Mingyu Singing Bittersweet During Practice (a.k.a. This Could Have Been A Video)

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

18+ / mdi

content: fratboy!seungcheol public grinding, penentrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys <3), oral (f receiving), etc

wc: 1584

a/n: not proofread </3

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fratboy!seungcheol who tends to not participate much in the parties his frat throws every week under the vice of 'keeping things in order' (whatever that means) and making sure none of his frat members get into trouble. despite no one ever asking him to, he gives himself the responsibility of watching over the parties without ever allowing himself to have any fun, claiming he's not interested in any drinking games nor has anyone ever caught attention anyways.

after multiple fruitless attempts from the boys to introduce him to girls or get him to stop stressing himself out over keeping his frat's reputation intact, cheol seems adamant in being a strict leader and giving himself the burden of keeping things afloat. that is, of course, until someone finally walks through the door and catches him completely off guard, causing him to forget any of his previous self-assigned duties.

he thinks he might've seen you before, but he cant be too sure. these parties tend to blend together for him, having always stuck to watching over his members and never having time to mingle on his own. he didn't care where he'd seen you before, though. he only cared to make sure he'd see you again soon. it had been a while since he'd approached a girl, not knowing very well what to do and just sticking to watching you have fun with your friends while he nursed a drink, back leaning against the wall. until his thoughts of you are rudely interrupted.

'could it be? choi seungcheol has his eyes on somebody?' it was yoon jeonghan, the second in command after seungcheol.

'what are you talking about', he asked, eyes still glued to your dancing figure from afar.

'like her? thats cute. wanna know her name?', now that peeked his interest.

'you're bluffing.'

'promise i'm not. scout's honor', the younger made a cross across his chest as he said this.

'you were never a scout.'

'same difference. wanna know or not?'

cheol hesitated, not wanting his friend's involvement in his first romantic endeavor in a while. he turned back to look at you, your pretty figure molded by your dress and your smile blinding him and made up his mind.

'fine'

y/n. that was your name. pretty name for a pretty girl, he thought. he hadn't ended up talking to you that night, chickening out at the thought of embarrassing himself due to lack of practice. instead he chose an easy and safe alternative; to keep a watch for you whenever his frat threw a party, which to be fair was quite often.

he'd watch you from afar, enjoying the varying dresses you'd wear to his parties, loving the way they stuck to the shape of your body. he didn't do much further than that. he felt like a bit of a creep, just watching you without letting his gaze be known, but the fantasy he was building of you in his head had him grow more and more in need of you every time he saw you. the thrill within him kept building up. he knew that one of these days he'd snap and finally talk to you, maybe even bring you to bed.

in retrospect, seungcheol should've realized that you'd eventually notice the brooding man atop the stairs watching you through the night. but he hadn't thought that far, simply enjoying the pretty sight, finally resting from his duties as leader.

you'd noticed him since day one, having one of your friends point him out while he was distracted speaking to your old lab partner jeonghan, letting you know of the guy whose eyes wouldn't leave your form. you weren't sure at first which of the two she'd been pointing at, but you hoped it was the man you knew as seungcheol, the head of the frat. you found both men very handsome, but something about seungcheol's demeanor immediately called your attention. you were happy to confirm, only a few minutes later, that the man who couldn't keep his eyes off you was the same brooding man you'd hoped. but it didn't stop there. you continued to notice his undivided attention on you every time you stepped into the frat, always making sure to wear something that would give him a reason to keep staring, occasionally throwing him suggestive looks of your own.

eventually you grew tired of this one-sided game of cat and mouse, wanting the real thing and not just the thoughts you had of him as he unknowingly gave you 'fuck me' eyes. it was only a few parties later that you decided to take action, wearing the dress you looked most fuckable in and walking through the fraternity's doors, determined to not come back home the next morning.

you danced for a bit, stopping for a few drinks every once in a while. you also threw him some looks of your own this time, making sure to catch his eyes every once in a while. you made sure to drink enough to be tipsy, but not too much that you wouldn't have full control of you scheme.

