Shreya

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I just thought, well, you’ve been so nice about tutoring me with my classes that maybe you could help me with this as well.” There’s a guilty look on Mingyu’s face.

“Sex and algebra are not the same thing! You can’t just go around asking people to teach you about sex. It’s weird.”

“I’m sorry!”

“What are you going on about anyway? You’re like the biggest player I know. Girls are always lining up to hop on your dick.”

Your crude choice of words makes Mingyu blush, like he didn’t just ask you to sleep with him. “It’s never…good, when I do it,” he admits in a small voice. “I just thought maybe I could figure out why.”

Kim Mingyu is bad at having sex? That’s hilarious.

The other thing you don’t get though, is why you? You don’t have enough hands to count the number of people you know who have crushes on Mingyu. So why is he asking you to help him with this? You shake your head, it doesn’t matter, you’re not going to say yes. 

You guess this may need some kind of context.

Right after midterms Mingyu approached you one day.

“Y/N.” You looked up to see Kim Mingyu standing in front of you.

You don’t really talk to Kim Mingyu. He’s in your seminar class and you know who he is, but you’re not really someone who is on his radar. He’s a frat boy and on the basketball ball team and hangs out with all of the people you try to generally avoid. Not that you don’t like Mingyu, he’s…sweet, just not someone you would go out of your way to spend time with.

“Mingyu?”

“Hi. I have a question. You’re smart right?”

“Is that the question?”

“What? Oh- no, no! I guess that was more of a segue into my actual question.”

“Which is…?”

“Oh right. I’m kind of failing a couple of classes and was wondering if maybe you could help tutor me? I can pay you if needed!”

“What subjects do you need help with?”

“Biology and Algebra. If I don’t pass I don’t graduate and then my dad’s gonna kill me.” Mingyu looks guilty and you sigh. Biology and Algebra are both freshman gen eds, but it’s not uncommon for people to push them back until their later years of college, which Mingyu must have done, and now he's struggling to pass them.

It was…a bit pathetic, if you're being honest, but you also feel a bit bad for the guy. Which is why you find yourself agreeing to help him out. 

“I’m here! I’m here!” Mingyu comes rushing up to your table in the library. His face is red from exertion and papers are starting to spill out of his unzipped backpack.

You slide your headphones off your head to cast a glance at Mingyu from the corner of your eye. “You’re ten minutes late.”

“I know, I’m sorry! I promise I have a good reason though!” Mingyu takes a seat across from you.

“I don’t really care to hear it. Let’s just get started, yeah?” You shut the lid to your laptop, putting your own homework to the side. “What are you struggling with?”

“...all of it? I don’t know how to do any of it and both of my teachers hate me!”

You sigh. Mingyu better be paying you good money for this.

You spend the rest of your day with Mingyu in the library. He’s…not as helpless as you thought he would be, in all honesty he’s not dumb, he really just does need the extra help. Maybe new professors as well. The topics are easy for you to pick back up even though it’s been a while since you’ve studied them.

You take your time explaining them to Mingyu in a way that makes sense to him. You sit there with him as he works on his overdue homework, helping him when he needs it. You’re surprised that he can still turn the work in but he then tells you he was able to get an extension on it so he can graduate and stay on the basketball team. Stupid basketball bastard.

It’s going on four hours of sitting in the library when Mingyu starts to get unbearably antsy (he got regular antsy within the first thirty minutes of sitting down). You can tell he’s not going to be able to do much work anymore so you start to pack up your things.

“Wait, we’re not done!”

“I know, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“What does that even mean?”

You huff. “It’s going to take time to work on this. It’s not a one and done kind of thing. We can meet later in the week if you want but you’re not putting out your best work right now so let’s quit for the day, okay?”

“Yeah, okay, I guess you’re right.” Mingyu starts to pack up his things as well. “Thank you for your help so far though, I’m really starting to get it.”

“I’m glad. You’re smart Mingyu, you just need some help, and that’s what I’m here for.” You smile at him and Mingyu smiles at you back.

“No one’s ever called me smart before.”

“No one’s ever believed in you before,” you say with a shrug. Simple as that. You will admit you didn’t have much faith at the start either, but even in just four hours you saw the improvement in him. If only his professors could have just as much faith in him.

That was two months ago. You will say Mingyu’s grades have steadily been improving, enough that he’s not failing anymore and actually understands what’s happening on his tests, so he’s not wrong about you being a good tutor. You just weren’t expecting it to lead to…whatever he’s asking of you now.

Now that you think about it, a lot of your interactions make sense now that you're aware of his…lack of skills in the bedroom.

“So what’s the question you’re looking at?”

