#gyugyu

[yeonzzzn]

🎵main one: beomgyu x fem!reader | high-school au!, rockstar!beoms, popular!beoms, neighbors. | warnings: cute ♡

wanting to be your main one even if it’s just tonight…

[3.1k words] ☆ [pls do not repost]

The way Beomgyu walks down the halls and waves makes it seem like he’s the king and we are his subjects. 

You leaned against your locker, watching closely at how every girl in the hall was practically on their knees for Beomgyu. 

He was the most popular guy in school, and you understood completely why he was. He’s been your next-door neighbor for as long as you can remember. 

As children, you two would play together at the park or in the front yard of each other's houses. But on the first day of middle school, everything changed. 

Other girls started noticing him, he was welcomed in with the other popular kids at school. And the two of you grew apart. 

You felt jealous over the attention he would get from classmates, you were in love with him after all. Always had been. 

Growing up Beomgyu’s bedroom was right across from yours, you watched as he grew taller, watched as his room changed from action figures and toys to guitars and rock n roll posters. He set up a miniature recording booth in the corner.  His outfits changed from his colorful aura to black leather jackets, white tank tops, ripped skinny jeans, and black combat boots, and even grew his hair longer. 

Beomgyu became the definition of a rockstar. And it made you fall even more in love with him. 

You would sit at your desk and listen as he would sing into the microphone, closing your eyes, and just listening to the soothing of his voice. You could have sworn he had the voice of an angel. 

Watching as his room changed, you always watched the multiple girls he would sneak in and out of his house in the middle of the night. Which didn’t start until late junior year of high school. 

You tried to keep to yourself, to not peek out your window to try and listen to what they could possibly be talking about or doing, but it was hard when Beomgyu kept his blinds open as if he was inviting you to watch. 

The temptation always got the best of you, as you would peek out of the side of your eyes, seeing them making out on his bed as the female would straddle him, hands messing up his perfectly beautiful hair. 

You didn’t realize how much your head had turned until Beomgyu’s mocha eyes matched with yours. The girl was leaving kisses on his neck, giving Beomgyu a full view of you. 

You felt your face flush and the smirk that played on his face as he looked back at you, his lower lip tucking gently between his teeth. 

You quickly got up and rushed to your window, dropping the blinds, and making them out of sight. 

So it made complete sense why Beomgyu was strolling around campus today acting like the mighty king he was with the girl he was making out with the night before attached to his hip. 

You shook your head, how could the sweet boy you once played in the dirt with, grow up to be such a player? 

You rested your head against the locker, picturing what it would look like if it were you beside him inside of her. His arm wrapped around your hip, your hands in his chest, head resting on his shoulder. The whole school being jealous of the power couple you’d be. Oh, what you would do to be one of his girls…

But unfortunately, Beomgyu doesn’t date. He’s made that much clear. 

Beomgyu makes eye contact with you, giving you a wide smile. 

You quickly turned around facing your locker, gripping the lock and putting in the combination acting as if you needed to get something out. Anything to make it seem like you saw nothing last night. 

But you weren’t free like you thought. 

Beomgyu appears to your right, closing the locker door. You slightly jumped at his appearance, not wanting to look at him. 

“Y/N,” he said with a tease in his tone. 

“Beomgyu.” 

Beomgyu softly poked your shoulder, “You going to look at me?” 

You ignored him. 

He sighed, flipping you around to face him. You pressed against the locker, one of his hands to the right of your head, pushing the other hand into the pocket of his jeans. 

You stared up at him, his doe eyes connecting with yours.

“We are neighbors and childhood friends, you think you can just ignore me like that?” 

You scoff, “Beoms, we barely speak to each other.” 

He nodded, but a smirk played across his face, “Enjoy your view last night? Hmm?” 

You felt your face redden, Beomgyu’s smile widening. It took everything in you to look away and to bite your tongue. 

“I saw nothing.” 

“Y/N, you can’t lie to me. I’ve known you practically since birth, you don’t think I haven’t noticed that you watch me?”

You wanted to push and shout at him for even bringing up how close you two used to be. To be angry with him for cornering you like this. 

“Maybe you should keep your blinds closed,” you snapped, pushing him away from you, “we are done here.” 

You shoved your shoulder into him as you walked away from him.

“Y/N!” he called for you. 

And your response was flipping him the bird, as you made your way down the hall. 

Beomgyu chuckled as he watched you leave him, his lips tucking between his teeth. 

—

“Y/N!!! Girl!! you HAVE to go with me tomorrow night!” your best friend, Joy shouted out. 

You rolled your eyes at her while you folded your laundry, “I said I would like to stay home and catch up on my dramas.” 

She rolled her eyes back at you, “Girl, you watch your dramas every weekend!” you walk to the closet and put away your clean clothes, “it’s the last game of the school year before we graduate! Come on! please!”

You cross your arms, watching as your best friend give you her begging eyes. 

And it broke you. 

“Fine!” you shouted at her, “but I won’t go to the party afterward.” 

Joy flung herself onto your bed, kicking her feet back and forth, “you’ll definitely come to the party too.”

Before you could protest, a shout came from Beomgyu’s room, scaring the living hell out of both you and Joy. 

You both ran to your window and flung it open, staring across the way at Beomgyu, who was pacing around his room in excitement. 

“What’s going on with him?” Joy asked, raising an eyebrow. 

You shrugged, “who knows when it comes to him, he could have won an auction for a new guitar or something.” 

Joy shoved herself out the window, “Hey! Choi Beomgyu!” 

He looks over, copying Joy’s position out his own window, “Hey! Kim Joy!” 

“Keep it down will ya?” she pouts, “some people are trying to enjoy the peace and quiet.”

Beomgyu snickered, “Then why are you yelling at me?”

“Ugh! Because we want peace and quiet. Why are you so loud!”

“Motor.” he winked. 

“Well keep the motor down!” Joy said, stepping away from the window. 

You closed the window, watching as Beomgyu did the same, he gave you a soft smile before dropping the blinds, removing him from your sight. 

“Anyways you’re going to the party!” Joy clapped. 

“No! I am not!” 

—

You found yourself standing in the corner of the room surrounded by a sea of drunk toddlers. Well, high school students but they were acting like toddlers. 

Your eyes connected with Joy, who was having the time of her life dancing on the couch, motioning for you to come over with her. 

Shaking your head, you sank deeper into the wall, wishing you could slip inside it away from everyone else. 

You couldn’t believe she even talked you into coming tonight. You wanted to stand your ground but you obviously broke. 

Taehyun, the class president, who was also the one throwing this party, stood on top of the coffee table in the living room, waving his hands in the air, attempting to get everyone’s attention. 

To his dismay, it didn’t work. Taehyun glances around the room, locking eyes with someone and motioning them over, “Beomgyu!” 

You froze up. Wait?!? He's here?! You wanted to leave immediately. To disappear into thin air never to be seen again. You caught yourself fixing your black skirt, making sure it was in the right place, flattening out your cream-colored crop, and adjusting your fire-red leather jacket. 

You caught yourself just as you glanced down at your boots to make sure they were tied when you realized just exactly what you were doing. 

You didn’t need to fix yourself for him. He wasn’t interested in you at all. 

You watched as Beomgyu stood on the table beside his best friend, slipping his index and thumb between his lips, letting out a strong loud whistle. It was even louder than the music. 

“Thank you, Gyu,” Taehyun nodded at his friend, “now get the fuck off my coffee table, this shit was expensive.” 

Beomgyu chuckled as he jumped down from the table, motioning for the younger one to proceed. 

