#kim mingyu the hottest one

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[🌊] DISCIPLINE: SWIMMING

PAIRING: swimmer!mingyu x swimmer!fem reader GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers(ish), idiots that doesn't realise the other one is in love with them too, mingyu is a tease but also down bad WARNINGS: the reader gets hurt (hits her head, nothing too descriptive), mingyu is a hottie WORD COUNT: 3k

SYNOPSIS: what will it take for you and mingyu to finally understand that you're literally meant to be?

natalia's note: @wonijinjin the broad back and bulging biceps are for you

“i can’t do this anymore.” 

mingyu's words hit you like a speeding train. 

you quickly lifted your head from where you were looking at your fingers splashing the water, facing your best friend. 

“w-what?” you asked, horrified. “what do you mean?” 

his shoulders dropped, causing the water to ripple around your bodies, and you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you wouldn’t like what he was about to say next. 

“i can’t do this anymore. i can’t watch you lose again and again,” he sighed, and dived under the red lane line, emerging a second later right next to you. “it’s,” he took a breath, “heartbreaking.” 

with how close he was to you now you didn’t have a choice but to look up, which was stupid because come on - you were in the water. a wole ass swimming pool. like, he could literally submerge himself a little bit more and you’d be eye level, but no. kim mingyu had to flash everyone in the damn room with his godly sculptured chest and shoulders. 

you mentally scolded yourself for losing the last ounces of your dignity over a man, because why was it so hard for you to peel your eyes off his pecs? and a quiet voice inside your head was telling you that mingyu didn’t do this by accident - he knew how it affected you. but it shouldn’t. you were best friends after all. 

and best friends didn’t look at each other’s chests. and wide shoulders. and bulging biceps. 

“then stop being such a bitch, kim mingyu,” you cleared your throat, suddenly very interested in the purple “paris 2024” banners over his head. “if it’s breaking your heart then that’s your problem, not mine.”  

mingyu rolled his eyes, and quickly lifted his hand to splash water at you, making you shriek. what a shame god didn’t bless you with quicker reflexes, so you could cover your eyes at least. it was funny how people used to tell your coach that it would be for the best to split your training sessions because you didn’t get on well with each other, while in reality you got on well a bit too much. 

“uh, excuse moi?” you cringed at his horrible attempt to speak french, “you’re calling the three time world champion and two time olympic gold medalist a bitch?” he put his hand over his heart. 

“then why don’t you want to race with me anymore?” you practically whined. “are you afraid of getting beaten by a girl? would that do damage to your reputation in the olympic village?” you giggled at his unamused stare. “i’m sure the gymnasts would be very disappointed to find out you’re not as big and strong as they thought,” you pouted at him, mockingly. 

“i told you baby, i don’t want to see you lose again, simple as that” mingyu put his hand on your shoulder. “can’t you race against ava or liv?” 

you weren’t sure if it was better to go underwater or to call for the medics at this point. this infuriatingly hot man just called you baby for god’s sake and he had his hand placed so close to your neck it felt as if he was cradling it. luckly you could blame the cold water for your shivering. the worst part - you were 99% sure you saw him make out with alexa before going to paris, so all of the sweet words and gentle touches were platonic. 

they meant nothing. 

which… were you even surprised? the hottest guy making out with the hottest girl on the team. both multiple champions. both insanely talented. 

still, you wouldn’t give up, and that definitely wasn’t because of your delusions that you could pull the hottest and the best swimmer on the continent, but because you didn’t want to lose your best friend.

“you’re not fooling me, kim mingyu. i think you’re just scared of me beating you.” 

he scoffed, and finally lowered himself into the water. thank heavens. “okay then. what do you say about one last race to finish this training off?” mingyu said, and sent you a challenging look, which he knew would rile you up even more. 

“deal,” you shook his extended hand. “but don’t come crying to me when you lose.” 

“as you wish, my queen,” he bowed his head, and snickered. “but-,” 

“no buts,” you cut him off. 

“ah, ah,” he pointed a finger at you. “if you lose you have to take a bath in the seine.” 

sometimes you wondered why exactly you had a crush on him because stuff like these reminded you he was only a man. more like a man-child, but that was if you wanted to be nitpicky. 

“that’s illegal, you moron.” 

you swore you’d drown him one of these days.

with the goggles over your eyes you swam under the lane line to have a whole lane for yourself, because there was no way you’d fit in one lane with mingyu. 

“okay champ, let’s see-,” suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

“je suis désolé, mais tu dois sortir de l'eau. les préparatifs pour la course vont bientôt commencer,” one of the volunteers was crouching by the edge of the pool with his hand outstretched in your direction. 

“uh,” you shot mingyu a quick look, “i’m sorry, je ne comprends pas.” i don’t understand. the only french you managed to learn before coming to paris, which you figured would come in handy, and as it turned out - it did. a point for you. 

“the competition,” the guy scratched the back of his neck, clearly trying to find the right words. “begin soon.” 

“do you want us to get out of the pool?” mingyu asked, pointing at him and you and then the outside of the pool. 

“yes, yes,” the volunteer nodded quickly. 

well, you could wave your race bye bye. 

maybe the universe didn’t want you and mingyu together, maybe all you were destined to be was friends? besides, one silly race wouldn’t make a difference, if anything, it would probably lead to you pulling a muscle, which would mean a big disaster with your eliminations right around the corner. 

your fate was to end up alone for the rest of your life, crying over a guy you could never have. typical. 

“shit,” mingyu sighed, taking off his goggles. “i really wanted to race you.” 

you sent him a quick smile, dismissing his teasing tone. the quicker you’d realise this wouldn’t work out the better for your poor heart. 

“yeah, that’s a bummer,” you said, grabbing onto the edge of the pool to pull yourself up. 

mingyu grinded his teeth and side eyed the volunteer. if it weren't for the dozens of people around you who were clearly starting to prepare for the race, he would have thrown the guy into the water with his own bare hands. 

“thanks for being a cockblock, dude.”

well, not literally, but this had to be the first time mingyu managed to talk to you without stuttering every other word and not acting that embarrassing. but no. someone had to sweep in and take this away from him. 

“be careful,” mingyu ran a hand over his face, and looked over to you, “the tiles might be slippery.” 

“you don’t say,” you said, and shot him a glare. “im not that-.” 

but before you could finish your sentence one of your hands slipped and you lost the grip, splashing back into the pool. 

“hey, hey,” mingyu immediately swam up to you, closing the gap between your bodies in seconds. “are you okay?” he put his arm around your waist, turning you around in his grip so you’d face him. 

shit.

“did you hit your head?” he asked quickly, taking off your cap. fuck, mingyu felt his lunch creeping back into his throat. if anything happened to you… 

“mhm, i think so,” you answered, disoriented. your vision was clearly unsteady and you were shaking in his embrace, though he didn’t know if that was due to the cold water or the hit. 

“fuck,” he muttered, running his hand gently over your head to look for any cuts or bruises. “we need to get you out of the water.” 

you nodded your head slowly, but that was a bad call, because it only made you more nauseous and made your vision even worse. 

“hey, don’t move. put your other arm around my neck and hold onto me,” mingyu said. 

“but i’m heavy.” 

“shut it or i’ll leave you here,” mingyu grumbled, and tightened his hold around you. 

with ease, as if he was born in the water, mingyu managed to get you to the edge of the pool with ladders, and called for help.

“i’m such a loser,” you mumbled, resting your head against his shoulder. “almost passing out in the middle of an olympic swimming pool,” you let out a bitter laugh, before whimpering. maybe making bad jokes right after almost cracking your skull open wasn’t a good idea. 

mingyu didn’t say anything but you could feel his body tense. 

“she hit her head on the tiles,” he said once the medics made their way over to you. 

they quickly helped him get you out of the water without causing you more pain and laid you on the stretcher. the medics whispered something between them, or maybe you were just so out of it that you couldn’t understand what they were saying, but you could clearly make out mingyu’s voice in between. 

suddenly, you felt as if you were being lifted off the ground, but your blurry vision made it impossible for you to see what exactly was going on. 

“min-mingyu?” you called out. 

“i’m here baby, don’t worry,” mingyu said, and reached for your hand, grasping it tightly so you’d know he was really right there next to you. 

“stop calling me that,” you said, your tone bossy as usual. 

“stop calling you what?” mingyu couldn’t help but giggle when he heard you scoff. good, that meant you weren’t that badly hurt. 

“baby.” 

“what if i don’t want to?” he asked, and ran a thumb over the back of your hand, smiling to himself when he felt your fingers wrap tighter around his.  

you shook your head, or at least you tried to. “then i’ll race you and if i win you’ll stop.” 

“you know i won’t let that happen,” he said softly. 

“stop messing with my heart, kim mingyu.” 

a champion, an olympics medalist, a man made of steel, and still, mingyu felt like he was melting under your gaze. your big eyes looking up at him, your soft lips parted in a slight gasp, your gentle fingers holding onto him for dear life…  

“i won’t,” he shook his head. “not until you stop messing with mine.” 

as it turned out, luckily for you, the impact didn’t cause much damage. “it caused panic more than anything else,” the doctor said. 

“so i’ll be able to race on monday, right?” you asked, twisting the rings around your fingers nervously. the olympics were something you sacrificed your whole life for - you couldn’t remember the last time you slept in, the last time you ate dinner with your family, the last time you had time for yourself, and if all of that would go to waste because of a stupid mistake… you didn’t know what you’d do. 

“don’t worry, you’ll be just fine for the race. i think your boyfriend overreacted a bit out there,” the doctor laughed. “maybe more than a bit.” 

you almost choked on the pills you were swallowing, your face burning with heat. the doctor feeding into your delusions was a big no no, and you definitely did not need that right now. 

“you might want to text him though, he was sitting outside the whole time we were running tests. had to send him back to the village,” he sighed, “he looked like a kicked puppy.” 

that was dangerous, and you needed to get out of there quickly. 

mingyu, on the other hand, couldn’t stop worrying. after the doctor sent him off, he didn’t really know what to do with himself, and he definitely didn’t know how he ended up sitting in front of the door to your room. 

god, he was being so pathetic. instead of telling you how and what he felt, he was acting like a lame highschooler trying to impress you with what? being a faster swimmer? mingyu was never good at flirting but this had to be his lowest low. 

„gyu? what are you doing here?” his head shot up, and there you were - safe and sound. no bandages, nothing. for the first time since he got out of that damn swimming pool he took in a deep, proper breath. 

“the doctor he, um…,” 

“i know.” 

“you know?”

“i know,” you nodded. why did he look so nervous all of a sudden? “shouldn’t you be at the gym? preparing for tomorrow?” 

right. the race. 

“i probably should,” more than “probably” to be honest. your trainer would most likely have killed him already if not for the fact that he was the best swimmer on the team. “but i needed to know that you were okay.” 

“you could’ve just texted, you know,” you said. why was he being so… un-mingyu?

he shook his head, and stood up to his full 6 feet 2. “let me put it this way,” he took a step towards you, “i needed to see if you were okay.”

was he really about to risk your whole friendship? all this time spent on getting to know you, your likes and dislikes, what annoyed you and how he could push your buttons to see that bright smile on your face that always made his day a bit better. he didn’t want to lose all of that. 

but… mingyu felt his hands reaching out for you on their own to make sure that you weren’t in pain anymore, to kiss any bump or scratch to make it better, to hold you close to his chest this evening and keep you safe from all the wet tiles. 

“listen,” he scratched the back of his neck. he needed to do something with his hands. “i have to tell you one thing, and please just let me say it because i don’t think i’ll have enough courage to say it ever again.” 

you nodded your head, your gaze slightly confused. 

it was now or never. 

“okay, so i know we’re technically only friends from work, but not really since we hang out otherwise, and we’ve known each other for how long now? three years? and that’s great, i love training with you, and going to competitions with you, and hanging out with you, but lately… or not lately, really. for a long time-,” 

„mingyu,” you sighed, but the boy kept on rambling. „min,” you tried again, to no avail. „gyu!” 

finally, the man in front of you fell silent, looking at you with eyes wide and mouth agape. 

“i,” you took a deep breath. you knew exactly where this was going. „i can’t do this right now,” you said, and watched the spark in mingyu’s eyes die out. “with what happened today, and the eliminations tomorrow… i just can’t deal with this right now,” god, this broke your heart. “i need some rest, and i need some sleep,” you added. “besides, i also have the relay tomorrow, so i need to focus. this is not only about me, but about the girls. i can’t let them down.”   

mingyu’s heart dropped. if he knew this would end like this, then why was he feeling so disappointed? but he couldn’t be mad at you, no. it wasn’t your fault you weren’t feeling the same, and it definitely wasn’t your fault for wanting some rest. the olympics meant so much to you, and he knew how excited you were for them - he wouldn’t take that happiness away from you. 

„of-of course,” mingyu said, though his voice, his body language, his gaze - his everything, screamed anything but „of course”. he nodded his head and shrugged. „i’ll see you later then.”

you quickly grabbed his arm before he could turn around. „gyu,” you said. „i can’t deal with this now, but i never said i couldn’t deal with this ever.” 

he was so cute, you couldn’t help but hide your smile behind your hand. with slightly dishevelled hair (probably from running his fingers through them too much), un-matching shirt and pants, which you were sure were from last season, and his mingyu smile that showed off his canines… you’d have to be stupid and blind not to have a massive crush on this man. 

„r-really?” 

you nodded your head.

“maybe we can talk about this tomorrow?” you said, and slid your hand down his arm to his hand. “after the eliminations?” 

mingyu looked down wide-eyed at your hand holding his. was this really happening? maybe he was the one to hit his head? his poor heart and fuzzy brain couldn’t actually believe that the girl he had been pining after for god knows how long was actually saying that… that she liked him back? huh, if this was a dream he hoped he’d never wake up. 

“yes,” he breathed. “we can do that.” 

“great,” you smiled, and mingyu felt his heart skip a beat. “you’ll be watching me tomorrow, right?”

“you know i will,” mingyu said, squeezing your hand, and this - your hand in his - this felt right. this was right, and this was how it was always supposed to be. “i always do.” 

and then he did something that almost knocked you off your feet. 

he quickly closed the gap between you, pushing your body gently against the door behind you, and placed a soft peck on your cheek. you almost didn’t notice how his strong arm had snuck around you, holding your waist in a featherlight touch that didn’t quite match his strong hands and big biceps, or how the other one cradled the side of your face, and how his thumb stroked your cheek. almost.

and it was only a kiss on the cheek. 

“good luck, baby.”

[joonsytip]

Only for Love || Mingyu - Part 2

Pairings: Mingyu x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Husband!Mingyu, Cold Wife!Reader, Arranged Marriage au, Contract Marriage au, Divorce au

Synopsis: When an accidental discovery has your perception of happy married life crumbling down, you do what you think is the best for everyone involved. Naturally, your opinion of the best doesn't cater to your husband's. So what happens when things spiral out due to unforeseen events?

Warnings: NSFW, virgin reader, cunnilingus, consensual and penetrative sex, couple uses protection (you do too), mentions of past accident, workplace politics allusions, mentions of getting stalked and periods.

Word Count: 6.1k

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Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Epilogue

It's been half an hour since your arrival to the party and the lack of interaction between you and Mingyu starts to raise some brows.

Mingyu stays rooted to the same place, his eyes fixated on you as he realises that it was wrong of him to totally wring you out and knowing your temperament he's not brave enough yet to place himself in the periphery of your vision.

"The marriage is really a sham, afterall."

Mingyu scoffs, not bothering to look at the source of the voice.

Kim Hanjun has been demoted under the obvious reason of underperforming and it's boiling his blood having to work under Mingyu because being a man with connections and boasting about it openly would have eventually come to bite him back given he's not even good at his job.

"Your wife isn't even interested in you it seems."

Fisting his hands, Mingyu decides to mute out his words.

"Oh so you're not gonna speak because you might accidentally spill something?"

But there's a limit to how much one can endure. Even though he has the patience of a saint, Mingyu just can't tolerate this obnoxious colleague of him.

Just as he opens his mouth to retort, he feels a hand circling his arm. It's you.

"You must be Kim Hanjun?", you say with a poker face, "You're quite the infamous one around here."

Both the men are caught off-guard by your presence.

"Now if you could excuse us.", your grip tightens on your husband, "I have some making up to do, as you can see husband's upset is at me for not spanning attention to him."

Hanjun is rendered speechless when you step forward and say in a dangerously low tone, "If I see you pestering my husband one more time, you might not find your company ID working while swiping."

The man is suddenly sweating and you cross over your arms with a smirk, "I usually don't interfere but sorry to break it to you, if we come down to this, I'd like you to always remember what position my uncle holds in the company. You're not the only one who can exert connections."

Mingyu looks at you in awe. He wants to record this on his phone so that he could watch this again and again. His wife is standing up for him and that's the absolute hottest you've looked.

Once Hanjun leaves, you also turn on your heels to do so but Mingyu doesn't let you.

"I'm tired.", you say turning to look at him, hand trying to scuffle out of his strong grip, "I'm leaving."

"We're leaving.", Mingyu says leading the way, hands still held together.

While it's a sight for others to finally see the couple, might be romantic to some as well by the way Mingyu is not letting go of you but you know the truth so does your husband.

The car ride back home is silent because halfway neither of you speak and for the rest of the path, you somehow fall asleep.

You wake up in Mingyu's arm as he carries you to the bedroom.

"Let me down.", you say tiredly.

But your husband only sets you down on the bed and once he does he starts spilling the apologies.

"I was mad at you and thought you won't come if I asked you.", he says lowering his gaze, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay.", you say not meeting his gaze either and fumbling your fingers, "You should tell me if any of my behaviour has hurt or is bothering you. I can't read minds, Mingyu."

There's a pang in his chest as guilt consumes him. His mind lingers back on how he had been ignoring you for the past few days. And now that he looks at you, he realises the chronic tiredness ghosting over your features.

"Now if you could please move so that I can get changed.", you say, hands gesturing the way out.

Mingyu swears he hasn't had a drop of alcohol present in his body at the moment so why is he all of a sudden, seeing and feeling things differently?

Why are you glowing in the poorly lit room? Since when did you have such deep beautiful pair of eyes? How are your lips looking so luscious?

Mingyu loosens the tie round his neck, clearing his throat. As he has been crouching, he stands up and sides himself so that you would get out of sight because somehow though it's chilly but by doing absolutely nothing you've managed to heat him up.

You walk upto the closet and after searching for a while you turn around to look at your husband.

"Can I wear something of yours?", you ask, leaning against the door, "I think all of my comfortable nightwears have ended up in the laundry."

The man chokes, he wonders if the stars are plotting against him tonight. He settles with a subtle nod, looking everywhere but at you.

You mumble a thanks and grab the first thing that looks comfortable, going into the bathroom to change.

Mingyu rushes out of the room grabbing a pair of clothes and proceeds to wash himself in the guest bathroom just to cool off. He watches his red tinted cheeks in the dazed vision in the mirror, notices his heavy breaths and eyes down to the semi grown tent in his pants.

Something's wrong with him. He can't comprehend his state. His mind lingers back to the moments when you were defending him against Hanjun. His heart beats erratically when he remembers the accidental view of your cleavage through the dress when he was carrying you inside. The slit of your dress wasn't helpful at all as he could see your trained thighs on display everytime you moved. And your long manicured nails, he's sure that they would look beautiful running through his nape and back.