Mingyu turns his laptop to you so you can look over the question. You lean in closer to look at it properly before reaching over Mingyu to grab his scrap paper.

“Uh…”

“Yes?” You look at the boy.

“You’re just…really close.”

You roll your eyes and pull back. “Does a woman’s touch scare you Mingyu?”

“No! That’s not what I mean,” he pouts a bit. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“I don’t bite Mingyu. You’re the one who asked me to look over the question.”

“I know! I just-, nevermind. Can you just help me with the answer?”

That wasn’t the only instance like that. There was also that time he tried to buy you dinner and you teased him so badly he went home instead. You didn’t think you were actually flustering him. But it seems lately you can’t assume anything from Mingyu.

“Why did your stupid best friend ask me to help him with his stroke game?”

“He WHAT?!” Wonwoo chokes on his lunch as you sit down next to him. You know Wonwoo from some of your honors classes so you’re not sure why Mingyu didn’t ask him to tutor him but you can’t worry about that now.

“I’ve been tutoring him for two months now and he’s now asked me to tutor him on how to be good in bed. Every girl on his campus worships the ground he walks on and are all dying to get in his pants and you’re telling me he can’t even lick a pussy?”

Wonwoo snorts at your words. “Trust me, all of those girls have got him all wrong. That sexy cool guy act is just that, an act. They just want to think he’s like that. He’s actually a giant idiot who thinks he can get anything he wants by whining and using puppy dog eyes.”

“So you’re saying he can’t pleasure a girl because he’s a loser?”

“Basically. Anyone claiming to have hooked up with Mingyu are either too obsessed with the idea of Mingyu himself to admit it was bad, or haven’t even been with him and just want to brag. He’s not the player he wants people to think he is.”

“That doesn’t explain why he’s asking me for help.”

Wonwoo sighs, like he doesn’t want to tell you what he is about to. “You hooked up with one of our friends last semester and he may have bragged a bit about it and ever since the whole friend group now has this idea you’re some…sex deity or something.”

Now it’s your turn to snort at Wonwoo. “Excuse me? Sex deity, yeah right. I guess if we’re talking about DK then it makes sense. Kissing and telling is totally not cool though,” you scoff. “Wait- did Mingyu ask me to tutor him just because he wanted me to teach him how to be good at sex?”

“I do know for a fact that Mingyu is failing his classes, but I cannot confirm or deny if he had ulterior motives for asking you for help. I did tell him I wouldn’t give him help though. I gave up on trying to help him out freshman year.”

“This is crazy,” you mutter.

“So I’m assuming you told him no?” Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at you.

“Unlike some people, I don’t kiss and tell. Whether any ‘kissing’ happens or not.” With that you stand and walk away from Wonwoo.

The true answer is, you haven’t decided. You were so sure when he first asked you that it was going to be a no, but now you’ve hesitated giving him a solid answer for so long that you’re starting to question your own choices. 

For one thing, you haven’t been laid since last semester when you hooked up with DK, which was seven months ago. You also like Mingyu. You’re not sure if you have any romantic feelings for him, but you for sure like hanging out with him as a friend, and you do trust him. He’s also, objectively, very attractive. Even if you’ve seen him trip over air before. You’d just be helping out a friend. How is it any different than what you’ve been doing?

It’s also the end of the semester. In reality anything goes wrong you can just ignore him until you graduate. It wouldn’t be that hard. There’s really no harm in just trying…right?

“Y/N.” You’re not expecting to see Mingyu at your apartment doorstep two weeks later. You avoided Mingyu during finals week and you haven’t had a reason to see him since the semester ended.

“Mingyu?”

“I just wanted to come here and apologize for what I said to you. It was completely inappropriate and I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I know you probably don’t want to see me anymore but I just wanted to thank you for helping me this semester. This is for you.” Mingyu holds out a small gift bag to you that you take tentatively.

Mingyu is about to start to walk away but you stop him. “Would you like to come inside?”

Mingyu hesitates, like you’re testing him. Eventually he allows himself to step through the threshold. He’s been to your place plenty of times within the last eight weeks, but right now he’s acting like this is the most uncomfortable place he could be right now.

“I talked to Wonwoo about you,” you tell him.

“O-oh…? Did he uhm, say anything?”

“He said lots of things, nothing too noteworthy though. Didn’t know DK had such a big ass mouth though.”

“It wasn’t because of DK why I asked you!” Mingyu jumps in to say, his voice raised all of a sudden. “Sorry I just, I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that?”

“So you don’t think I’d be good at sex?”