scheme was putting it lightly, really, seeing as you didn't really have much of a plan. how were you supposed to get him to fuck you without straight up propositioning yourself to him? no, you wanted to have at least a little bit of class. except things didn't go exactly as you'd planned, not that you were complaining.

he threw you a bit of a curveball, really. you hadn't expected him to approach you first, seemingly finally growing the balls to make direct contact. you'd been dancing, as you had been all night. you'd get the occasional guy or girl who would try and match your energy, dancing up on you. you were buzzed, so you didn't mind, usually just lightheartedly following along. what you hadn't expected was for one of those people to be seungcheol himself. you hadn't realized it was him at first, almost cussing him out when he'd started to get a little too close, usually setting up a clear limit when dancing with strangers, specially at a frat party. before you could say anything, though, he spoke up against your ear.

'been watching you. wanted to get you alone.'

'what took you so long?', you whispered back, pressing your back closer to his front, if it was even possible.

he ground against you, making you gasp at what you felt against your ass. you felt a little flustered, having him shamelessly feel you up as you ground against each other in the middle of the frat's living room, surrounded by drunk people.

'aw, did i keep you waiting?' he coo'd sarcastically, keeping his arms wrapped around you.

damn him.

'yes. and you still are .. don't you have a room here somewhere?', you finally turned around to face him, almost gasping at the proximity. he was even prettier up close; so big and buff.

he looked down at you, eyes alternating between your eyes and lips, 'follow me.'

those were the last coherent words spoken between you, now unable to form any coherent sentence as he, for lack of a better term, fucked you into the mattress.

you'd never done this before; have such animalistic sex without a second thought, but the buildup between you and seungcheol had been long and grueling, having left you wanting him for weeks.

so now you were here, back arched deliciously as his cock hit you repeatedly in THAT spot that made you cry into the sheets beneath you.

's-shit. fuck, baby. so fucking tight. so pretty for me.'

'ch-cheollie, FUCK'

'been wanting you f-for weeks. thought about bruising these pretty hips. had me going fucking crazy wearing those dresses, shit.'

'for y-you! did it for you', you cried out as he sped up, making you drop to your elbows, burying your face against the sheets, 'wanted you to come fuck me ..'

'i know, baby. shit. n im gonna fuck you all night. gonna fuck you to sleep, n then im gonna fuck you again tomorrow. gonna drag you to my room e- fuck. every time i see you at one of these parties.'

he sped up even more, slapping his hips against your ass as you cried out for him.

'need you to be good n cum for me, yeah? gonna fill you up, promise. just need you to coat my cock with your cream, okay pretty?'

his words contrasted his harsh demeanor as he pounded into you mercilessly, only increasing the strength of his thrusts after claiming your orgasm, now desperately chasing after his.

'g-gonna cum, baby. fuck! in-inside? can i, baby? let me fill you up, let m-'

'yes! inside, please!'

he quickly reached his high after that, feeling you tighten up at the mention of cumming inside and filling you up with a groan. you finally let yourself fall on your face against the mattress, exhausted at your previous ministrations with seungcheol.

he didn't bother cleaning you up, simply flipping you around and dragging you to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you before speaking up again, 'we're not done, baby. i said all night, remember?'

those were the last words spoken before he dove in, nose first into your pussy as he sucked and licked like a madman, making you delirious at the pleasure. overstimulated, but loving the feeling, you prepared yourself for a very long night, and possibly morning too.