Mingyu slaps himself twice on both the cheeks, he takes a cold shower.

But he's just a man afterall, so when sees you standing in front of the dressing table in his shirt and shorts he breath hitches and he gasps. Loud enough to catch your attention. As you look at him, he looks at your collarbones peaking out because his shirt is too loose on you.

And before you could say anything he's already laying on the bed hurriedly facing away, pulling over the covers to hide the re-emerging boner.

You follow his actions, laying beside him but facing his back. You wonder if you should sleep at the guestroom because your husband is still mad at you. And his actions are clearly saying so as the person who can't sleep without hugging is maintaining the distance, not bothering to even face you, like he has been doing for the past days.

With a heavy sigh, you tell him, "I'll sleep in the guestroom. We can talk when you feel like you can bear to look at me again."

Just as you turn on your back to get up, you're being held back and within a span of seconds your husband is hovering on top of you.

"I'm sorry, I can't control myself anymore."

And admitting that he crashes his lips onto yours. You gasp grabbing his arms before sighing into the kiss. Mingyu sucks onto your lips pacing them slower now. His hand roams up to rest on your neck, gently rubbing along the column, the sensation of his touch eliciting another gasp out of you.

His tongue enters your mouth and it's lewd in the way they slotting perfectly on each other. His mouth descends to press kisses on your chin and collarbones.

The one time he detaches his mouth off you to unbotton your (his) shirt, you're tapping on his forearm. His gaze follows your hands which are now covering your eyes.

There's a bit of silence. Mingyu wonders if he's forcing himself on you, without your consent and with the thought just as he prepares himself to get off, you say something that wracks his head.

"This will be my first time. I've never been touched before.", you say shakily, evidently embarassed enough to not uncover your eyes until Mingyu does so.

Though Mingyu has his mind too clouded to be pondering over anything but the first question he asks with those eyes now turned soft, after urging you to look at him is, "Do you want to do this? Is it okay for me to proceed? Tell me if you want me to stop."

"Please don't stop.", you breathe out immediately averting your gaze which causes you to miss the smile your husband directs at you before placing his hand under your head to raise it swiftly to kiss you.

"I'll make it worth, Y/N. I'll make you feel good.", he whispers in between the kisses.

You lay naked, all bared out under him as after spanning enough attention to your boobs, Mingyu shifts all his focus on your wet, leaking core.

"Gonna prep you first", he says in his husky voice, "and let me know if you want me to stop."

His tongue laps a long stripe against your cunt and you grip the sheet underneath desperately to hold onto. He keeps tonguing your cunt, holding your legs apart as they try to close off, his nose bumping against your clit making it impossible to hold your moans anymore.

You are squirming under the mercy of yoYir husband and his tongue. There's a knot tightening in the pit of your stomach and you could do nothing, not even speak out any coherent sentences.

"Cum for me, Y/N.", Mingyu urges you and that's the push you need before pouring out the juices all over his face. You're catching breathes when sensitivity hits you as your husband licks you clean off the juices.

You are biting down on your arm when Mingyu decides to prep you a bit further by scissoring his long fingers in your hole until it's oozing out for the second time.

Mingyu presses a soft kiss on your forehead before scurrying away for a few seconds and coming back holding a bunch of condoms in his hands.

"You had those?", you ask propping yourself on your elbows, genuinely amused.

Mingyu cocks his brow, "Not sure who it was but one of the guys has kept them in the drawer at one of the times they visited."

He climbs on the bed, straddling over you as he tears the wrapper with his teeth and rolls up a couple of condoms up his girth, "I didn't even know until all of them sent the same picture in the group chat."

You nod in silence, looking at his big veiny cock and it's red tip that's leaking precum, wondering if it's gonna even fit inside of you.

Mingyu hovers over you, pressing another soft kiss on your forehead.

"It's gonna hurt a bit at start but it's gonna feel good, okay?"

You nod again letting Mingyu hold your hands over your head, intertwining the fingers. He slowly pushes his length and sensing your ragged breathing he stills for sometime before continuing until he hilts all the way inside.

Tears roll down, as you try to adjust and your husband does nothing but kiss you softly trying to soothe you, divert your mind from the pain.

"Let me know when you want me to move."

He waits patiently and once you ask him to move, he thrusts ever so slowly, his lips never leaving yours.

"Gyu, faster please.", you say breaking the kiss.

And who is your husband to deny your wishes. He picks up his pace steadily thrusting in and out, as both of your moans fill the room.

Mingyu fiddles with your nipples by taking them into his mouth while his fingers rub your clit at a fast pace.

You're too dumbified by the way your body is reacting. Your legs are shaking, your stomach is pitting a knot again, your hands are gripping onto your husband for dear life and you swear you're seeing stars.

"Y/N?", Mingyu calls you out, seeing your dazed vision, "Are you okay?"

Your reply comes as another moan as your nails dig crescent shapes onto his back deeper, running through the back of his neck, grabbing onto the hair on the nape.

"Can you hold on for a bit more?", he coaxes you once he realises your gummy walls are clenching harder around his cock, "Let's cum together, can you do that for me right?"

Mingyu looks at the juncture where the bodies are meeting, where your cunt is swallowing him wholly. He groans at the sight of white foamy ring around his cock and kisses you hard making you squeak into his mouth.

"Let it go, Y/N.", he encourages you, his calloused fingers now rubbing your sides as his thrusts turn sloppy, "Cum for me."

Both of you are catching breathes. You lay eyes closed, not feeling your body at all. Mingyu lies looking at you, admiration laced in his eyes, his heart doing dibs thinking about how you trusted him enough to give your firsts to him. He realises that unlike him, you're not vocal so he has to focus on your body language to understand your needs. He also makes his mind to have a conversation with you like a descent person in the morning but before that--

"You need to pee.", he tells discarding the condom in the bin and while you groan he continues, "And we need to wash up. I'll run the bath, clean us up and change the sheets so please don't fall asleep till then."

You are incapable of registering his words so you just let him do whatever he wants to do with you.

Late in the morning, the conversation gets shelved until evening because Mingyu fucks you again because he is insatiable and so are you. Well, you both end up being each other's breakfast in bed.

It's the day, you dread the most. It was the same day sixteen years ago when you lost your family. It's your birthday.

If only you hadn't thrown a tantrum about not wanting to celebrate the day at home as it had been done for all the years. Birthdays had always been a great deal to you. You wanted the celebration to be a bit grander which led all to unanimously decide to go the soaring picnic spot, inviting all your friends as well. Uncle being your favourite person, the rest of the family drove the to venue as it was an hour drive away a little earlier to set up things while you and your uncle drove in a van along with all your friends.

But instead of the picnic spot, you ended up in the hospital with your uncle identifying the bodies. The collision of two vehicles were severe enough to claim the lives of all present in them.

Though your uncle had never expressed anything as such but you know you are to blame for everything. You wondered if seeing you was even bearable to him. The guilt and regret changed you whole as a person. After the incident you distanced yourself from everything, everyone.

Birthdays mean nothing to you now. Unlike for other workers, no one receives your birthday mail as you have requested to the officials. No one knows, no one asks, no one cares and that's perfect for you.

It's been a long day, with you driving successive review and checkpoint meetings. One of the rare days where you want nothing but to fall to the comfort of your bed.

Just as you enter the house, you see a string a shoes lined one after another. You enter the hallway and come across the faces of your in-laws, your husband, his friends and your uncle.

Gatherings on any other day is always welcomed but not today. You have this look of disapproval on your face and the entire flock of people freeze. Without a word, you disappear into your room and it's about half an hour when you don't come out, Mingyu assures everyone and goes into the room.

"What are they doing here?", you ask as soon as he enters.

"Why? Are they not allowed to visit us?"

You glare at him, "They are. But why today? And you always inform me beforehand if anyone is coming so why's there an exception today?"

Mingyu sighs but walks upto you, "Y/N, they're just here to spend sometime with us. But if you want then I'll tell them to leave and trust me they'll leave instantly."

"Tell them to leave then. I don't want to entertain anyone today.", you say stoicly.

Mingyu nods, "All of them have brought something they've cooked for you. Hansol cooks occasionally and almost burnt his house but he came in so proud, bragging how he was able to cook something for you that's edible. And oh", he raises his finger plastered with a bandaid, "I've got a cut while chopping the vegetables. So are you gonna atleast eat them or should I tell them to take those back as well?"

There's a pang in your heart, it's constricts within your chest. Your eyes glistens with tears, the resolute within you starts to dissolve but you could never afford to do so. You don't deserve to be celebrated.

"It's the death anniversary of the people I love.", you say helplessly, "I don't remember them vividly, each year the memories of them are fading away. I can't bear to look at uncle without feeling guilty. He lost his son, his wife, his brother all because I wanted to celebrate a stupid birthday."

You are sobbing now and Mingyu holds you in his arms, letting his own tears fall. He hates that there's nothing he could provide to soothe you.

"There are so many words on the tip of my tongue but they're all meaningless.", he says and bites on his tongue to stop those tears from spilling, "I'm sorry but I won't let you wallow in sadness, I won't leave you all by yourself."

After staying quiet in his embrace, you tell him, "People are waiting for you, you should go. I'll be fine, I'm used to this."

Mingyu pulls away and holds your face gently, "Do you trust me?"

Your eyes say a lot, even if you hadn't given a nod, your husband would've known the answer.

"Then let's go and spend time with them.", Mingyu coaxes you, "They wouldn't do anything to make you uncomfortable, if they do, I'll send them back."

You ponder over for sometime. Past years have always been the same, you wanting the day to pass by anyhow. You've preferred to be alone but you think you'd make an exception for your husband and all those people who are waiting for you outside knowing they genuinely care for you.

When you both step out of the room, you could see the worried faces and it makes you feel bad.

"We're are really sorry for barging in.", Seokmin breaks the silence as he stands up and following his suite everyone does so well, "We'll get going."

And there's a lot of shuffling. Everyone is off their seats and packing the stuffs when you decide to interrupt.

"I'm hungry", you say everyone halt, "And I'm bored of eating his cooking.", you point at your husband who gasp in offence but smiles nonetheless.

And that's how the dinner table was set with everyone sitting together eating and chatting happily. No one wishes you birthday, none of them have bought you gifts and it does seem like another normal gathering except for the subtle wishes of wellbeing they launch softly at you.

"You are beautiful, Y/N, inside out.", Minhee says as she secures the seat beside you, "I hope to see you healthy and beautiful always."

Sometime later, when the topic of work is brought up, Soonyoung slickly tells, "Y/N is handling such a big project.", and looking at you he speaks with a mouthful, "I know it'll be a huge success. Hope we get to see you achieve many more milestones in your career."

And throughout the dinner you recieve such praises and wishes from every single one of them. You didn't want to send them off but you had to with a heavy heart. First time, in several years you feel like you have a family, you want to hold onto people, want to expect certain things and be a part of them.

First time in several years, your birthday didn't haunt you rather it gave you a reason to smile.

Lying the bed, tired after a long day when you feel an arm drape around your waist, you turn to face your husband, snuggling closer in the comfort of his embrace when he opens his arms for you.

His eyes droop in sleepiness but he strokes your hair saying, "I wish you to be happy.", smiling sheepishly he adds, "Thanks for trusting me."

And when you watch your husband drift off to sleep, stroking his hair with a hesitant hand, you whisper, "Thanks for tolerating me."

Your relationship with Mingyu progresses steady but it's beautiful in it's own way. To you, Mingyu hasn't only been a good husband, he has been a great companion. He takes care of you, knows your limits and shortcomings, never makes you feel weirded out and makes sure to sort things out to be on the same page.

Your calendar previously which had only meeting dates marked on them are now filled with many more events such as your anniversary, Mingyu's birthday, Minhee's birthday, your uncle's birthday, your in-laws' anniversary etc etc. A smile appears on your face when you reminisce how late you were to your second anniversary party and how pissed Mingyu was at you, avoiding you the whole night until after the party was over and you had stripped yourself naked in front of him which worked to dissolve his anger as you let him fuck you dumb till the dawn.

You have a best friend now and her name is Minhee. You've always liked her and over the years you two have grown closer. Mingyu's friends, well more of yours, are not scared of you anymore, they've dropped all the formalities to pit long ago.

Junhui shares every funny thing he sees on the internet, on appointment days he rants to you about patients and work. Soonyoung now shares table with you during lunch and eat your ears off. Seokmin calls you randomly during work and if you don't pick up, he just sends you a candid picture of your husband with a caption 'thought you'd be missing him, so here's your husband. Don't thank me, just name one of your gaming character after me.'

Hansol is the most random of all, he just pings you any fact he learned out of the blue without any context. Sometimes when on asking when you confirm that you're free he sends you a bunch of pics telling you to choose the best among the lot. Jeonghan is the quietest among all, he'd only talk to you during the gatherings.

You have started calling Mingyu's parents as what Mingyu calls them because you are comfortable to call them so. They've blended into your life making you feel as their own. These changes in your life have helped you bond better with your uncle as well.

It's been over two years and you think you're happy. You think your married life is perfect and you're in love with certain things.

You love the back hugs, love those forehead kisses, love the smell of coffee that hits the house in the morning, love the way his mouth opens and closes in sleep, love when the fangs graze his lips as he smiles wide, love when his hand sneaks to wrap around yours on a busy road.

You're in love.

In love with your husband because how could you not, he's so easy to love. Though you feel there's still a lot you both need to discover about each other, you hope he'd also love you one day. He's your first love after all.

You are in the middle of a meeting when your phone keeps vibrating continuously. Trying to ignore it, your brows knit in agitation but that soon turns into worry when you check the caller ID. It's Minhee. Excusing yourself, you call her back.

And now after a drive of an hour you find yourself in front of the park, near her apartment.

"It's okay, I'm here now.", you say patting on Minhee's back, "Once you feel better, tell me everything."

And after some moments Minhee does relay everything. There's a thug-like guy who has started visiting the café she regulars at because somehow Minhee has piqued his interest. Even though she didn't notice at first, it started to strike her that she has been seeing a face almost everywhere she visits.

He has been following her to and back from the school she teaches in. He's been bold enough to get in the way and ask her to sleep with him for a night, if she wants to stop getting bothered by him.

Minhee has had enough to slap him straight across his face, even threatening to report him to the police. And that seemed to work because he didn't appear before her for a whole week until today.

As she describes it terrified, he had an ominous gaze, when he had given her an ultimatum to be compliant or be ready for the worse.

"I was so shocked and scared. I could only think about calling you. If Gyu knows about this he'd kill that guy even before police knows about him and would never let me work here. I don't want that.", Minhee says, "I am planning to go to the police today."

"You're so brave", you tell her as your gaze sweeps across the surrounding, "Let's deal with that guy now. Is it that guy standing over there?"

And Minhee now ponders over if it would have been safer to call her brother because the stalker guy, all bruised from the beating he got from you is kneeling in front of you both with hands up in air.

You've called the police and as soon as they arrive, that guy is mumbling confessions of all the harassment he did and tried to perform on Minhee.

"Did I tell you, I'm trained in taekwondo?", you ask her frowning, "Uncle also made me take specialization classes on self defence.", you suddenly hiss because of the bruises inflicted on you during the hassle and look at her.

Minhee engulfs you in a hug, "Thank you so much. You're a lifesaver."

Your lips curl up and you say pulling away, "Let's go to the station and complete the formalities and then we'll have to inform Mingyu and mom & dad as well."

Minhee hesitates but she knows she'll eventually have to so.

"Let's do that.", she agrees, "I have something else to tell you."

Your brows quirk up questioning as you both head towards your car.

"I have developed a liking towards Soonyoung.", she smiles looking at your flabbergasted demeanor, "No ones knows except you and him."

You swear, your head spins at this.

And as if she could read your mind, she adds, "I don't know how he feels but he said he'd never date me because I'm his friend's sister and that's against bro code."

You scoff, how typical of Soonyoung.

When Mingyu stumbles upon his sister's apartment that night, he finds her sleeping peacefully in her room. And when he goes searching for you, he finds you in the bathroom clutching the slab. Your eyes are red, forehead glistening with sweat.

"Oh god, Y/N...", Mingyu rushes inside as the door was open and holds you up on your feet, "what happened?"

"Stop shouting, you'll wake her up.", you say groaning, "and why do you care anyways?"

Right, you both rarely fought but when you did it would go on for days, like now. It started with a simple matter but escalated real quick causing Mingyu to lash out on you and give you a silent treatment. You tried to talk to him twice, which was more than you think you have done but were met with radio silence. He went as far as being petty enough to not even wait for you at dinner table or sleep facing you. And that's how you decided to shut him out as well. It's been a week since you both talked.

As Mingyu holds your waist to support you, you cry out in pain. You tried to resist but when he glares at you, you give up. He unbottons your top and his eyes almost gauze out on seeing the cut on your waist.

"How did it happen?", he sits you on the counter and pulls out the first aid box.

You stay quiet.

"Y/N, I'm asking something.", he uses an authoritative tone, looking at you.

"I thought we are not talking.", you snark at him but gasp when he dabs the cotton with antiseptic gel on the cut. He does several other sorts of things which makes you think he's a trained nurse before pasting the adhesive.

"Y/N, please.", he gets up and holds your face, "I know I have been an asshole and I'll keep apologizing to you until you forgive me. But please tell me are you hurt anywhere else? Did that bastard do this to you?"

You sigh and peel his hands off your face, "Yes, he was swinging his knife at me so while tackling him, I got that wound. And I got some bruises but Minhee treated those, didn't want to worry her so hid this one. You should be worried about Minhee. I'm fine."

Mingyu looks at you with so much admiration. His heart swells within his chest when he thinks about how you saved his sister and handled the situation well while he was being a jerk to you.

"The first thing Minhee asked on calling me was how did I manage to marry someone as amazing as you. That I should have seen you, you were looking like a superhero fighting off the evil.", he smiles pinching the bridge of your nose.

You bite your lower lip, your brows crease and Mingyu instantly deflates noticing the obvious signs.

"Are you on your periods?", he asks concerned.

"The cramps are killing me."

"You should have told me sooner.", he immediately lifts you up and takes you to the guestroom and lays you on the bed, "I think I know what all things Minhee uses for her cramps and where they are kept. I'll be back."

"I was supposed to sleep with Minhee tonight.", you say frowning.

"No, you're sleeping with me", he smiles, crouching to peck your forehead, "Minhee rotates around the bed all night in sleep. Doesn't matter though, I won't be letting you out of my sight."

And while he spends the whole night making sure you get a good sleep, in the morning he makes you apply for sick leave. He scolds Minhee for not calling him sooner as it could have been dangerous for you both but in turn gets scolded by you.

He doesn't take his car, rather drives your car back home because you were scheming on sending him away first, not wanting to go with him. He sulks throughout the way back because when he leans in to you, in the guise of helping you putting on the seatbelt just to give a kiss, you slap a hand over his mouth. But that doesn't stop him from not letting you go to your office room the whole day and spend the time in taking rest.

It's an important day for you. It's a success party of the new game launch and playing the key role in leading back to back projects you're going to get felicitated at the party by the director herself.

You have informed Mingyu beforehand and he has promised to reach the venue before time, also squealing for days on about how he'd capture everything and show others, that how proud he is of his wife.

Your eyes boringly scan through the crowd, waiting for your husband.