“What? No, wait! I do! No that I think about you having sex. Well I guess I do? Because I asked you? But not in that way. I do think you’re hot! I just-”

“Breathe Mingyu,” you laugh. “I’m messing with you.”

“DK isn’t why I asked you, I asked you because well, I trust you.” Mingyu’s voice is softer now and you can’t help but find him cute in this moment. “I understand why you don’t want to though, and-”

“I never said I didn’t want to, Mingyu.” Mingyu’s mouth drops open a bit. He suddenly looks invested in what you have to say. “I just needed time to think.”

“So…what did all of your thinking decide?”

“I think that you should come over here and kiss me.” It’s bold. Mingyu doesn’t hesitate to do so, though.

He’s on you within a second, his body dwarfing yours as he pushes his mouth up against yours. You two stay like that for a moment before you pull away.

“Okay, you definitely need help.”

Mingyu whines. “Already? I thought at least I was a good kisser.”

“What girls are lying to you?”

You realize that this is going to be a lot more difficult than you were expecting. Mingyu is truly inexperienced. It’s going to be awkward and a lot of stopping and starting but you’re committed now so if Mingyu doesn’t come out of this his own kind of sex deity, you’re going to be so mad at him.

“You’re too rough. You need to build it up. Girls like being able to be eased into things. You can be soft even when your dick’s not, right?” You two have relocated to your couch where you sit facing each other.

“Softer….okay. Can I try again?”

“Eager to kiss me again?”

“Y/N,” Mingyu whines.

“Fine, fine, come here.”

This time Mingyu’s approach is…softer. It’s also rigid as hell. It’s like kissing a dead fish.

“Mingyu.”

“What now? I’m doing what you said!”

“You’re doing nothing! You’re just sitting there. You have to at least put some effort into it, be interested.”

“Be interested, but don’t be over eager. How do I do that?”

You huff. “Just, let me take the lead. But please kiss back this time.”

You scoot closer to Mingyu to the point you’re almost on his lap. You cup his face and pull him towards you. He feels more loose, which is a good start. You press your lips to his you can feel Mingyu hesitate a moment before finally pressing back. It isn’t too firm and you slide your lips over his. You can hear the soft smacking noises of your lips and you rub your thumb over Mingyu’s cheek.

When you pull away Mingyu looks at you with wide eyes. “That was…so cool.”

You snort. “Cool?”

“I’ve never kissed like that.”

“I can tell.”

“Hey!”

“That’s how most girls want to be kissed, at first at least. Then when things feel right, you can start to deepen it. Get a little more passionate,” you explain.

“What do I do with my hands?” You get flashbacks to past tutoring sessions with Mingyu. You tell him something and he has thirty questions to follow.

“You just touch. Her back, her cheeks, her neck, her waist. Maybe her thigh. Have you never made out with a girl before? You have had sex before haven’t you?”

“Yes! It just was always super rushed and half drunk. I’ve never cum from a girl, and a girl has never cum from me.”

“That’s…sad, but we’re going to fix that. Also stop having drunk sex.” 

“Is that why I can’t cum?”

“It’s probably because you’re doing something wrong. And we’re going to figure it out,” you tell him. “Now that you can kiss properly, let’s move on to the next part. Making out.”

“Isn’t that the same as kissing?”

“No. Kissing is soft, slow, innocent. Making out is more intimate and passionate. It’s the real build up into doing other things.” Without warning you crawl into Mingyu’s lap and plop yourself down. “Want me to show you?” 

Mingyu’s pupils widen and he nods. “Please.”

You pull Mingyu into you by the back of his neck and smash your lips together. You press up against him, pushing him against the back of the couch. You move your lips against his. You feel Mingyu gently place his hands on your waist before kissing you back. His lips slide against yours, meeting your pace.

You break away from Mingyu for a second to catch your breath before diving right back in. It’s not the most experienced kissing, your teeth clash together and your noses keep bumping, but the passion makes up for it. You bury your fingers into the hair on the back of Mingyu’s head and you tug at it a bit and Mingyu mewls into your mouth.

“You like that?” You whisper to Mingyu and he nods frantically. Mingyu goes in to kiss you again but you stop him. “Eager are we? Remember, this is a teaching lesson, so you’re here to learn.”

“Y-yes Y/N.”

“Good boy.” Mingyu shudders at this and you smirk. “Next step is touching. Do you wanna touch me, Mingyu?” You ask and you swear to God Mingyu whines.

“Yes. Please let me touch you.”

“Where do you wanna touch, puppy?” The nickname slips out, but you can’t help it. That’s exactly what Kim Mingyu is. An eager, adorable little puppy. Mingyu seems to like it too, considering his physical reaction to being called the name.

