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heartkyeom · 2 years

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pretty party favor

kim mingyu x fem!reader

word count: 3.7k

tag list: @onlymingyus @junkissed @maijunejuly @hyucks-rose @freakyfriedrice @aceofvernons @fallinwoozi

warnings: not really enemies but they know and hate each other lol, gendered nicknames, reader has vagina, reader receiving head, overstimulation, squirting, slightly fluffy

a/n: hi this is halloween-esque but not necessarily spooky. just tension between idiots which I love to write! shoutout to june giving me the title to this + getting me to finish this with her comments on my google doc <3 pls enjoy

“get in the car.”

“fuck you,” you muttered under your breath.

“what was that?” mingyu spoke up again, clearly trying to push your buttons. he’s always done this, always acted as if he’s entitled to an answer even when it was none of his business.

you stopped in your tracks to look at him. “I said fuck you, prick,” you spat out, quickly facing your attention toward the path back home.

you were coming back from a friend’s Y2K themed costume party which unfortunately meant taking the short walk back home in a denim miniskirt, a baby tee with a stupid saying on the front, and a pair of sneakers. it was a fun night, you drank sufficiently to the point where you felt light on your feet while walking home.

sure, your feet were comfortable, but it was still an inconvenience to walk back when it was cold and dark, but you typically never encountered any trouble since your apartment was located on a quiet residential street.

however, tonight, mingyu had other plans. you thankfully managed to avoid him the entire night at the party, so much that you almost forgot he existed for a few hours. you spent the night catching up with friends that you hadn’t seen in a while because of work, gossiping a bit too much over red plastic cups, but you still spotted him occasionally doing the same thing.

despite your friend group’s best efforts to help you make amends, you two didn’t get along one bit. there was too much tension for them to cut through as a collective group, so they eventually let it go in an effort to keep the peace.

“get in the car right now. cheol’s gonna have my head if I don’t take you home, especially since you were drinking. I know you were taking shots all night,” he responds with that sly grin of his, you don’t even have to look at him to know.

“that’s not true and cheol should know better than to expect me to ride with you,” your words slur slightly, exposing yourself a bit too much. you subsequently trip over your feet on a crack in the sidewalk, losing your balance momentarily.

you hear him laugh a bit too loud at the mistake and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. of course, he saw it and he’s not gonna let you forget about it either.

“you can’t even walk in sneakers right now! get in the car, princess, seriously,” he objects. you look over and you’re shocked that he’s still bored enough to keep up with you, it’s actively starting to piss you off.

“fuck, just let me fall on the pavement and die,” you yell into the air with your head tilted back, “you’re not even supposed to care what happens to me!” you turn your head to him again with a bewildered look.

“stop before you wake up the whole neighborhood,” he warns. “you know what, enough,” you hear him shut off the ignition and get out of the car, shutting the door behind him and meeting you on the sidewalk faster than you expected.

“you’re being ridiculous,” he points at you with an accusatory finger.

you scoff. “do you think you’re gonna fuck me? is that why you’re doing this?”

it feels wrong the moment you say it, but what else were you meant to say? he has notoriously only been friends with girls just to have weirdly long situationships with them, never establishing a proper relationship due to a lack of commitment. he thought it was convenient, you thought it was irritating.

“what? are you fucking kidding me?” he seethes, running his hands through his hair. you’ve really done it now, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this flustered and angry at the same time. yet, it was the truth.

even when the rest of your friend group teased him, mingyu always took it without too much resistance, that’s just the kind of guy he is.

“am I wrong? you think every girl you come into contact with wants to fuck you,” you insist, you cross your arms in front of your chest and stare at him intensely.

“i’m doing this because you need to get home, whether I like you or not,” he clenches his jaw, not breaking eye contact for a second. it would probably scare you if you were less drunk, but you were feeling testy.

“what happened to princess? hmm?” you smirk.

he barely lets you finish before he picks you up by the waist, doing his best to place you in the passenger seat despite you hitting his back with your fists.

“put me down!” you scream into his ear over and over until he’s somehow opened the door and clicks your seatbelt across your waist. you immediately shut up the moment he throws your discarded purse in your lap, you clutch it while looking down at your feet.

you watch him walk around to the driver’s seat and settle into the car, shifting gears before driving away from the wooded area.