"How am I looking?", Soonyoung's voice startles you.

As he takes a seat beside you, you tell him, "As usual. Are you supposed to not look like a human but something else?"

He scowls, "Wow, you're really doing this to me."

He brings over a glass of wine from the waiter who was passing and says, "I heard there have been some changes in the management and they'll be announcing it today."

You take a candy from the bowl kept on the table, "I'll be reporting to someone who has joined the company recently. My previous boss is gonna take over the strategy planning unit."

Soonyoung laughs, "There are rumours about him being eccentric."

"Let him be anything, I don't care as long as it doesn't hinder my work.", you tell him, eating the candy and checking your phone, "They're gonna start soon. Any idea when your dear friend is gonna arrive?"

"He was supposed to leave from work early", he tells you, "Don't worry he's punctual."

Mingyu curses when he checks the time. He's late.

"Min, I think you should leave as soon as possible.", Seokmin says as he helps him pack his bag, "You'll go home, get changed and then leave for the venue, right? You're running late by almost an hour already."

Mingyu is hot on his heels as he hurriedly takes his bag and rushes out of his cabin.

"Be careful!", Seokmin yells seeing Mingyu's fleeting demeanor, knowing how clumsy he can be and as he takes the keys to lock the cabin as requested by his friend his gaze falls on the USB drive which he knows Mingyu would need to work on some presentation.

Seokmin rushes to catch him so that he can give him the USB just in time. As he punches out his employee card, he sighs in relief as he recognises Mingyu standing still just outside the main door.

He pushes through the door and is just about to call him, something catches his eyes from the periphery of vision.

Just like Mingyu, Seokmin freezes on spot.

Because it is Sora who's standing in front of them.

Seokmin doesn't know what or if they had any conversation prior to his arrival but he grabs Mingyu's arm when he sees Sora open her car door and his friend heading in the se direction.

"Min, don't go.", he speaks the next part in louder tone, "your wife is waiting for you."

"I know what I'm doing, Min.", Mingyu frees his arm, "Trust me on this."

Seokmin watches helplessly as the car drives off to who knows where.

You are dejected. Even when recieving the award your eyes kept scanning the crowd just in hopes of seeing your husband's face. And still now doing so you keep on checking your phone, too upset to call or text him.

"I'll call him after they make the announcement.", Soonyoung says equally upset, "I'm sure something really urgent came up otherwise he'd have not missed it."

Everyone is asked to stand near the stage where they announce the key changes in management.

You are shocked when you hear a certain name being announced, see a certain figure taking the centre of the stage.

Xu Minghao is going to be your boss tomorrow onwards.

Minghao seems to have taken notice of you as his smile widens, his gaze locking on you.

Soonyoung has noticed the change in your demeanor, has followed the gaze of Minghao. He observes quietly before motioning you to come with him to a quieter place.

He then calls Mingyu putting his phone on speaker who doesn't pick up. There's an uneasy feeling settling at your chest and hope that your husband is fine wherever he is.

Soonyoung then calls Seokmin and regrets putting the phone on speaker because you hear what he says.

"Mingyu left with Sora and I can't reach him."

Your heart sinks because even though no one has ever talked to you about her, you know that name very well. Your husband's ex girlfriend whom he to marry.

"Trouble in paradise?"

Both you and Soonyoong turn to see Minghao standing, his gentle gaze bestowing upon you.

You decide to forget any other thoughts and wear a tight lipped smile, "Been a long time, Hao."

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on his back

➳ kim mingyu x f!reader

➳ summary: when you send a picture of you struggling from the lack of ac in your office and scold mingyu for sticking his hand down his pants, he can't help but get on his back and spread his legs for you.

➳ word count is approx 3k

➳ tags/warnings (PLEASE READ): sub!gyu, bottom!gyu,. dom!reader, top!reader. reader has female anatomy, refers to breasts and bras. anal penetration (male receiving), anal sex and fingering. prostate massage/milking. degradation and praise, nicknames (slut, whore, bitch; babyboy, sweetheart)(male receiving); use of the word "pervert". over stimulation, multiple orgasms, crying during sex. big dick!gyu, size kink but you've got smaller hands than him and he's obsessed. he's a bit of a perv at the beginning. use of dildos, mating press (male receiving). switches between gyu and reader's pov, reader does not orgasm. the dildo is sometimes referred to as the reader's "dick"

➳ please. if you do not like this sort of thing, do not read. mdni.

Mingyu was going to revoke your picture-taking privileges. 

The conversation was innocent, of course. You were complaining about the temperature of the office, the air conditioning having decided to quit on one of the hottest days so far. 

my baby 💍✨🙈💛: 

the ac is broke and i am suffering so. much. 

gyu my shirt is literally stuck to my skin.

i look like i’ve been walking thru a swamp

look

The picture you sent, although you had innocent intentions, did not-so-innocent things to Mingyu. 

Your shirt was sticking to your torso, the fabric doing nothing against the heat. He could seat the outline of your bra against it, could see how it clung to your breasts. Your hair was stuck to your face in several places, forehead shining from the thin layer of sweat that had accumulated during your time in the sweltering office. 

You really did look like you've been walking through a swamp, or even just have been walking outside during the height of summer, when the sun was relentless and city pavement did nothing to alleviate the heat and instead trapped it. Like you spent the hour running on a treadmill, like you've spent the past hour leaning over Mingyu, hands deep in his ass.

Mingyu couldn’t help but stare at the picture for several minutes. He was very aware of his dick swelling in his pants, of it angrily throbbing for attention, but he ignored it in favor of running his eyes over your face and torso over and over. 

Then you sent another message.

my baby 💍✨🙈💛: 

ugh i just went to the bathroom too. fucking underwear is soaked

If Mingyu had a list of phrases that could immediately get him to full hardness, that would be towards the top for sure. 

He knew, logically, this was all about your suffering through the heat. That your underwear was damp from sweat, not from your arousal. You were sweaty from the heat, not from sex. Sweaty from being trapped in your office, not trapped between his thighs.

But fuck, if there was one thing about Mingyu, it was that he had an imagination. 

So he leaned against the kitchen counter, abandoning the dishes. He stuck his hand down his pants, eyes still hooked on your picture and texts. His dick was a heavy, comforting weight in his hand, long and thick.

Mingyu hissed between his teeth, smoothing his hand down his cock. He rubbed his thumb against the tip, forcing precum from it. 

“My underwear is so wet,” he could practically hear you saying, could hear the taunting tone of your voice. Mingyu wondered if he’d be able to smell it, smell your cunt as you bullied him.

my baby 💍✨🙈💛: 

gyu? what are you doing? i can see you reading my messages

His hand tightened on his dick, heart racing in his chest. 

my baby 💍✨🙈💛: 

oh my god

are you? masturbating? to my sweaty fucking selfie?

Mingyu sucked in a shallow breath, hand squeezing his cock. Then he gathered the precum that had gathered at the tip. He began to spread it along the length of his dick, the fluid not enough to ease the friction of skin against skin, his palm against his cock, but Mingyu moaned into the feel of it, groaning at the drag of his calluses against his sensitive cock. He couldn't help but buck his hips up into his hand, to continue to seek out the feeling.

my baby 💍✨🙈💛: 

kim mingyu. 

what a fucking pervert. i can’t believe you’re fucking your dick bc of a single selfie of me sweating.

is that it? are you a dirty pervert, kim mingyu?

Whining at the back of his throat, Mingyu squeezed his eyes shut momentarily. His hand picked up speed against his cock, thumb working at the veins and tip. The drag of his hand against his cock, the feel of his hand working his dick felt so good, but Mingyu still couldn’t help but feel like he was missing something. 

Mingyu brought his hand from his pants. He wiped it off on his sweats before typing, thumbs flying over the keyboard in his rush, not even comprehending what he was saying. 

me:

Please

my baby 💍✨🙈💛: 

get yourself ready. i’ll take a half day bc of the heat. 

can't believe my boyfriend's so fucking needy he'll jack off to a sweaty selfie of me.

if you’ve cum before i get home, you’re not cumming in me for a week. understand, babyboy?

answer me, mingyu.

me: 

Yes

Wont

Mingyu practically ran for the bedroom, shoving his sweats down his long legs and leaving them in the hall. He automatically went for the bedside table, taking out the large bottle of lube. Excitement, desperation, and lust coursed through his veins, not even bothering to take off his shirt as he climbed onto the bed.

Mingyu gathered the pillows towards him, stuffing them beneath his hips, raising them slightly to help with the angle. His hands practically shook as he snapped open the bottle, as he squeezed harshly to force lube out and onto his hand. 

He ignored his large, aching, dick, how Mingyu's thighs shook, clenching, desperate for attention. Instead he focused on his asshole, pressing one single finger against his rim.

He wished it was your finger pressing against his hole, wished it was you kneeling between his knees, your fingers, smaller than his, working his ass. Wished you were leaning over him, cooing at him, bullying him, the tips of your fingers massaging against his prostate, bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. 

You’d laugh at him. He could practically hear it. You’d laugh at him, berate him, tell him off for being too loud. Call him a desperate little slut, your desperate little slut. You’d say how pretty he looks on his back for you, how pretty his little hole is. 

Mingyu bit down on his lip sharply, canines tugging. He dug his heels into the bed, willing himself to slow down. He had worked two of his fingers in, deliberately missing his prostate in hopes of staving off an orgasm in attempt to obey you.

He could come like this, he thought. Fingers in his ass, mind filled with thoughts of you. 

And then you were there at the doorway to your shared bedroom. Just like in the picture, you were sweaty. Your hair stuck to your neck, face shining with sweat. You raised your eyebrows at him as you crossed into the bedroom, and he watched, desperate and wanton, as you pulled off your work shirt and tossed it to the ground. 

Mingyu watched as you went to the closet, hoping fervently you were doing what he thought you were. You hadn’t said anything to him yet, the room quiet other than the sound of his fingers, slick, working at his ass, and his heavy pants. Suspense seemed to build between the two of you, Mingyu so desperately wanting some sort of acknowledgment.

Finally you climbed onto the bed, Mingyu’s dildo in hand. It was his favorite. It was as large as he was, colored a soft pink that reminded him of flowers. He couldn't help but squeeze his eyes shut at the sight of it, hole clenching against his fingers. 

“You didn’t cum, did you?”

Your voice had his hole tightening involuntarily, his body already reacting to you.

“No,” he whined, voice pitchy. Mingyu bit down on his lip, arching his back a little. He wanted to look pretty for you, and he knew he did. He knew what he looked like, long figure splayed on the bed. His thick thighs spread wide, hips tilted up to make the reach to his hole easier. Sun-kissed legs, long and thick and muscled, opening and making room for your body to wedge between them. 

“What a good boy you are,” you praised. Mingyu grinned in satisfaction, feeling your praise settle deep within him, his stomach twisting pleasantly and sending more heat to his dick. 

But then you’re pulling his hand from his ass, his hole frantically clenching around his fingers in an attempt to keep them in. Sighing, you frowned at him in disapproval. "Gyu. If you want me to fuck you then you have to get your hand out of your ass."

Mingyu pouted, but he did as you said.

You grab the lube bottle from where it had been abandoned beside him, squeezing out a generous amount. Two of your fingers then pressed against his ass, and then he’s immediately pushing his hips down onto you, desperate to get your fingers inside. 

You laughed, your other hand bracing on his knee. You pushed his leg back, baring more of his ass. “God, Mingyu. Look at you. So fucking desperate for me to fuck your ass, are you?”

“Yes,” he sighed. “Want you to fuck me, baby.”

Giggling, you lean down and press a kiss to his knee, his heart fluttering and the skin you kissed tingling. Your fingers pressed into his hole, but when he tried to grind down on them you pull back. “Mingyu. You gotta be patient for me. If we go too fast you’ll hurt.”

Mingyu whined, pouting. He wanted you to fuck him already, wanted to feel your dick stretching him out regardless of the pain. But he knew, logically, it was for the best, and if it were the other way around he'd take great care not to hurt you. 

“I can always get the smaller dick,” you say tauntingly, knowing for a fact Mingyu would rather be prepped for an hour straight, bullied to the point of weeping, than to give up the large dick resting beside you. 

“No,” he tossed his head back against the bed, toes curling. “No. I’ll be good; be patient.”

You cooed at him, and then your fingers were reentering his hole. Your two fingers were smaller than his, had less girth and length. But you pressed them inside, a loud moan escaping Mingyu’s lips at the intrusion nonetheless,. You laughed at him meanly, fingers rubbing against his walls. 

“What a fucking slut,” you taunt him. You begin to work your fingers inside of him, scissoring them, spreading out his walls and deliberately ignoring his prostate. “Look at how fucking desperate you are for me, Kim Mingyu. Fucking slut.”

“Yours,” he choked out, voice tight. Your fingers were smaller than his, yes, but fuck if they didn’t feel wonderful inside of him. His fingers were longer, yes, but yours seemed to contain heaven. The way you worked your fingers inside of his ass, the way you maneuvered them, tauntingly, teasingly, bullying him. It was like you knew his body, his mind, better than he did. Your hands were smaller than his, but fuck if he didn’t love, adore, how they made him feel. 

You laughed again, twisting your fingers in his ass. “Yes, Mingyu. You’re my slut. My desperate slut of a boyfriend, my whore that can’t even keep his head out of the fucking gutter long enough for me to complete a workday.”

You withdrew your hands. He immediately whined in protest, brow furrowing. You threw him a look, reaching out and slapping his thick thigh sharply. “Mingyu. I said you have to be patient.”

“‘m sorry,” he murmured. He wasn’t, of course. 

And you knew that. You ignored it however, focusing on Mingyu’s ass. You readjusted your hand, searching --

When your fingers brushed against Mingyu’s prostate he couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, back arching, toes curling. Your fingers pulled back, away from his prostate, only for you to press them back forcefully. Then, as if you were working at your clit, you began massaging your fingers against his prostate. 

Mingyu’s mouth dropped open, a soundless moan escaping him. You pressed down on his hip to keep him down, your fingers gently rubbing his prostate all the while, eyes dark and watching his every twitch, every brush of his eyelashes against his cheek as he fought to keep his eyes open. 

“So fucking beautiful like this, babyboy,” you murmured. And he was beautiful. His golden skin, long, muscled limbs. His large body shivering, hips canting down onto your fingers, this Adonis of a man so weak for your touch. “God, Gyu. You’re so gorgeous, so fucking -- a whore for my fingers, fucking yourself on them like a bitch.”

Then your hand was wrapping around Mingyu’s cock. You jerked him only twice before Mingyu was cumming on your hand, asshole so tight around your fingers that you couldn’t help but keep your fingers in. 

“Good boy,” you praised him, your hand steadily pulling at his dick as he came, milking his cock. He could barely hear you over his moans, but still your words of praise seemed to stimulate his orgasm even more, cum thick and covering your hand and his stomach. 

Once his body relaxed, his chest heaving, you removed your hand from his ass. He whined, high and sensitive, at the movement. But he knew what was coming next. 

The head of your dick pressed against his ass, your other hand bracing against his knee once again. You waited until Mingyu was opening his eyes, waiting for him to make eye contact. “You good, Gyu? You okay?”

His nod had you slowly, gently, pressing the tip of your dick into his hole. His body clenched down on the dick, betraying him, halting the movement. 

You cooed, free hand traveling. You smoothed it over his skin, your touch drawing goosebumps, massaging. “Gotta relax, Gyu. Relax for me, baby. Gotta relax so I can fuck you.”

Mingyu willed his body to relax, to melt into the bed. He wanted you to fuck him so badly, wanted your dick to bruise his prostate, wanted your hands to leave bruises on his body. He refused to let his body ruin this for him. 

Once his body relaxed, and despite Mingyu’s whines for you to hurry, you guided the dick slowly inside of him. His ass clenched around it, tightening around your dick and the intrusion. 

“Be a good boy,” you reminded him. You continued to work your dick inside of him until the balls were snugly against his ass, the long length completely buried. “How are you feeling, sweetheart? Doing okay?”

Mingyu groaned, lashes fluttering as he tried to remember how to speak. The dick was huge, filling his hole and the head pressing against his prostate. He felt so full and complete with your dick inside of him. 

He fucking loved it. 

“Good,” he mumbled, pressing his head back into the pillows, baring his thick throat, the veins of it prominent. “Feels good. Fucking -- feels good.”

You giggled, swooping down to press another kiss to his knee. Then you were moving against him, hand pressing his knee to his chest once more, the movement shifting your cock inside of him. 

You fucked into him swiftly, setting a harsh, brutal pace remnant of how Mingyu would fuck you. You knew, after hundreds of times fucking Mingyu, how to fuck him. How to angle the dick in his ass to ensure it brushed against his prostate, how to slide it slowly out of his body, letting his walls drag against it, how to thrust it sharply back in. 

Mingyu’s moans were loud and lewd, the noises like music. You fucked him until his cock was rising once again, and you continued to fuck him even as another orgasm exploded from his body. 

“So beautiful,” you repeated, eyes stuck on his body, on the piece of heaven panting and whining, his hands twisting against your sheets. “Absolutely beautiful, Gyu. You okay to keep on going?”

At his nod you pulled back, withdrawing your dick from his ass. Mingyu gasped, eyes flying open, wide and betrayed. 

“Don’t worry, you little slut,” you laughed, fond. You rose to your knees, leaving the dick to the side of his body. With both hands free you pushed back on both of his knees, which had naturally relaxed during his orgasm, pressing until both of his knees were to his chest, legs knocking against your shoulders. 

You kept one hand on his shoulders, keeping his torso in place. Your other hand returned to the dick, and you pulled back from his body just enough to press the tip back against his hole. It was a bit awkward, but when his lashes began to flutter from your dick reentering, lips parting, you forgot about the awkwardness. 

His long body, even as his back, seemed to engulf you. Mingyu’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, grabbing and pulling at you; his legs crossed at the ankles, feet knocking against your back. He was so big, the fucking picture of traditional masculinity. 

And here he was: on his back, your dick in his ass. 

Your pace was cruel this time, unforgiving. The slap of your balls against his ass filled the room, joined with his whines. You fucked into him, eyes trained on his face, drinking in every single movement. 

“Taking it like a good little slut,” you praised him, “taking it like a good bitch, yeah? Is that what you want, baby? Want me to fuck you like a slut, like a whore?”

You were relentless in fucking him, refusing to let up. When tears appeared at the corner of his eyes you couldn’t help the thrill that shot through you, the satisfaction at seeing your boyfriend cry so prettily from your dick. 

When he came for the third time, you held the dick in his ass despite how his hole clenched around it, trying to push the obtrusion back out. After what seemed like forever you were pressing your mouth to his, your hand tangling in his hair, tongue forcing its way into his mouth. 

He was a wreck. His mouth could barely keep up with yours, cheeks glistening with his tears. His bangs stuck to his forehead, sweat clinging to his skin. 

Mingyu grinned cutely, his hands settling on your shoulders. His thumbs dug into your skin, nails scratching lightly. 

“How cute,” you cooed, cupping his cheek with one hand. You brushed his bangs back, traced the shell of his ear. “You look so cute ‘n happy, Gyu.”

“I am happy,” he agreed, smile never wavering. “Thank you, baby.”

You hummed, leaning down to press another kiss to his mouth. Then, with your lips still pressed against his, you couldn’t help but murmur. “Guess we aren’t finished, then.”

