Prettygyuuu - Lin.

am i the only one who wants mingyu to sink those fangs into me qwq

ok but like i’m convinced gyu is always biting you

hear me out (but like 18+)

he loves kisses, both giving and receiving, so it’s somethin about the way his endless kisses turn into sucking then when what he deems the perfect spot is found, you feel the sudden sharpness of his fucking teeth?? 

no one asked, no warning, he just does it and you literally adore it

he'll nip at you playfully whenever he spots a patch of exposed skin and he'll fucking giggle afterward like who gave him the right??

so it doesn’t even have to be when you're intimate, or when he's inside you, though he’s slightly obsessed with leaving love bites all over your pretty skin when his body is flush against yours, his cock reaching depths you didn’t even know could be touched AHEM and like if you’re in an accommodating position he’ll bite down on your shoulder, your neck, your collarbone when he cums in you. it’s like an instinct when he’s overwhelmed by pleasure

sometimes before he eats you out he’s trailing kisses all over your inner thigh and you just look so good, so pretty, so mouthwatering that he has to just leave a little nip, sneak a small taste :( it makes you jump every time, naturally, but it only pushes you to grab his hair and lead his lips to your own no matter which ones

he hasn’t broken the skin before but sometimes the marks he leaves behind are dark and you kind of love it bcus it’s like a reminder that you’re his so you wear them proudly :’) 

anyway nom nom chomp chomp am i right (i’m crying)

i can't believe this is the world we live in...

I have no words……

tagged by @madeforgyu <3

list five songs you actually listen to then tag 10 other ppl.

here're my current top 5 songs:

kidult — svt

perfect night — le sserafim

fact check — nct 127

make a wish — nct u

red lights — bangchan and hyunjin of stray kids

tagging (no pressure!): @milfgyuu @bitchlessdino @multi-kpop-fanfics @teasteeper

tagging my favorite authors

Tagged by @channieandhisgoonsquad ❤️

RULES: When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people!!

Here we go, love my on Repeat playlist:

Volcano - HAN (once we get this on Spotify I will never stop listening)

Stupid for you - Waterparks

Blood Orange - The Wldlfe

Pass the Nirvana - Pierce the Veil

Yo No Soy Celoso - Bad Bunny

Tagging: @sometimesleeknows @iceeh @scallywag1299 @producedbyhan @candented-dawn @caedi @hiddlestandom @agibbangs @quokki @br3anna-nels0n

midnight kim mingyu x afab!reader (18+)

content: npr, mild angst because gyu is Crying, drunk sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, cumming untouched, friends (idiots) to something

word count: 2.3k

it's far past the hour you’d normally be asleep. the sun is long gone, the world’s sounds muted. the peace only makes the rattling of your phone more evident and you blindly smack your nightstand to find it.

“mmhello?” it’s slurred from sleep, but no more than the voice that comes from the other end. 

“hey… hey, can you—” hiccup “—could you unlock the door? uh, please?” 

you’re upright in a second, nearly falling out of bed as you stumble to your front door, fumbling to unlock it. when it swings open, the sight is only a bit worse than you expected. “gyu?” your phone is still in your hand, the call unended even though the party on the other line is standing right in front of you. 

though a bit hunched, face flushed, gaze half-lidded and hazy, mingyu manages a large smile, canines peeking, as he lifts up the 6-pack—well, now 4-pack—of beer as a greeting. 

“hey,” he draws out the word in a long sigh, swaying a bit. “can i, uh, come—” hiccup “—come in? can i come in? pretty please?” 

you nod quickly. he doesn’t need to ask but even if he was sober he likely still would. it isn’t the first time you've seen mingyu drunk. he always claims he’s “just a little tipsy” even though you can hear the way the end of his words meld into each other, can smell the liquor on his breath, notice the way he can barely keep his eyes open during his conversations. 

but this is different. 

it’s late, for starters. and on a thursday. mingyu knows your schedule, knows how early you turn in due to your horrid work hours. he wouldn’t just show up unannounced, and certainly not drunk, past midnight if it wasn’t serious. 

and as he settles down into your couch, you notice something else. his eyes, though often red from either sleep, drunkenness, or the mull of cannabis, are not only rosy, but swollen. 

“gyu,” you start again after you’ve gotten the two of you glasses of water which, admittedly, mingyu doesn’t seem to be interested in as he opens another beer. “have you been… have you been crying?” 

he hums, swallowing down nearly half of the bottle before sighing. “lil’ bit,” he says simply. there’s a period of silence, your question unspoken yet both of you hear it. “saw ‘em,” he adds, taking another swig. “saw the two of ‘em, just like you’ve been saying.”

oh.

you can’t say you’re surprised, though the words do stun you to silence for a moment. you had brought your concerns with mingyu’s relationship to his attention long ago, but his positivity was quick to muffle your worries. but now the worst case scenario seems to have finally taken place and it’s tearing him up just as brutally as you’d always feared. 