“Now then, with the celebration of the fact that we all graduate in a few months!” The sea of students clapped and cheered, “And the fact we won the game tonight, drank to the victory and now it’s time for the party games!” More cheers from the crowd, “We will get into multiple groups and play games, rotating between them. Everyone get into groups of at least ten, if you don’t want to play games then get the fuck out of my house! LETS GO!!” 

Everyone scattered around the house, getting into their groups and setting themselves up at each game station Taehyun had prepared. 

Joy made her way towards you, you automatically waved your hands to shoo her away, “No! Joy, I don’t want to!”

She linked her arm with yours anyway, dragging you across the room and into the kitchen. 

She forced you down with her onto the cold tile, forming the perfect circle. 

You noticed Taehyun across from you and Beomgyu sitting to his left. 

Taehyun held an empty glass bottle in his hands as he whispered something into Beomgyu’s ear. 

You noticed immediately what the glass bottle was for, you looked up seeing Beomgyu was already staring at you. 

Fidgeting out of Joy’s arm you tried to stand up. But your best friend was way too quick, “No! Don’t leave me!”

“Leaving already, Y/L/N?” Taehyun asked, “We haven’t started the first round yet.” 

You looked around at everyone else, slowly sitting back down on the tile, “No, sorry.” 

You could feel the smile radiating off Beomgyu’s face as you tucked your legs underneath you. Oh what have you gotten yourself into?

Taehyun explained the rules of spin the bottle, except this game would be more interesting, instead of just kissing the person the bottle lands on, you’ll be shoved into a closet with them for ten minutes, leaving it open to the two on what they decide to do. 

The first round began, everyone taking turns going counterclockwise, each person one by one spun, found their make-out partner, hid in the closet, and came back ten minutes later. 

You noticed the disappointment on all the girls' faces when the bottle didn’t land on Beomgyu. You rolled your eyes in disgust but were secretly happy that the game didn’t start off with him, meaning he would be the last to spin. 

It was finally your turn to spin the bottle, you shakenly placed your hand on the cold glass. You closed your eyes as you spun it, terrified to open your eyes once you heard the bottle stop moving. 

The girls around you gasped and followed up with soft whispers to the ones around them. 

You slowly open your eyes, following the direction the bottle was pointing, seeing it stop in front of Beomgyu. 

Beomgyu looked just as surprised as you. He stared down at the bottle, slowly looking up to make eye contact with you. 

“Well then you two!” Taehyun clapped his hands, “Off you go!” 

The closet was a lot smaller than you hoped.

You both sit on opposite ends from each other. Backs against the wall. Your legs sat in between each other, it was the only comfortable way to sit in this small space. 

The only thing you both could do was stare at each other. You felt as if your heart was going to tear open your skin and bounce right out. 

“Well,” Beomgyu finally spoke the silence, “we have ten minutes so should we get to work on-“

You stopped him there, “Do not speak to me as if I am one of your girls.” 

He raised his eyebrows, letting out a soft laugh, “One of my girls?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, you literally have a different female every week, but never the same one.”

“So you admit to watching me then?” he titled his head, resting it against the wall. 

You bit your lip, not wanting to speak the truth but opening your mouth anyways, “Yes and so what? It’s hard to not notice when all I hear is giggling and when you keep your blinds open the entire time.” 

He smiled, checking the time on his phone, “we now have eight minutes.” 

You rolled your eyes, “I said stop treating me like one of your girls.”

“But you want to be one of them, don’t you?” 

Your body tingled at his words, your face flushing pink. Thanking whichever god was listening that the closet was dark enough to where he couldn’t see it. 

Quickly nodding, you answer, “Why on earth would I want to be?” 

“Because I can see it on your face, Y/N,” Beomgyu leans forward, wrapping his arms around his legs, “you’re not the only one watching.” 

You narrowed your eyes, “what does that even mean?” 

“I pay attention to you. I notice your body language when you see me with someone else. I noticed the look on your face the other night. You want me.” 

“Oh please, Beoms, we aren’t children.” 

He smiles at you, “I’ve missed you, you know that?” 

You scoffed at him, “Yeah? then why did you let us drift apart?” 

Beomgyu slid back onto the wall, “because I didn’t want to put you through any of this.” 

You raised a brow, “put me through what, Beomgyu?” 

He shook his head, his dark hair covering his eyes.

“I know what you feel for me.”

Your heart stopped. He knows you’re in love with him? You tried to play it off, “Beoms, that’s ridiculous.”

“Isn’t it?” he looked back up at you, “that you’ve loved me all these years and never said anything?” 

You broke eye contact with him, “how did you know?” 

He sighs, “You aren’t the only one who watches, remember?”

“Just say it, don’t beat around the bush.” 

“Because the way you look at me is the same way I look at you.” 

You sat forward, pulling your legs underneath you, “what?”

“Y/N, I have been in love with you since we were children. I noticed the way you would look at me, how happy you’d get when our parents let us play in the yard or go down to the park,” he shook his head, giving a half smile, “I didn’t realize how I felt until I sat outside one day after school, waiting for you to come out and then your mom noticing I was sitting in the yard and came to tell me you were sick.” 

You sat back, your heart aching. 

Beomgyu continued, “That’s when I realized I missed you, that I felt lonely without you there. That my heart pounded so fast when you recovered. I paid more attention to you, and as we grew older, the feelings grew deeper. I noticed the way you would look at me, and I realized that it was the same way I’d look at you.”

He let out a soft laugh, “It was insane how badly I fell for you, but obviously going into middle school, things changed. I got noticed by other girls, became friends with more people, I got into music…none of it is an excuse to push you away. But I saw the look on your face when the first girl to ever ask me out, the way it hurt you. I knew then I couldn’t bring you into this, I didn’t want you to be hurt by the attention.”

You stopped him, “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner!?”

“I did not know how to, I let time slip between my fingers and before I knew it we were now seniors in high school and you’re sitting in front of me because of a stupid party game.” 

You shook your head, “You’re right, I want to be one of your girls, even if it was just for tonight. I got so nervous when I saw the bottle land on you, but I also saw it as fate because I might have been able to finally feel and have that part of you that the other girls have gotten…but…”

Beomgyu sat up, inching himself closer to you, your knees touching each other, “But what?”

You looked deeply into his mocha eyes, “I don’t want to just be one of your girls, Beoms. I want to be the main one.” 

Beomgyu rested his hand on your cheek, glazing his thumb over your skin, “can I kiss you?” 

You nodded, “Please.” 

His soft lips crashed onto yours. You kissed him back and leaned more into him, his hands softly gripping your hips. 

Your hands found their way into his hair, feeling how smooth it was, how soft it felt to play with your fingers. 

Beomgyu deepens the kiss, sending shock waves through your body, his hand sliding up and down your arms, your body tingling at his very touch. 

The knock on the door jolted the both of you away from each other. Your heart is in your throat, too scared to speak. 

“Time up for you two! It's been over ten minutes!” Taehyun’s voice came from the other side of the door. 

Beomgyu laughed, “What’s so funny?” you asked. 

“That we’ve both been pinning for each other this long.” 

You softly giggled, “Yeah it’s crazy,” you looked down at the carpeted floor.

“What’s wrong, love?” Beomgyu asked, taking your chin and lifting you to look at him, “talk to me.” 

“Why didn’t you ever date these girls?” 

“I did date a few, but it just never lasted and I vowed to just not date.” 

“But why?”

He smiled, “Because I was waiting for you.”

Another knock on the door. 

“Come on,” Beomgyu stood up, pulling you with him, “say we leave this party, ya? You hungry?”

