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"Stop bombing Gaza"

Train graffiti in Rome

mingyu singing bittersweet during practice (a.k.a. this could have been a video)

no cuz all i could think of when i read this was

save a horse kim mingyu x afab!reader (18+)

summary: a country bar is the least likely of places you’d be if not for your friend’s invite. but, when they keep to tradition and bail, you quickly find another reason to stay. a six-foot, tanned, mouthwatering reason.

content: half-asleep!proofread, mingyu is a cowboy bartender idc, but kind of a slow burn/fluff at the beginning bc still such a gentleman idgi, oral (f receiving), drunken one-night-stand energy but probably gonna be a forever-night-stand, kinda size kink, fingering, pet names (sweetheart, darlin’, beautiful)

word count: ~3.3k

the neon sign flickers above the door, a beacon in the dusky evening promising cold beer and the warmth of a crowded bar. you still can’t believe you got yourself roped into this. the muffled country music makes you feel so out of your element, you consider turning around, but the temptation of drinks at such a discounted price will not be passed up.

you push through the wooden swing doors, the sound of laughter and twangy tunes spilling out to greet you. your friend waves you over, their smile bright amidst the sea of cowboy hats and boots. they’re your lifeline, the only reason you're considering spending your friday night in a place that feels like a film set from the wild west.

but no sooner have you ordered your first drink, your friend gets a call. something about it being a work emergency, and they're sorry, so sorry, but before you can plead they're gone and you're suddenly an island in a stream of two-stepping strangers and yeehaw’ing bar-goers.

you consider leaving, the door not too far and the comfort of your couch even closer in your mind. but then there's a voice, a deep rumble over the music.

"what can i get for ya, darlin’?"

you look up, and up, into sparkling dark eyes that have your heart skipping a beat.

your surroundings settle into a background hum as you take in the bartender moving effortlessly behind the bar. his movements are a dance of strength and grace, a testament to the insane physique hidden teased in a fitted dark denim vest that stretches across broad shoulders, exposes arms that could snap you in half, and tapers down to a lean waist. you can’t help but admire the way his muscles flex and shift with each pour and shake of a drink.

his skin is the color of rich caramel, a smooth canvas that speaks of days spent under the blistering sun. his curls are pressed to his forehead due to his hat and fuck, those beautiful eyes have a depth you could fall into and never hit bottom.

“another one of, um, these,” you gesture to your empty glass. “please,” you add, voice a hell of a lot steadier than you feel. he nods, and as he turns to grab a bottle, you make a mental note that you’ve been staring a little too intently. the drink is mixed before you know it and lands in front of you.

"here you go," he says, his voice a smooth drawl that seems to resonate just in the hollow of your chest. he leans in slightly and you’re enveloped in a scent that’s all warm leather and open fields. then the fucker smiles and it's like the room gets brighter. it's then that you see his sharp canines, giving him a predatory edge that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. "enjoy, sweetheart."

and just like that you realize you're not just staying for the drink.

after tackling the other patrons’ orders, heat rushes to your cheeks when his attention finds its way back to you.

“so, what brings you here of all places, beautiful?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice, clearly amused by your out-of-place demeanor in the rugged tavern.

“just keeping a promise to a friend,” you admit, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a huff. “though… clearly i’ve been stood up for something more pressing.” you roll your eyes and take another drink. sweeter than the last thing you had, but you’re not complaining. covers up the ick that liquor usually sends down your throat.

“their loss is my gain,” he replies smoothly, his eyes locking with yours. it’s flirtatious, a line delivered with the ease of a man used to charming his clientele, yet there's a glint of genuine interest that makes you smile despite yourself.

the conversation flows as easily as the drinks he pours. with each laugh, his eyes crinkle at the corners, his smile revealing those intriguing canines again. you find yourself opening up about your favorite books and the trips you've dreamed of taking, things you haven’t shared with anyone in a noisy bar before.

as the night wears on, the crowd thins out, and the music lowers to a gentle hum. you hadn’t noticed how many drinks you’ve had, each one crafted by his skilled hands, until you feel the warm buzz of tipsiness washing over you.

