’s touch. His large hand gently brushes over your side as he looks down at you in wonder and something else that could be mistaken for love if one didn’t know better. 

“I’m lucky to have you in my corner, Y/N. I really will work harder…” 

A laugh falls from your lips, your eyes rolling playfully causing Mingyu to smile. He leans to press a kiss to your lips, his hand moving to hold your jaw so he can kiss you deeply until you speak against his lips. 

“You better. I only date champion, Kim Mingyu. Now, take me to the shower. You made a mess.” 

Mingyu grins against your lips, his thumb brushing under your bottom lip. He bites at his own bottom lip meeting your gaze even so closely. He knew the weight of your words even with the humor laced in them. 

“Mm, yes ma’am.” 

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[baeksbyunny]

[18:26] • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship kind of ig hehehe

Warnings: possessiveness, mild jealousy, mean!seok but he's whipped kind of, fingering but not really, slight choking, a tiny bit of degradation, as usual just hmu if I missed smth

WC: tumblr mobile bby it's kinda short tbh

A/N: unplanned smh but as seokmin's self-proclaimed slut I just kinda had to get it out of my system idk I'm not good at this 🤪 read a line out of a manhwa and yuh went w/ it procrastinating on other things hehe

Update 9/19: [Sequel]

"Aw baby, you're absolutely drooling."

Despite the flush of embarrassment at Seokmin's condescending tone, your hips betray you as they buck up desperately against his hand. Long fingers that have been teasing you for hours gather up your arousal, making sure to spread it all across your outer pussy lips so they glisten in the dim light of his bedroom.

There's enough wetness for him to play with that it's also smeared on both of your inner thighs from Seokmin's hand drifting down to pause at each one while he waits for you to beg. Glancing up at your scrunched forehead as you kneel over one of his thighs, he leans back against the headboard. Almost as if he's bored.

His other hand reaches out to tug at the cute pout that causes the corners of your mouth to turn down. "Your pussy is at least. Cute."

"Seokmin... "

"Is it that hungry for my cock?"

You whine and throw your head back, nails digging into the top of his shoulders as you rut desperately against his palm, hoping a finger may slip inside your needy cunt.

But Seokmin remains firm. Palm remaining flat and fingers stiffly held horizontally. A smile grows on his lips but it's not the sweet, bright ray of happiness everyone's used to. It's downright cruel, complimenting the hard set of his jaw, furrowed eyebrows, and darkened gaze.

"That's not the answer I want." He pulls away to lick his fingers clean, eyes fluttering shut briefly as he tastes you on his tongue before they open again. Narrowed and colder than before. "What do I want to hear from that lovely mouth of yours?"

"I'm... I'm yours."

He lets out a hum. "That thought's nice but not it."

"I-I don't understa — "

Mirthless laughter you hardly recognize is drowned out by your loud gasp when he harshly gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail and uses it to tug your face close. Merely inches apart. Enough that your breath mingles with his but holding you distant so your lips can't touch his.

"How about, 'yes Seokmin, my pathetic, perfect little pussy wants you in it so bad.'"

"Y-ye — "

"'Fuck me stupid so I can't walk straight.'" A finger traces around your hole that desperately aches for it to enter. "'So I don't think about anything except your cock deep, deep inside me. Every single day, every single night.'"

"Please — "

"'Enough so no other man even dares to make a move on me.' Hm?"

You have to smile smugly at that one. "I knew it. You're jealous. Baby, there's absolutely no reas — "

The world spins as Seokmin easily switches positions, flipping you on your stomach. He's above you, pinning you down with the strength of his own body before kneeling behind you and running a hand up and down your back. Softness resonates from his fingertips despite the venom behind his words, as if he's suddenly afraid of breaking you.

"There's absolutely no reason to feel that way," you finish with a gasp. "You know tha — "

"I said, that's not what I wanted to hear." Seokmin interrupts and frowns even though he can't help but appreciatively look at the way you arch your back prettily for him. Showing off your dripping pussy from another angle. "Seems like you don't listen very well, sweetheart."

"Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it."

You're feisty attitude returns like you have the upper hand now that you know the reason behind Seokmin's different demeanor tonight. And you take every advantage of it, grinding your ass coyly against the bulge of his dick still inside his jeans.

About two seconds of your shenanigans last before he's pulling you up by your hair again, the back of your body pressed snug up against his. A hand wrapping around your throat to keep you still. He squeezes lightly and you moan.

"What am I going to do about it? Don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you silly, darling." A shiver of excitement crawls up your spine when you hear his belt buckle jingle. "But that's only if you behave. You know what to say to get what you want."

"Ah," you gasp out and tug at his hands, bringing them to fondle at your chest. "Please fuck me stupid, Seokmin. So I think of nobody but you and everyone knows that. This pussy and body belongs to you. I'm yours."

He kisses your neck, pleased. Like he wasn't fuming and demanding such words. "As you wish, my love."