You smiled up at him, nodding. 

Beomgyu took your hand in his, leading you out of the closet.

[vesvosmozhno]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEOMGYU!!!

Sorry your fandom gaslit me into thinking you were the maknae

[sluttywonwoo]

i want mingyu to tie my hands and blindfold me with the ribbons from his chanel purchases

“how’s that, babygirl? too tight?”

you shake your head in the direction you think your boyfriend is standing and tug at the makeshift restraints to test them out. “feels good. can you touch me now?”

“patience, love,” mingyu chides. you can hear the amusement in his voice. “i’m not done yet. sit still.”

you’re confused by that— you’re already tied up and blindfolded, you don’t know what else is left to do. then you hear the shutter of a camera lens and it all makes sense. you set your lips in a pout.

“can’t that wait?” you whine. “wanna feel you.”

mingyu scoffs. “don’t be a brat. whose birthday is it?”

you slump back into the pillows. “yours. sorry.”

“pretty baby’s so worked up already, huh?” you nod. “don’t worry, just a few more. wanna capture the before and after.”

you let him take as many pictures as he wants— not that you have any other option, sitting quietly on the bed as he works.

you’d been the one to get him a new film camera for his birthday. rookie mistake.

every time the flash goes off, for just a fraction of a second, you can make out his silhouette behind the thin fabric of your blindfold. it’s torture, seeing him but not seeing him.

already, you feel desperate. you’ve never been deprived of touch and sight at the same time before and it has you reeling.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” mingyu breathes. “completely ruined your panties, baby.”

you jolt at the feeling of his fingers running over the soaked material. you hadn’t heard him set down the camera, hadn’t heard the footsteps of him approaching the bed or felt his presence next to you. just how far gone were you?

the sound of him sucking the same fingers into his mouth makes you whimper. mingyu just laughs.

“let’s get these off of you, yeah?”

“please…”

the mattress dips with mingyu’s weight as he climbs onto it. you hold your breath in anticipation but still let out a little yelp when you feel his canines brush against your hip instead of his fingers.

“gotta keep you on your toes,” he whispers, proceeding to pull your underwear off with his teeth.

“you’re insufferable.”

“is that any way to talk to the birthday boy?” mingyu asks, muffled by your thong in his mouth.

“kim mingyu, love of my life…” he hums pleasantly, expectantly. “you’re insufferable.”

the jab earns you a slap on your pussy but it’s worth it, and you smile victoriously for all of a second before mingyu’s shoving the underwear in your mouth. you moan around his fingers and the fabric, gagging a bit as he pushes in deeper.

he had been right, you are soaked. the taste of your own arousal on your tongue makes you want to press your thighs together to get some relief but your boyfriend is sitting right in between them, stopping you from doing just that.

“as much as i can tell you’re enjoying that, i need you to be able to talk so you can communicate with me while i fuck you. but you have to be good for me. are you going to be good?” you nod obediently. when he takes the panties back out of your mouth, you’re silent. “that’s better.”

he rewards you with a kiss, short but sweet. just enough for you to both be able to taste you on each other’s lips.

when he pulls away, you try and chase him, stopped short by the ribbons tied around your wrists. mingyu chuckles fondly at you and swoops down for another kiss. just because.

“ready, baby?”

“so ready.”

“what’s your color?”

“green.”

“that’s my girl.”

you’re picturing the face he’s making as he pushes into you. eyebrows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, eyes trained on where your bodies connect… it’s almost enough to make you beg him to rip the blindfold off. almost.

instead, you focus on the feeling.

you’re doing things in reverse tonight, birthday boy’s wishes. he wanted to fuck you first and then eat you out while you’re still dripping with his cum. it feels like more of a present for you than for him but you’re not one look a gift horse in the mouth— or however the saying goes. you’re not going to argue with a good thing.

it takes him longer than usual to bottom out, even with how wet you are, because he hasn’t made you cum beforehand like he usually does. the stretch has pain and pleasure bleeding together, neither more powerful than the other. the sensations are heightened by your lack of sight and ability to use your hands. it’s all a little overwhelming but it feels way too fucking good to even think about stopping.

“color, baby?”

“green,” you gasp. “i’m green. just give me an extra second.”

“of course. take all the time you need.”

mingyu cradles you as you wait it out together, taking deep breaths to steel himself every time your cunt spasms around him unintentionally.

you’re not sure how much time passes before he shifts up onto his elbows, mumbling something to himself. “here, let me…” he trails off and you don’t totally get what he means until you feel his thumb circling your clit.

the pressure is feather light, just enough to have you getting even wetter so that the glide is easier and feels good for both of you.

“fuck, gyu,” you moan, arching your back until your chest is pressed to his. “move now, please.”

“already lost the ability to form full sentences, pretty baby?”

“your fault,” you choke out, “big stupid dick.”

he laughs at that and threads his fingers through yours, giving you something to squeeze, something to anchor yourself to.

“we should do this more often,” mingyu says as he starts to rock his hips into yours.

“what, tie me up?” you ask.

“no, celebrate my birthday.”

[the-unacknowledged-ones]

So I was just going to ask Chris-Chris @nvrendngstry to help me make tea because he said I am not allowed to use the stove and or electric kettle, like.. I just burned one!!... Well that aside... He was wearing a sleeveless shirt...

Yeah that was the story

[euphor1a]

to the boyfriend i want so hopelessly but will never have, happy birthday milove ♡

[ipegchangbin]

bp!mingyu anon here from a writing blog that took forEVAAA‼️omgg like why is setting up your account to make it look all pretty so hard? pretty privilege affecting blogs is so cruel z😔

LOL no but now that i’ve made it i’m low key like what do i dooo? when i wrote on tumblr before which was like 2 years ago? i never really indulged in it as far as like making mutuals, posting things besides my fics (i used to write something for one fandom, post it, interact with feedback & then dip until i wrote something again😭)

so i’m a bit nervous LOL, so if you have any advice or anything i’m all ears :))

but anyways i’m nico if you wanted to know my last name after boypussy!mingyu anon cause that’s the government name fr‼️‼️

hi boypussy mingyu a—sorry hi nico!!

omg this feels so special its like one of those face reveals on youtube but better !!! the long setup (omfg i feel you) was worth it, your blog is so cute i immediately went :0 when i saw it!

yk at first when i established this blog i didnt mean to write or make it like a whole thing i initially just wanted to share fics i like and also put my thoughts out there so maybe my ““advice”” wld be very small lmfao

but what i urge you to do is to be very unapologetic and shameless with your work!! keep boosting it! let your people see it!!! never feel bad to reach out to someone who might like your work in order to feel seen. youll surely be loved! (i love you already)

now go post some boypussy work as your heart wishes im so so SO seated for more!! nice to finally meet you nico jellipuff boypussymingyuanon ^^

[lovelyhan]

enemies to lovers prompt #10 "I'm not driving home with you..." with mingyu, thx <3

— vices & virtues ⟢

being from one of the most opulent families in the city, you're used to getting everything you want. but when you realize that your hot bodyguard is strictly off-limits, you treat him like anything else you can't have: with unbridled hostility.

★ FEATURING; bodyguard!mingyu x reader

★ WORD COUNT; 5.4k words

★ TAGS; enemies to lovers, unresolved sexual tension, smut

★ WARNINGS; alcohol consumption, cigarettes, implied/referenced drug use, self-destructive behavior in general, (probably inaccurate) discussions about drug poisoning, graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI)

★ NOTES; when i tell you i speedwrote this just in time for mingyu day,,, eugh i love you so much gyugyu and thank you to the anon who sent this in a while back!! this prompt was so tasty to work with!