“i’m mingyu, by the way,” he finally says after a particularly hearty laugh, extending his hand across the bar. “rude of me not to introduce myself sooner.”

you take it, feeling the rough calluses against your palm, a testament to hard work. “nice to officially meet you, mingyu.”

“likewise,” he says with a grin that fades ever-so-slightly when he continues. “though, i hope you’re not planning on driving.”

you shake your head, reaching for your phone. “no, i’ll just call a rideshare. i took one here thinking my friend would be my ride back but...” your lips purse in a pout when the screen blurs slightly as you tap on the app, the alcohol muddying your coordination.

mingyu watches you struggle for a moment before he wipes his hands on a cloth and says, “hey, if you can wait a few minutes, i can give you a ride home. my shift’s just about over. if that’s… alright.”

there’s a moment’s hesitation. the sensible part of your brain reminds you that getting into a car with a stranger, even a disarmingly handsome one, isn’t usually a good idea. but then there’s the other part, the part that’s had a surprisingly good night because of this man, that trusts the kindness in his eyes.

“sure,” you find yourself saying, a little surprised at your own boldness. “that’d be nice, mingyu.”

as you wait for him to close up, leaning against the bar, you wonder if this night might just be the beginning of something unexpected. and for the first time since you walked through those swing doors, you’re glad your friend ditched you.

the ride through the quiet streets with mingyu is an unexpected comfort. the cab of his truck is clean and smells faintly of pine. he asks you about your favorite songs, and you find yourself talking about the music you love, the bands that no one else seems to know. mingyu listens, really listens, nodding along and occasionally tapping the steering wheel in agreement. you tell him about your dreams, the ones that keep you up at night, and he shares his own. you’re not sure if it’s just the buzz, but he’s so easy to talk to you wish the moment would never end.

when you arrive at your apartment, the world is spinning just a tad more than you'd like. mingyu comes around to your side, offering a steady arm as you make your way to the front door. he remains close, just in case, but his touch is respectful, never overstepping.

inside, the soft glow of your living room lamp feels welcoming. mingyu lingers in the doorway, ensuring you’re okay. "thanks for the ride," you say, a little more steadied now that you're home.

"anytime," he replies, and you believe him. there's a pause, a silent conversation where both of you wonder if this is where the night ends.

"would you like to come in for a drink?" you find yourself asking, the words surprising even you. "it, um, doesn’t have to be an alcoholic one." you add with a giggle, "it’d be kinda silly to try and make a drink for a professional, huh? i've probably got like... wine or a can of something, somewhere."

mingyu's eyes crinkle with amusement, the corner of his mouth lifting in an adorably crooked half-smile and he takes off his hat, ruffling his hair with his hand. “sure, darlin’, don't mind if i do.”

inside you shuffle to the kitchen, conscious of mingyu's presence filling your small apartment. there’s a part of you that wishes you’d uncharacteristically cleaned up before you went out for the night. you distract yourself from the idea by grabbing yourself a glass of wine to revive the buzz and breathe a sigh of relief to find a can of beer leftover from your friend’s last visit.

mingyu’s ridiculously large frame makes your loveseat look smaller than you remember. with your buzz revived and a slight tinge of pink at the tip of his ears, the conversation flows again, easy and free.

time slips by unnoticed, a quick glance at your phone being the only sign the night is waning. mingyu's addictive laughter fills your space and you start to notice a different kind of warmth spreading through you.

as the night deepens and the conversation touches on dreams and soft confessions, there's a shift in the air. a charge in the space between you and mingyu. electric, expectant. he’s listening to you recount a particularly embarrassing memory, his eyes never leaving your face, his smile encouraging every word.

then there's a pause, a lull in the storytelling, and you both laugh. a little nervously, a little excitedly. he looks at you, really looks at you. and not just at your eyes, but at your lips, and the world tilts slightly on its axis.

