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suit & tie kim mingyu x afab!reader (18+)

insp by asks about all of the awesome moments in nov we got gyu in a suit. (felt)

content: npr, daddy kink, daddy!gyu x needy!reader make a comeback, gyu in a suit (yes, it needs a warning), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, usual names (kitten, sweetheart, baby)

word count: 1.9k

there’s something about mingyu in a suit. 

you can’t put your finger on it, really. your boyfriend is always attractive, that can’t be argued. from his pretty caramel skin, the sculpting of his muscles that just keep growing, the way his canines flash in the most adorable way when he smiles. it’s all part of the mind-numbing allure you’ve found yourself growing addicted to over the years. 

needless to say, when he returns home after a long day in his pretty, form-fitting suit, your focus is so locked onto him that you barely notice the bags he sets on the coffee table. 

“welcome home,” you start, immediately going to wrap your arms around his waist in a hug. you breathe in his scent, settle against his chest, and it feels like butterflies are going wild in your head, your heart, and your stomach, leaving a pleasant warmth in their path. 

“hi kitten,” mingyu drawls, the exhaustion in his voice evident, along with something… else that’s clear in his low tone when he speaks again. “bought you a few things.”

you’re not sure whether it’s the excitement of getting gifts or the tempting edge to your boyfriend’s voice, but it prompts you to redirect your attention to the haul on the table. “for me?” you practically skip to the bags, reaching in and quickly recognizing the texture of lace. when you pull it out, your mouth goes dry. 

“lingerie?” 

you aren’t disappointed, no. regardless of how much you own, you know more is always welcomed. and with it usually comes a different gift. the butterflies melt into a warm puddle when you think about it. 

mingyu is behind you, his large form looming over you, practically drowning you in his warm shadow. 

“daddy’s had a long day, sweetheart.” 

his words send a chill racing down your spine and your head tilts naturally, gifting him the ease to lean down and press a gentle kiss to your neck. “why don’t you try them on for me?” 

the air at your back cools rapidly when he moves, his footsteps retreating into the kitchen. you hear the refrigerator door open and close, the crack and hiss of a can, the clink! of ice in a mug. when mingyu returns to the living room you’re still going through your new wardrobe, biting back the how much? you know mingyu hates. he sinks onto the couch, his suit jacket discarded and his tie loosened, his lids heavy as he watches you expectantly. “well?”

knocked back into reality, one where you will not keep him waiting, you try to gather the bags in your hands. “sorry, i was just looking–you got so many! i’ll go change–”

“here.” 

you blink. he isn’t serious, right? you at least wanted to see how you looked in the mirror before waltzing out to show him. you offer up a tiny dismissive laugh, but mingyu’s face doesn’t change as he leans back into the cushions, taking a long sip of his beer. oh, he’s serious. 

you’ve never been one to disobey mingyu and you don’t plan to today. you set the bags down again, your hands occupied with tugging your shirt over your head, then pushing down your shorts. the corner of mingyu’s mouth quirks up against the rim of his glass. you’re not wearing underwear. it’s for him. you know he doesn’t enjoy coming home from work to find that they’re still on, that he’s ‘forced’ to rip them off of you. 

you start simple with a pair of panties, inching them up your thighs and glancing at him, trying to read his gaze, awaiting his thoughts. mingyu merely lifts a finger off his glass, drawing a circle in the air with the unspoken command; turn. 

so you do. a slow turn to give him angles of your body that he’s seen countless times before yet never tires of. it’s the beginning of a pattern, a routine of slipping on lace and silk, allowing him to devour you with his eyes, liquid blending with desire to fuel his intoxication, his cheeks growing redder, his eyes heavier. 

he doesn’t disclose interest until he sets his empty glass on the table, standing up just as your fingers slip under the thin band of the lace thong that leaves nothing to the imagination. your eyes follow him around the table, and be interrupts your attempt at modeling by placing a hand on your lower back. 

“bend over.” his voice has you almost falling onto the bags and cloth in front of you with how urgently you obey him. your fingers are replaced with his and they follow the path of the string-like waistband before he, in pure mingyu fashion, pulls it back, the fabric digging into your stomach until you hear the familiar rip.

“daddy–” it comes out in a squeak and you make sure to spread your legs just enough so the remnants of the thong slides to the floor. “you didn’t like it?” there’s an obvious pout in your voice that mingyu hums at, his hand traveling up and down your back for a moment before it stops at your ass. 

he traces your curves then pokes in between your thighs, his finger ghosting over your lips in a way that makes you shudder and your hole embarrassingly clench. you can’t even give yourself hope that mingyu didn’t notice because he chuckles, a dark sound fitting for the way his finger dips, the tip pressing against your hole as a cruel tease. 

“daddy,” it’s a whine now, “please can—can you just–” the words escape you because mingyu knows and, as always, he provides. 

his finger slips into your hole easily and the breathy noises that leave both of you are both of pleasant surprise, though for somewhat differing reasons, his hungry and yours needy. 