“you’re such a fucking brat, you’d rather fight me until you’re blue in the face instead of just taking the ride,” he tightens his grip around the steering wheel until his knuckles tense a bit too tight, it makes you swallow weakly.

the next few minutes are uncomfortably tense, you don’t miss the way he sets his jaw just a little bit tighter each time he stops at a red light. you don’t have to tell him how to get to your apartment, he’s been there too many times to count.

he pulls up to your apartment, turns on the hazard lights, and sits back in the leather seat.

“get out,” he says in a sharp yet quiet tone. you didn’t think it would strike a nerve that badly with him, but the guilt settles into your chest as you unbuckle the seatbelt and exit the car. you slam the car door and walk away, not letting yourself look back at him.

you fish your keys out of your front pocket and fumble your way inside without much effort and shut the door behind you. that probably makes the top 5 worst conversations that you’ve had with mingyu, but you won’t remember it in the morning.

you hope not, at least.

you don’t even have a full moment to yourself before you hear a soft knock on the door. you throw off your sneakers before padding across the hardwood floor toward the door, opening it to reveal a slightly disheveled mingyu.

“your purse,” he sighs, holding up your bag with his fingers out toward you. you stare at him for a moment before taking it.

you both exchange a look, but you turn away from the door toward the pitch darkness of your living room.

it was an intrusive thought, the thought of getting split open on kim mingyu’s dick.

he’d probably show no mercy since there are infinite levels of tension in your relationship that not even scientists would understand.

it’s so stupid, but there’s probably some alternate universe where you aren’t forcing yourself to do this, you would both act like normal adults and you would just ask him to have sex.

but, this is real life and you’re about to go back on your word not even an hour later.

“i need you to fuck me.”

“you’re drunk,” he seems to be unbothered before he starts blinking a bit too much, his nonchalance shifts into a state of processing.

“I'm barely drunk and I know you want to, you want to put me in my place,” you approach him with blind confidence. he stares you down, no emotion evident on his face.

“I need full consent and I mean it, I’m not touching you without it.”

“I give you full consent to fuck the shit out of me,” you deadpan, sighing as if you’re telling him off more than actually informing him. he nods silently, accepting the terms. he steps past you into the apartment and you shut the door behind him, gently locking it before facing him again.

you walk toward your bedroom, fumbling around to turn on the lamp before sitting down on your plush comforter.

he approaches you at the end of the bed, considering his next move as he stares at your thighs.

he sinks to his knees, his face now eye level with your cunt. he slips his hands under your skirt to find no trace of underwear, the shock is visible on his face as he looks up at you.

“this seems like you wanted to get fucked tonight, princess,” he shakes his head and returns his focus to the task at hand, finding your clit with his thumb.

“m-maybe,” you let out a shaky breath as he increases the pressure, making torturously slow circles on your clit. you lean your head back as you let out a few involuntary moans, mingyu laughs as you slowly give into the pleasure.

“but my skirt was long enough to cover it, who cares,” you brush off the fact and prop up your elbows in an effort to steady yourself.

“such a naughty girl,” he collects a bit of your arousal on his fingers before lifting them to your mouth. he pushes them into your mouth and you happily swirl them around on your tongue, sucking them clean. it pulls another moan out of you, and you’re not sure if it’s from the nickname or the act itself, either way he’s making you feel so pathetic.

“you like that, huh? you like being my naughty girl,” his voice goes especially raspy as he returns to your thighs, pressing gentle kisses on the path to your clit. the lack of pressure is sweet but disappointing, you wanted a little bit more action.

“thought you were gonna go harder than this,” you retort. you can feel the confidence die in your throat as he looks up at you.

“you didn’t answer my question,” he scratches his nails down your thighs to your slight discomfort, “and if you don’t, i’ll be agonizingly slow,” he warns. you don’t want to be putty in his hands, but he just pulls you in so easily.

“i like it,” you whisper and shut your eyes immediately. you put your arm over your face in an effort to hide, but he’s already up to his feet, pulling it away from your face a moment after.

“what was that, baby? what do you like?” you hear him ask you and the shyness washes over you again.

you whined and forced yourself to answer. “i like being naughty for you,” you moan, you shift your hips in an effort to get more friction, silently asking him to start up again.