“Anywhere, everywhere. Wherever you’ll let me Y/Nie.” He’s practically squirming under you, and you can already feel his bulge starting to strain against his pants under you.

“Well go ahead,” you tell him. “Touch me where you want to.”

With shaky arms Mingyu lifts his hands up to your breasts. He hesitates for a second and you nod at him and he pushes them forward, cupping your boobs in his palms. He squeezes there as he stares at his hands, like he can’t believe this is happening.

“Softer,” you tell him as you cover his hands with yours. You show him the right amount of pressure to squeeze with. “Here.” You push his hands off before pulling your shirt over your head so your bra is exposed and Mingyu’s eyes widen, staring at your cleavage.

He brings his hands up again to touch you. His fingertip traces along the top of your breast, before taking the whole thing in his hand. He paws at you and you let out a soft moan. This seems to encourage Mingyu and he kneads at your tit more, thumb brushing over the swell of it.

“Put it together with the kissing,” you tell him. Mingyu leans forward and you connect your lips. Your hand rests on his jaw as you guide the kiss. You push your tongue into Mingyu’s mouth and he lets you.

One of his hands continues to work at your boob, while the other runs up and down your back. It seems he’s getting more comfortable with you and the whole situation. You roll your hips in his lap, grinding down on his cock and he hisses. You giggle to yourself.

Mingyu’s hand moves down off your boob and trails down your torso before reaching around you. Both of his large hands clamp down on your ass, squeezing there. You moan into his mouth. Bold move. You throw your head back and Mingyu takes that opportunity to move his mouth down to your neck.

He presses kiss and bites against the exposed skin, licking the marks after he bites down. Just a big ole puppy.

“Mm, Gyu,” you mumble. “You’re doing so good right now. You’ve always been a fast learner though.”

“Only when it’s you,” Mingyu says against your neck.

Mingyu’s mouth moves farther and farther down until his lips press up against your breasts. He bites down particularly hard on your right one and you let out a cry of pleasure. “Shit, Mingyu.”

“S-sorry,” Mingyu pulls back quickly but you shove him right back where he was.

“No, don’t stop. So good.”

Mingyu seems to get what you mean and he continues what he was doing, biting and kissing all over your chest. His hands move up your back and you can feel him grab the clasp of your bra, but stop before doing anything. He’s waiting for permission. What a good boy.

“Go ahead Mingyu,” you tell him and two seconds later your bra is on the floor.

“Oh fuck, Y/N,” Mingyu’s hips buck up into yours as he stares at your exposed breasts. Your nipples are perky and staring straight at Mingyu. He stares right back.

“Well go on, touch ‘em.”

Mingyu brings his hand up and brushes his thumb over your nipple and you whine and push forward into his hand. This excites Mingyu and he does it again. He squeezes at the supple flesh there, watching the way his large hand envelopes your tit.

Your other boob is left untouched and Mingyu seems to realize this and he leans his head down to wrap his lips around your areola. His tongue darts out to flick at your nipple and you grind your hips down, your pussy screaming from the feeling of his hot mouth on your breast.

You throw your head back again and bury your hands into his hair, holding him in place as he feasts on your chest. You’ve never been too big on marks, but you find you can’t tell Mingyu to stop as he gnaws on your chest. 

It takes you a minute or two to remember that you’re doing this for a reason. You do your best to try and clear your head as you push Mingyu away from you. “You’re…very good at that,” you say, trying to catch your breath.

“You’re so pretty Y/N,” Mingyu whispers to you as his thumb brushes against your waist. “Especially like this.” You look down to see the red marks starting to form on your chest.

“There's more to learn, pup,” you tell him. “You’re doing so good for me right now though.” 

“Wanna learn more. Wanna do more.”

“First step is to get you out of this.” You tug at Mingyu’s shirt and he helps you pull it over his head.

You take a moment to stare at his bare chest. You’re aware he’s a fit, good looking guy, but you’re still stunned at what you see. His pecs are huge and his abs are like a washboard. You wanna drool all over his stomach. You can do that later, you have a task at hand right now.

“You know how to touch a pussy Mingyu?” You ask him.

Mingyu looks alarmed at your boldness and he averts his eyes from you. “Uhm…no.”

“That’s okay baby,” you grab his chin and force him to look at you again, “I’m gonna teach you all about it.”

You climb off his lap and Mingyu whines as you do. He shuts up real quick when he sees you shimmying out of your pants. You nod at him to do the same and Mingyu quickly pushes his pants down his legs and kicks them onto the floor.

You have a better view of his bulge this way, and you can already tell he’s huge. His cock presses tight up against his boxers, begging to be freed and played with. You push Mingyu back onto the couch and crawl back onto his lap, hovering over his thighs.