★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, couch sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, dacryphilia, size kink, mating press, overstimulation, creampie

★ SVT TAGLIST; @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex - @stariightjoyy - @asjkdk - @horny4hoshi

★ MINGYU TAGLIST; @ @renjunphile - @acgyu - @potatofrieswithketchup - @pluviophile-xxx - @pretty-trustme - @zeenanigans - @noveniadelia

When the tiniest sliver of consciousness slips into your inebriated brain, you feel the cold tile of the bathroom floor being pried off your face. Well, more like you're being gently lifted off it, and into the arms of someone warm.

You nearly lean into their embrace until you catch a whiff of that familiar, musky cologne with hint of something like pine. It takes you some effort to keep yourself from bolting out of his grasp and retching your guts out in the toilet again.

You deign to squint your eyes despite the harsh fluorescent light razing your vision. Looking down on you is none other than Kim Mingyu, gaze as indifferent as ever. Unfortunately, you're too drunk or high to figure out how he even found you here, but you know there's no weaseling your way out when your father's little lapdog has tracked you down.

"What're you doing here?" you still ask even if you knew the answer.

It's my job to take care of you.

"It's my job to take care of you," he says the words in the same way you imagined him to—apathetic. Indecipherable.

"Fuck you. I don't need you to take care of me," you scoff. "My friends'll drop me off at my apartment like they always do."

Mingyu rolls his eyes. "You mean the same friends who called me because they're tired of having to clean up after your shit? I don't want to be here either, princess, but I'm actually getting paid to keep you in line, if you hadn't known that yet."

There's something so unfairly attractive in the snark in his tone, and you fucking hate him for it. Mostly, you hate yourself for even thinking that anything about Mingyu is remotely alluring.

In the end, you just tell yourself that you're an objective person. You have eyes, and it won't cost anything to admit that Mingyu is conventionally attractive. Even if you did hate his guts.

Not that he'll ever hear you admit that aloud, though.

You're vaguely aware of how the hem of your too-short dress rides up your thighs as Mingyu rises back to his full height—having no problems carrying you out of the bathroom bridal-style.

Under normal circumstances, you would've struggled. Proved that you could very much handle yourself despite being obviously hammered. But your head is spinning, and your limbs feel like they'll disintegrate any second.

Eyes closed, you press your face into the fine fabric of Mingyu's suit—breathing in the same scent that repulsed you not five minutes earlier in an attempt at anchoring your consciousness.

As Mingyu maneuvers you out of the bathroom, the loud bass blaring from the speakers at the frat party you've decided to attend last minute rings in your eardrums. You don't have to see your surroundings to know you've got onlookers. Those unsubtle comments are clue enough to know you're being watched.

Who is that? Her boyfriend?

No, idiot, that's probably her bodyguard or some shit. Her family's loaded as fuck.

So lucky. If I had a bodyguard like that, I'd totally let him smash.

The real question is: would he let you smash?

Fuck you.

You want to flash them the most disgusted look you could muster. As if you'd stoop low enough to fuck Mingyu, of all people. Don't they know who you are? You could easily let any man or woman you wanted on their knees for you.

You were supposed to stick to your regular routine of getting railed into the next day after a few drinks and sticks, but you obviously got a little too excited about the new strains your friends snuck into the party. Now you're being princess carried by a man you absolutely despise, too shit-faced to even be remotely desired by anyone else at the moment.

Still, never in a million years would you consider having this guy as a bodyguard lucky.

You can tell you're outside when the music starts to fade in the distance and the cold starts to prickle your legs and arms. A somewhat coherent part of you recalls leaving your designer jacket in the coatrack of the frat house, and if you weren't so fucking shit-faced, you would've yelled at Mingyu to go back and get it.

But just before you can consider asking him somewhat nicely, you hear him unlock a car that definitely doesn't sound like yours—making your ears perk up, and your consciousness flood back in much faster.

"What are you—?"

You thrash in Mingyu's arms until he lets you down on the ground—throwing him a stone-cold glare right after. The fact that your pedicured feet are in direct contact with the asphalt makes your rage spike further. How dare this asshole leave your Valentinos behind? He might as well have just left you at the party altogether!

"I'm not driving home with you," you growl.

Mingyu's expression doesn't even budge. "You're not driving. I am."

"Don't try to be fucking smart with me. I'm high, not stupid."

Folding your arms across your chest, you try to pretend that you're not in the middle of the street, arguing with Mingyu as your blood pressure rises to unimaginable heights.

Unfortunately for you, this isn't the first time your friends have left you in the quote-unquote capable hands of your bodyguard. But every time he did, he would always drive whatever car you chose to bring for the occasion and drop you off at your place.

When he brings a car of his own, however...

"You're bringing me straight to the old man," you grumble. "You think he'll appreciate seeing his daughter all wasted at three in the morning? You think he'll be happy with you when he finds out you let me sneak out like this? Are you stupid or do you actually want to get fired?"

"And who told you I was going to bring you to him?" Mingyu shakes his head, letting out a long-winded sigh. "Like I said, I don't want to be here either. The last thing I need is even more overtime after your father sets you straight."

That makes you pause, eyes widening with a hint of mistrust. Mingyu listens to every word his employer says. He's the perfect little lapdog. So perfect that sneaking out for these nightly escapades of yours have grown increasingly difficult with how good he is at finding you and bringing you home.

So hearing him practically say that he won't tattle on you...

"How can I be sure you're not fucking with me? That if I fall asleep in the car, I won't wake up in the courtyard of the old man's stupid mansion?"

"Do I look like I have the energy to deal with both of you at the same time?" he replies sharply, opening the door to the passenger seat with a hint of finality in his actions. "Just get in the fucking car so we can all head to bed before sunrise."

The sound of the house party still in full swing echoes in your ears from the distance. Your skin tingles a little beneath the heat of Mingyu's mildly pissed off gaze, and you let out a shuddering breath to keep yourself from giving the feeling a name.

"Fine."

...

Good news: you made it safely back to your apartment without anyone alerting your father about your true whereabouts.

Bad news: Mingyu just won't fucking leave.

He insisted that you get yourself refreshed with a shower first before he talks to you in the living room. The same guy that right-out said that you should hop in the passenger seat of his car so you'd both be asleep before the sun rises. The clock is already pushing past four in the morning, and Mingyu still insists on lecturing you before he leaves?

You of all people know how obstinate he can be. He's even more stubborn than you are, if you're being completely honest. So even if it wounds your pride to play along with what he has planned, you head back to your living room right after slipping on your usual nightgown—flashing Mingyu a look to remind him you're not at all pleased with whatever bullshit he wants to talk about.

However, your irritation ebbs a little when you see a plate of your favorite cookies sitting on the coffee table, along with a glass of water and a sheet of Advil.

Your gaze drifts from the snacks to your bodyguard, who looks more dressed down than usual. His coat is folded neatly, hanging off one side of your couch, and the first three buttons of his dress shirt are undone.

You gulp, prying your eyes off the sliver of chest he's willingly exposed before seating a respectable distance away.

"What did you want to talk about?" You try to sound casual as you leaned forward, reaching for a cookie and the glass of water without as much initiating eye contact.

"You smoked a few joints at the party, didn't you?"

You take a bite, washing it down with your drink before replying with, "So what if I did? A little kush isn't going to kill anybody, Mingyu."

"We both know 'a little' doesn't exist in your vocabulary, princess," he points out, crossing his arms with an unimpressed look. "Anyway, I'm not your father, so I typically don't care about what drugs you're taste testing every night—"

"Are you implying that you suddenly care now?"