“good girl,” his words melt on your core as he settles himself onto his knees again, he chooses to keep murmuring soft praises against you and it drives you insane.

the compliments go to your head and you think you want to get drunk on his words, the way his voice rasps against your skin as if he’s trying to make sure the words never leave your flesh.

he arrives at a faster pace sooner than you expect, making you place a hand in his hair. the harder he licks your clit, the tighter your hold gets. the resulting groan from him is heavenly, it adds an extra bit of pressure that has you clutching the sheets for dear life. you no longer hold yourself back from bucking your hips up against his face, he has to force you back down with his hands after the third time you do it.

“mingyu, please please please,” you slur out, you throw your head back to try and fight the building coil in your stomach.

“please what?” he looks up at you with a glistening mouth, eager to get back to the task at hand.

“let me cum, please,” you grit your teeth at the loss of pressure. he bites back a smile and steadies his hands on your thighs, fingers spread across your skin for balance.

“asking for permission, good girl? should I let you?”

“yes, I’m losing my mind gyu, please,” your heart feels like it’s in your throat the moment you respond.

“one question and I’ll let you go, ok? were you avoiding me at the party?” he asks it so easily, it makes you want to scream.

of course you were and of course he noticed.

“yes, I was,” you admit. he tilts his head slightly.

“thought I wouldn’t see you, princess? no matter how much you wanted to look at me?” he mumbles the words against your slit, not breaking eye contact with you for even a second.

“you never see me,” you know it’s too vulnerable, you’re pushing your luck with this response.

“I always do,” his eyes linger on you for a little bit too long, you can see the fondness spread across his cheeks when he smiles.

it’s disgustingly charming.

you want to see more.

he doesn’t warn you before he licks a stripe against your entrance, it makes you lift your hips again in shock. he laughs against your thighs at your response, closing his eyes for a moment. “stop trying to get away from me,” he pouts.

“force of habit,” you can’t even look at him but it’s true. this is all a little too foreign for you, your body still has some catching up to do with your heart in terms of accepting mingyu’s attention.

before you can process, the coil is tight once again and you’re desperate to cum, you don’t like the fact that you’ve been involuntarily edged multiple times now.

your whines are the only thing you can hear and you can only say his name over and over until your thoughts no longer have a way to escape from your mouth.

you get so caught up in your own pleasure that you’re rocking his head back and forth with your hips in order to coax your orgasm out.

mingyu, bless his heart, has latched his arm around your thigh to help you get there, hoisting your leg over his shoulder and leaning into the movements to tether himself to you.

“fuck, I’m gonna cum,” your voice thins out into a whisper as he concentrates on your clit, the clear area of interest now that you’ve spoken up.

mingyu replaces his tongue with his fingers so that he can look at you. “come on, princess, cum for me,” he whispers. the determined look he gives you, the nickname, and the relentless speed he’s moving at leave you absolutely done for.

white spots hit your vision and you’re screaming his name, you screw your eyes shut and feel a gush of cum pool underneath your thighs and your pleasure is now twisted into horror.

“fuck, that was so much,” you contort your face at the feeling, you scoot yourself away from the mess in sheer embarrassment.

kim mingyu was able to make you squirt just from giving head during your first time together?

you’d never hear the end of it.

“it was hot as fuck, baby, I promise,” he’s grinning like a kid in a candy store, it makes you cringe but he’s still cute.

“you sure?” he's already licking your thighs clean, he was definitely sure.

“very sure, now let me clean you up. and take off your clothes, you’re sweating,” he’s slightly concerned as he finally stands up, leaving to retrieve a damp washcloth.

once you hear the water running, you’re alone with your thoughts for a minute.

mingyu clearly likes having sex with you, even indulging in multiple nicknames that were making themselves comfortable in your mind.

it was confusing yet exciting all at once, how could he break you down like this so easily?

has this always been the truth? were you always waiting for him to take it too far? or did you just have to find the courage to ask him for yourself?

all of these thoughts return to the back of your mind as he reappears after a minute or two with said item, standing over you for a moment.

you realize that you’re still clothed and let out a small gasp to his amusement, you quickly discard your clothes on the floor.

he finally joins you on the bed, knees caging your body to help you clean up. “good girl,” he begins to wipe you down gently, taking his time to carry out a thorough job.

“these nicknames are so,” you trail off. he gives you a patient look, not forcing you to answer until you’re ready.

“so new,” you arrive at the answer a few seconds later with squinted eyes.

“i’m testing them out. nothing is permanent,” he offers.

you don’t want him to change his mind, the idea of being his princess is viable, it becomes more realized in each passing moment.