“missed me?” 

an answer isn’t expected, but you try anyway, even if the words aren’t stringing together the way you want them to. “missed—missed daddy so much,” you whimper, your hole squeezing his finger as though to create the illusion that it’s filling you more than what’s currently given. mingyu doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and you roll your hips back, desperate to feel him deeper. “was thinking ‘bout you all day, jus’... wanted…” your voice trails off and mingyu retaliates by inching his finger out ever so slightly. a briefly panicked whimper tumbles from your lips as you try to look back at him. “no–”

“just wanted what?” the stability in his voice wavers, but you know better. you can even predict what he says next, even though it makes your eyes burn. “use your words, kitten.” 

“wanted you!” it’s louder than you expect but it seems to work as mingyu’s hand stills right before he’s out of your hole entirely. “wanted daddy to–to fuck me, make me feel good, was thinking ‘bout it all day, so… so please?” 

you don’t have to see his smile to know it’s there.

there was certainly more you could have said, could have begged for, but the stress of mingyu’s day is somehow working in your favor, leaving him just as impatient as you are.

your moan is drawn out in elated relief when two fingers thrust into you, pressing into your walls with the need to give every delicate spot the attention you’ve been craving. his fingers twist and spread, a motion you know all too well and has warmth soaking each digit.

the sound of his zipper isn’t one that you miss, even though you’re surprised you can register noises outside the wet melody of his fingers pounding so deep in your cunt, his free hand warm on your back, keeping you bent at the perfect angle. 

his fingers ease out of you and you bite back your whimpers because you know he’d only do that if–

your thoughts come to an immediate halt when his cock pushes inside you, the numb of your brain just as euphoric as the way he fills you up so flawlessly. mingyu’s grip goes to your hips to keep you as stable as possible, your own hand flat against the tabletop in a weak attempt to keep you from falling on top of it as he rocks into you, hitting every sensitive spot in you with carnal precision. 

“this what you wanted, baby?” his voice is gruff, strained with his own pining, but his pace doesn’t slow, the sound of skin-on-skin competing with your desperate moans filling the room. “just thought about daddy fucking you stupid all day long? my baby’s become so needy, can’t go a day without thinkin’ about my cock. you’re so cute.”

you might be agreeing, you might not have heard him at all, it’s impossible to tell with the way your voice breaks with every thrust, every moan becoming more desperate and delirious as it goes on, your pussy drunk off mingyu, your favorite vice.

the world is in a fog, a cloud of pleasure and want that keeps you separated from reality. all you know is daddy’s cock feels so good inside and you can’t help but drool at the thought of how his cum would feel even better. 

you’re still unsure how mingyu is able to read your thoughts, even if you yourself can’t understand them, but the wildness of his pace increases, unsteady and chasing the same peak that’s building in your core. 

“want daddy to cum in you, baby?” the tug in his voice clearly confirms what he wants, but you know he’ll always ask anyway. and you’ll do your very best to give him an answer. 

it’s slurred, a barely coherent whimper, but even still the please daddy is clear enough and barely a second passes before blissful warmth floods through you. you don’t know if it’s his or yours that has you seeing stars, but they flash at the corners of your eyes, matching the race of your pulse in your ears. so good, so fucking good. 

it’s a blur, as the aftermath always is. you’re only aware that you’re in the bedroom when mingyu sets you down on the bed, your bleary gaze locked on the ceiling as though you’re watching the clouds outside, a dazed smile permanently etched on your lips. 

you aren’t sure if your blinks have become exceptionally long or if you actually dozed off, but your focus is regained when the bed dips next to you with mingyu’s familiar weight. he’s changed out of his suit, but you think you almost prefer the shirtless-sweatpants combo that he’s opted for instead as you roll to find warmth against his chest. 

“did you like any?” your voice is hoarse, quiet in its recovery. 

“any what?” 

you grimace and tilt your head back with quite a bit of effort to look up at your boyfriend, blinking as the confusion on his face slowly settles into realization. “ah! well, i liked all of them, but… i mean, i wasn’t really expecting you to keep any of ‘em on. i went out on a whim, but i still prefer you with nothing on at all.” 

you’d groan if your voice had the capacity to. leave it to mingyu to get you potentially hundreds of dollars in gifts that he doesn’t actually have intention for you to use. 

“i’m more interested in trying out the other gifts, though.”

the… what?

mingyu chuckles quietly as he leans to reach over the side of the bed, the crinkle of another bag catching your attention. you struggle to sit up, but your gaze is quickly entranced by what he empties onto the bed. 

“i’d left them off the table because i wanted to start with lingerie but…” 

your mouth opens but no words come out. varied colors, sizes, and shapes stare back you with an unspoken promise and you meet mingyu’s eyes in disbelief. he actually fucking laughs at your surprise. “oh, c’mon, sweetheart…” 

“toys seem more fun, don’t you think?”