"With a new poisonous marijuana strain circulating in the underground market? Of course I do."

You do a double take on that, staring at him hard as you begrudgingly swallow your cookie, "What? Underground market? And what do you mean poisonous?"

Mingyu lets out another sigh when he leans forward to reach for the box of cigarettes and a lighter you left strewn across your coffee table. You're even more surprised to see him lighting himself a stick and taking a drag than you were when he prepared some snacks and water for you.

"Some Columbian drug cartels thought it would be funny to infiltrate surface-level drug transactions. Long story short, they invented some fucked up strain laced with belladonna and smuggled it into the market under the impression that it's a new sativa strain."

You absolutely have no idea how Mingyu even got ahold of this information, but realizing the implication of his words has your stomach sinking with dread. If what he's saying is true, it's no wonder you were out so fucking quick tonight.

"I'm not gonna die within twenty four hours, right?" you half-joke because, Jesus, you're adventurous with your drugs, but you wouldn't willingly take something that can actually kill you.

To your relief, Mingyu shakes his head. "I don't know the science behind it either, but I was told sativa tones down the poisonous effect of belladonna by a huge margin. The worst you'll experience is a fever and a nasty cough if you don't do anything about it."

"Gee, way to be reassuring."

Mingyu scoffs before taking another drag of his cigarette. Your gaze is riveted on the cut of his jaw as he inhales the smoke with eyes closed. It's only when he flicks the ashes in a small ashtray you left by the small table beside the couch that you realize he's pushed the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows—exposing a good deal of his toned arms.

You immediately take a huge gulp of water, not wanting such unsavory thoughts about an unsavory person to surface now, of all times.

You might be more refreshed after your shower, but if you're starting to ogle Kim Mingyu, the strange joints you've been hitting all night might've messed with your head more than you thought.

"That's why we're going to the doctor tomorrow—"

You scowl. "Like hell I'm going to pay Doctor Yoon a visit. That guy's the biggest tattletale in the world. He'll definitely tell the old man. Oh, and I actually have classes tomorrow if you're forgetting, Mingyu."

"You're pretending to attend those now that it's convenient for you?" He smirks as he breathes out another puff of smoke. "Nice try, princess. But don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'll take you to another doctor I know—someone who won't get us both in trouble by telling your father that you've been smoking bad weed."

"Again, way to be fucking reassuring."

The silence finally settles as you nibble contemplatively on the snacks he brought for you. You're can say for sure that you're most certainly sober now, so Mingyu's words have got you thinking.

But it's a little difficult to think about the state of your health when you've got a sort-of uninvited guest manspreading right next to you on the couch.

"Aren't you going to leave?" you ask. "Just text me what time we're going to visit that doctor friend of yours."

"How would you feel if you got told to scram while you're in the middle of a smoke?" Mingyu flashes you an annoyed look. "For the third time, I don't even want to be here, princess. At least let me have this as compensation for saving your sorry ass."

He's so fucking infuriating.

The rough undercurrent in his voice. The perpetual upward curve of his lips as if he always has the upper hand. His beefy arms. His built chest.

...Not to mention his unexpected thoughtfulness when he decided to stick around and inform you about what you might've gotten yourself into instead of leaving you to fend for yourself. He even brought out your favorite cookies for good measure.

You never really know what to do with Kim fucking Mingyu. He stirs up all sorts of confusing feelings inside your chest at any given time, and frankly, you've had enough of it.

You allow yourself to relish in the pride that swells in your chest when he nearly drops his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray the moment you crawl on top of his lap.

Mingyu's mouth quivers with some sensible words his job description probably requires him to say, but you rob him of his ability to speak when you steal the cancer stick from his fingers. In one long breath, you smoke the cigarette down to the filter—killing it on your ashtray before leaning down to press your lips to his.

With how stunned he is, it doesn't take a lot of effort to pry Mingyu's mouth open, breathing the smoke into his mouth. Once you're satisfied, you pull away with a triumphant smirk.

"Now you're done," you say, making the motions to get off his lap. "I'm heading to bed. Don't wake me up before noon for that doctor's appointment or else I'm going to slash your ti—"

You don't even get to finish that sentence. Mingyu suddenly flips you over so that your back is pressed against the couch and he's lying on top of you—both knees planted on either side of your hips as he gazes at you with an ireful glare.

"W-What are you doing?" you whisper, but in spite of the protesting nature of your words, you can't help but feel a pang of white hot desire shoot straight through you when you feel just how big he is now that his body is pressed against yours.

"Teaching a bad girl a lesson," he whispers, grabbing your face roughly. "You can't just pull off shit like that and expect to walk away from it unscathed, princess."

Fuck. That nickname he always uses never fails to get on your nerves on any other day. But when he sounds like that and has you under him like this...

"What are you gonna do about it then?" you ask.

Mingyu chuckles darkly, as he squishes your face with his big, long fingers. You nearly shudder at the thought of what those digits could do to you if you just pushed the right buttons.

"You'll just have to fuck around and find out."

When the pressure of his strong grip leaves your cheeks, confusion paints your features. Mingyu's weight eases off your pliant body almost immediately as well, leaving you to scowl at him incredulously. He doesn't even look at you as he collects his coat from where it hangs off your couch.

But before he can even think about putting it back on, something not so different from a growl resonates deep in your chest as you sit back up—tugging on the collar of his shirt to smash your lips together.

Mingyu all but groans into the kiss, but you're not sure if you can even call it that. There's nothing but hunger fueling the both of you as your tongue slides alongside his, mapping out each other's mouths like your lives depended on it.

You vaguely hear his coat fall to the floor as Mingyu goes back to crowding you against the couch—one of his strong arms circling your waist as he grinds his hips against your middle. It's nearly embarrassing how willing you are to receive his advances.

You, the same person who told your bodyguard you refused to drive home with him, are now making out with said bodyguard at four in the morning.

But then again, who fucking cares?

"You have no idea," he whispers hoarsely against your lips and you let out a stifled moan when you feel the outline of his erection rut against your clothed pussy, "how much you drive me insane. You're such a fucking handful, you know that?"

"I'm glad to know I make your life miserable," you bite back despite the fact that, when Mingyu brings down the straps of your nightgown to expose your breasts to the cool air, you do nothing about it.

Mingyu lets out a harsh laugh. "You're probably into this, aren't you, princess? You like riling me up so much so that I'd snap and teach you a lesson?"

You want to tell him that he's being fucking full of himself if he thinks you've planned this that far back. But with how massive he feels through his trousers alone, you can't say that you don't want him inside you right this second.

It doesn't help that he's giving your chest a generous amount of attention—suckling at your nipples in a way that has you twitching beneath him with sensitivity.

"So what if I am?" you say, testing the limits of what he'll let you get away with. "You talk big about teaching me a lesson but you're being awfully careful with me. Aren't you going to shove your cock down my throat to get me to shut up?"

Mingyu chuckles with a quick shake of his head, like he isn't even taking your words seriously. You let out a sharp yelp when he bites down on one of your breasts—leaving a distinct imprint of his canines on your skin before staring into your eyes.

"I can choke you with my cock next time, princess. For now, I just want to make you come until you're crying for me."

Fuck.

Mingyu wastes no time. He immediately sinks to his knees on the floor, hauling your hips closer to the edge of the couch so that he can hook your thighs over his shoulders. When he realizes that you're not wearing any underwear underneath your flimsy satin nightgown, you swear the noise he makes is near animalistic.