His eyes were wide when you pulled back, hands tight against your arms. “Wait -- what do you mean?”

The hand on your cock tightened, and slowly you grinded it in, focusing on his prostate. Mingyu’s body did a full shiver, eyes rolling to the back of his head, nails digging into your skin. 

“If you’re able to still feel anything after I fuck you,” you explained, watching as his abdomen tightened in protest of the overstimulation, “then clearly I’m not fucking you well enough.”

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED SEVENTEEN FICS OF OCTOBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for seventeen for october! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Ah! Love || @thepixelelf💕✅

↳ Seungcheol conducts a very serious interrogation.

Glacial Pace || @wonusite🔞💕✅

↳ You’ve been in love with Xu Minghao from the moment he put a bandage on your cut at the age of six. When he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get his prying family off his back, you quickly realize that keeping your feelings hidden from him will be next to impossible. Especially since your meddling friends are determined to have you admit your feelings before the holiday season is over. 

Please Don't Make Me Jealous || @jinkoh💕✅

↳ your friend's friend seems to be very keen on spending time with you

Retrouvaille || @ressonancee💕💔✅

↳ You and Minghao have always been friends and remained friends despite of different countries, different time zones, and lives, but now, you and him are back in the same city.

Slowly; All At Once || @gyuwoncheol💕💔✅

↳ Kim Mingyu fell in love with you slowly, but you fell in love with him all at once.

(Un)Lucky Charm || @wonijinjin💕💔✅💯💯

↳ choi seungcheol was your sworn enemy in life, until he was not.

2:14AM || @gyucheolslut🔞✅💯

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

Caresses From My Camera Roll || @mickeyboos🔞✅

↳ seungcheol is the sweetest boyfriend you could have asked for. he brings you plates of carefully cut up fruit while you work, leaves a light kiss on your cheek or a pat on your head whenever he walks by, and makes the best breakfast in bed.

My Little Gamer || @babyleostuff💕✅

↳ (wonwoos lil gamer partner, shts cute)

No Title || @wonwoonlight💔✅

↳ when you're fighting and jeonghan takes things a little too far.

Stain On The Sink || @p0ckykiss💕✅

↳ mingyu is sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at his phone. for some reason, he had thought that you, who has never even dyed your own hair, let alone someone else’s, would be the perfect person to bleach his whole head. you agreed after mingyu said he’d buy you dinner if you did it.

The Art Of Pie-Making || @lovequartz💕✅

↳ (soft jihoon is a god istfg)

Dream Ride || @bambikisss🔞💕✅💯

↳ You haven't been able to sleep much lately, so you've been driving around at night to help ease your mind. However, you keep passing by the same jet black colored motorcycle every night, which then keeps showing up in your dreams. So when you stop one night to get gas and see the same motorcycle stopped nearby, you decide to meet the man under the helmet.

In Soft Hands || @beahae🔞💕💔✅

↳ You've sworn off dating. But your favourite kid at your work has the hottest dad in the entire world. A bit of harmless flirting never hurt anyone, right?

Morning Sunlight || @chwecandi🔞✅

↳ jeonghan wasn't used to this kind of stuff; waking up his girlfriend with head. but since you had brought the idea up to him the week prior and consented to it, he decided to try it out.

My Heat is Beating For Two || @seuonji💕✅

↳ you’re a worker at the daycare and of course, your main priority is the safety of the kids. how’d you deal with an unfamiliar face trying to pick up one of the kids one day?

Only For You || @phenomenalgirl9💕✅

↳ Just another office romance, where you think Seungcheol is just too caring, yes that's the reason why he's so sweet to you. (Seungkwan is dumb to think he likes you or something)

The Aftermath Of Trick-Or-Treating || @wooahaes💕✅

↳ (single dad jeonghan with a bbygirl)

The Road That Leads To You || @wongyuuu💕✅

↳ double dates are bound to go wrong

Twisted Fate || @smileysuh🔞💕💔✅

↳ “He deserved it,” Wonwoo assures you, reaching out to grab you by the back of the neck, pulling you closer. He’s covered in blood, and he looks like a sexy, wild monster. But he’s your monster, and you can’t help but react, leaning in- “Jesus Christ,” you hear Jeonghan breathe, turning to give you and Wonwoo privacy while he presses his lips against yours hungrily. At first, you can try to ignore the wet liquid on your fingertips as you grab at his strong shoulders, but you can’t ignore the taste on his tongue. Your body goes rigid and Wonwoo pulls back with a sigh, resting his forehead against yours. It’s an oddly peaceful moment amongst the chaos.

Vodka Slime || @multi-kpop-fanfics🔞💕✅💯💯💯💯

↳ picking up a hot guy from a bar to spend the night with was in your bucket list. him being an alien wasn't. not that you really complain.

A Poem A Day || @wooahaeproductions💕💔✅

↳ When Mingyu literally falls head over heels for someone, he has no idea what to do. What happens when he gets help (and a little meddling) from his friends? it definitely won’t be boring, that’s for sure.

Sunshine and Sunflowers || @shuastruck💕✅

↳ if you were a sunflower then seokmin was your sunshine.

Do check out all of the other seventeen fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[gyuzoh]

“풀어 POUR UP” KIM MINGYU—°

summary: bartender kim mingyu, who you have the undeniable hots for— denies your advances due to your promiscuous reputation as seoul’s newest and upcoming hottest female dj.

therefore you make it a mission to prove your god-sculpted eye candy, wrong.

playlist: pour up (dean), you know (jay park, okasian), 2nd thots (jay park), freak like me (camo), btbt (b.i)

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smoking/vaping, drugs and sex.

next

prologue.

there you stand, the headphones wrapped around your neck were connected to the dj deck as you play one top track after another through the speakers of the nightclub. the flashing of lights making the crowd look like a velocity edit from tiktok as they sway their hips side to side, drunk off the liquor they paid way too much for.

men were by your side, sticking to you like super glue while you played, trying to catch your attention. that only made your ego grow a bit more. you’re not one to lie. you knew you were good looking, and you loved to flaunt it.

however, these men were not your type. they smelled of body odour and their breaths tainted with the stench of alcohol made you hurl inwardly.

you had about 10 minutes left of your set, and by god you wished it would go by quicker. the hot bartender you set your eyes on an hour and a half earlier in the night had caught your attention. the dark brown hair and his high nose bridge that had a beauty spot adorning the tip of it, that man was sculpted by god himself and you wanted a taste of him, so damn bad.

jungkook, a fellow dj and a close friend of yours stands beside you as he pulls out his own usb full of his own playlists. he starts mixing in his own tracks to start his own set as you finish yours, and you pack up your equipment all the while ignoring the ugly men trying to hand you shots of vodka or tequila.

making a bee line to the bar, you whip the long strands of your dark brown hair over your shoulder and fix up your mini dress, making sure to flaunt the beauty spot that adorned the area just below your left clavicle.

as you stand at the bar, you radar the bar for the tall man you were aching for, seeing him finish up with serving the drunken girls swooning over him—too. he walks towards you and asks what you wanted to drink. alize lemonade, you respond and he nods in acknowledgement, picking up the glass bottle of the blue liquor and pouring it oh so sexily into the glass.

there was no way in hell you thought you’d find the action of pouring attractive, yet here you were like a kpop fanatic gawking over his muscles as he made you a drink.

“ten dollars,” he says passing you the drink. you pull out the free drink card you had been gifted by the night clubs manager and held it out for the godly man to retrieve. he reaches his hand out to grab the card, and you place it in his, letting your fingers graze his for a second longer than needed to.

as you do that, you take a look at his name tag that sat on his chest. mingyu.

“hey mingyu,” you say loud enough for him to hear you over the music. he looks up from your touching hands and tilts his head in question to you calling out his name. “can i get your instagram if i tip you?”

it was a bold move, and by god you were begging to just hide in a hole in fear of rejection, though you were never once rejected.

mingyu eyed you up and down, his eyes gazing a second longer on your beauty spot. with a smirk on his face, he revealed the canines he had, his tan skin was glowing in the dimly lit room. he opens his mouth to respond to your question with his own, but before he could even mutter a ‘why should i?’, his blonde co worker calls him over and cuts him off.

inwardly rolling your eyes, you glance towards the high pitched voice of your cockblocker. somi, is what her name tag read.

it’s okay, you still have a few hours before the club closed, and you weren’t in any rush to go home. sharing a glare towards the blonde girls way, you grab your drink and down it, roughly slamming down the glass on the bar before turning and making your way back to the dj booth, ready to initiate plan b.

wait out the next three hours of the night.

mingyu turns towards somi, raising an eyebrow at the sudden call of his name. the blonde girl smiles sweetly at the six foot something boy, showing off her perfect pearly whites.

“nothin’, just thought i’d save you from the hassle of rejecting her,” she says. mingyu raises his brow.

“why would i reject her?” he asks, curiousity evident in his deep voice.

somi shrugs, wiping her hands down on the rag that hung below the house liquor. “she’s pretty well known for toying with a lot of boys, especially those younger than her.”

the blonde girl leans forward to collect the glass you had slammed before strutting away, and placed it in the sink gently. “i’m quite surprised she’s decided to go for an older guy like you.”

“why surprised, have you seen me?” mingyu responds with a smirk on his face. he knew he was hot, he’s reminded every few minutes by the desperate girls who frequent the bar just to throw seductive looks his way in prayers for just one chance. you being one of them.

“i’ve seen all of you, gyu” she answers, a smirk on her face, replicating his own.

you stand outside in the cool breeze, your face flushed from the liquor you had downed. the cigarette in your fingers being thrown to the floor as you step on it. the air was cool but not cold to the point you had to wear three jackets to avoid hypothermia.

you’d decided to wait out the last three hours of the night in hopes you catch mingyu on the way out without being cockblocked.

the club has closed and you stay outside as the crowd dissipates and everyone takes their ubers to their designated homes and hotels.

you hear somi laughing as she exits the club with another man, waving him goodbye. she stands besides you and gives you a small smile which you find incredibly irritating, not a symptom from the alcohol.

you were planning to just ignore her, but she sparks up a conversation with you. “you know, you shouldn’t bother with mingyu.”

you look up from your phone in your hand, blowing out the last of the smoke you had hiding in your mouth. cocking your head to the side, you reply.

“and why shouldn’t i?” you were becoming warm, unsure if it was the alcohol or the anger from this girl telling you what you should or shouldn’t do.

“well for one, he’s not into-“ somi gives you a look up and down, disgust evident on her face, “-whores.”

you gasp, how dare she.

“and two, he’s with me.” you roll your eyes, the liquor you had drank was making it easier for the taller female to rile you up.

you take a step closer towards her, lifting your arm ready to make contact with her cheek, but a larger hand stops yours and pulls you back.

your back is leaned up against a broad chest, and you look up to see who it is.

barely anyone knew you had a brother other than a few close friends. lee heeseung. not only that, but he was incredibly clingy and overprotective of his only older sister.

“who are you to talk to her like that?”

heeseung wraps his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him, throwing a scowl at somi who had utterly disrespected you.

heeseungs friends walk up behind him and ask if you’re okay, handing you their jackets and assessing the situation. you question why they were here and they respond saying they had just come from dinner and spent the rest of the night out at karaoke, now on their way home.

the door to the night club opens up and mingyu walks out, taking notice of somi and what he assumes to be the dj and her minions picking on his coworker. he takes a stand behind somi, wrapping her with his own jacket, which makes you roll your eyes.

somi smirks at your reaction, before opening her mouth again. “your boy toys?”

wonyoung, one of heeseungs close friends who was stood beside you, walked forward. having heard enough of the conversation that had taken place seconds earlier, she extends her palm, landing a straight hit on the older girls face.

“don’t talk to our older sister like that,” your eyes widen at your brothers girl friend’s feistiness and cover your lips, stifling a laugh.

“wonyoung, it’s fine.” you say, pulling her back to you and your brothers group of friends.

somi looks up to you with a shocked expression, before turning to mingyu and sobbing. you eye him as he babies her and pulls her away, sending a glare your way.

“take your boy toys and their little girlfriends home.” mingyu says.

you scoff in response before turning the other way with your younger brother and his friends, making your way back home. it’s been a long night. a long night of no progress with your eye candy for you.

[poeticgyu]

honestly i’m trying to stay focus bUT kim mingyu it’s getting vERy hard to me . IM GONNA SCREAM !!! ☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼

[celestiababie]

Can it be winter already? I need this man AWAY from all bodies of water ASAP. I need the going seventeen staff to bring me in for insomnia zero 3 because I have a lot to fucking say.

LOOK AT THE PROGRESSION- GUYS IM WORRIED ITS GONNA GRT WORSE- EVERY TIME HE POSTS WE SEE MORE SKIN

[wonusite]

Spoiled

pairing: mingyu x reader

summary: you have never been spoiled, but that changes after you meet the man your mother is going to marry.

warnings: infidelity, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Mingyu is in his 30s), daddy kink, pussy drunk!mingyu, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, praising

read part two and three and four

a/n: this is nsfw and therefore minors should not interact!!

When your mother introduced you to the man who she was going to marry, you were completely taken aback.

Kim Mingyu was the hottest man you had ever seen, and you couldn’t understand how your mom got with someone looked like a literal model and who was at least twenty years younger than her. It’s not like she was unattractive, but her overbearing and rude personality had scared away all of her previous boyfriends.

Instead of questioning it, you decided to go along with her latest whim. Maybe this guy would finally mellow her out.

That didn’t happen. When you came back home for winter break, your mom was still her insufferable self. Luckily for you, Mingyu came over often and made being around her somewhat tolerable. He was such a sweet man that even his kindness was infectious.

Maybe that’s why you ended up in this situation, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care when his fingers were shoved inside you.

“Is daddy making you feel good, baby?” Mingyu’s hot breath tickles the shell of your ear.

He’s sat behind you, chest pressed against your exposed back while while your thighs are hooked over his, keeping you spread as his thick fingers sink into your tight walls. You’re focused on the mirror in front of you, head swimming with pleasure. Mingyu had long fingers that were capable of reaching spots yours couldn’t which is why you came to him in the first place.

He expertly twists his wrist and pushes more juices out of your leaking cunt. You can feel the way Mingyu’s cock is throbbing against your lower back, and you unconscious squeeze his fingers tighter at the thought of having it inside you. “Feels so good, daddy.”

Mingyu loves how you’re trembling against him almost as much as he loves the soft mewls escaping you as you gently grind into his fingers. He leans down to kiss along your neck, licking and biting at the exposed skin. You gasp when he pulls his fingers out of you and smears your juices along your puffy clit before he starts to roll the bud in circles.

“So good for me.” Mingyu coos against you.

Maybe he’s spoiling you too much, always at your beck and call, ready to drop everything he’s doing when you say you want him. He can’t help it. You’re the prettiest little thing he’s ever seen, and he would do anything for you. Mingyu spreads your thighs wider and sinks his fingers into your tight pussy again. The sight of you sucking his fingers in is so hot that he almost feels drunk. And maybe he is—pussy drunk, that is.

He uses his free hand to grab one of your tits and gently kneads it. Mingyu smirks when you throw your head back and let out a wanton moan. You’re always so responsive for him. He loves when you moan shamelessly for him, fucking yourself on his fingers as he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

You let out a whine when Mingyu yanks his fingers out of you. The bratty sound is quickly stifled when his digits are pushed past your lips roughly. You suck on his fingers like a lollipop, moaning at the taste of yourself.

Suddenly, Mingyu decides to lift you off his lap and place you near the top of the bed. In a quick motion, he spreads your legs and shoves his face into your aching cunt. His tongue swipes across your dripping pussy, nose bumping against your clit. The loud moans you're letting out fuels his need to get you to the edge.

“Daddy!” You cry out as he lift one of your legs over his shoulder and pushes the other as far back as it will go.

“Fuck, baby.” Mingyu moans against you. “You’re so sweet. The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

His half-lidded eyes glance at your fucked out expression. Mingyu smirks before returning his attention to eating you out. His tongue is relentless against your quivering cunt, and his quick movements have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You let out a loud cry as he pushes you to the edge, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Mingyu is quick to lap up every last drop of your slick, unwilling to let any of your juices escape him.

He sits up suddenly, and your attention is quickly drawn to the large organ between his legs. His cock is big, the biggest you've ever seen. That’s not what draws your attention though. Right under his cock sit two heavy balls full of cum. You clench around nothing at the thought of him stuffing you full of his seed.

You moan softly when he starts to rub the large tip between your folds, teasing you. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to fuck your sweet little cunt.”

It’s only been a week since he last did it, but he can never get enough.

He pushes his cock past your tight entrance, groaning as he feels your cunt grip him. Before you, it has been years since he’d felt a pussy so tight. He has to force himself deeper into your core due to the resistance. Your back arches as his cock reaches a spot not even your many toys could reach.

Instead of letting you adjust, Mingyu starts thrusting deep into you. The sound of his big balls slapping against your ass reverberate throughout the room. You let out a particularly loud moan when he angles his hips to hit a spot that makes you grip his dick tighter.

“Fuck! Love your cock, daddy!”

He focuses on slamming his cock into that spot that was making you cry out for him, desperate to have you come undone on his dick. Your fingers scratch down his back as you push your hips up to meet his thrusts, wanting to feel every inch of Mingyu’s cock.

Mingyu thinks it’s cute how your mouth is formed in a perfect O shape with each hard thrust of his hips against yours. His lips hover over your ear. “Still want more?” He teased as his rough hands palmed at your tits, fingers pinching your perked nipples.

With a loud moan, you’re quick to nod, whimpering out a pathetic yes. You feel your orgasm approach when his thick cock twitches against your walls.

“That's my girl.” His deep voice rumbles against you. Large hands leisurely wandering up and down your hot body, rolling your pebbled nipples between his warm fingers.

Mingyu presses a few chaste kisses on your neck, moving one hand down to rub gentle circles against your puffy clit. A stuttered gasp turns into a lewd moan that then turn into nonsensical babbling. He moves his hips faster, watching your tits bounce to the squelching sound coming from your cunt.

“Daddy, I’m gonna—”

He presses his lips against yours, urgently and sweetly, showing his love and devotion as you gush around his aching cock. “Mmm sweetheart,” he murmurs adoringly. “That’s it. Cream all over my cock.”

Your spasming walls try to force him out, but he doesn’t relent. He won’t leave your pussy until he’s filled it with his cum. Mingyu presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Such a messy girl for daddy. My messy baby girl.”

All his.

“Daddy.” Your head lolled to the side with a small whine as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

You vaguely register his murmurs about how tight you are, but the thing you focus on is his deceivingly sweet grin. A second later, the look is replaced by one of pure bliss. With a string of curses stumbling through his lips and his eyes rolling back, his orgasm crashed into him in a rush. Instead of slowing down, he continues to fuck his cum into you at a steady pace.

“Now give me another one, yeah?” His thick cock hits right against the spongy spot inside you, unrelenting in his vigour to watch you come under him again.

And all you could do was arch up into his touch because you’re addicted. Addicted to the way he feels inside you, fucking his cum inside you, not giving a fuck about overstimulating both himself and you.

His pelvis grinds against your puffy clit, and you let out a loud moan, tightening like a vice around his cock and he gasps out a praise. “Good girl.”

Mingyu can tell you’re too sensitive right now from the glassy look in your eyes, yet that knowledge doesn’t stop him from holding down your squirming hips with his hands as he continues to ram his huge cock inside your tiny little cunt.