"i should probably go," mingyu says softly, but neither of you move. his voice is a low rumble, almost drowned out by the pounding of your heart.

"or… you could stay a little longer," you whisper, the words hanging in the thick silence between you.

he answers not with words but with a gentle hand reaching across the space to cradle the side of your face, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. your breath catches and then his lips are on yours, a soft pressure that's both a question and an answer.

you’re not sure which one of you deepens the kiss, but you’re practically melting into it. mingyu's lips are softer than you’d expect, but they’re moving with a careful intensity that sets your nerves alight. his touch grounding, safe.

when his arm hooks around you, it nearly takes your breath away. of course he’s strong. duh. but even with just a gentle hold it’s obvious. your tongue brushes against his lower lip and you’re almost surprised when he lets you in without hesitation, his hand going to your side and toying with the hem of your shirt. when his warm fingers brush against your skin the sound that you make is so startling to the both of you that you briefly separate. there’s a small string of drool on his chin and you can feel the mutual wetness on your own face.

his eyes are half-lidded, but still completely focused on you. there’s something different about them, something darker. hungrier. the ball of warmth grows in your stomach and you’re reaching for him again before you know it. he grabs your hand and tugs you into his arms, hooking his own around your waist and hoisting you up easily as he stands. the question is unspoken as your lips crash into each other again, but somehow you manage to mumble something along the lines of, “down the hall. last door on the left.”

the feeling of your bed under you is welcome, but not as much as the stunning man looming over you. you’re not really sure when he took his shirt off, or where it went, but you certainly aren’t complaining. just looking at him makes you drool.

as you’re fumbling to take your own shirt off, his fingers fly to the band of your pants and, ever the gentleman, he looks up at you to silently ask permission. granted as fuck. he tugs your pants down, your underwear with them. your face flares up and you fight the urge to bring your knees together. he makes it easy for you and his large hands keep them apart as he, again, just fucking looks at you. this time like you’re a 5-course meal. his hands only leave your knees so he can put them on your thighs, pressing into them as he dips his head down.

you bite back a squeal when his tongue laps over your folds, a warm tease to your hole and ending with small circles on your clit. you’re not sure if it’s spit or your own juices making that squelching sound or that has both his chin and lips glistening when he tilts his head. “fuck…” is the only word you can get out, your voice high and more desperate than you’ve heard it before.

he hums against your pussy, clearly pleased with the want in your voice before his tongue is at work again, making your vision blur even more as you lift your hips. “oh, fuck, please mingyu.”

to your horror, he pulls back, propping himself up on an elbow and using a finger to tauntingly trace your dripping slit. “what?” you whine, trying to move your hips again when his finger brushes against your hole. “why?”

the chuckle that leaves him sends chills through your entire body and you can feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second.

“well. i just don’t know what you want, exactly, sweetheart.” he says it with a tinge of playful condescension and you shiver as his finger moves up to your clit. “please what?”

you whine louder. “are you fucking serious—” your voice cuts as he momentarily lifts his hand away and you shake your head. “no, no, please. oh god, please i want you. i need you.”

your words seem to hit the right spot and he hums. you don’t see where he’s moved his hand, but you’re too delirious with desire to care. his voice is low and so fucking sexy when he speaks again. “where, baby?”

the answer leaves you before you can even think on it. “inside. fuck, mingyu, i need you inside. please.”

he doesn’t answer, given all the push he needs. suddenly you feel a thick finger at your hole and before you can register what’s about to happen it’s curling inside you. your jaw drops in a silent cry and for a moment, he hesitates. you push your hips down just for the chance to feel him even deeper.