"Don't get f-fucking cocky," you stammer, nerves alight everywhere his lips graze your inner thighs. "I don't usually wear underwear before going to sleep! This wasn't for you."

"It is now," Mingyu says before licking a long stripe from your leaking hole to your aching clit. He holds your thighs far apart as his lips latch onto that little bundle of nerves, alternating with delicious licks at your sensitive folds.

He practically smothers his face into your cunt as he continues his relentless assault on your clit. By the time Mingyu starts to tease his tongue along your entrance, your fingers have found their way into his unruly hair—moans falling from your lips with little concern about appearances.

Mingyu pulls away for a moment, and you nearly snap at him from that alone until he eases one of those thick fingers into your wet channel—dark eyes trained on you as he stretches you out with a hungry gaze.

You don't even feel any semblance of shame when you start to ride that single digit, wanting to feel him go deeper and spread you wider. Fortunately, your bodyguard is more attentive than you think, and it doesn't take long for him to ease another finger into your needy pussy, curling them just so once he's sure he's found that spot that'll render you an incoherent mess.

The sound he rips out of you is unholy and Mingyu growls again before his mouth finds its way back onto your cunt—getting lost in the taste of you on his tongue.

"Where's the fight you've been putting up against me all this time, princess?" he taunts just before those stupidly thick fingers graze that sensitive patch of flesh inside you again. "Are you that desperate? You've fucked yourself up so much tonight that you couldn't bring anyone back home. Your bodyguard's gonna have to do, huh?"

You know you should be affronted by how offensive his words are. Mingyu might be an expert at getting on your nerves, but with how good his fucking mouth feels as he laves at your cunt like a man starved, you can't even let yourself feel any modicum of annoyance.

"M-Mingyu," you gasp as he suckles on your clit again—steadily building your orgasm from the ground-up. "I'm gonna come, f-fuck!"

Three. Mingyu slides in three fingers at your admission, and you nearly cry with how wide he's stretching you out. This time, he switches from sucking at your clit to rapidly flicking his tongue against the sensitive pearl.

Your toes curl with oversensitivity, thighs nearly crushing his head as you frame the syllables of his name in another wanton moan. When Mingyu curls his fingers inside you one more time, the tension that's been building in your stomach snaps like a rubber band.

Once you teeter off the precarious edge of release, you feel a gush of slick surge out of your cunt and into his awaiting mouth. Mingyu laps it all up—his sinful tongue catching every drop of your tangy essence. If you didn't know better, you would think he's desperate for you as much as you are for him.

It takes a while for your mind to fully come back online after that first orgasm, chest heaving almost painfully with how Mingyu took your breath away with oral alone. When you finally have your wits about you, your bodyguard surges forward so that your faces are levelled, and you nearly groan when you see the way his mouth and chin glisten with your juices.

"So fucking delicious for me," he rasps. "Gonna let me have a taste of this pussy every time now, princess? Want my mouth on you before you sleep?

"Do whatever you want, Gyu," you mewl, tugging him closer as you position yourself horizontally on the couch. "N-Need you so bad."

He sighs, unbuttoning the rest of his dress shirt as he drinks in the sight of you all fucked out and compliant because of his mouth and fingers alone. Your lips are parted, eyes glistening with tears or desire—Mingyu can't say for sure just yet.

But if he can get you this wrecked from oral, he can't fucking wait to see what you'll look like after he gets you to cream on his cock.

His shirt falls to the floor and you can't contained the awed gasp that leaves you at the sight of him. He's built like a fucking sculpture—all lean muscle and hard toned abs. It would make sense for Mingyu to be this well-built, being your bodyguard and all, but the thought of having his body pressed against yours as he fucks you into the couch is sending your mind into overdrive.

"You're so adorable," he chuckles, but you know the words are anything but a compliment. "A moment ago you were challenging everything I said and did. Now you're suddenly an agreeable little thing. Are you that cock-hungry, princess? Want something to fill that pretty pussy?"

"Yes." You don't even hesitate. "Yes, yes, yes. Want your cock in me. Want you to fill me up, Gyu. Please..."

Fortunately for you, Mingyu isn't one to tease. The moment you've given him the green light to rearrange your insides, he steps out of his tight trousers and boxers at the same time, pumping his thick cock in one hand as he nudges your thighs apart once again.

You practically salivate at the thought that you're about to take all those delicious inches inside you. Mingyu doesn't miss the starry look on your face, but doesn't take the time to gloat about it. Instead, he leans all the way forward so that your thighs are squished against your chest—easing your legs across his shoulders in a position that's not so different from when he ate you out earlier.

"Gonna fuck the attitude out of you, princess," he promises before pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "You ready for me?"

You nod a little too eagerly, forcing his face into the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around his head. "Gyu, please..."

"Alright. Since you asked so nicely."

He doesn't even give any forewarning when he bottoms out inside you in one languid stroke. A choked up noise gets caught in your chest with how sudden he was, how full you feel in such a short amount of time, but Mingyu doesn't give you any time to think, or even to breathe.

Before you can even get a single word out, he's pulling his hips back—making you feel every inch of his thick cock before slamming his hips forward with a powerful thrust that drives you further into the sofa. You let out a long-winded moan, unable to do anything about it as he pounds into you with the vigor of someone who's been putting up with your shit for a better part of the year.

"Pussy's so fucking tight for me," he growls. "You're squeezing my cock so good, princess. Is this all I had to do so you'd stop driving me crazy? Eat you out a little and dick you down 'til you forget your name?"

You can't even process what he's saying right now—too lost in the sensation of his cockhead grazing your cervix with each forward stroke. He's reaching into you so deep that you might really just forget everything but the letters of Mingyu's name by the time he's done with you.

"M-Mingyu," you drawl dumbly as he peppers your neck with bites and bruises—unrelenting with his deep strokes as your cunt flutters around his length. "Fuck. L-Love your cock so much—oh!"

You let out a gasp that Mingyu quickly muffles with his own mouth as he adjusts your positions on the sofa—easing your legs off of his shoulders in exchange for spreading them wider on the cushions. How he manages to do that without his cock slipping out of you is a testament to your flexibility, and he's already cooking up what he'll do about that information for next time.

Mingyu continues kissing you all while he plants one foot on the couch and the other on the floor. When he tugs your hips even closer it's only then that you realize that the lunatic has you in a mating press.

"How long have you been thinking about me fucking you like this?" he whispers, deciding to drag it out with slow, deep thrusts that only serve to frustrate you. "You wouldn't have let me go this far if you hadn't thought about it at least once, princess."

I've wanted to fuck you since the old man introduced us, is the correct answer but you've still got some shred of dignity. If Mingyu wants the truth, he's going to have to work for it.

"Fuck me again after this, and I might give you an answer," you rasp, meeting his lazy thrusts with some of your own to get the point that you want him to ram into you across.

"There she is," Mingyu laughs. "My nasty, sharp-tongued princess. Thought I lost you for a sec."

"You will if you don't fuck me until I black out."

"Oh? All you had to do was ask, you know."

Then and there, Mingyu makes good of that interesting position he'd unknowingly lured you into—plunging that fat cock even deeper into your pussy if that's even possible. It felt heavenly, taking all of him while your legs dangled off his shoulders, but there's just something about having your legs spread impossibly wide as he drills into you with the full intention of making you come until you're crying that does it for you.

As each second passes, Mingyu's thrusts become more erratic—hips snapping with hard, calculated strokes so fucking good that tears are starting to glisten along the lines of your lashes like he promised.

You mewl his name like a string of prayers as the sound of your cunt squelching with every thrust rings in your ears. It's insane how close he's driven you to the edge in the span of thirty minutes, and you're starting to grow fearful of how addicting it feels to have him inside you like this.