Your loud cries only turns him on more and makes him fuck you harder. “Can’t get enough of your sweet pussy, baby.” His words are broken by deep groans that have you clenching around him all over again.

“Daddy, don’t stop!” You threw your head back and shove your tits in his face, loving the pleasure and pain from being overstimulated.

Mingyu groans as his mouth latches onto one of your nipples. He’ll never get enough of the feeling of your tight cunt suffocating his dick.

It feels like he’s splitting you in half each time he thrusts inside you, knocking all breath out of your lungs. The way his mouth sucks on your sensitive nipple brings you closer to your second orgasm, and you know it won’t be long until you gush all over him again.

This time you both cum together, and he goes still for a moment before he pulls out and kisses his way down your body. You lazily watch him, deliriously hoping he would do what you thought he was about to do. The moan you let out when he starts lapping up his own cum that was spilling out of you was pornographic. It makes him get hard again, and he smirks because he knows that you’ll let him have his way with you again.

And you do, because you can’t get enough of him.

Mingyu doesn't know when to stop. He never does. His lust-addled mind tells him to keep pushing back into your tight little cunt, no matter how many times you both have already cum.

“Gonna fill you up so that you can feel me for days.”  He growled, animalistic and carnal.

Mingyu’s hips snap into yours at an inhuman pace, hitting the same spongy spot over and over again.

“Deeper!” You moaned as you clawed at his back, head swimming with pleasure.

The feel of your juices dripping on to the sheets paired with the sound of skin slapping together push you closer to the edge. Mingyu is fucking you so hard that his dick hits hits deeper and deeper with each stroke. He’s already filled you up to the brim with how many times he came inside you, but still he won't stop.

He can’t. Not when your pussy is clenching so tightly around his twitching cock as you came for the umpteenth time. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good like this.”

Mingyu keeps ramming his sensitive cock inside you because he can't bring himself to stop. He’s addicted to you, to the snug way your cunt swallows his cock whole.

The loud sound of the door slamming shut startles you both, but not enough to get you to stop. You both know it’s your mom, and it sounds like she’s on the phone, being her usual bitchy self. A small smirk takes over your face when Mingyu keeps thrusting deep into you, taking the time to roll his hips into your core.

“Daddy, we’re gonna get caught.”

He groans in your ear when he hears the words come out of your mouth. It has his cock throbbing deep in your core like he’s on the verge of release.

“Fuck. I don’t want to stop, baby. Your tight little cunt feels too good. Maybe I should just let her catch us.” It’s your turn to whimper as he speaks lewdly into your ear.

“You’re such a pervert, daddy. I can’t believe you want her to catch us.”

His thrusts pick back up, and your eyes roll back when his large hand squeezes one of your breasts roughly. It doesn’t take long for the coil in your tummy to snap yet again, leaving another milky layer of cum around the base of his cock. The mixture of cum and arousal strings between your two bodies, amplifying the messy sound of sex. It’s a miracle your nosy mom hast come into your room to see what’s going on.

“What would she do if she saw her daughter fucking her fiancé? What would you say to her?” He sinks his teeth into your neck, causing you to clench around him again.

You lick the outer shell of his ear before whispering: “I’d tell her that my daddy is so fucking hot that I couldn’t help myself.”

Mingyu swears lowly before he lifts his head. He’s on the verge of coming, just needing a little bit more. He captures your lips in a heated kiss as he continues his deep, rough strokes. With your walls clamping down so tightly around his thick cock, the next sensation you feel is him releasing inside you, his hot, thick cum filling up your spasming pussy.

“I love how you milk me dry every damn time.” Mingyu rasped, voice just a breathy whisper now.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs, but you don’t think to stop or attempt to hide. Your mom walks past your door, oblivious as her fiancé fucks her daughter. The thrill of being caught has you clenching around him again.

When Mingyu pulls out to watch his cum leak out of your tight little slit and ruin the sheets, you almost whine because even though you two had come so many times, you wanted to keep going.

Luckily, even Mingyu didn’t seem to care that your mom was in the other room because a second later he was plunging back into your tight heat. He slaps his hand over your whimpering mouth, keeping you quiet the best he could. But the way he bucks his hips into you had his cock hitting deep into your cunt and has your throat bobbing and scratching with wanton mewls.

A rough wave of pleasure shook at your core, and Mingyu's raw dick ravenously rutting inside you has your soft walls fluttering and coating him messily with your slick. He shudders at the feeling of your pussy squeezing and milking his cock.

“I want her to catch us.” He groans in your ear, as he savagely slams into your aching cunt. “So she knows that I’m never gonna let this pretty cunt go.”

“It’s all yours, daddy.”

Those are the words that push him over the edge. You felt his cock twitch and spurt deep into your cunt, his warm and sticky cum filling you up for the umpteenth time that day. Mingyu growls lowly as he slowly slips out, relishing in the sticky feel of your cunt trying to swallow him back in. He gives in and shoves his cock back inside you.

You share a tender kiss, still in the same position. His cock has gone soft in you, acting as a plug to keep his cum inside you.

“I’ll be back tonight, baby. Be ready.”

“Yes, daddy.”

Maybe he spoils you too much, but it doesn’t matter because it’s you.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

I heard a weird rumor that jungkook was princess diana reincarnated but then i also heard that jungkook has been dating key from some 2nd gen groop shinee ... and that this guy's comeback was for jungkook's birthday. idk what to believe

OMG, anon! This ship has everything!

Sassy sexy genius Kim Kibum of SHINee who I heard is into BDSM. A shy cute dainty with a slutty waist maknae much younger than him. We never saw them talk, but Key said they did during an Mnet MC job and there is only one other photo in which Mingyu, Kookie's friend, wrote JK's name on the back of Key's jacket when they were on a stage. The rest are just rumors and what a sweet piece of gossip it is. The word that goes around in the past few days in the small circle of KooKey shippers is that Key's comeback with Gasoline is truly dedicated to his younger lover, Kookie. You might ask yourself why? What's the connection? Well, Key is part of K-Pop royalty and his boyfriend must be on the same level. Because truly, the hottest piece in this ship puzzle is that Kookie is nothing more than Princess Diana reincarnated. Now talk about a damn special ship. Nothing can compete with that. Taekook who? But we should be careful, this is more hush hush, not a lot of people know and it's good that it's a more lowkey ship and the attention towards couple rumors is on someone else entirely, so we got that going for us, I guess.

P.S. It's totally not a coincidence that Key's comeback performances started exactly on Kookie's birthday. It's so romantic....

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Matched

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x female reader

Genre: match-maker au / fluff / university au

Warnings: none

Prompt: “Are you lost?” - #1 of Idea Starters

Word count: 1545

You were stunned when Mingyu walked through the door. Not because of the obvious, however.

You weren’t like the rest of the population who thought of the tall man as incredibly handsome and fawned at his feet. Sure, you could acknowledge that when he was created, his maker dumped him in the physical appearance container one too many times. You just weren’t someone who went ga-ga over attractive guys.

No, you were stunned because Mingyu had no perceived reason to come into your department at all at this point in the day. You serviced many people on the university campus every Friday. Those who came into your little office in the Clubs department were of a certain type.

Those who found dating hard.

You simply couldn’t imagine Kim Mingyu having troubles with dating at all.

“Are you lost?” you couldn’t help but ask in a detached voice, clearing your throat immediately and chuckling. “Sorry, I just can’t imagine you need my services. Are you looking for the tennis club that used to occupy this room? They’ve moved into the bigger room-”

Smiling softly, Mingyu shook his head and interjected. “No, I meant to come here, Y/N.”

“Oh wow. You know my name.”

“Should I not? We’ve shared the same classes in high school before coming to the same university.”

“Huh,” you simply said, staring at the tall man for half a minute before recomposing yourself. “Well, what brings you to Matched, Mingyu?”

“What brings other people?” he enquired, and your eyebrow rose in confusion.

Your match-making skills were second to none, and you had built up quite the reputation in creating some of the hottest campus couples. Surely, your services were widely known.

Again, you gave him a reprieve, still convinced he didn’t need to come to you for anything.

“Most people enter my office looking for a way to make their crush see them in a romantic light. It doesn’t always work out, and I’m straight forward with pointing this out so people can move on instead of pining over the impossible. I also help with dating advice to build confidence in general.”

Nodding, Mingyu smiled weakly. “I’ve heard good things.”

“I appreciate that.”

Silence prevailed your statement, and so you smiled politely before reaching for your water bottle, pulling your straw between your lips.

“Can you help me?”

It was unexpected, much as it was to him that you would splutter your mouthful of water over the desk towards him. For a second, both of you stared at one another, aghast, before you launched into using some tissues to mop up your mess.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you requested, darting your focus between the mess and the man before you.

Mingyu rubbed his neck awkwardly. “I need help.”

“With what exactly?”

“Dating. Finding the confidence to ask someone out,” he offered shyly, and you stifled a snort.

You could count on both hands how many close friends you possessed who would sell their souls to date Mingyu. You had witnessed countless girls throw themselves at the man and assumed he had his weekends full because of it.

“You need assistance with that?”

Mingyu nodded.

“The world is stranger than I thought.”

“What does that mean?”

“Oh!” You let out a small laugh and waved a hand dismissively. “Nothing! No reason. I could help you. If you need it.”

“I do. I’ve liked someone for a while now, and I’ve struggled to ask them out.”

“Do you know why?”

You were already running through a mental list of the hottest girls and guys on campus. As you did so, Mingyu fumbled with the cuff of his sweater. Finally, you glanced up at him, and he was startled, sitting back in his chair as if you were about to confess his secret crush to him.

“Do I know them?”

“You know her, yeah,” he said, inhaling a shaky breath that relaxed him again.

“And she’s single?” you continued, turning to your laptop to take notes.

“I think so.”

“You don’t know?”

Mingyu cringed. “Her relationship status isn’t public knowledge, but I’m pretty sure that she’s single.”

“Okay, so we can work with that.”

“You’ll help me?” Mingyu asked, hopeful.

“I’m not sure what help I can be for you, but I’m ready to give it a shot. Everyone deserves the chance to tell someone they like them.”

You worked with Mingyu twice a week for a month. At first, it was rather awkward. You had a preconceived notion that someone like him wouldn’t need help. But after unpacking his good looks, you were able to establish that he wasn’t the type to do things just on a surface level. He was a deep thinker, and you began to appreciate his sensitive side a lot.

Mingyu warmed up to you the further he spent time in your company, his endless smiles leaving you in a good mood. In fact, after each session, you felt great. It was different from your other clients. They were always so focused on their situation, which made sense. However, Mingyu really engaged with you, was eager to learn more, and even wanted to understand how you would feel in the hypothetical situations you created.

“So, you would appreciate someone just telling you honest?” he asked, and you nodded immediately. “Even if they fumble over it?”

“Of course. Honesty is endearing.”

“I’ve held it in for so long though, I wonder if it would be taken as sincere or not,” he wondered, and you leaned forward, reaching out for one of his hands on the table and gave it a gentle tap.

“I’m sure when you do it, she’ll appreciate it.”

“In any situation?”

You laughed. “Describe the situation?”

“Like right now.”

“Totally fine. If you’re in a position like this with her, it would be the right time. There’s no one else around to interrupt the moment. Timing it to where it’s just you and her will make it easier for you.”

“Y/N,” Mingyu said, and you waited for him to continue. “It’s you.”

“It’s me what?”

“I like you. I’ve liked you for years.”

“Ohhhh, you’re practising with me!” you replied, chuckling lightly. Gesturing with your hands, Mingyu implored you to pay proper attention.

Your eyebrows furrowed together.

“It’s not practise anymore. I want you to realise the girl I’ve crushed on is you.”

You blinked slowly.

“Is what I’m saying registering?” he asked, and you nodded before shaking your head.

“I’m confused.”

“I can tell.”

“Are we talking about what you’ll say or-”

“I’m confessing to you.”

“You came to me for dating advice about myself?” you concluded, and Mingyu smiled coyly.

“You should know yourself the best.”

“I don’t know, right now I’m having a bit of an out of body experience,” you admitted, and Mingyu reached out for your hand, brushing his thumb over the top of it.

It was then when you comprehended everything.

Of course, it had been different.

Every session, Mingyu seemed nervous to be around you, not the idea of dating. He had a lot of questions for you, asking you what you liked, and you had assumed it was to get a general feel for what other girls of your age group might like. You had been completely blind to his affections because you believed from the moment he stepped into your office that you weren’t even someone on the cards.

You hadn’t offered yourself up to him to be approachable over all these years. No wonder he was hesitant to know how you felt compared to those who had confessed to him.

“Can I like you?” he asked, and you melted away from all confusion, a smile gracing your lips. His own curled up hopefully. “Can I?”

“Was this your plan all along? To blindside me like this?”

“No, definitely not. I didn’t know how else to approach you. And since you are a formidable matchmaker, I had hoped you would have the skills to even match yourself.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” you replied with a wry smile. “I don’t ever consider myself.”

“Why not?”

You shrugged. “I’m too busy with crafting love for others.”

“Can you try to craft a little with me?” he asked, and you clamped your eyes shut, feeling flutters erupt in your stomach.

Oh, you were good. Way too good. You had taught him well.

Laughing, Mingyu leaned closer, and you felt his breath hit your face. Opening your eyes, you blinked at his proximity. “Did you like that?”

“I don’t know if you need any more sessions with me. I think you’re about to become the master at flirtation.”

“That’s not true,” he mentioned, though his smugness permeated through his body. “I need more help.”

“With what exactly? You’ve done too well with this confession of yours.”

Mingyu smirked. “I’m not a very good kisser. I’ve been pining over this girl for so long that I haven’t had a whole lot of experience, you see.”

“Oh, so you think I could offer you lessons on how to improve kissing, like I’ve done with the dating, huh?”

“That would help me out a lot. I appreciate your efforts.”

Giggling, you then bit your bottom lip giddily.

It looked like Mingyu had you matched.

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your type (pt. 1)

Hello friends! I have retuuuuurned. I decided we’d go with the ‘dating you because of a date’ trope story (mostly because I’ve suddenly started OVERHAULING the shit out of the other story I’d proposed to you). It’s a decent-lengthen fic, a little more story-based than snapshot like my past two series. 

w.c. 2.6k (LOL, enjoy the set up. We hit the ground running pretty quick after this one.)

pt. 2

note 1: I’ve tried to make all the characters/idols in this one, so if you see a name and recognize it, yeah, it’s probably the idol you’re thinking of. I haven’t done this in my last two fics because I usually prefer not to, but I needed so many side characters to bring this story to life and I doubted you guys would be interested in me creating a bunch of random names and people you didn’t know. 

note 2: I don’t ship any of the idols that are ‘together’ in this fic or wind up ‘together’ in this fic.

When love is a game on a university campus, the question is always how many people can you get into your bed?

Her girls are all about this game. Between studying for exams, hobbies, volunteering and hanging out; they are swiping left and right, going on dates, meeting new boys on campus that they’ve never interacted with before.

To be systematic about it—because these are science majors—they’ve been working through varying departments. And they’ve left a specific department for their last year at school: the music department. For two reasons.

1)    The hottest boys come out of the music department.

2)    The fuck boys come from the music department.

If her girls are all about meeting and bedding various men, the boys in the music department are playing the same game. And she has heard various stories about girls trying to change these music department fuck boys.

She’s dabbled in the dating scene, but has quickly learned that the boys on campus just tend not to be her cup of tea.

“Party at Jackson’s tonight,” Jihyo tells her as she slips into the seat across from her at their dining room table.

“And who are you chasing after tonight?” she asks simply, erasing the subscript 2 she’d put down next to her carbon.

“Do you know Choi Seungcheol?”

She snorts. “I wasn’t born yesterday.”

“We’ve been flirting a little.”

Before she can respond properly, the answer to her chemistry question suddenly comes to her. She grumbles under her breath as she proceeds to erase half a page of work. “Did you go for your testing this morning?”

“Still clean,” Jihyo hums. The woman takes the chemistry homework distraction and uses it to her advantage. “How was that boy you met last week?”

“Eh.” She slowly starts over. “He was whatever. Little too handsy, little too spitty. Kinda boring.”

Jihyo laughs. “I still don’t think you’re giving these boys a chance.”

“Boy’s gotta meet my standard or fuck off,” she chuckles. She tosses her pencil into her notebook and closes it. She props her chin in her hands. “I’m guessing since you’re going to distract me from homework until I say I’m going to get ready that you have someone you want me to meet tonight.”

Jihyo shrugs. “No promises, but Cheol did say to bring my friends tonight so we can play card games at Jackson’s tonight.”

She gets to her feet. “We can do that at someone’s house and not at Jackson’s party.” She heads to her bedroom. “But fine. I’m always down to beat new people at cards.”

Having dabbled in a few music classes, she does actually recognize a few of Seungcheol’s friends. Seungkwan and Hansol come as a pair and don’t date around as much as the others do, likely why she’d taken a liking to them. When Jihyo drags her through the crowd at Jackson’s front door and into the living room, those two boys tackle her first.

She winds up on Hansol’s knee, his hand at her waist to balance her there. “How are you? We haven’t seen you since theory class.”

“I’ve been in the research lab,” she laughs. “You said you’d come visit me.”

“Not all of us are graduating, noona,” Seungkwan argues. “You’re done this year, but we have two years left.”

She ruffles his hair. “Excuses, excuses.”

“Have you met everyone else before?” Seungkwan asks when one of his friends returns with a few beers in his hands.

“Briefly.” She shakes her head when Hansol offers the beer.

Proper introductions are made, and conversation is easy. Jihyo is already in Seungcheol’s lap. His hand strokes her bare legs, likely ‘warming’ them. That excuse always makes her laugh.

Momo walks into the room, a little tipsy already, and scans the room. When the taller woman’s eyes land on her, she breaks out into a smile. “I need you to meet someone.” Without a response, Momo grabs her hand and lifts her off Hansol’s knee, pulling her back through the house.

“You good?” she asks Momo once they’re out of the room and entangled in the sea of people.

Suddenly, Momo stops them before an older looking man who looks incredible uncomfortable to be surrounded by university students. 

She stares up at this man and looks between him and Momo. “Who is this?”

“My boyfriend, Heechul.”

Her eyes widen. Momo had been going on about some older man she’d met at a café nearby. And Momo has been asking her to meet Heechul for a while, mostly for approval. Her girls think since she’s picky that she knows how to judge good men. She can’t confirm or deny that.

She holds a hand out. “Nice to MEET YOU!” She has to start yelling, because the music has picked up now that the party’s in full swing.

“Oppa was just dropping Sana and me off and Jihyo said that you were going to be here!” Momo gives her a little push towards Heechul. “Talk to him!”

She tilts her head. “Where are you going?”

“To find Sana and Jihyo!”

Momo pecks Heechul on the cheek and tells him that someone will call to be picked up.

Once his girlfriend wanders off, Heechul looks down at her. She motions towards the door. The man seems confused as to why a little girl is bossing him around, but he leads the way out of the house.

She stands on the front porch, leaning against the beam near the steps. “How old are you?”

“36.”

She almost chokes on her tongue. That is a very apparent 13-year age difference. “Right. Momo said you met in a café.”

“I spilled my drink on her by accident.” Heechul seems hesitant to say more. He leans up and squints at her. “Who are you again?”