“fuck,” it’s him saying it this time. he thrusts his finger into you and soon another one joins, pumping and curling into your oh-so-wet heat. the sloppy noises from your pussy fall in tune with the series of what mingyu thinks are beautiful moans spilling from your lips as your eyes roll back.

you’re not even aware that you’re dripping down his hand until he pulls it out with a pop! you whine again, the heat taking over your body threatening to make you melt.

then you hear his belt.

suddenly his large form is over you again and he presses a wet kiss to your lips. “hey, sweetheart,” he says softly, “you don’t happen to have, uh…”

“nightstand.”

he’s just as eager as you are, and not many words are exchanged before you feel something hot and fucking big at your opening. with how wet you are it’s no surprise he’s able to just push himself inside, but you still gasp and claw at his back at the stretch. it fucking burns but it feels so amazing you’re seeing stars.

he waits patiently, though his shaky breathing shows how much he’s keeping himself in check. your nails ease out of his skin and he takes the opportunity to rock back and thrust into you again, starting a steady pace that threatens to have you sobbing in pleasure.

“fuck, baby,” he hisses through his teeth before coming back to place a wet open-mouthed kiss to your lips. “y’feel so good, darlin’. so wet n’ good for me, fuck.” there’s something about the giggle you let out that pushes him over the edge, thrusts quickening, deepening.

“oh, y’like that, don’t you beautiful? you want m’ to fill you up, huh? pretty baby likes bein’ full?”

“yes,” you practically sob. “oh god, yes, please. wanna feel full. you feel s’ good.” words are spilling out of your mouth like drool down your chin and mingyu absolutely adores the pretty little needy mess under him. “oh, s’ big… feel s’ full and good, please. please don’t stop.”

and it feels like mingyu has no plans to, his pace never faltering. he leans down to press his face into your neck—kissing, biting, sucking. the idea of the marks he’s leaving behind make you clench around him and he lets out a breathless moan into your collarbone.

“needy little baby, aren’t you?” he drawls, brows furrowed as he slams into you. you shake underneath him, dwindled down to a sobbing, moaning mess. just how he wants you. “so fuckin’ beautiful when you beg.”

your back arches, legs weak but still desperately trying to hook as far around his waist as you can. whatever gets more of him deeper. it’s all you can think about, all you want. “please, please, mingyu, please, fuck. s’ big, you feel so good, so good, more, please, wanna feel full, more—” you’re incoherent, babbling what feels like the only words you know. if your vision wasn’t so blurred you’d likely see the wickedly pleased grin on mingyu’s face at your state.

“so good, sweetheart, you’re so fuckin’ good f’ me.”

when you feel it, you’re almost disappointed because you don’t want it to end, but mingyu has full intention to make sure you’re enjoying every single second like it were hours. there’s a dull ache in your pussy from his size, but it only proves to make you wetter, allowing him more ease in sliding in and out of you. “fuck, baby, you’re so wet. so fuckin’ wet and perfect f’ me.”

you keen at the praise, a drunken smile tugging at your lips. one look at your face and he groans, biting down on your shoulder. he’s waiting for you like the perfect guy he seems to be, but he isn’t waiting long. with another thrust, white pricks the corners of your eyes as you clench around him, your orgasm jolting through your entire body and bringing out a sound that’s a mixture between a moan, a sob, and a scream.

he’s not far behind and you can feel his muscles tense under your fingers. his lips meet yours in a breathless, sloppy kiss as he pushes into you, his thrusts slowing but still just as deep as he cums. you have the sudden intrusive thought of what it would feel like if every drop was filling you up instead, but your mind and body is practically jelly.

when he pulls away, you notice his curls matted to his forehead with sweat. his lips plump and wet, fangs peeking out when they quirk into that adorable smile. “you’re amazing,” he breathes, kissing your nose before he pulls out, a wet stream dripping from your hole. you whimper at the sudden emptiness and he calmly shushes you after tossing the condom into the trash.

“you’re so beautiful,” mingyu purrs as he lays next to you and you immediately curl into his chest. you’re both sweaty and your skin sticks a bit, but for some reason this feels so right, you can’t bring yourself to move or push him away. he seems to think the same and god, you’re so grateful for that. you find some comfort in the sounds of your breathing meshing with his and when he speaks it proves to make your heart skip a beat.

“so… shower later?”