At this point, you'd rather get off on Mingyu's cock than get high from some shady sativa joint. Something tells you he'd rather have that, too.

"Where do you want me, princess?" he whispers into your ear, reaching between your legs to give you just the right pressure you've been missing on your clit. You have to bite back a sob when he presses his thumb against it.

"Inside," you whimper as he continues plunging his engorged length into you. "Fill me with your cum, please, Gyu. I want it—want it so bad."

Mingyu hisses when you clench around his cock, large hands undoubtedly about to leave bruises on your thighs come morning. When you hear that deep, sexy laugh in your ear, you know it's all over for you.

"Come on my cock first, princess. Then I'll give you what you want."

He punctuates the words by drawing quick, tight circles on your clit all while keeping up the cadence of his thrusts. With the steady stream of stimulation he's so willing to give, it's a no-brainer for another orgasm to blindside you yet again.

You cry out with bliss as you screw your eyes shut—tears running down your cheeks in cascades as you fall apart on Mingyu's cock. He fucks into you despite the overstimulation, his own high not far behind because of the expression you're showing him.

"That's it," he rasps, leaning down to kiss the tears away. "Fucking cry for me, princess."

You're not sure if you're just too blissed out to comprehend it properly, but you're pretty sure that Mingyu just triggered another orgasm from you when you feel him twitch inside—your tight channel being covered in his white hot emission.

It doesn't help that your insatiable lover continues to fuck his cum deeper into your abused cunt, taking full advantage of this position while he can.

"M-Mingyu," you beg, fingers raking across his back as he punches the breath out of your lungs. "Too much. T-Too much."

You thought he wouldn't heed your words, but surprisingly, Mingyu halts every movement to gaze at you with a hint of concern lining his gaze. Wordlessly, he eases himself out of your sore cunt, wiping the tears off your eyes before pressing a kiss on your lips.

"Sorry," he murmurs before gently fixing the straps of your nightgown. He even tugs the hem down despite the fact that his cum is currently leaking out of you. "You want me to tuck you in?"

You nod, lacing your fingers around his neck, the overstimulated mess you are. Mingyu breathes out a quiet laugh before carrying you into his arms again.

"Alright, princess. Let's get you to bed."

You don't have the heart nor the energy to protest. Besides, it's his job to take care of you, after all.

⟢ end notes: reminder to not take any of the medical indications abt drugs that i included in this fic seriously. i made all of those up. oh and this should go w/o saying but don't fuck anyone while under the influence of anything AT ALL !!!

that aside, happy birthday to everyone's favorite puppy boy mingyu! i ended up loving him a lot more as i stanned svt, and i hope everyone else gives him the same love as well! god knows he has lots to give to both his members and his fans ueueue

++ if you spotted a few errors here and there, please don't tell me or i'll die of embarrassment ^_^ this wasn't proofread bcs i wanted to drop this exactly on his bday (i am 1 hour and 34 mins late!) HEHEHE i was sposed to write an ending scene in the morning where gyu wakes up and sees her wearing his shirt while making breakfast but that'll make this too long :| i'll just leave that to ur imagination!

[ajtostolahazba]

Ma arról beszélgettünk a lányokkal, hogy mik azok a magyar filmek, amiket muszáj látni, mert van mondanivalójuk, vagy simán alapművek. Szóba jött a Trezor, a Vizsga, a Te rongyos élet, a Dögkeselyű, az Eldorádó vagy az Uramisten. ( A kötelező Csapd le csacsi most nem, csak olyanok, amik odab@sznak). És az ötödik pecsét persze. Hazajöttem, megnéztem. Nem emlékeztem már teljesen, de basszus ez a film ma is ( ha lehet, ma még inkább!) aktuális! A dilemma engem se hagy nyugodni: hogy Timoteus lennék, vagy Gyugyu... Zseniális film, zseniális mondanivaló és kivitelezés...

Ma nem alszom jól azt hiszem De minden perc megérte!

[cheolhub]

IM STUPID i thought you meant we can send in a max of three number and member pairings for you to choose from for ur milestone event 🧍‍♀️pls ignore my first ask (ONLY IF U HAVENT GOTTEN TO IT YET AJDJSK)

can i have “Could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” For gyugyu 🥺 i still haven't recovered from the oneshot you posted yesterday 🧍‍♀️

FWB!MINGYU

prompt. “could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

wc. 915

warnings. fwb!gyu, fem!reader, mirror sex, jealousy, possessiveness, gyu is a bit rough, dirty talk, pet names, cumshot, tears, kinda angsty? — MINORS DNI 18+

note. god u sent this the first week of march for my THREE KAY event… now im at 4k, and i am so sorry 🤣 anyway this wasn’t proofread and it’s literally a mess, but i hope u like it anyway ;-; thank u sm for requesting (even if it did take me 8 years to get to haha)

“would you look at that?” mingyu laughs against your ear. “might wanna redo your makeup once i’m done, baby, you’ve cried it all off.”

he’s not wrong. when you open your eyes and take in the sight in front of you and nearly choke on a sob. you’re a mess– smeared eyeliner, mascara staining your cheeks and lipstick smudged around your mouth– no longer ready for your date. the one that starts 15 minutes from now. 

when you’d told mingyu– a friend who you occasionally frequently fuck– you were ready to start dating again, he thought you were bluffing. how could you want to date anyone else when he was right in front of you? you and him are practically dating– you go out and do couple-y things then you go back to one of your places and you fuck– you just lack the label. 

and that’s because both of you needed something sexual, but neither of you were ready for a relationship.

now that you are– now that you’re going on a date with some fucker who probably doesn’t even deserve you– he’s upset. beyond upset, actually. he’s livid. 

that’s why he bent you over your bathroom’s vanity, pushed your dress up and makeup products to the ground and thought to prove himself to you.

now his hand tugs at your hair, essentially forcing you to stare at yourself while he reduces you to a mess like he does every time his cock is inside of you. 

“mmh, could he make you feel as good as i do, huh? you think he knows how to make this pretty pussy feel good?” the question comes through gritted teeth and it finally clicks in your dumb little brain. “i don’t fucking think so.”

“y-you’re jealous?” you’re able to ask, though it’s choked. his reply never comes, but his thrusts get harsher– merciless– and you take it as a wordless admission, crying out your next words, “me ‘n you are jus’ friends, g-gyu!”

he tugs at your hair harder and the other hand that resides on your waist squeezes your skin gratingly. “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” he replies, voice hushed and raw with emotion. 

you do. you know it. you and mingyu are glued at the hip both figuratively and literally. there’s no one on the earth that makes you feel a quarter of what you feel for him. and you also know there isn’t a single man who could fuck you as well as mingyu does. 

but when you told him you wanted to start dating, he brushed you off with a “yeah, right,” and it made you believe that there wasn’t a chance with him. you figured that the idea of you and mingyu being together was simply a dream that would never happen.

though, you’re not so sure anymore because he’s spewing out possessive words faster than you can comprehend while his cock stirs you up. 

what you didn’t know was that you’ve always had mingyu in the palm of your hand. he was whipped. wrapped around your finger. he doesn’t want to share you– he never has.

“he’s never gonna make you feel this good,” he confidently states. “you’re made for me.” 

“fuck!” you cry, tightening around his cock at the affirmation. “mingyu, please!”