“My name doesn’t matter, but I know I have some weight as to whether you and Momo continue to date.” She tilts her head. “Why Momo?”

“Why not Momo? She’s gorgeous, sweet, adorable.”

“What is Momo studying?”

“Something in science, but she’s a dancer at heart.”

She mulls that thought over in her mind. “And what do you do?”

The name is technical, which suggests that his job isn’t CEO. But it sounds stable.

“Kids?”

“None.”

“Married?”

“Never.”

She nods her head and then smiles sweetly. “Nice to meet you.”

Heechul doesn’t call after her like the other boys tend to do when she abruptly ends her weird interview, which reflects his age. But she knows he’s definitely confused by the way he lingers in the walkway.

Inside, her ears need to readjust to the volume. She weaves her way back through the house, the bass trying to alter her heartbeat in her chest. Just as she’s about to join her friends in the living room, she gets stopped by Jeon Jungkook. They’d dated for nearly a year during her second year of university. He’s dating his roommate now, but they’re still close. Jungkook picks her up around the waist and spins her.

“I haven’t seen you in ages! Why does it feel like you disappeared off the face of the planet?” Jungkook demands.

“I’m in hiding!”

“Hiding?”

“Don’t want you to suddenly fall back in love with me and leave Taehyung!” she teases. “Where is he anyway?”

Jungkook pecks her cheek. “Somewhere here! I had to drag him out from under his chemistry thesis!” Kim Taehyung wound up joining the chemistry graduate program at the university. His brain is legendary in the chemistry department.

“Tell him I say hi!”

“Where you going?”

She points to the living room over his shoulder. Jungkook’s brows rise, impressed. When they used to come to parties, they’d spend most of the time in whatever game room existed. Many of the houses they visited owned a pool table, and if people weren’t having sex on it, she, Jungkook, and a few of their friends would play rounds of pool until everyone else was too drunk to shoot straight.

“Aren’t Mingyu and his friends in there?”

She rolls her eyes, a smirk on her face. “Wish me luck!”

Jungkook laughs. “You don’t need it! Those guys would be insane to tangle with you!” He gives her a quick kiss on the forehead and pats her lower back. “I would know!”

They promise to meet up for a late lunch the following day after he’s nursed his hangover, and she rejoins her friends in the living room. Momo drags her to the floor. “What did you think of Heechulie?”

She gauges Momo’s expression. Her eyes are out of focus, which suggests intoxication thus suggesting more emotional responses. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

“Yo.” She looks over at Hansol’s voice and catches the Coke can he tosses at her. The boys all ‘oh’ loudly, and she furrows her brow at the overreaction.

Suddenly, someone is leaning towards her and whispering, “He promised that one of you would be sober.”

She turns and finds herself face-to-face with Mingyu. “Okay…”

“It makes Stress a little more challenging,” Mingyu clarifies.

Stress is a speed-based card game, one that Jihyo had taught her last week. Now that she knows the boys love to play it, she understands where Jihyo learned it. When the woman had taught it to her, Jihyo had said, “I can’t wait until you get to play them!”

It had been such an odd comment at the time, but now that there’s a Stress tourney happening in the living room with 8 decks of cards, she gets it.

And here she is, after three rounds of Stress with various people, sat across from a man she only met properly about ten minutes ago: Jihoon. He’s flushed in the face from the heat of the party, the alcohol, or the anxiety of all the people who have been cycling through the room to watch.

“How drunk are you?” she asks as she shuffles.

Jihoon tips his head both ways. “I’ve had two.”

“Shots? Or beers?”

“Shots.”

She nods her head as she begins dealing.

“Noona, it’s not fair!” Chan whines, leaning into her. They’d played each other in the first round, and even with her going slow, she’d still won. “You’re not as drunk as us.”

Gently, she eases him into Seokmin. “I don’t drink. You guys wanted to play, so we’re playing.” She catches Jihoon’s gaze. “Do you care?”

Jihoon shakes his head. “Nah. Easy win regardless.”

Jihyo’s laugh is short and loud to prove a point. “Even if you were sober, Jihoon, she’d smoke you.”

Jihoon gives his head another shake as Seungcheol shouts go.

And she wins.

She has to squirm out of all the grabby hands that try to toss her into the air in victory. “I’ll be back.” She gets up and starts towards the kitchen. She feels someone following her and finds Jihoon there.

“You shouldn’t go alone,” he states.

She doesn’t question it. It is a house party. Guys she doesn’t know will try anything. She ducks around arms and around hands that try to grab her when they call out to her in greeting. She, however, pounces on Min Yoongi who is standing in the kitchen talking with someone.

“Hey kid,” Yoongi says once he gets over the surprise. “Haven’t seen you in eons.”

She digs around in one of the coolers for a Coke. Her drink had spilled four minutes into the tournament when Seokmin had lost and flailed his arms around, promptly knocking her drink off the table. “Jungkookie and I are going for lunch tomorrow. You should come if you aren’t busy.”

Yoongi hums. “Sure, kid.” He glances at someone over shoulder. “I can move some stuff around.”

She gives his arm a squeeze before venturing back through the mass of humans. When someone bumps into her, causing her to topple backwards, she falls back into Jihoon. His cool hands and broad chest keep her steady and guide her back to the living room. He releases her and returns to his spot at the opposite end of the room.

A beer she hadn’t noticed Jihoon take is passed off to Jeonghan. The boys all have someone in their lap or someone trying to get into it, and a few of her girls have disappeared.

She glances at the clock. Jihyo catches her doing this. “You can go,” Jihyo mouths.

She juts her chin their direction. “You going home with Cheol?” she mouths back.

Jihyo glances down at Seungcheol who is talking to Joshua, and then meets her eye again with a nod.

Immediately, she gets to her feet again and begins saying her goodbyes.

“You heading out?” Jihoon asks from his spot on the floor next to two girls and Wonwoo.

“Yeah. Music’s making my head pound.” She squeezes Wonwoo’s outstretched hand and runs a hand through Seungkwan’s hair as she passes.

Once again, when she glances over her shoulder, she finds Jihoon behind her.

“What?”

“Walking you home.” He’s already grabbing his jacket from the overstuffed hall closet. Some people’s jackets have landed on the floor.

She smirks. “You don’t have to do that.”

“You’re gonna walk home alone at night?” He shrugs his jacket on.

“You’re tipsy,” she snorts. “You should stay here.” She slips past him to find her own coat. It’s tangled in the back. Jihoon nudges her out of the way to grab it. He helps her into it.

“Are you going to say goodbye to say bye to Jackson first?” he asks.

“I don’t actually know him.” She zips up her coat and meets his eye. “You go say bye.”

“Come on.” Jihoon motions with his head for her to follow.

“No, I’m good.”

Jihoon somehow knows that if he leaves her for a second, she’ll be out the door without him. “Let’s go then.”

She doesn’t question him. As they walk back to her apartment, she pops open the Coke can still in her hand. “Just so you know, the walk is twenty minutes.”

“You were going to walk twenty minutes on your own?” Jihoon demands.

She glances over at him. “I didn’t realize you were so chivalrous.”

“And I didn’t realize you were an idiot.”

She snorts. “The walk’s well-lit and I find it’s more comfortable than taking the bus or a taxi.”

“Any walk is nice until it’s not.”

Instead, this walk is almost awkward. With anyone else, it definitely would have been. They say next to nothing the entire twenty minutes, though he does sip the soft drink when offered. At her lobby door, she turns and smiles. “It was nice to meet you. Thanks for walking me home.”

Jihoon studies her for a while. She wonders if this is one of his moves. She’s heard of Jihoon’s reputation through the grapevine. And if this is one of his moves, does this really get the ladies going?

Eventually, the scrutinizing goes on for so long that she slowly backs towards the door to go inside.

“Do you want to go for breakfast?” he calls after her.

“Breakfast?”

“I heard you say you were busy at lunch. How about breakfast?” Jihoon asks.

She glances over her shoulder as she unlocks the door. She lets herself into the apartment and stands half in and half out. “Sure. Goodnight.”

“What? You’re not going to give me a number to call you? You could just say no.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “Not as drunk as I thought. 9 AM here then.”

His brow furrows. “You want me to pick you up?”

She glances up towards the lights above the doorway that name her building. “You know where I live. 9 AM.”

Jihoon nods. “Okay.”

pt. 2

[lamarkeu]

Made With Love Profiles (2/2): Top Chefs 🔪

Kim Mingyu: Y/N’s Ex-Boyfriend and Haeun’s biological father. Became a successful chef under the mentorship of Jeon Wonwoo and is currently engaged to Kim Korean Import Heiress, Kim Jangmi.

Kim Jangmi: Heir, media director and ambassador to Korea’s biggest food importers Kim’s Korean Import. Better known as Mingyu’s soon to be wife.

Jeon Wonwoo: One of the richest and hottest bachelors in Culinary. He’s Mingyu’s mentor and Jangmi’s childhood best friend.

Kwon Soonyoung: One of Seokmin’s closes friends he made during culinary. Now owns and is the chef of Korea’s biggest steakhouses.

Xu Minghao: The first winner of Top Chef Korea All-stars.Mingyu’s friend from high school and ended up Graduating culinary school the same year he did.

Chwe Hansol: One of the few chef’s in Korea that specialize in Cryogenic cooking. A mutual friend of Mingyu and Y/N who keeps in contact with both.

Boo Seungkwan: Met Seokmin through Hansol and instantly became best of friends. Graduated and is now known for his authentic Korean style dishes.

Lee Chan: Seokmin’s childhood neighbour from Incheon who began studying culinary. Became really close friends with Mingyu who is helping him open his own restaurant.

+Bonus:

Inside Culinary: One of the biggest names in culinary magazines. Filled with household names, recipes, and gossip.

[oneshotficrecsbymn]

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a happy medium - wonhui

wen junhui is just your average 20-year-old university student. he pulls all-nighters, goofs off with his friends, and parties a bit more than he should. oh, and he talks to dead people. somehow, he manages to balance being a student and a medium without much difficulty, but lately he’s been getting a little too distracted by spirit. more specifically, by a grandmother spirit belonging to the hottest guy in his lecture… and she’s desperate to try and set the two of them up. he really doesn’t want to give the stranger a reading, afraid she might make him say something embarrassing, but at this point, he’s going to fail the class if she doesn’t shut up.

a long time coming - wonhoon

Wonwoo knew the back of Jihoon’s head better than anyone.

a mother’s favor - meanie

Visiting the Underworld has never been on the list of Wonwoo’s favorite things to do but he guesses it can always get worse.

a wave breaking on the shore - soonwoo

When the sun stops shining so brightly, make a stop by the beach to check up on it. Soonyoung and Wonwoo are figuring things out.

and the stars forever dwell - meanie

“I’m Wonwoo. My dad is the caretaker here, but you already knew that.”

Wonwoo is right, and Mingyu is a liar.

Sir Jeon is the resident caretaker of these dragons—the best in the capital—and his son, Wonwoo?

Well, Mingyu wouldn’t call him a stranger.

art isn’t meant to be hung up, anyways - soonwoo

“I’m taking you on the first date,” Wonwoo says, surely, though Soonyoung catches the slight tremble of his fingers, the catch in his throat, the way his eyes dart back and forth between Soonyoung and Seokmin, as if daring to contradict him.

“I would like to take you on a date,” Soonyoung decides to say instead, putting the flowers into a vase. “It’s nicer if you ask this way. I’d also be more inclined to say yes, you know.”

“Yes,” Wonwoo tilts his head. “What you said.”

—

or, the one where Wonwoo decides it’d be a good idea to take Soonyoung on dates because he really, really wants something Soonyoung has.

as the carnations bloom - wonhui

Junhui presses his lips onto Wonwoo’s, slipping the red carnation into Wonwoo’s hair, and Wonwoo knew exactly what it meant; deep love and affection.

become the star of this night (and shine on me) - soonwoo

Wonwoo has always loved the stars.

(in which Wonwoo and Soonyoung found each other underneath the stars)

bedtime tendencies - meanie aff

Mingyu doesn’t know when and why exactly he starts leaving a space on his bed for Wonwoo at night, but he does it anyway.

blush pink roses - soonwoo

Wonwoo is a cute florist and Soonyoung is the disaster gay that comes in every week to buy flowers so he can see him.

breakfast: the most important meal of the day - meanie

Without thinking about the possible implications of his action, Mingyu cooks breakfast for his one-night stand. So when his one-night stand comes out of the bedroom looking like he’s about to leave, awkwardness ensues. And just when Mingyu decides everything will be okay because he’s never going to see the guy again, he sees the guy again.

budding love - wonhui

Coming from rival flower shops, Wonwoo and Jun are not allowed to interact. Too bad they don’t particularly agree with their family rule. (Or the one where WonHui become the modern and flowery equivalent of Romeo and Juliet)

burnt norton - soonwoo

Three (completely!!!) hypothetical questions, two boys with a hangover, and one ramen joint booth in Seoul.

(but i got) tunnel vision - meanie

“But you’ve only just created your account.”

“Exactly.” It takes a lot of self-control not to toss his phone to the far end of the table the way one might a hissing snake; as vehement a statement as it might make (and Wonwoo’s feelings are most definitely vehement and then some), it is an expensive phone.

He settles on setting it down as decisively as possible, pointedly turning off the screen. “Ok, I’ve signed up for OkCupid, gotten the welcome email, filled in the necessary details, yadda, yadda, yadda. Can we get to revising now please?”

-

If there is anything that will get your mind off an unrequited crush on your best friend, it’s definitely an online dating application. So naturally, Wonwoo ends up being coerced into joining OkCupid for two weeks.

can’t do without - soonwoo

“You don’t talk much, huh?” the boy says, wrinkling his brows and squinting at him. “That’s okay though, I talk a lot.”

Wonwoo stares at the unwavering smile on the other boy’s face.

“I’m Kwon Soonyoung, by the way,” he says. “We should be friends.”

car trouble. - wonhoon

Wonwoo sits back in his seat after his umpteenth attempt at starting the car, muttering “useless piece of junk” under his breath, although Jihoon could practically spell each word out in the air in front of him.

choosing the right place to put it - woncheol

Seungcheol lets Wonwoo adopt a cat. It’s a lot worse than he thought it would be.

clusters of galaxies in your eyes - soonwoo

Soonyoung’s astronaut boyfriend is finally coming home. Finally.

come a little closer - soonwoo

It’s a long weekend, and Wonwoo intends to enjoy his Sunday.

Or: I just wanted an excuse to write more soft making out Soonyoung and Wonwoo fic.

come to me - wonhao, soongyu

wonwoo is sick and tired of soonyoung trying to set him up with every guy he meets, so instead he takes matters into his own hands.

confession - wonhan

Jeonghan likes his potions partner.

cradle me in your comfort, will you? - wonshua

Wonwoo finds his way with words.

aka a soft, domestic, a-day-in-the-life wonshua for anyone who likes and appreciates this ship

cupid hit me with precision - woncheol, jihan

The thing about working at a PC Bang is that it tends to have regulars. Guys with big glasses who are dreaming of going pro in League of Legends, guys in their late 20s who just want a place to go to play games in peace, kids who don’t quite have the gaming setup they want just yet. Seungcheol’s favorite regular comes in on Thursdays.

curiosity killed the cat - soonwoo

Soonyoung is having a no good, lousy, awful day. And it doesn’t help that the attractive stranger sitting next to him on the train smells strongly of fish, for some strange reason.

cu(t)e cards - meanie

Wonwoo helps Mingyu for his job interview. Mingyu loves playing around.

diving too deep for coins - meanie

Taking a step forward, his entire body shudders, gravity and wind working against him and pushing him towards the dark surface. Tears well up in his eyes, and he wipes them with his sleeve. He sways on his feet.

Wonwoo lets his tears drop first.

His body follows.

don’t gotta worry about me (i got all my love in my arms) - meanie

They live together and love together, but that doesn’t mean everything is perfect.

(It’s more than perfect.)

dots & lines - soonwoo

Wonwoo just wishes someone had told him how easy it is to fall in love with someone, especially when that person is Kwon Soonyoung.

dramatic fool - meanie

Of all the dramatic things that Kim Mingyu has done and said, some tend to shock Jeon Wonwoo more than others.

Or the one where the best friends have climatic-non-climatic feeling realizations.

earth angel - wonhui

Even when Jun’s perfectly planned date falls apart, and they’re stuck at some old diner in the middle of nowhere, it seems like Jeon Wonwoo can put anything back together and make it worthwhile.

aka, the one where Jun tells Wonwoo he loves him for the first time

easier said than done - wonhoon

It’s easier for Jihoon to express his endearment with expressions and actions rather than with words, but it’s difficult because he’s not sure if it’s easy for Wonwoo to decipher.

eat your heart out, joshua hong - wonshua

No one ever told Joshua that the hardest part of being a superhero is getting the boy.

eggsquisite - wonhao

Minghao watches them go, observes the couples and hopeful singles that filter through the store, looking for the perfect present to give their loved ones, and hopes, with that small part of his mind - stuffed and locked away as it was - that he’d be able to have a fairy tale like that for himself one day too.

Alternatively: Minghao is a salty, single pringle.

everything i could give - soonwoo

Wonwoo is a servant in the Kwon household, and Soonyoung is the Crown Prince.

floriography (you’re my orange blossom). - soonwoo

Soonyoung speaks with flowers. Wonwoo speaks with paint.

(a.k.a florist!Soonyoung meets painter!Wonwoo and feelings ensue)

flower petals - 96z

When he had first seen the flowers bloom across his flesh on his 16th birthday he had been entranced. He had sat in front of his mirror until the clock struck midnight waiting with as much exposed skin as possible in an attempt to watch his mark appear. The slow outline of each flower being drawn had kept him staring at his mirror for nearly an hour.

forever (a place where i’m with you) - soonwoo

Wonwoo’s concept of forever has always been by the book. It’s not until today that he realizes that he had been using the word “forever” wrong all this time and it’s all thanks to Soonyoung.

frustration management issues - wonshua

joshua hong, the boy gifted with the power of being calm despite the stress and frustrations university may bring about, has a secret (or two) that only jeon wonwoo knows.

together they learn the best way to de-stress when hell week comes.

(it may or may not involve dark alleyways and drunken kisses.)

got you dreamin’ - soonwoo

Oh, why’d you have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you, ah Why must you make me laugh so much? It’s bad enough we get along so well

(loosely based on goodnight n go by ariana grande)

gymnopedie - soonwoo

If fanning on embers is a bad thing, I’ll become a bad man.

Soonyoung may have slight abandonment issues and a fear of guilt-tripping. Wonwoo mistakes loyalty as an excuse to hold against touching him. Everything falls into place, bit by bit.

herbs - soonwoo

Single father Soonyoung and his daughter Soonji have just moved into a rural community and decide to visit the herb garden near the village.

hersheys - meanie

Mingyu and Wonwoo are best friends, sometimes they share kisses.

holding out for a hero - wonhao

the life of xu minghao, a superhero, and how he balances fighting crime by night and swooning over a cute cashier by day.

hope you find your peace - wonshua

Wonwoo dances on a tightrope looking for the silver lining to destruction.

how to get a date with a hot cat dad - soonwoo

Soonyoung is a self-admitted helpless romantic, which is fine, until one day at the pet clinic he works in walks Jeon Wonwoo and his damn cat. And then, again. And, again. It makes Soonyoung ask 1) how many cats does this hot stranger have? and 2) how the hell do I get a date with him?

how to woo a pretty boy with his favorite flower - wonhui

Junhui didn’t expect to meet the cutest boy in the world in a flowershop while hiding from creepy fans, but he did.

how will i know? - wonhao

how will wonwoo know when he’s finally gotten things together? minghao doesn’t give him an answer with words, but wonwoo already has one anyway.

hush hush, kiss kiss - wonhoon

When everyone thought the student council president and vice president were just best friends.

