#kim mingyyu

[lustbile-archive]

[10:52PM]

smut

It didn’t take a lot of work to get Mingyu riled up. Whether it was innocently grabbing at his thigh, wearing a pair of leggings that were tighter than normal, or even just casually mentioning the color of your underwear, he had always been easily excitable from the moment you started seriously dating. But the one thing that always seemed to work a little too well, was simply just telling him that you loved him. Something about doting over him, stroking his ego, and letting him know just how much he meant to you always had him rock solid in only a few minutes.

This inkling of information biting at the back of your mind as you lie with your back pressed tightly against his chest on the worn couch tucked into the corner of the small living room of your apartment, his fingers distracting you from the blaring film in front of you as they tap against your skin. He had only innocent intentions when his hand had wandered under your shirt, the action not even being a conscious decision at this point as it always seemed he had to be touching your skin in some way. Though, the more he pressed slow circles into the sensitive skin, the more your stomach turned and your mind blurred, the movie quickly fading into moving shapes and slurred gibberish as you floated away into your thoughts.

You are pulled back into your reality, when the thoughtless movement of his hand causes his fingers to dip into the waistband of your shorts, the callused tips brushing against the band of your underwear making a shiver run up your spine. When you turn your head to look at the boy behind you, the action seems to be completely unintentional, as Mingyu’s eyes are glazed over and his jaw slightly drooping as his focus is fully on the film in front of him.

“Mingyu...” you turn to lay on your back as you whisper his name, his hand landing just beneath your ribcage. He only quietly hums in response, his eyes too busy darting to follow the motion on the screen, the miniature version of the scene reflecting in his warm eyes. You whisper his name more urgently at the lack of attention you receive, your hand reaching to scrape your nails against his scalp in the spot you learned makes him whine. A tiny squeak of a sound is heard from the back of his throat as he turns his head to face you, his eyes reluctantly following a few seconds later.

“What’s the matter baby?” his voice gruff from lack of use, his head tilting slightly and his eyebrows threading together as he spoke.

You press your mouth tightly against his in a brief kiss, before you pull away to dig the tip of your nose into the skin of his cheek, nuzzling the soft flesh, “I love you.”

When you pull away to meet his eyes, a warm blush has made a home on the tips of his ears and the skin of his cheeks and neck, a confused yet endeared look lingering in his eyes.

“I love you too,” his arms tighten around you to pull you back into the warmth of his chest as he attempts to hide you from seeing his flustered state caused by the suddenness of the comment.

You’re quick to press your forearms his chest to aid in your wiggling to bring your face back into his field of vision, “I love you so much Mingyu,” you pull your arm from where it was trapped between your bodies to begin pinching at his flushed skin, the tone of your voice slipping into an obnoxious form of baby talk, “You’re so handsome, and talented, and your such a sweetheart. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

The strangled sound the falls from his mouth does nothing to hide the way his chest begins to swell with pride, but you're denied the sight of his grin when his hand lands flat against your face, covering it in its entirety, and turning your head away from him. Your fingers grab and dig at his wrist in an attempt to pull him away from blocking your view, and you can do nothing to help the giggles that fly out of you at his clumsy reaction to your compliments.

“Mingyu stop,” your finally able to remove his hand, making it land on the fabric next to your head, allowing yourself the ability to grin up at him, the smile stretched across your face mirroring the one he wore perfectly, “let me tell you how perfect you are.”

“No stop,” his words come out as a low grumble when he grabs at your waist to push you away, turning you to lay on your stomach, “I know I’m perfect shut up.”

His hips press into you as he lays his body across yours, leaning his whole weight against you. Your breath comes out in puffs as you let out whines of his name, “Gyu, let me love you.”

“No. You’ve done enough loving for today,” his nose digs into the skin beneath your jaw and his teeth playfully nips at the flesh of your neck. A wicked smile pulls at your lips as you feel the telling signs of his forming arousal pressing into your upper thigh.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” you grind back onto him, making his hips involuntarily cant into you with your teasing, “you seem to love it a lot actually from what I’m feeling. You get worked up so easily baby.”

“I can’t have any peace around you, you absolute beast,” he scolds before quickening the pace of his thrust against you, the weight knocking one of your legs off the couch and pressing your face deeper into the cushion.

“Do something about it then,” your hips pushing back to meet his as you finally gain enough strength and control to press up on your knee making your back arch beneath him, “All I said was I love you and now you want to fuck my brains out.”

“You always get what you want huh?” you hum in response as he uses one hand to grab at your wrists, locking your hands above your head, his other reaching between you to pull at the shorts wrapped tightly around your hips. The fabric and his unwillingness to leave your body making the task more difficult than he had anticipated. He huffs in annoyance, only pulling until the fabric was low enough for him to get at you.

“I wouldn’t expect everything I wanted if you didn’t always give me it to me so easily,” you start to squirm at the feeling of his arm moving to pull himself from his loose sweatpants, and you let out a whine when he presses into the tight space between your thighs.