You slowly lower yourself down against him and grind your cunt against his length. Mingyu whimpers below you as you roll your hips in slow, teasing motions. You can feel almost everything with there only being two thin layers between you two. Your panties are already damp with your arousal and you stare at Mingyu in the eyes as you move against him.

“It’s so warm,” Mingyu mumbles.

“I’m wet. You did that pup. You’re gonna make it happen even more though, yeah?” Mingyu nods at you. “You know where the clit is?”

Mingyu doesn’t respond and that gives you your answer. You grab Mingyu’s hand and place it against your cunt. Mingyu’s face goes through multiple emotions before settling on one of amazement. You press two of his fingers against you until they catch on your clit. You stifle a moan as you start to move Mingyu’s fingers in small circles.

“Feel that? That’s the clit. Keep touching there.” Mingyu seems hesitant to do so, though.

“I don’t wanna do it wrong,” he tells you.

You grind your cunt down against his hand. “If you do it wrong I’ll tell you, but you better start touching me now or I’m kicking you out and getting myself off.” 

This sets Mingyu in motion and he starts to move your clit around in circles. His touch is still a bit shy at first, light and fleeting and almost not enough, like he’s teasing you.

“More,” you tell him. You reach down and press his fingers hard against you. “Firm, but not harsh.”

“It’s so wet,” Mingyu says. He’s right. Your panties are soaked through now and you can feel the roughness of the pads of his fingertips against you.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “super turned on. Gonna need you to finger me soon.” 

“F-finger you?”

“Mhmm,” you hum. “It’s easy, don’t worry. Just keep touching me like this for now.”

You lean down and capture Mingyu’s lips again. It takes him a moment to double task kissing you and touching your clit but he eventually gets the hang of it. You take one of Mingyu’s lips between your own and suck on it, pulling it into your mouth before releasing it and doing it all over again.

Mingyu moans and his fingers accidently press harder against your clit, causing you to moan as well. 

“Fuck, do that again,” Mingyu groans.

“What? Suck on your lip?”

“Yeah, please.”

“Only if you stick your fingers in me.”

“Ah, Y/N, I’m not sure…”

“You’ve come this far already. I’m so needy for it Gyu, please?” You give him your best begging eyes. “You’re the one who got me all worked up, the least you can do is fix it. You’ll learn a valuable life skill as well.”

Mingyu contemplates it for a few more seconds before agreeing. “Okay. Just, show me how, please?”

You lift your hips up a bit and push your panties to the side before grabbing Mingyu’s hand and moving further between your legs. You press Mingyu’s fingers up to your entrance and slightly lower yourself down on them, so you’re half riding his hand.

“Just push them inside and move them in and out. Like you do with any fucking motion. If you want it to feel really good, curl your fingers and try to find my g-spot.” 

“What if it doesn’t feel good?”

“Then we’ll stop and try again, or move on to something else. You’re learning Gyu, it’s okay.”

He still looks a bit weary, but he slowly pushes his fingers up in you and you bite down on your lip so you don’t scream out. His fingers are thick and you probably should have told him to start with one. He’s awkward with his technique and it’s more like he’s jamming his fingers into you, rather than thrusting.

“Gyu, Gyu, baby,” you mutter and you grab his wrist. “Remember, take your time, it’s okay.”

You pull his fingers out of you before rearranging his hands so only his pointer finger is sticking up. You help him guide it into you slowly and you start to pull his finger in and out of you, moving your hips along as you do. 

You loosen your grip on Mingyu’s hand and he starts to take over. “Mm, just like that pup. Can you curl your finger, like uh, like this.” You make the come hither motion and Mingyu does the same. You can feel his fingertip scrape against your walls, before pushing right up against where you want it.

You gasp and grind down against Mingyu’s hand. “Right there Gyu. Keep hitting right there. Add another finger too.” 

Mingyu does as told and you work on holding up your end of the bargain. You pull Mingyu’s bottom lip into your mouth and suck on it before tugging at it with your teeth. You drag your teeth over his lip before releasing it. His lip is plump and slightly red when you pull away, but his pupils are blown wide.

Without him having to ask, you dive in to do it again, enjoying his reaction. You don’t think Mingyu realizes this, but as you suck on his lip his fingers start to thrust harder into you. The harder you suck, the deeper his fingers go. Not only does it feel good but the fact he doesn’t even know he’s doing it is so hot.

You break your lips away from Mingyu, both of you a little breathless. Your mouth isn’t lonely for long though as you dip down to press kisses against his neck. Not many guys you hook up with are into it, but Mingyu seems like the type who would, and you are so right. Mingyu mewls as you suck a mark right into the junction of his neck. 