“that’s it, pretty, say my fuckin’ name.” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you as his mind runs away from him. “look at me and tell me how much you like it.”

your eyes nearly cross as they try to find him in the mirror, but when they land on his, you feel yourself grow even hotter. “love it. i love it, gyu.”

he smiles triumphantly like he’s won the lottery. he’s sure that this is better, though. you? admitting to the fact that you love the way he fucks you? fucking priceless. 

“yeah? you love my cock?” he asks, cockily, yet he knows the answer. 

you give him a broken nod, “so much!”

“why don’t you cum for me, baby. cum all over this cock ‘n show me how much you love it.” he coaxes breathily, continuing to fuck you into oblivion. 

you can’t stop yourself as soon as you hear his request. the tight coil in the pit of your tummy comes undone as you sob out his name. you trap his twitching cock between his spasming cunt all the while he fucks you through your blinding orgasm. every second feels more euphoric than the last, more tears running down your face at the pleasure. 

mingyu isn’t far behind you with the way you grip him so heavenly. he’s quickly pulling out, the hand in your hair coming to wrap around his cock. you whine at the loss of his warmth, but you’re pleasantly surprised when you hear the lewd noise of his hand vigorously pumping himself and the sounds of his pretty groans. 

he lets out a string of curses, hand moving quicker before his body jerks and his ribbons of his cum spurt out. some of it lands on your bare ass, but the majority ends up on your date outfit. he can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s ruined your pretty outfit. one meant for someone who isn’t him. 

“actually, i think you should cancel your date.” he pants. “ be sure to tell him that you’re taken now.”

he watches the way you nod and he can’t help but feel proud of himself. you’re his and he’s yours. 

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[the-unacknowledged-ones]

Gyu was still mesmerized, looking at him as if he was so awesome and he kept telling him that. He hugged his plushie and then jumped off the other to drag him to a machine that took pictures... Basically he was doing Lal the things he wanted to do with friends but he didn't have many ... Or more like most avoided him so now he was enjoying. After that one he dragged the other around to other games. Until he started to yawn... But also his stomach grumbled.

-mr Chris... I am hungry.

@the-unacknowledged-ones

Mr Chris... I think I am lost -Gyu

“Well,” Chris turned to Beomgyu and patted the top of his head lightly, “that’s what I’m here for. Where were you trying to go? I’ll make sure you get there.”

[4bambi]

         ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶    bamgyuu

              gyugyu

[faustiandevil]

It someone’s birth, and it @soapkaars, so I wanted to do a bit of a collage of master studies of things he likes, but… yeah… kinda died on the last one. I’m still proud of the Habfürdő/The Man Who Knew Too Much part, especially the shading on Abbott’s coat.

Happy Birthday Gyugyu~!! Nya~

[the-unacknowledged-ones]

“You’re weak, huh?”

... Hyung, hyung is not fair!!! I was trying to eat a Banana and you walked by shirtless... I almost died... I choked!!!

[nikkell]

🖤🖤🖤

i want mingyu to tie my hands and blindfold me with the ribbons from his chanel purchases

“how’s that, babygirl? too tight?”

you shake your head in the direction you think your boyfriend is standing and tug at the makeshift restraints to test them out. “feels good. can you touch me now?”

“patience, love,” mingyu chides. you can hear the amusement in his voice. “i’m not done yet. sit still.”

you’re confused by that— you’re already tied up and blindfolded, you don’t know what else is left to do. then you hear the shutter of a camera lens and it all makes sense. you set your lips in a pout.

“can’t that wait?” you whine. “wanna feel you.”

mingyu scoffs. “don’t be a brat. whose birthday is it?”

you slump back into the pillows. “yours. sorry.”

“pretty baby’s so worked up already, huh?” you nod. “don’t worry, just a few more. wanna capture the before and after.”

you let him take as many pictures as he wants— not that you have any other option, sitting quietly on the bed as he works.

you’d been the one to get him a new film camera for his birthday. rookie mistake.

every time the flash goes off, for just a fraction of a second, you can make out his silhouette behind the thin fabric of your blindfold. it’s torture, seeing him but not seeing him.

already, you feel desperate. you’ve never been deprived of touch and sight at the same time before and it has you reeling.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” mingyu breathes. “completely ruined your panties, baby.”

you jolt at the feeling of his fingers running over the soaked material. you hadn’t heard him set down the camera, hadn’t heard the footsteps of him approaching the bed or felt his presence next to you. just how far gone were you?

the sound of him sucking the same fingers into his mouth makes you whimper. mingyu just laughs.

“let’s get these off of you, yeah?”

“please…”

the mattress dips with mingyu’s weight as he climbs onto it. you hold your breath in anticipation but still let out a little yelp when you feel his canines brush against your hip instead of his fingers.

“gotta keep you on your toes,” he whispers, proceeding to pull your underwear off with his teeth.

“you’re insufferable.”

“is that any way to talk to the birthday boy?” mingyu asks, muffled by your thong in his mouth.

“kim mingyu, love of my life…” he hums pleasantly, expectantly. “you’re insufferable.”

the jab earns you a slap on your pussy but it’s worth it, and you smile victoriously for all of a second before mingyu’s shoving the underwear in your mouth. you moan around his fingers and the fabric, gagging a bit as he pushes in deeper.

he had been right, you are soaked. the taste of your own arousal on your tongue makes you want to press your thighs together to get some relief but your boyfriend is sitting right in between them, stopping you from doing just that.

“as much as i can tell you’re enjoying that, i need you to be able to talk so you can communicate with me while i fuck you. but you have to be good for me. are you going to be good?” you nod obediently. when he takes the panties back out of your mouth, you’re silent. “that’s better.”

he rewards you with a kiss, short but sweet. just enough for you to both be able to taste you on each other’s lips.

when he pulls away, you try and chase him, stopped short by the ribbons tied around your wrists. mingyu chuckles fondly at you and swoops down for another kiss. just because.

“ready, baby?”

“so ready.”

“what’s your color?”

“green.”

“that’s my girl.”

you’re picturing the face he’s making as he pushes into you. eyebrows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, eyes trained on where your bodies connect… it’s almost enough to make you beg him to rip the blindfold off. almost.

instead, you focus on the feeling.

you’re doing things in reverse tonight, birthday boy’s wishes. he wanted to fuck you first and then eat you out while you’re still dripping with his cum. it feels like more of a present for you than for him but you’re not one look a gift horse in the mouth— or however the saying goes. you’re not going to argue with a good thing.

it takes him longer than usual to bottom out, even with how wet you are, because he hasn’t made you cum beforehand like he usually does. the stretch has pain and pleasure bleeding together, neither more powerful than the other. the sensations are heightened by your lack of sight and ability to use your hands. it’s all a little overwhelming but it feels way too fucking good to even think about stopping.

“color, baby?”

“green,” you gasp. “i’m green. just give me an extra second.”

“of course. take all the time you need.”

mingyu cradles you as you wait it out together, taking deep breaths to steel himself every time your cunt spasms around him unintentionally.

you’re not sure how much time passes before he shifts up onto his elbows, mumbling something to himself. “here, let me…” he trails off and you don’t totally get what he means until you feel his thumb circling your clit.

the pressure is feather light, just enough to have you getting even wetter so that the glide is easier and feels good for both of you.

“fuck, gyu,” you moan, arching your back until your chest is pressed to his. “move now, please.”

“already lost the ability to form full sentences, pretty baby?”

“your fault,” you choke out, “big stupid dick.”

he laughs at that and threads his fingers through yours, giving you something to squeeze, something to anchor yourself to.

“we should do this more often,” mingyu says as he starts to rock his hips into yours.

“what, tie me up?” you ask.

“no, celebrate my birthday.”

[euphor1a]

[snoooze]

gyugyu