His hand tightens around your wrists and he pants quietly into your ear. He presses deeper until his tip dips into where your body is spilling evidence of your arousal, “oh so you’re saying it’s my fault you're such a brat?” his voice weirdly steady for his actions as he teases you.

“That's exactly what I’m saying,” you all but purr at the feeling of his dampened head dragging against your skin before it presses harshly against your clit, “you spoil me too much.”

“And I would stop if you weren’t so fucking cute,” he runs himself against you a few more times before he slowly presses himself into you, the stretch makes you whine as he grumbles deeply about how wet you were for him. Your nails scratch against the couch and he loses his breath once he is fully seated into you, the size of him dragging against every inch of you making your nerves light up.

The grip around your wrists loosens as he falls to support himself with his elbow on the couch next to your head, his other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you tightly against him. He slowly pulls out of you until only half of him remains before he’s slowly pushing his hips to press deeply once more. His pace becomes slow and deep from the closeness of your bodies.

His teeth dig into the skin of your jaw as you tighten around him with a whine. One hand continues to claw at the worn fabric of your secondhand couch as the other frantically scrambles to find his. Through the fuzziness of his mind caused by how tightly you clamped around him, he grabs at your panicked hand, lacing your fingers together and squeezing.

“This is why you get what you want baby,” the hand wrapped around you gropes at your skin as he speaks. Your breath ragged and shallow from how deeply he pressed you into cushions, the weight of him surely would have caused you to suffocate if it wasn’t for you turning your head to the side as he seemed perfectly content with pressing your nose into the stuffy fabric, “you always take me so well sweetheart. I’d give you the world if I could.”

“Oh, I can’t be lovey dovey, but you can say shit like that?” your taunts hold less of a bite as your voice comes out airy and broken with whines. His length rubbing harshly into the spot inside you that makes you dizzy, and your thoughts muddled.

“I’ll say whatever I want,” his hand moves lower as he speak, pinching at your skin, while his other tightens around yours, “you make me feel so good I might fuck around and accidently tell you what I got you for your birthday or something.”

You laugh despite the bites of pleasure running over you, slowly shaking your head at your boyfriend’s ridiculous choice of pillow talk. Though, your quiet shame is quickly interrupted by a yelp when his hand reaches its destination to pinch at your sensitive clit.

“God Mingyu,” his fingers begin rubbing sloppy shapes into the skin and you curl into yourself making your shoulder blade dig into his chest. Your leg drops lower as you squirm and shake against him, your toes crushing against the hardwood and the muscles of your thigh begin to cramp. You would be whining in pain if it weren’t for the way he knocked his hips against you as he halted his thrust to grind against you instead.

“You gonna come for me baby?” you keen as his fingers flick quickly against you. You can only babble in response, making him let out a boyish giggle in your ear, “Of course you are. My sweet baby always comes so hard for me.”

His praises make you whine as the promise of an orgasm crawls across your skin. Mingyu releases your hand to thread his fingers into the hair against your scalp and pulls, making your head tilt back, your neck and back arching painfully as your toes curl. He grins down at you like a shark at the sight of your bottom lips being abused by your gritting teeth.

“There you go. Come nice and pretty for me,” he tilts his head to press his mouth against yours, his tongue forcing your lips apart so he can explore your mouth and absorb the cries crawling from your throat. The feeling of his tongue thrumming against the back of your teeth and swiping against your own, paired with the relentless quickness of his fingers pulls you over the edge, and soon your eyes roll back as you come. The rough pulsing of his hips make you feel delirious as you desperately try to grab at anything solid as it feels like your orgasm rips you apart at every seam. Mingyu has the audacity to laugh into your open mouth.

You find the strength to grab at the wrist of the hand still torturing your hypersensitive bundle of nerves, and the bite of your nails digging into the skin makes him grunt and his hips stutter. You feel a low groan rumble in his chest as his own orgasm takes over him. The feeling of his come flooding so deeply inside of you making sparks of aftershock lick at you like flames. Quiet whimpers adding to the tears that roll down your cheeks as he pulls you closer than you thought possible.

He finally releases your hair from his grip and pulls his mouth away, and you unceremoniously fall onto the soft fabric. The sounds of your satisfied whines and his panting breath covered by the still blaring movie in front of you. A quiet ‘oof’ shoots from your chest when his arms give out making him land completely on top of you.

“Gyu,” your hand reaches down to dig your nails into the flesh of his ass, fearing he may pull away before you're ready. He only loudly grunts in response, “I can feel your sweat through both of our shirts.”

“Can you not bully me right now I just came,” he presses kisses across the skin of your neck, licking and biting at the damp flesh.

“Why not?” you turn as much as his weight allows, making his arms tighten around you, “Post orgasm is the best time to bully someone. They’re vulnerable. Kick ya while you’re down y’know?”

“You are so lucky I love you, because you are not funny.”

You gasp, kicking your legs back to hook your foot in the bend of his knee, as you wiggle against him, “I love you too.”

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*heart eyes 😍*