“gyu, i’m… i’m so sorry.” it’s genuine, just like the simmering anger in your voice. “fuck, fuck them.”

mingyu laughs, but it isn’t his traditional giddy giggle, it’s sad. heartbreaking, really, and you reach over and grab a beer of your own, taking a sip and sighing heavily. “should’ve listened to you, huh?” you press your lips together, this isn’t the time for an ‘i told you so’ like you’d normally toss at him. 

mingyu looks much smaller than usual, like a part of him has just melted into his hoodie, becoming one with the cushions. his flushed cheeks are puffed out, lips pursed in a pout as he stares at his bottle, eyes wet and already refilling. 

“jus’… jus’ thought… thought maybe it’d be different, y’know?” 

you want to scream, to punch a wall and the face of every person who’s ever hurt him. your best friend has always been a giant teddy bear, both one of his most endearing traits and one of the scariest, making him an easy target, the perfect pawn to take advantage of. it keeps happening and you wish you could stop it single-handedly. instead, you take a long sip of your beer, drowning as much of your frustration as possible.

“i was hopeful,” you try, but mingyu catches your bluff, laughing into his bottle as he finishes it. “okay, but i mean… you seemed so happy. so, i wanted it to work out. for your sake.”

it’s quiet again, this one more deafening than the last. you think he says yeah, though it's barely audible, the clink of his empty bottle as he sets it on your coffee table louder than his words.

“hey,” you mutter, tilting your head towards one of the glasses of water. mingyu gives a look and you take a drink of yours to prove a point. he rolls his eyes, but takes a sip anyway before opening another beer, swallowing a much larger gulp with ease. 

unable to take the uncomfortable silence, you turn on the tv, the dull hum of netflix providing some normalcy in the quiet. 

“thanks,” is what breaks the quiet and you wonder at what point it was that mingyu moved closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder. it feels so natural. huh. 

“for what, gyu?” 

he repositions himself, peeking up at you with wide eyes. “for always bein’ here,” he whispers, swallowing another hiccup. he snuggles against your side, sighing softly. “you’re always… ready to fight the world f’ me, even if i don’t realize it needs to be fought, y’know?”

it’s true. it’s been that way for the last 5 years you’ve been friends. mingyu’s always been there for you, rubbing your back and holding your hand through rejections, the worst breakups, and familial arguments. just like you’ve always been there for him for every betrayal, every instance of poor judgment, every heartbreak. you’re inseparable, attached in heart and soul. that isn’t about to change. 

though it feels as though it’s changing now, the sign being the way mingyu straightens up, yet doesn’t add any more space between you, closing it with a minor lean, the slight tilt of his head. in a moment his lips are on yours, a warm feeling that’s more comfort than it is messy. though the buzz flowing between both of you is a mixture of emotion and alcohol, it’s intoxicating all the same. 

when you pull away, his brows furrow, but his eyes are still on your lips. “d’you… d’you want me to go?” he asks, though he knows the answer, he just wants to hear you say it. 

you shake your head, your hands traveling to cup his face. “no,” you whisper against his lips, “never.”

it’s just a word, but somehow it iterates everything you’ve been thinking for the last two years but haven’t found the time to say out loud. the moment just never seemed right. the surprise on mingyu’s face, the way his eyes dart to read yours, screams that he’s been thinking the same and you can’t believe how stupid the two of you’ve been. all the heartbreak that could have been avoided, the tears that didn’t need to be shed. 

the realization surges between the two of you and mingyu’s hands are under your shirt, fingers trailing over your sides with such tenderness it feels like warmth spreads throughout each area he touches. 

everything moves so quickly. from the way your kisses deepen, your hand finding their way into his hair, gripping as though to keep him as close to you as possible, desperately. years of pining, of want, all leading to this moment you never thought would actually happen. 

yet here you are now in your bed, your best friend looking down at you with something in his eyes that has heat stirring in your stomach and your heart skipping. you aren’t sure if you’re just drunk or if mingyu has always been this stunning and it seems he’s thinking the same thing about you. 

“you’re s’ fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours before trailing down your neck. his teeth graze a spot at the base and your back arches, a startling moan slipping through your lips. 

mingyu leans back, his eyes taking in your expression with interest. then his lips pull into a small lopsided smile, one that you’ve seen on occasion, but never in a situation like this. 