Kim Mingyu for Cosmopolitan Korea with Bulgari

pretty little melody kim mingyu x afab!reader (18+)

content: half proofread, daddy kink, breathplay, very subby needy!reader x daddy!gyu, cum drunk!reader, dacryphilia (i can’t help it), overstimulation, pet names (baby, sweetheart, kitten, cutie), degradation (“pretty little slut”, "stupid (for cock)" "cumdump"), unprotected sex

word count: 1.5k

something happens when you gasp. 

your hips lift and a throbbing wave pulses through you. your whole body is trembling, sputtering cries leaving your lips and your nails leaving pretty red marks all over your boyfriend’s back. he’s hitting that delicate spot inside you for the third time tonight, flipping the switch in your brain that turns off all the thoughts focused on anything but him. 

mingyu.

you don’t remember how this started. whether you had a bad day or he did, what exactly it was that has you a fucked out doll at his disposal, you’re not even sure how your day went right now, but you aren’t complaining. 

quite the opposite, you’re begging. your hole is used, sensitive, but it’s still drinking in his fingers desperately. it’s so good, so nice when mingyu fills you up, whether it’s his fingers or his cock, it’s addictive and your pussy craves more each second. 

but mingyu isn’t moving, and your recovering walls feel neglected without his fingers massaging into them. “no, no,” you whimper, lightly smacking at his arm. “need more, daddy, wan’… wanna cum again.”

you hiccup and it seems to gather mingyu’s attention again, his gaze heavy yet curious. you recognize the expression, he wants something from you and, as his good little baby, you automatically want to give it to him. whatever he wants, whenever, you’re mingyu’s and you’ll prove it to him every day. 

he pulls his fingers from you with a sloppy wet sound that has your eyes rolling, your hole clenching as though begging to be stretched again, needing to be filled. 

“baby,” mingyu slurs, his voice low, a tempting lull to his words. “wanna… wanna hear y’ make that… that pretty noise again.”

your brows furrow for a moment and you think you notice him use his wet hand to push his boxers down, the other traveling up to the base of your neck. he presses gently, tentatively, a tender massage that eases your breath, makes you comfortable enough to find your voice and ask, “what n—?”

the question catches in your throat, breath hitching beneath his palm as he squeezes. your eyes widen for a moment, a brief internal scream of i can’t breathe! causing your heart to skip a beat. but mingyu’s grip loosens just before the panic fully manifests and oxygen floods into your lungs, the relief racing both up to fill your head and down to pool between your thighs. 

“that.”

your thinking is still cloudy, sentences not linking together properly, words not articulating, but you think you know what he’s talking about. 

mingyu fucking likes the sound of you choking, the music of you gasping, even more vulnerable at his hands than you already are. and, honestly, it works out, because already you love the way it feels when he chokes you. 

mingyu seems a bit relieved and he leans down to press a hungry kiss to your lips, catching your lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue over it and pulling back just enough to whisper, “you like that, kitten?” he sounds a bit hopeful and if you could think properly, you’d say it was cute. 

“daddy,” it’s a blend of a hiccup, a sob, and a giggle, and your hand flutters on top of his, pressing it down into your neck. “feels nice.” 

and that’s all he needs to hear. 

it’s as simple as a flex of his fingers to get you to keen, your movements in tandem with his as you hook your legs around his waist. your expression, the beautiful sounds leaving you, and the steady stream of bliss dripping from your hole—it has him hard and throbbing as he positions himself between your legs. 

you’d whine if you could, but your voice is hidden behind mingyu’s giant hand, your breath shallow. you see stars when he slides into you, the stretch making your mouth fall open more in a stifled scream, drool trickling from the corner of your lips. you’re unable to take the breath you usually would, to steady yourself, to keep yourself from unraveling then and there. no, now you’re only able to clench, to grip him with your needy walls. your mind is melting and his voice only adds fuel to the fire. 

“fuck, you’re so beautiful when you cry, sweetheart, when you’re like this,” mingyu groans, his hips rocking into a pace that has you silently sobbing, the pleasure overwhelming. it’s like both of you have forgotten the level of your sensitivity, your orgasms in the past hour brushed aside. the focus is on more, more, more and right now. 

mingyu’s creating a pattern, lightening his grip on your neck only to slam into you right as you’re trying to recover with a literal breath of fresh air. “like it when you’re fucked stupid, pretty lil’ slut just wants to feel good, yeah? just wanna be full of my cock?” 

your pleas daddy, please, ‘m yours, all yours are broken up into too many syllables when your voice finally obeys you, otherwise the begging is reduced to gasps and fluttering lashes. your nails paint pretty crescents into his arms, tears spilling from your eyes as your lungs are tempted again and again, the rush of air being abruptly stopped and mingyu pounding into your pussy enough to drive you crazy, if you aren’t already. 