(+ the time everyone found out the truth)

i just wanna be yours; - wonshua

wonwoo cups jisoo’s face in his hands and murmurs against his lips, “i want you.” jisoo blinks. “hm?”

i kinda want u(ber) - wonhao

Cute delivery guys apparently really do exist.

i kissed a boy - wonhao

“I kissed a boy,” Wonwoo says. He didn’t really have much thought on it other than that he kissed a certain Chinese sophomore in the room.

i want (a pizza) you - meanie aff

Mingyu isn’t really expecting his request for the cutest delivery person at one in the morning to be fulfilled.

i want a refund - soonwoo

“Wonwoo, quick! Kiss me!”

“Wha-”

“My boss is walking over! Kiss me!!”

Soonyoung’s probably rubbed off some or completely transferred over all his panic to Wonwoo because Wonwoo doesn’t even think. Except for maybe one last “Fuck it.” in his head before he uses his free hand, the one not holding the bottle of beer to gently grab Soonyoung’s chin, turning his face towards him and crashes their lips together.

i’ll give you everything - meanie

“I’ll give you the sun, the stars, the ocean, the time, the wind, and the fireflies—hell, I’ll give everything I have only if I can have you.”

OR

When Kim Mingyu is willing to give up everything he has just to be with Wonwoo.

i’m okay (i’m not okay) - wonhui

Junhui misses Wonwoo, and maybe Wonwoo misses him too.

if it ain’t chickens, it’s feathers - soonwoo

And if it ain’t feathers, then what is it, really?

if these blankets could talk - soonwoo

Soonyoung should not be left alone to his own devices. After living with him for the semester, Wonwoo has come to learn precisely why.

in a heartbeat - meanie

Mingyu finds himself drawn to him, to his effortlessly handsome features and slender frame, to the way the sunlight reflects off his dark hair just so, to the slight scrunch of his nose when he smiles.

For the first time in his life, Mingyu forgets to take a photo.

in out up down - soonwoo

To forget, to remember, to live, to die. They’re all jumbled up lately, and Wonwoo can’t seem to remember what the difference is.

inhale/exhale - wonhoon

Wonwoo hides behind his sweaters. The world is a scary place.

it’s alright if it’s you - wonshua

let it be known that:

1) joshua hong jisoo hates skin contact with a burning passion

2) jeon wonwoo loves it

and

3) jisoo can do anything for his boyfriend

it’s my favourite thing - meanie

Long before they became intimate, long before he fell for his friend, Wonwoo noticed Mingyu’s mouth.

jazzcat tango - soonwoo

Just a couple of guys on a cruise through the stars, searching every corner of the galaxy for something they don’t know how to find, only now they have a cat.

kiss me through the phone - meanie

mingyu’s a solo artist dating his manager, wonwoo. he wishes it wasn’t so secret, though.

kitten

Wonwoo wants attention. He’s not very good at exactly asking, though.

keep me in your chest - wonhan

Jeonghan leads a very comfortable life. It’s not often he gets the feeling something is about to burn.

liar liar pants on fire - meanie

No one believes Mingyu when he says he’s dating Wonwoo.

leave (vb): to go away from, to remain - meanie

You always hear stories about the one being left behind. They should tell more stories about the ones leaving, Mingyu thinks, as he stares blankly at the road disappearing behind him in the rearview mirror. Because they all talk about being left behind, but no one ever told him that leaving would hurt like this.

(In which Mingyu is Wonwoo’s moon.)

light up a fire - meanie

wonwoo’s six break ups with mingyu

like the broken pottery mended with gold - wonhui

“You’re not a robot, are you?” Wonwoo asked, incredulous. Junhui laughed at him instead of answering. And Wonwoo could only stare from across the table, transfixed, because when Junhui laughed the rest of his body also laughed with him. That, Wonwoo thought, might just be one of the most charming things he had ever seen. * The world broke for Junhui. Wonwoo put his pieces back together. Kind of.

love story of a boy - soonwoo

Soonyoung doesn’t remember a time when he didn’t know Wonwoo, doesn’t remember a time when he didn’t know how it felt to have Wonwoo next to him.

Childhood friends AU, posted for Soonwoonet’s PushxPull Fanfiction Challenge.

love you so loud - meanie

“So I guess what I mean is, find someone you’d wait to have brunch with.”

messier 31 (all of the above) - soonwoo

There’s just so much light, knitted into the dark between stars and clouds of gas and dust, that the human eye can’t see no matter how long it looks or how wide it’s opened.

morning rush - soonwoo

In which Soonyoung finds love in a hopeless place. Not really, he’s just running late on one particular day and has to enter a battlefield, also known as, Japan’s railway morning rush, when he finds himself utterly and irrevocably whipped for a stranger he meets inside a very, very crowded train.

muscles and flowers - meanie

a day in the life of florist wonwoo and fitness trainer mingyu or the florist and fitness trainer au no one asked for but got it anyway

quiet love - wonhoon

Person A feels uncomfortable when people touch them; they don’t want people to think that they are trying to be rude or anything, so they often deal with this discomfort in order to fit in. Person B is the first to notice.

paper boats of love - meanie

Mingyu loves to send off small paper boats with cute sayings written on them on the pond near his house, hoping his neighbor will see him. One day, he’s surprised to see a paper boat that comes back with writing that isn’t his.

pack (and unpack (and unpack)) - wonhao

At the end of it all, there will be nothing but boxes full of things you don’t need and nowhere left to put them.

recollections - wonhui

Junhui reminds him of a storybook character, of one of those princesses trapped within a tower, unable to escape. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Wonwoo likes to indulge the delusion that he could be Junhui’s prince.

reinventing the flightless bird - soonwoo

Wonwoo already knows that folding paper is not as simple as it looks, but the boy in the library still takes every opportunity to show him exactly how.

save as draft - meanie

“I gotta write a poem; it’s due tomorrow.”

Mingyu doesn’t flinch, but Wonwoo uses his right foot to nudge a bit of his skin, trying to help him relax. “Shouldn’t you be writing it then, instead of doing laundry, ordering food and washing my hair?”

“You’re quite distracting.” But what he means is “you’re quite inspiring”.

-

Wonwoo has a poem to write for a class. And for the sake of his creativity, a night with Mingyu is all he needs.

seared into my heart - meanie

wonwoo waits for a name to appear on his wrist, not knowing that his soulmate is already seared into his heart.

second life ( of sorts ) - woncheol

seungcheol’s spell backfires. but everything goes as plans ( sort of ).

secret kisses behind the school gym - wonhao

Jeon Wonwoo the ordinary high school boy. Xu Minghao the school’s infamous delinquent.

They both shared a few things together. Things involving lips and secret jokes.

secrets we hold - wonshua

wonwoo likes jisoo. that’s it.

serenata - wonshua

The four instances Wonwoo remembers Joshua playing the guitar for him and the one time Joshua doesn’t.

shangri-la - wonhui

Junhui found love in art at the age of four. Wonwoo found love in music at the age of six. They would find love in each other at the age of twenty-three.

spectrum - wonhui

Jeon Wonwoo doesn’t know color, but he does know Wen Junhui.

taming more than beasts - soonwoo

Soonyoung can only dream of catching up to the prodigy named Jeon Wonwoo. When circumstances lead them to meet more often, however, he realizes that the school genius is more down-to-earth than he first thought.

take a sip from my secret potion - wonhoon

a potioneer and a herbal witch cross paths with a bad witch.

or, how wonwoo and jihoon forget their playful jabs and awkward tension to try to stop another witch from causing chaos.

take care

Wonwoo’s migraine is killing him- or, at least, that’s what it feels like. The members to their best to make it all better.

take my hand (take my whole life, too) - meanie

Mingyu loves spending time with his friend, Wonwoo. Mostly in bed, mostly without their clothes on.

Mingyu also wants to spend Wonwoo’s birthday with him, since that’d be cool.

Except Wonwoo has a date (or at least Mingyu thinks so) and now he has to think about why his heart aches at the thought if they aren’t in a relationship to begin with.

taste your name in my mouth - soonwoo

Wonwoo wonders why he is at the beach, in the cold, when a storm could start at any moment.

tell me we don’t look good together - meanie

q: what would you do if you could do anything without fear? a: tell him you love him.

tell me how to win your heart (i haven’t got a clue) - wonhoon

Jihoon is drunk out of his mind and decides now is the best time to discuss feelings. Wonwoo can do nothing but indulge.

tessellation, variegation, and other synonyms - soonwoo

Soonyoung wonders about a lot of things. Wonwoo, evidently, has his own curiosities.

the cat’s pyjamas - soonwoo

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. When Wonwoo moved into his new apartment with his boyfriend, he hadn’t been expecting the latter. Domestic pet-raising AU.

the equation of gravity - soonwoo

It’s kind of a paradox, really: they’re both wholly averse to love, but also half in love with each other.

(Soonyoung is the complete opposite of Wonwoo, but he’s a pretty good roommate. Anything more with him, though, would be messy. And to Wonwoo’s credit, he actually lasts a surprising amount of time before he feels the ground give out from underneath him and falls.)

the methods i do best - soonwoo

Everything starts, as it always does, with Seungkwan opening his mouth.

the snake that lives in water - soonwoo

When taking a job as a snake milker, Wonwoo assumed that his greatest challenge would be three-foot long, venomous reptiles.

As it turns out, it’s a lovesick co-worker.

these memories are for us - wonhui

Before they start their last year of college, Soonyoung convinces Junhui, Wonwoo and Jihoon to go on a road trip.

this might be cheesy, but i think you’re grate - wonhui

Junhui is a flirt. Wonwoo knows this. Hell, everyone does. Once Junhui warms up to you, he drops lines left and right. Most of their friends just roll their eyes and shake it off. Minghao sometimes smacks him. Seungkwan makes sassy comments about how he should stop learning Korean. Wonwoo mostly tries to pretend he hasn’t heard a single word and prays his pokerface is good enough to conceal the sheer gay panic that runs through his veins every time Junhui flirts with him.

thumbs up - wonhoon

It’s a twist of cheese bread, first.

That makes its way onto Jihoon’s desk, an assortment of food laid out for him.

to give back - wonhan

Wonwoo wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions. But that didn’t mean that he loved any lesser.

to write about love - soonwoo

I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow and decide that I really wanted to write about love - my first poem would be about you. Soonyoung owns a vegan bakery, Wonwoo’s a down on his luck author with writer’s block and sometimes we find good things in places we aren’t even looking.

transmogrify - soonwoo

in which wonwoo has an incurable disease, soonyoung is determined to cure said incurable disease, and stealing from a witch has consequences, no matter how pure your intentions.

(a fairy tale, kind of, with a happy ending, kind of.)

waiting up all night - meanie

“Up all night, by Oliver Tank.”

“Pardon?” He asks, curious about the sudden response.

The shorter boy smiles, “The song you were dancing to. It’s called Up all night by Oliver Tank. He makes good music.”

Or: where Mingyu waits each night for the mystery boy who buys a pack of cigarettes, skittles, m&m’s and recommends him songs.

wanna marry me? - wonhui

Jun has a plan to get free cake, and it involves proposing to Wonwoo. (or the one where WonHui get engaged for a week)

when the moonflower blooms - soonwoo

moon·flow·er /ˈmo͞onˌflou(ə)r/ noun a tropical American climbing plant of the morning glory family, with large, sweet-smelling white flowers that open at dusk and close at midday.

who do you love? - wonshua

Joshua was searching for the truth. For his love.

Luckily, Wonwoo left him clues to find it.

wishes for the moon - wonhui

Wonwoo is a cat who continuously has to watch Junhui get jerked around by the guy he’s dating. Desperately, he wants to become human in order to protect Junhui. Upon a night of the full moon, Wonwoo gets his wish.

you feel like summer time - meanie

The light from the slowly sinking sun creates a soft glow around Wonwoo’s head, revealing the warm brown tones in his hair that usually go unnoticed.

The smile drops from Mingyu’s face without him realizing it, completely lost in the ethereal aura of his best friend. It’s only when Wonwoo’s face falls in concern that Mingyu realizes he must be acting weird.

“Mingyu?” Wonwoo asks carefully, eyebrows knitting together. The pulse in Mingyu’s veins only quickens, because no matter what face Wonwoo pulls, it carefully tugs at each of Mingyu’s heartstrings.

—

Or—it’s summer time and maybe Mingyu is a little bit in love.

you make me feel (how you’re looking at me) - meanie

Wonwoo made room for Mingyu without being asked, put his back to the wall so Mingyu could slide right into his arms.

“Please,” Mingyu said in a whisper so soft that Wonwoo almost didn’t hear it. He didn’t need to. He knew what Mingyu was here for.

—Or—

Jeon Wonwoo’s continued collision with Kim Mingyu, or more correctly, with the truth.

[ao3feed-namkook]

Hold me tight and never let me go

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2wFLkgl

by Padsx

Zativa Empire, 1889

By order of the king, Jeon Jungkook of the house Jeon must be married, either with one or more alphas, the youngest of the house Jeon should wear a mating mark before the political marriage between the king and the prince of the kingdom Arconti .

...

Zativa Empire, 1892

Four years later, the mouths of all the nobles open like plates when the hottest gossip invades the entire empire.

Jeon Jungkook, one of the most precious jewels of the empire, returns home after his long journey, only to show off the engagement ring on his ring finger, exclaiming with joy that he would marry an alpha he met on his trip.

  It should be emphasised that some people are not happy with this notice.

Words: 300, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Everyone, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alpha Kim Namjoon | RM, Omega Jeon Jungkook, Alpha Min Yoongi | Suga, Alpha Kim Seokjin | Jin, Alpha Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Alpha Park Jimin (BTS), Alpha Kim Taehyung | V, Bottom Jeon Jungkook, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Marriage Contracts, Nobility, Past Abortion, Fluff, Angst, Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alpha Kim Mingyu

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[gyuzoh]

“풀어 POUR UP” KIM MINGYU—°

summary: bartender kim mingyu, who you have the undeniable hots for— denies your advances due to your promiscuous reputation as seoul’s newest and upcoming hottest female dj.

therefore you make it a mission to prove your god-sculpted eye candy, wrong.

playlist: pour up (dean), you know (jay park, okasian), 2nd thots (jay park), freak like me (camo), btbt (b.i)

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smoking/vaping, drugs and sex.

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chapter two.

warning! this chapter includes slight mentions of spiking, if this will make you uncomfortable i inform you not to read!

aka i didn’t realise how angsty i like to write my stories ;-; but our ship will finally make some progress.

last night was a fucking nightmare, you’re currently sat on the floor of your bathroom reconsidering the choices you made only less than twelve hours ago.

you had ended last night on the floor of the women’s restroom on your knees— unfortunately not in a stall occupied with mingyu, but rather puking up all the blue and gold liquor you had been handed by the other dj’s you acquainted who had also played that night.

“you gotta be shitting me,” you say as you held your own hair back, crouching over the toilet bowl. you’re not exactly one to get drunk, but you felt as though you needed some liquid courage to make some progress with mingyu.

that however, only lead to liquid terror. memories of last night continued to replay in your mind, the way you abruptly told mingyu to basically talk to your hand after your little argument as you ran with your hand on your mouth, gagging as you try to hold back the puke coming up. leaving mingyu, completely dumbfounded. “i’m never drinking ever again.”

it seems you would never be able to prove those rumours of yours false.

the door to your bathroom opens and heeseung emerges with a plastic bag in his hands. leaning down beside you, he places the bag on the ground and gently pulls your hair aside for you, replacing your hands with his so you could focus on throwing up with full force.

“nuna, you know you can’t handle your liquor,” he whispers, remembering how grumpy you got at him a long while back for speaking too loud whilst you were suffering from a hangover.

you groan in knowing frustration, sitting back up. heeseung lets your hair fall down on your back as he stands up-right, walking toward the sink and wetting a hand towel with warm water to wipe your face.

you stay slumped with your back toward the bathroom wall and wait for your younger brother to wipe your face for you.

“i bought you hangover soup and some supplements,” he tells you as he finishes up with wiping your lips, “i’m going out with beomgyu soon, so make sure to shower and eat.”

if it weren’t for the fact that heeseung was two years younger than you, you’re sure people would assume he was the older sibling with the way he was babying you.

you roll your eyes with a small smile, “i got it, just go.”

heeseung does a little grimace, moving back a couple of inches and covering his nose with his free hand.

“your breath stinks.”

it had been a couple of hours since heeseung had left home to go out with his friend. beomgyu was a year younger than you, and had made it increasingly obvious about the little crush he had on you.

you were flattered ofcourse, but being your little brothers friend, he was an immediate no. you did find him quite adorable, but in your eyes he just seemed like another younger brother to you— albeit less annoying.

you had just finished eating and was about to wash up when a ding and the vibration of your phone went off. you pick up your phone from the bench and turn it on, looking at the notification that lit up your screen.

an instagram message from wonwoo. you unlock your phone and open up the message to be greeted with a long paragraph of more information about the party for his friend that you were now going to be dj’ing at.

kwon soonyoung, you knew of him. soonyoung; or otherwise known as hoshi was a popular instagram influencer, and a well known underground ‘krnb’ artist. he gave you dean vibes if anyone were to ask you how you’d describe his music.

you were looking forward to this gig, being a small fan of his work and all. the party was planned to take place a week from today which meant you had work to do if you wanted to leave an impression on the partygoers. so you got to work.

“dude, i think i know my sister-“ heeseung says as he unlocks the door to your shared apartment, “she is so not interested in you.”

beomgyu sighs, knowing the inevitable. “like not even a slither of a chance?”

“no way.” the two boys enter the home and take off their shoes, making their way through the hallway and into the living room, where you sat on the ground infront of the couch.

your headset was plugged into your laptop and your eyes glued to the screen. beomgyu strides to the couch and takes a seat quite close to you, heeseung follows suit, throwing his feet on your shoulders as he sits down right behind you.

“hee, your socks reek.” heeseung rolls his eyes and gently kicks your shoulder as an act of pettiness. the two boys peer over your shoulders and watch you as you produce some new remixes for the upcoming party, incredibly stressed out.

beomgyu leans forward in curiousity, “where are you playing next?” he asks.

you remove your headset that was blasting music, turning toward the long haired male who was now inches away from your face. you cock an eyebrow asking him to repeat himself as the melodies were too loud in your eardrums to hear him the first time.

“oh, i was invited to play at a friend of a friend’s party.” calling wonwoo a friend felt awkward as it left your chapped lips, but it was the only thing you could describe the spectacled man as.

“you know hoshi?”

beomgyu and heeseung both perk up at the mention of the rhythm and blues singer, “you mean the one that works with producer woozi?” your brother asks, suddenly interested in your work for the first time.

you nod your head, placing your headset back on ready to continue your work as you only had less than a week to prepare. heeseung and beomgyu glance at each other in hopes you would be able to invite them with you, though you had no intention of doing so.

it’s the night of the party, and you’re clad in another skintight backless dress currently having a back and forth with your younger brother. “no hee, i’m not bringing you with me, you barely know anyone and neither do i.”