You can feel him shifting under you, his boner is probably painfully hard right now.

Mingyu’s fingers are now drenched from your arousal and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer by the second. Your legs start to tremble and you bite down onto Mingyu’s pec as your pussy spasms. You feel your whole body flood with pleasure as you ride Mingyu’s fingers. 

“Y-Y/N? Are you okay?” Mingyu asks you softly. His free hand cradles your face and he looks at you with big eyes.

You gently pull his fingers out of you as you laugh, sinking into his body. “More than okay Gyu,” you mutter. “You just made a girl cum for the first time.”

“Wait, I made you cum? Just now?” You nod into his chest. You look up at Mingyu to find him looking down at you in awe.

For a fleeting second you think about how you just taught him how to finger a girl. How he can now go out and use those skills on anyone who’s willing (and that list is quite long). 

The idea makes you…a little jealous to be honest. The thought of Mingyu using the skills you’ve taught him on another girl. You do get some satisfaction knowing that no matter who he uses them on though, you’re the one who taught him it.

You shake your head, why are you even thinking like that? Mingyu isn’t your boyfriend. This is just a tutoring lesson, nothing different than what you’ve been doing with him.

“Ready for your next lesson?” You ask him, banishing those thoughts from your mind.

“Yes!”

You caress his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “You wanna learn how to use your mouth? Lick all over my cunt and make me feel good?”

Mingyu whines. “Yes Y/N, please.”

You slide off his lap and lay yourself down on the couch. You spread your legs a bit and you let Mingyu stare at you for a second. “Well come here pup.” 

Mingyu quickly moves so he can place his face between your legs. His fingers run along the soft skin of your thighs. “How do I…”

“Uh, remember the clit from earlier? You just kind of suck and lick at it. Then if you want to do more you can do what you did with your fingers, but with your tongue instead,” you explain. Mingyu nods his head along, like he’s soaking up every word you’re saying.

Mingyu dips down between your legs and experimentally juts his tongue out and licks at your clit. His tongue is hot and wet and you need more. You let out a little encouraging hum and Mingyu dives in more. He laps at your clit, he’s a bit rough with it, but you don’t stop him, enjoying the roughness.

You reach down and bur your hands in his hair, tugging a bit. He hums against you and the vibrations go right into your clit, just as you hoped. Mingyu wraps his lips around your bud, sucking it into your mouth. You’re just about to tell him to suck a bit harder when you suddenly scream out, and not in the good way.

“Fuck, Mingyu!” You instinctively smack Mingyu against the head and he lets up. “Gyu what the hell?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He quickly backs away from you.

You sigh. It’s not his fault, he didn’t know. “You can’t bite down on the clit, it’s sensitive. How would you like it if someone bit the tip of your cock. If you really wanna use your teeth, just scrape, don’t bite.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Mingyu whispers. You scoot closer to him. He looks afraid of touching you, but you reach out and grab him instead.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. You’re still learning, you’re not going to be perfect the first time. I’m sorry for smacking you.”

“No, I probably deserve it. I know you didn’t mean to.”

“Exactly. We both did something we regret, and now we can forgive and forget, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay.” Mingyu still seems a little nervous but you just kiss at his jaw.

“We can come back to it another day, okay pup?”

“A-another day?”

“Yeah, remember, Rome wasn’t built in a day. I promise I’ll suck your dick then too, show you how a real girl should take care of you.” Mingyu nearly drools on you. “But let’s move to something more fun, yeah? Gonna show you how to use that big cock of yours.”

“Please,” Mingyu begs, his shy demeanor suddenly gone again. “My cock is so hard.”

“I know, that must hurt a lot. C’mon puppy, we’re gonna move to my bed, okay?” You crawl off of Mingyu and he scrambles to his feet. He hurries after you as you lead him to your bed. “Boxers off, on the bed.”

Mingyu quickly obeys. He strips his boxers off and climbs onto the bed, his back resting against your headrest. His dick rests against his stomach and you lick your lips at the sight. Just as you suspected, his cock is HUGE. Long and thick in all the right ways with a delicious vein running along his whole length. Yeah, you’re definitely going to have to suck his dick at some point.

“Now puppy,” you crawl onto the bed, sitting on your knees as you face Mingyu, “are you going to let me tie you up?”

Mingyu’s hips buck into the air involuntarily and he blushes. “I- uh, I’ve never thought about that but, I think I want to try.”

“Good boy.” You climb off the bed and move over to your closet. You can feel Mingyu’s eyes trail your naked form and you take your time bending down and picking out what you’re looking for.