“my baby, my pretty fuckin’ baby, love when you're like this, fuckin' stupid for my cock,” mingyu’s whispers could be for you or himself, it’s hard to tell. he’s absolutely wasted on your pussy, the way it pulls him into your heat, how your walls massage his cock, so responsive as he slams into you. it always feels like he’s ensuring all of you is his, your pleasure just for him. if all you can remember is mingyu, all your cunt can remember is his cock and nothing will ever fill you as perfectly. 

“aw, my needy lil’ kitten, can’t think of anything but daddy, right now, yeah?” you think you nod, your teary chin hitting the back of his hand as his grasp tightens again. “that's it, sweetheart, daddy’s makin’ you feel so good can’t stop cryin’, hm? so good you can’t live without it, without me filling you up with my cum, fucked out lil’ cumdump, oh you’re so beautiful”

it’s true, it always is. mingyu knows you’re his, he wouldn’t want it any other way. you’re his beautiful little baby and he’ll always be the one that takes care of you, in the best ways. 

maybe it’s something about the way your eyes roll back, your lips parted in a suspended gasp, the rosy flush that’s filled your cheeks, but mingyu’s hips stutter, pushing into you at a depth that, if you weren’t already suffocating, would take your breath away. 

he lets go, his hand moving to brace himself through his own rush as it mixes with yours and you break down into delighted gasping sobs. “daddy,” your voice is hoarse, broken, but the way your fingers trail up and down his forearm proves that it’s all in bliss. “so—so good, it’s so… daddy’s cum feels so good” 

mingyu chuckles breathlessly, the pads of his fingers going to draw soothing circles on the reddening skin of your neck. “you’re s’ good, baby, always so perfect for me.” he hums and trails kisses from your neck, to your jaw, finally ending at your lips.

his kisses are soft, far more tender than the roughness of his fingers around your throat, each one planting seeds of reality in your thoughts, slowly bringing your vocabulary back together in a way that makes sense, but not enough to draw you out from the pleasure that still has you shivering. “you did so well, sweetheart,” he soothes into your lips, taking your weary giggles into his adoring kiss. “oh ‘m so, so proud of you.” 

there’s a beat of hesitancy, where the air is a bit thicker with unspoken questions, and mingyu takes the time to slowly pull out of you, trying to keep his eyes away from the way your hole tenses, a milky stream being pushed out and drawn back in with every pulse. he settles next to you and pulls you into his arms, stroking your hair and steadying his breathing to help inspire yours to calm. 

“baby?” he starts and you can barely place the discomfort in his tone. “that was… okay? i didn’t hurt you or anything right, wasn’t too… weird?”

the laugh that leaves you is a bit more stable, genuine in its amusement. words are still proving difficult, due to both the mental toll and the physical pull on your throat, but you think you can get the point across when you kiss him. “no… no, not bad. didn’t hurt. liked it—really liked it.” 

relief fills mingyu’s sigh and he kisses your forehead, a small smile on his face when he pulls away to look at you. his eyes scan your neck and you hum, the words flying to you before you can register them, the piece of your brain dedicated to the heat in your stomach sparking to life again. you trace absently on mingyu’s chest, peeking up at him through your lashes. 

“what is it, cutie?” mingyu asks, fangs flashing as he studies your needy expression. he knows what you want, but he’s fully prepared to keep you in his arms for just a bit longer and, thankfully, you’re in agreement. 

“need… a lil’ break…” you begin, nuzzling into his chest with a soft sigh. “but, later…” you peek up at him again with an adorable amount of sheepishness. 

“i can go again."

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)