“well, i assume you don’t want to be in a relationship,” you watch him with your hands across your chest, suddenly a bit self conscious.

“that would be wrong,” he doesn’t look up, he simply wrings the washcloth in his hands.

“what?”

“I haven’t been with anyone casually in a long time, I want to be in a committed relationship.”

“then how do I fit into this?”

“I always thought you were pretty, stubborn as fuck but pretty,” he seems to recall past arguments with a scoff, “but I know when I’m not wanted, y/n. I wasn’t gonna force myself onto you,” he doesn't look up at you.

“right,” you nod solemnly. it makes sense. why try when it’s clear what the outcome will be?

“and we were always mad at each other over dumb shit, I just let that idea die. how do you feel?” he finally looks at you, all other movements cease to just look at you with those pretty eyes of his.

“same reason, it was just mentally easier to be mad at you. better than rejection, I guess?” you’re processing it as you say it out loud.

“we’re both pathetic, huh?” he giggles and you finally let yourself go. it’s nice to finally agree on something for once, to let the air be clear of any resentment.

“just a little. god, they’re gonna lose their shit over us,” you whine, placing your hands over your eyes.

“hey, hey, we don’t have to tell anyone anything yet,” he reassures you while removing your hands from your face. “we haven’t even gone on a date, we can take our time,” he kisses your cheek in an attempt to make you smile, it doesn’t work.

you sigh at the idea of a potential dating timeline. “right. what happens when we look like we don’t hate each other the next time we hang out? the lack of tension would be almost too obvious,” you’re overthinking and he tries to quiet the fears with a peck to your lips.

“we‘ll be fine, baby,” he smirks against your lips and kisses you once more. “what if I don’t want them to know, huh? what if I want you all to myself?” his hands trail down to your chest, slowly kneading your breasts to your surprise.

you don’t fight the groan that escapes your lips, mingyu smiles knowing that he’s broken your brain out of its anxious trance.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you sigh out, he flops his head against your chest and finally takes in the weight of everything, laying next to you.

you both take in the silence and you decide to run your fingers through his hair. he moves accordingly and lets out a content sigh at your choice.

“mingyu?” you break the silence.

“yeah?”

“i’m sorry about tonight. what I said was cruel,” you try to express yourself as earnestly as possible. it was only right that starting fresh with each other meant building a new foundation of honesty and trust.

“I forgive you, baby. you were right, anyways,” he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your palm before intertwining your fingers together.

“it was still mean.”

“well, I’ll tell you what, I still haven’t kept my promise of fucking the shit out of you,” you blush at him remembering your words. “so let’s do that instead of going back and forth, ok? I promise I’m fine,” he cradles your face in his hands and you’re acutely aware of how calm it makes you feel.

his eye contact still makes you a bit nervous, but nervous in a way where you want him to keep looking, you want him to keep accepting you with his sweet eyes.

“okay,” you finally feel more relaxed at the sight of him, the tension leaves your face and he notices it immediately.

you’re broken out of your trance when his phone rings. he’s clearly annoyed until he sees who it is and flashes the screen toward you.

you smile and your eyes widen.

it’s seungcheol.

he answers the phone while stroking your cheek with his hand. “hey, yeah, I got her back home. I don’t know why she’s not picking up your calls,” he responds in between pauses and looks at you with a knowing smirk.

you feel your cheeks heat up again and you flip your head into the pillow. your ass is now exposed, a costly mistake when you feel his hands travel over your skin. you hear mingyu “mhm” and “yeah” his way through the rest of the call while occasionally squeezing your ass, it was terribly cocky of him.

“okay, talk to you later,” he hangs up and you hear him place his phone on your nightstand.

“hey, pretty,” he leans down to your ear and you groan.

“oh god, I didn’t text him,” you sigh at the idea of getting a lecture from seungcheol.

“it’s fine,” he flips you over with a short grunt.

“it’s not fine,” you pout to the point where he can’t help but pinch your cheek.

“I just covered for you and I still want to fuck you, unless you still need convincing,” he takes his hand from your face and places it over his erection. it feels too big under your hand and your heart starts racing.

“shit,” your breath hitches. “okay, go for it.”

“you’re so fucking cute,” he kisses your forehead before stripping down.

“I am?” you catch your breath at the sight of his chest.

“yes, and I’m about to enjoy every single second of this.”

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