“mingyu, what’re—” your voice trails off into a yelp as his hands go to tug your shorts down your thighs. you’re too flustered to say anything, but it isn’t as though you’d protest. he hooks his fingers in the waist of your panties, hesitating and looking up at you, silently awaiting permission. you nod, somewhat impatient. “fuck, please.”

mingyu is oh-so-quick to oblige and soon you feel cool air between your thighs, quickly replaced by the heat of mingyu’s breath. he trails warm kisses along your inner thigh, surprisingly soft considering the intensity when he presses his tongue into your folds. his licks are eager, hot against your clit. your back arches, a shrill moan leaving you as you lift your hips. 

“gyu, please.” the begging spills out naturally before you can stop it. 

“please what?” mingyu responds tauntingly, pulling away with an arched brow. you whine and he fucking chuckles. you try to bring your legs together out of spite, but his hands keep them spread and he tilts his head. “c’mon,” his voice has lost some of its tease, replaced by an almost-whine of his own. “you’re gonna have to tell me what you want, kitten.”

the name itself makes you keen and any bratty quips you had prepared melt into something needier. inside is what you mutter, voice so quiet with embarrassment you’re afraid he’ll ask you to repeat yourself. but he doesn’t need to, given his own tension, he knows what you need. mingyu always knows. 

his tongue pushes into your warmth with a carnal urgency, his craving evident as he presses into your walls, a blend of you and his own drool streaming down his chin. 

“so good, feels s’ good, don’ stop” you’re babbling at this point, mind full of nothing but this pleasure you’ve never felt, not like this. it might be because it’s mingyu, the constant cause of your smiles, the blush on your cheeks, but you feel like your head is high in the clouds, your thoughts racing with nothing but him, and it feels so natural, so perfect. 

mingyu moans into you, the sound pulsing through your core. “fuck, ‘m so close, gyu, please, right there, ‘m gonna—” your voice breaks off into a whimpering moan as he hums into you. 

you come undone on his tongue and he savors every blissful drop as it floods. he pulls out slowly, trailing his tongue in a sensitive line from your hole to your clit. when he pulls away completely you whimper at the loss and he shoots you a small smile, holding up two fingers. “may i?” 

you’re still seeing stars but you nod all the same, drawing your knees up toward your chest. mingyu wastes no time, his fingers sliding in with ease, knuckles disappearing between your lips. your eyes roll back, lashes fluttering as he thrusts into you, pumping them into you at a pace that blurs your vision. 

you’re so sensitive you think you’ll cry, but it feels so good you’re unable to form words, only mewls and whines that somehow mingyu seems to understand. his fingers work into you with a rhythm you think is meant to drive you crazy and it’s absolutely working. drool drips from the corner of your mouth, the intoxication written all over your face from more than just booze. 

mingyu’s mouth is occupied with your thighs, your hips, any exposed skin he can find he kisses, sucks, bites, leaving beautiful splotches in his path. “you’re so beautiful,” he mutters into your skin. “so pretty, so amazing,” the praise is genuine and so gentle, a stark opposite to the movements of his fingers—how many is it now? you can’t tell but your pussy is pulling them in desperately like it needs to be filled, so you don’t even care. 

“so full,” is your giddy response and you can feel mingyu’s chuckle against your hip. “wan’ be full, so good, like when y’ fill me up, gyu” 

“oh, is that so, kitten?” he purrs, his thrusts steady. “wanted me for so long, hm?” 

“always,” the word comes out immediately, instinctively. even with your mind clouded with pleasure, it’s completely honest. “always wanted you, wanted y’ to make me feel good, knew you would. only you.” 

the sound mingyu makes is choked, but you can tell from the way his fingers slam into you that it’s just what he needed to hear. “oh, baby,” he says, voice tight. “i’ve wanted you f’ so long, so fuckin’ bad.”

the rush that hits is more than just heat, though you can’t name every emotion that surges with it. mingyu meets you there, a startled oh fuck leaving him when he realizes that it’s hit, even without a touch on your end. the thought makes your mind spin, his name the only thing leaving your lips as you blindly claw at his back, his hair, whatever you can reach. 

the moment trails off into pants, soft puffs of air that bounce off one another. there’s more to the silence than just your breaths, a series of unanswered questions that need to be addressed, emotions that have gone untouched for far too long. but there’s time for that, you think, as mingyu settles down into the pillow next to yours and you curl into him. he presses a soft, moist kiss to your forehead and you tilt your head. 

“gyu,” you finally say, voice shaky as you look up at him. “fuck, did you—?” 

mingyu’s response is a heavy sigh and a breathless laugh, one that elicits joy as opposed to the bitter heartbreak from earlier. when he looks at you, there’s a sparkle to his heavy eyes instead of pain and you think of how you could stare at this mingyu forever. then he speaks and you almost choke. 

“you fuckin’— you fuckin’ made me cum in my pants.”

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