When you turn around Mingyu is still staring shamelessly. A soft tie that you think once belonged to an ex is in your hands and you saunter back up to Mingyu. You climb over him, straddling his waist, your bare pussy hovering over his abs. You’re sure you could grind your clit to completion against them.

You lean over Mingyu’s face, bringing his wrists up over his head. You tie them to your headboard before leaning back. Mingyu’s gaze follows your tits that were just in his face and you roll your eyes. “Eyes up here pup.”

Mingyu blushes and drags his eyes up to meet yours. “Sorry.”

“If you want your arms to be let down, just tell me and I’ll untie you, okay?” He nods. “That’s a good boy.”

You lean down and kiss Mingyu. Your lips clash against each other, but Mingyu easily lets you have the dominance. You lower your body down onto him, grinding your clit against his abs. Your prediction was right. The grooves as his muscles catch on your clit.

“Fuck puppy, you’re such a good boy.”

“Y/N, please. Need to cum so bad.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.”

You reach over to your bedside table and grab a condom out of one of your drawers. You move down Mingyu's body and you roll it onto him. You notice his cock is already starting to produce precum and you resist the urge to lean down and lick it off.

Once you have the condom secured you hover over his lap and line him up to your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him. It takes a second for him to get into you, due to his large size.

Little by little, you’re able to fuck yourself down to his base. Your pussy is stuffed full and you swear you can feel him pressing up against your stomach.

“Gyu, how can you be this big, but have no clue how to use it?”

“I don’t know,” he whines, “but you feel so good right now. I think I’m gonna combust.”

“Don’t. Not until I say so.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Mingyu says.

“Now be quiet pup, I’m gonna show you how this thing should actually be used.” 

You brace yourself on Mingyu’s chest and start to roll your hips slowly. His cock stretches at your walls as it moves in and out of you. You bite your lip, half in concentration, half in covering up your moans. 

Eventually you’re about to find a good pace that’s not too fast but not painfully slow. You can hear the soft noises Mingyu is releasing, letting you know how good he feels.

“You’re being so good for me baby,” you tell him as you lean down and press a kiss to his pec.

“Feels so good Y/N,” Mingyu whimpers. “Never felt a pussy as good as yours.”

The idea that you’re the best Mingyu’s ever had drives you crazy and you start to pick up your pace. You fuck yourself on Mingyu’s dick, hard and fast. Underneath you, Mingyu is a mess. As good as this is making you feel, you know Mingyu is even closer to falling apart than you are.

“Y/N, please,” he begs.

“Please what puppy?”

“Please, choke me.” The request isn’t what you were expecting, but you’re not mad at it.

You slide your hand up his chest and to his neck. You slide your fingers into the right place for safe choking and squeeze slightly. “Aww, does my pretty puppy like when my hand is collar?”

Mingyu just nods to the best of his ability, his breath coming out in small puffs.

“What a good boy for me.” You lean forward and kiss his forehead. “Look at you, all fucked out. That’s been your problem baby. You’ve never been successful because you need someone to take care of you, don’t you? You’re just a pliant little pup who needs to be bossed around.”

Mingyu whimpers at your words and you know you’re right. It’s almost laughable. The big, campus “player” is nothing but a submissive puppy who didn’t even know how to kiss until two hours ago.

It’s kind of hot though, discovering Mingyu’s kinks before anyone else can. This is just for you and him. You lean down and press your lips against Mingyu’s. Your grip on his throat helps you guide his face to yours and press hard and firm against him, wanting to taste every part of him.

You’re not sure what you were expecting when you agreed to help Mingyu out with this, but it definitely wasn’t how intimate it feels right now. You can’t say you hate it though. Mingyu’s body pressed against yours, your breaths mingling as his fat cock crams up against your cervix.

“Nngh, Y/N, close,” Mingyu mutters to his best abilities. “Please. Needa cum.”

“Aw, doesn’t my puppy want me to let him cum?” He nods. “Hmm, well since this is your first time being able to cum during sex, I guess I’ll let you have this. Come on puppy, give it to me.”

Mingyu sighs in relief at your words and he thrusts up into you once, twice, and then he’s cumming, painting the condom white with his semen. You don’t let him catch a break though, continuing to fuck yourself with his cock so you can cum too.

Mingyu whimpers with overstimulation as you reach down to furiously rub at your clit. You can tell Mingyu is dying to help but his hands are still tied up. You feel your stomach start to tighten up and then your legs are giving out and you fall against Mingyu, your cunt throbbing against him. You pant into his chest as you roll your hips lazily trying to prolong your orgasm as much as you.