[baeksbyunny]

touch • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!) Warnings: lower-case intended, self-indulgent... maybe some swearing, MUCH SHAME (for me, myself, and i - not any of you or even seokmin himself), jdkskakwkw i genuinely have no words good lord lmk if i should add smth WC: tumblr mobile bby 💀 A/N: it was SUPPOSED to be a 1/4 of how long it ended up but the only warning i have for this is it is fully elv indulgent ofc so take it as you will but i hold 0 responsibility. fyi this is all @duhnova's fault tbh as always for making me think abt this nonstop grrrr 😭😂 OKAY and i'll try and stop writing seok content istg

"no," you scold and bat away one of seokmin's trembling hands that get a little too close to your thigh, "no touching."

he whimpers. full on whimpers, tears threatening to spill out from his half-closed eyes. it's a little unfair if he thinks about it. that is - if he can even properly form a thought in his fucked-out, clouded state of mind.

there's something feral that engulfs your entire being. it's lit like a spark from the way his cheeks are flushed, perspiration lining where messy bangs flop against the pillows. the rest of his hair frazzled adorably after tossing and turning futilely while you'd marked up his neck with little bites and kisses. long fingers grip and twist at the bedsheets, veins protruding and forearm muscles rippling at his desperation.

yet seokmin listens and behaves. even as his biceps twitch and his chest stutters at each labored breath he inhales. hips remaining still as he can because of your earlier command, yet a tiny spasm jerks through them at such strained efforts. but he still obeys.

it's so unfair how pretty he is. the pants and whines and moans escaping his mouth only add more to the salvitating experience.

but it's awfully unfair how he can't touch YOU. oh, how he wants to. so bad. his mind spins. you're everywhere. plush thighs squeeze around his waist, ass cheeks resting on top of his shaking thighs, fingernails running across his abs and up to tweak at his nipples before palms press against his shoulders just to lift yourself up ever so slightly.

"oh," and "ohhh," he gasps helplessly. both out loud and as the singular ringing thought bouncing inside the emptiness of his poor brain.

"what's wrong, baby?"

you dirty little vixen.

"wanna... touch.. wanna touch you... so bad."

"but you are touching me, my sweet."

indeed. your warm, wet, sweet, tight pussy is enveloping his cock inside its velvety walls. clenching around him every so often as his thickness jolts and twitches whenever you shift. the tip brushes just right against the bundle of nerves he's memorized to find, though this time it's of your own doing. you continue to tease him. which is almost so mean and cruel as you coo at him with an ego-induced smirk.

"not the s-same."

he's complaining but you actually feel so good. delightful. oh, how he wants to touch you so bad himself. hands confusingly jealous of his cock that gets to be inside and experience exhilarating contact with your lovely body. exactly where he wants it, where it should be, and thankfully it's being taken care of. but he still longs to feel your skin buried beneath his fingertips.

seokmin bites down on his lip. your gaze lazily flickers to the action, watching as his eyebrows furrow and unfurrow. thrillingly, they match in time with the pulsating of your cunt around him as he tries to hold off his impending release.

how delicious he is.

sweat droplets trickle down the length of his flexed and tense arms, dripping onto the sheets. almost worried he'll rip them and fearing an injury to his pretty lips, you lean down. supple breasts sliding against the hard planes of his upper body. teething at the release of his lower lip that juts out in a pout before swiping your tongue across it.

he welcomes your mouth against his, a messy but loving kiss. full of spit and gnashing of teeth. and the only reason you pull away is to simply whisper in his ear, "go ahead and touch, my good boy."

and with a relieved, guttural groan - seokmin does. breathlessly thanking you. his appreciative actions are fast and sloppy. you'd laugh at how similar he is to a kid in a candy store who's allowed to pick whatever they want. but the following series of events steal away any playful humor and you are left with only shock and awe.

because as soon as seokmin feels the sensation of your soft, sweaty skin he knows so well - a reverent yet feeble graze against the juncture of your hips that he normally holds when you're riding him - he's gone. barely even touching you like he so wanted, the lightest brush of your skin sets him off and he's throbbing achingly inside of you. absolutely shredding the slipping leash on his collared control. painting your walls white and you watch slack-jawed as he convulses beneath you with a deep moan and subsequently, heaving a ginormous sob.

and you have no choice but to milk him for all he's worth, a couple of quick bounces while his release still dribbles out of his cock and what doesn't stay inside of your cunt soils the ruined bedsheets. your walls flutter around him and he's whimpering again - this time at the oversensitivity. but the sound is pathetic enough to trigger your climax. praises fall from your mouth even though he came without permission. but that doesn't matter to you because everything is perfect about him. he knows this by your own loving death grip over one of his large hands that dig into your sides.

"i love you," he can't help but murmur dazedly and you slump against him, nibbling gently on his collarbone as you come down from your high.

"i love you more."

you whisper sweet nothings to one another while cuddling, little kisses exchanged between soft words because he refuses to let you go. his hands innocently run up and down the curves of your body, clingy as ever when he's denied the privilege to touch you during sex. and you love it. taking full advantage of his neediness whenever you can. and of course, he lets you whenever you want because he's your very own sweet beloved, good boy.