“that’s exactly why you should bring me, i’m company and in any case something goes wrong i’m right there with you!”

you roll your eyes at your brothers lame excuses and shake your head in disagreement, slipping on your black heels, you open the front door and walk outside to catch your uber, yelling out a quick and firm “no means no, nothing bad is going to happen and i’ll be home by 3am latest”.

the ride to the party was quiet, saying you were nervous would be an understatement. you’d never done a private gig before and especially not for someone with this much influence, though you couldn’t deny the offer— this would help your upcoming as seoul’s newest hottest dj.

the uber comes to a slow halt, you hop out of the black vehicle with a small thanks and strut to the front door of the two story house, the nerves kicking in.

upon opening the door, the loud music booms in your ears and you push through the intoxicated crowd, getting caught in between grinding couples once every five steps.

finally reaching the dj deck that was set up in the abnormally large lounging area, you scan the room for a familiar face, catching a glimpse of wonwoo speaking to the host of the party, hoshi.

you take a few more strides past dancing individuals and stand behind the taller men, tapping wonwoo on the shoulder.

wonwoo turns back to face you, throwing you a small smile. “hey, you made it,” he says.

you return his smile with your own and greet him with a small side hug, flashing a grin at the blonde haired male opposite you.

“hello, i’m soonyoung,” the blonde male extends his palm for a handshake which you return gratefully, responding with your own introduction.

“thanks for letting me play tonight, i really appreciate it,” soonyoung shakes his head and smiles at you widely.

“nah, thank you for accepting the offer, i’ve seen you around and you’re pretty good for a newcomer.”

you thank him and the three of you exchange small talk for the next couple of minutes before you feel a familiar sensation of needing to go to the toilet.

“where abouts is your bathroom?” soonyoung wraps his arm around your shoulder and guides you towards the restroom located at the other end of the house.

you thank the blonde male, and he offers to wait for you but you shoo him away, telling him not to worry and to go back to wonwoo.

as you twist the doorknob, the door opens from the opposite side and to your dismay, emerges an all too familiar face. your smile fades as you take in the appearance of your incredibly sexy, cheating ex-boyfriend. kim taehyung.

you must have a thing for the kim’s.

the two of you make eye contact, leaving you speechless. it had been a year since the two of you had even set foot in the same proximity, and your happiness is immediately overshadowed by the immense feeling of dejection.

you try to ignore the male, forcing your way past him and nudging his shoulder but he grabs your wrist as you pass him, spinning you to face him again.

“i miss you,” he whispers, but it was loud enough for you to clearly hear his deep voice. liar, all he does is lie.

you snatch your hand back, throwing him an intense glare and you shut the door in his gorgeous face. you were over him, so incredibly over him— but the sadness was still evident.

that man was your first love. in fact, he was the one who had introduced you to the life of dj’ing, as he was a well known dj himself.

mingyu walks into the party, accompanied by somi who was wrapped around his biceps. the couple push through the crowd and make their own way to the lounging area, greeting friends they knew.

“you’re here!” soonyoung says, pulling mingyu into a bear hug. the taller male grins at the main character of tonight’s event and ruffles his friends hair, the flowery shampoo filling mingyu’s nose.

“i wouldn’t miss your parties even if i was on the brink of death.”

soonyoung hands mingyu a cup of liquor, which he gladly accepts and takes a sip before handing the drink to somi.

the music that was blasting comes to a halt with the sound of the dj disc scratch, “are you ready to have some fucking fun?”

your voice booms through the microphone as you twist the discs of the dj deck, pressing a few buttons and playing your first track of the night.

mingyu looks up toward the lifted stage get-up as he hears your voice booming through the speakers. soonyoung throws his hands up in the air and yells a ‘fuck yeah’, following the crowd who was doing the same.

you stood there clad in a headset once again, spinning the disks as you mix tracks for the crowd to get hyped to, dancing drunk on liquor, the bass vibrating the walls, which you hoped were soundproof for the sake of the neighbours.

taehyung was at the back of your mind as you played, distracting you, and it didn’t help that he was staring holes into your forehead as he sat on the leather couch, only a few ten metres away from you.

remember when you said you were never drinking again? that was a lie, you needed some strong liquor right now to distract you from the distraction of him.

for the first time, you gladly accept drinks from the intoxicated men who had hoped to get under your dress, downing them one by one in hopes you’d be able to forget you had seen your ex-boyfriend for the first time since the breakup.

your set time was over, and your mind was all fuzzy, though not just from the liquor you had accepted. you didn’t know what it was but it wasn’t just intoxication from alcohol.

the music blasting was becoming muffled, and your vision was going blank as you felt hands on your body, guiding you to a secluded bedroom. you try to resist and push the male away you don’t recognise but your body felt weak, way weaker than it usually did.

you were scared, having some sense left in you.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you hear, and then the heavy weight of the unfamiliar male was lifted off you.

you open your eyes and see taehyung holding onto you, glaring at the man who had tried to take advantage of you only moments before. the male cowardly runs off leaving you with taehyung, who you wished to avoid the rest of tonight.

“are you a fucking idiot?” he exclaims, holding you up, “why do you just accept drinks left and right, you were almost fucking taken advantage of just now.”

you hated his voice, the concern in it especially. he wasn’t so worried about how you’d feel the night you walked in on him with another female in his bed.

“who are you to worry about me?” you slur, pushing him back away from you. the strength you had left over in your legs gave out, and taehyung leans forward to catch you.

your ex-boyfriend sighs in frustration, “come on, i’ll take you home.”

you shake your head no and with the last of your strength you push him away again, and you try to run away from him, but he grabs your wrist again in which you yell in pain. “get the fuck away from me!”

mingyu and somi were on their way to the bathroom, their hands all over eachother and ignoring those they bumped into on the way, but mingyu pulls away from her body when he hears your loud voice only a few steps away.

he looks towards your direction, where you’re actively pushing away taehyung and to him, he sees a helpless female and an aggressive male.

mingyu quickly rushes over to the two of you, ignoring somi who actively tries to stop him, and pulls you into his broad chest. he throws daggers toward taehyung, who glares back at him. “who are you?”

taehyung rolls his eyes, “who am i? i’m her ex, who the fuck are you?”

before mingyu could open his thin pink lips to respond, you lift up your hand to clench the sleeve of his tee that wrapped his biceps, making him look down at you.

he takes notice of your fast breathing and disheveled state, his blood boils as he realises what’s happened to you.

“did you spike her?” mingyu was angry, and this man barely ever felt that emotion. taehyung’s eyes widen at the accusation, vigorously shaking his head no, but mingyu didn’t care.

the man holding you was about to get violent, and with the little sobriety you had left in you, you grip his shirt tighter, now shaking your own head no.

“i just want to go home,” you whisper, your voice hoarse.

mingyu nods and gently holds you, asking you where your bag and phone was, which you inform him was with wonwoo at the deck.

somi was fuming, the sight of mingyu holding you with so much care in the world made her want to puke. “gyu, can’t you just leave her?”

mingyu looked back at somi with a shocked expression, “how can you just say that when someone you know can barely mutter a sentence under the influence of drugs she wasn’t aware she was given?” he continues to hold you as he guides you back toward his friends, slowly.

“how do you know she’s not just faking it?” somi exclaims, sure of the fact you were just seeking for attention from her man. at this point, mingyu was flabbergasted and had enough.

“find your own way home,” he spat.

“whoa, what happened?” wonwoo questions his roommate, who was grabbing your things in one hand while his other arm was occupated with holding onto you.

“i’m going to take her home.” wonwoo nods in understanding once seeing your state. soonyoung gasps once he realises what’s happened at his party, feeling guilty. mingyu assures his friend it’s not his fault, and not to worry about it.

the two of you make your way outside, the fresh breeze allowing you to breathe freely, and mingyu hands you a water bottle he claimed from the fridge in the kitchen on the way to the front door.

you sip the water slowly, eyes still drooping as mingyu asks you where you live, to which you don’t respond. you didn’t want to go home and allow heeseung to see you in such a state, knowing he’ll tell you he was right to come with you.

mingyu asks again, being patient with you. “i don’t want to go home.”

he shakes his head and tells you he has to get you home, and reaches for your phone in your bag that he held, which was once again flat.

the screen was unresponsive and the power button was pressed multiple times in attempts to turn it on, which it obviously does not.

mingyu had no choice but to order an uber to his own place.

the driver arrives in a silver car, and mingyu gently lifts you and walks you to the vehicle, careful to not shake you.

the ride is quiet, mainly because you were snoring softly with your head on his shoulders, your arms wrapped around his bicep in comfort and hair sticking to the sides of your face because of the sweat.

mingyu pushes your hair behind your ear with his free hand, gently as to not wake you until the drive was complete.

taglist: @mochami-mochi @gyuwoosbabie @minmangyu

[guccisvt]

~strip

Genre: Smut, stripper!mingyu Word Count: +2.2k Warnings: Swearing, stripper Mingyu Summary: For your birthday, you and your friends go out for a little fun. Little did you know, you would be receiving the full package from a certain someone.

“____, let’s go already!!!” Irene shouted from outside the bathroom. You took the cap off of your perfume bottle and sprayed a bit of the scent on your body. Tonight was your birthday, you and your friends decided to go out tonight for a little fun. 

“Alright, let’s go,” You said, opening the door with a big smile. To be honest, you had never been to a male strip club before. This was all organized by Irene and Jennie, and at first, you were skeptical. But after hours and hours of relentless begging by your two friends, you finally agreed to go. You could feel the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, but you pushed them aside because it was your night to enjoy yourself. 

“Finally she is ready,”  Jennie said, pushing herself off of the couch. All three of you walked towards the front door, the room dropping 10 degrees as soon as the front door opened. 

“I can’t wait to have a dick shaken in front of my face,” Irene said, sitting down inside the limo that she had rented for the occasion, “you think I’m joking but I’m serious. I haven't gotten any action in like, a year.”

“Bro that’s nasty,” Jennie began, “Dicks are gross in general. Like please, keep your pants on. I’m excited about seeing all the beautiful sweaty men suggestively dancing for me.” Jennie reached into the limo’s mini-fridge and pulled out 3 personal-sized bottles of alcohol. She distributed them amongst the group, you immediately opened yours and took a shot of the bitter liquid in hopes it would calm the nerves in your stomach. 

“Okay so ___, we have something to tell you,” Irene said.

“I swear to god if you’re asking me to pay for some of this, I will kill you guys,” You said, taking another swig off of your bottle.

“No, not that. It would be nice if you donated a couple bucks, but no. We bought out the entire strip club, and we booked you the hottest guy in the club!” Irene said, a giant smile wiped across her face. 

“What’s his name?” You asked, pulling out your phone.

“Kim Mingyu.”

You typed the name followed by ‘stripper’ into the search bar, and you were absolutely amazed by the results. Tall, dark brown hair, striking eyes, cute but sexy smile, and a body sculpted by the gods. 

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. He is gorgeous,” You gawked, your eyes scanning every picture that showed up. His body was so defined, his face was so attractive, he was 100% man and you were 100% sure you wanted him.

“Why do you think we got him for you?” Jennie asked as she fiddled with her phone.

“So I get to have this god grind on me all night?”

“Yes. We also bought ourselves strippers, they are pretty hot too,” Irene said, typing the name of her man into her phone, “Here. His name is Wonwoo, apparently, he and Mingyu are best friends. Look at how hot he is.”

Irene wasn’t lying, he was sexy. In your opinion, he was not as attractive as Mingyu, but he was still one of the best looking men you’ve ever seen.

“Mine is named Minghao. He is Chinese. Look at this man, he is a full course meal,” Jennie said with enthusiasm, facing her phone towards you. The man was tall and thin, his body was toned and his eyes had this seductive look to them. 

“Damn, sexy!!!!” You said, looking at Jennie’s phone. 

“I know, right! This man-snack is all mine tonight,” Jennie said, hungrily staring at the screen of her phone. The limo suddenly came to a stop, neon signs outside the vehicle were shining in through the tinted windows. The neon sign read “The Sausage Factory,” very suggestive but somehow discreet. 

“Alright bitches, we are here. Get ready to parrrrtayyyyy!” Irene said, taking the remaining bits of alcohol into her mouth. She set the bottle down on the little table in the limo. The chauffeur opened the limousine doors, all of you piled out one by one and regained the balance the liquor taken away in the car. 

“I’m so excited,” you said, walking towards the doors of the club. The place was very clean, it wasn’t grimy and trashy like the other places you had been. It was high-end, top-notch if you will. You bowed your head to the man who held the door open as a silent thank you, the darkness of the room being shut out by neon lights and loud music. As you entered the main room of the building, you saw three men in tight, bright, skimpy underwear. They were casually chatting, but all their attention suddenly went to the three of you as you walked deeper into the main room. 

“Ladies, welcome,” the slimmer one said to the three of you. The two other boys stood behind him, Mingyu standing out the most to you. 

“Which one of you beautiful women is Jennie?” Minghao asked as Jennie eagerly shot up her hand. “Come with me, darling,” Minghao said, walking towards a private room. Before Jennie disappeared, she turned around and gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. 

“Irene,” Wonwoo began. His voice was so deep, your heart skipped a beat. “Would you please come with me?” He asked, his light pink lips curling up into a devilish little grin. He held out his hand and Irene took it, the pair walked off towards a pair of doors on the opposite sides of the room. 

“So I guess that leaves us,” Mingyu stated, his eyes were bright and welcoming but his body was oh so sinful. 

“Yeah, I guess,”  You shyly stated as a blush rose to your cheeks. 

“Don’t be nervous, beautiful. From what I understand, it is your birthday. Your friends rented out the entire club just for you. They rented out separate rooms so you could have me all to yourself. So don’t be afraid, it’s just us, there are no prying eyes here,” He said, a comforting smile flashing across his face. 

“Are we going to start this show or what,” You said, your eyes beginning to wander down his body. His toned and oiled abs made your core clench, if only he wasn’t just a stripper. 

“Somebody is eager,” Mingyu said with a chuckle as he led you to a booth near the stage. 

“How could I not be, I mean look at you,” You stated as you looked all the way from his toned back to his muscular calves. His thighs were sinfully thick and his ass was round and strong. 

“If you take a seat here, I’ll begin your special show,” He said with a wink. You took a seat and fidgeted with your dress as the music became louder and more upbeat. Mingyu climbed on top of the table and began dancing to the music, his hips moving with the beat. Your bottom lip found purchase between your teeth as you anticipated what would come with the beat drop, and when it finally came you were in shock. Mingyu dropped onto the table and began grinding with everything he had. His moved so smoothly, it was amazing. You squeezed your legs together as your breath hitched in your throat. You stared at every part of his body as he moved, you were practically drooling. 

“Do you like what you see?” He asked as he switched positions. His legs and one of his arms kept him balanced as he thrust into the air, his bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he looked you in the eye. 

“Definitely,” The position he was in gave you a perfect view of his muscular body. His thighs were flexed and his abs glistened. 

“I don’t ever do this with clients, but since you’re such a beautiful lady, I would be okay if you touched me,” He said, standing up.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything,” You said as your face turned red. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Yes I’m really fine with it,” He said, hopping off of the sturdy table. He walked closer to you and bent down so his face was near yours. “Are you fine with it?”

“Of course I’m fine with it,” you said, trailing a finger down his chest.

“Good,” He stated. Before you knew it, you were captured in a passionate kiss. His lips were so soft and moved in perfect harmony with yours, it was really unbelievable. His lips detached from yours and moved down to your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.

“So, I’m guessing you have a lot of experience with this?” You asked in between soft moans and gasps for air. 

“Surprisingly not,” He said as his hands fiddled with the zipper of your dress. 

“Hm, that’s hard to believe, you’re so good,” You said as he pulled down the zipper and let your dress fall to the ground. 

“Damn baby, you’re gorgeous,” Mingyu said as he looked your body up and down. 

“If I’m gorgeous, that makes you a fucking god,” You said as your hands roamed his body. You let your fingers linger around the waistband of his tight red underwear. You pushed yourself against him just enough so your thigh rubbed against his bulge. He grunted with pleasure and squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Why don’t you take off those panties and sit on that table, babygirl,” Mingyu breathed into your ear. The feeling of his warm words against your neck made your core ache. You followed his orders, slowly pulling down your panties until the delicate fabric hit the ground. You stepped away from the garment and took a seat on the table where Mingyu was previously dancing. 

“Spread those legs, baby. You get all the attention tonight,” Mingyu said hungrily as he made his way to you. Once he was close enough, he dropped to his knees. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling them further apart for him. 

“I can already taste how sweet you are,” He said as he eyed your core, “I guess it’s a good thing that I haven’t eaten yet.”

“I suppose so. Now stop talking and show me what that mouth can really do.” The second the last word was uttered through your lips, his mouth attached to your throbbing heat. His tongue licked a long stripe up your center, the feeling of his lips on your pussy made you shake. He began to play with your clit, his tongue circling the small bud as his lips sucked at it unforgivingly. The sensation was so intense, it was nearly impossible to keep your moans in. The way his mouth worked on your dripping core was unbelievable; it was crazy, it was hot, and it was absolutely sinful. 

“Oh fuck yeah, give me more of that,” You screamed when he inserted two of his fingers into your tight hole. He pumped them at a decently fast speed, occasionally curling them inside of you. As you felt a familiar tingling in your stomach, you knew there was no way that you would last much longer. His tongue and fingers just felt so good, there was no doubt in your mind that you would be coming within the next couple of minutes. 

“Keep it up baby, I’m almost there,” You said in between moans. The noises coming between your legs suddenly sounded louder and more erotic as Mingyu quickened his speed. His fingers were practically pounding into your pussy, and he was licking, kissing and sucking your clit with more determination than before. Your moans became screams as your orgasm neared, the music in the background suddenly fading as all your attention was being given to the amount of pleasure you were receiving. 

“Fuck! Mingyu! I’m coming!” You screamed as your orgasm finally washed over you. Your muscles tensed up and your thighs began to shake. Mingyu removed his fingers and licked them clean before returning to your clit, giving gentle kitten licks to let you ride out your high. You fell back onto the table with your hands in your hair as you viciously panted. 

“Oh my god, you were so good,” You said quietly, still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm Mingyu had given you. 

“Thank you, love, it was all about you tonight,” He said, assisting you back up to a standing position. 

“And you’re sure you haven’t done that with any of your other customers?” You asked, skeptical because of the amount of skill he expressed.

“I’m positive. I’m not lying either,” He said with a dorky smile, “And you should probably put your clothes back on before your friends get back out here. They might become jealous because their strippers didn’t eat them out.”

“You’re right, they would,” You began, “Also Thank you. That was amazing,” You said as you put your panties back on.

“No problem, sweetheart.” You zipped up your dress and adjusted your hair in an attempt to make yourself look presentable. Soon after, Jennie and Irene walked out of their separate rooms, a smile on both of their faces. 

“Hey, before you and your friends leave, can I ask for your number or something? I’d really like it if you came back so I could give you a Delux Package, no charge,” Mingyu whispered in your ear casually. 

“Deluxe Package? I’m in.”

~strawberry