When it seems that it’s over you reach up and untie Mingyu’s arms before gently lifting yourself off him and flopping down onto the bed.

“Normally after sex you do aftercare. Drinking water, going pee, cleaning up. Cuddles if needed,” you explain, still a little out of breath.

“Do you…want to cuddle?” Mingyu looks at you with innocent eyes and you melt a little.

“Uh, yeah, if you want to.”

“I’m always open to cuddles!” It sounds like a message that would be pre-recorded in a Valentine’s Day teddy bear, but you guess that kind of sums up Mingyu. 

“Lemme go pee and get some water, and then we’ll cuddle okay?” You get up and go through your list of things you need to do. When you make it back to your bed it seems Mingyu has cleaned himself off with a tissue and you hand him a cup of water that he happily chugs down.

You climb back into your bed and slip under the cover. Mingyu does the same and you bury yourself into his side. His body is warm and still buzzing with that after sex glow and you rest your head on his chest. Neither of you bothered to get dressed and you relish in the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

“Y/N-ah?” Mingyu whispers and you look up at him. “Thanks for doing this. It uh, means a lot to me.”

“Yeah well, I got something out of it too, so no big deal.” 

“I know but, I’m just really happy it’s you.”

The words hold a second meaning to them that you can’t quite place yet. You don’t respond, just press yourself up against Mingyu tighter. You can wonder about the future for you and Mingyu after you’re done cuddling.

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“What’re you looking at?” 

You already know Mingyu has seen your screen, so you make no attempt to quickly turn off your phone or hide it. He’s leaning over your shoulder, his face mere inches from yours, and the sudden question in a surprisingly low voice is enough to make you jump. 

“Oh— my god, you scared the shit out of me.” You turn around, glaring at him, phone still open. Before you can make a move to stop him, he quickly snatches your phone, stepping back and smirking as he stares at the screen.

“I know you find me hot, but this is a new level of obsession, babe.” His smile keeps growing as he stares, and music plays from your phone. He turns it up. 

It’s an edit to the song ‘Baila Morena’, with a close-up of Mingyu’s pretty face on the screen. It’s an excerpt from one of his streams, where he’s leaning into the camera, smiling smugly after promising his viewers he’d win the game.

The clip had blown up so much on social media that it became a bit of an urban legend. You’ve known for a long time that Mingyu’s looks are very popular, but this clip seems only to make people love him more. 

Sometimes you feel lucky. A guy as good-looking, kind and famous as Mingyu is spending his time with you. Those times he calls you over to his stream to wave a little ‘hello’ to the chat, or when his viewers are getting a little too rowdy so he gets you to come sit on his lap… you wonder what you’d done in a past life to deserve him.

“It’s your fault you’re always on my feed. Baiting your viewers like that,” you mumble, frowning. You’re not mad, at all. Part of you feels proud that everyone is simping over your boyfriend that much. It’s also kind of annoying, though, the constant reminders online that other people have their eyes on him are mildly unsettling.

Mingyu puts the phone down, settling by your side on the couch with a loud ‘plop’. The cushions sink as you nuzzle into each other. 

“Are you jealous?” he asks, kissing your forehead softly, one thumb drawing tiny circles on your shoulder as he pulls you closer into him. 

“Not really, I know it’s part of your job,” you shrug, “it’s just a bit irritating when people are thirsting for you online— never mind, I’m jealous. But, I’m not stopping them, though. I know you love me.” Your assertion is obvious, and it’s exactly what Mingyu was about to say. He kisses you again, softly, and it makes your face heat a little from embarrassment. You’re the one who has him, but you’re getting jealous over everyone else who adores him.

“Summed it up perfectly, love. You know, I was about to start streaming soon, so you should join me. Put them in their place.” 

While you can’t see Mingyu’s face, you can just hear his smirk in his voice. 

The viewers love having you on-stream. You’ve seen several edits of people simping for you.

One, in particular, began with Mingyu, one of the thirst-trap types when he threw his head back out of anger. Then, it paused, cutting to a video of a guy snapping a photo with a camera, directed at the viewer. After that, something like ‘nah, forget him for a sec, i want his gf’ was plastered on the screen, and slowed-down clips of you smiling, winking, and even playing a game were shown. That boosted your ego a lot.

“You know what? I will. Let me get dressed.”

***

“Oh my god, you’re dressed like a slut. Holy shit,” Mingyu practically gasps, eyes wide in shock. You watch his pupils shift slightly as he gazes at your figure up and down, grinning stupidly the more he stares. 

It’s nothing too racy. A short skirt that goes slightly past the swell of your butt, a low-cut compression shirt and eye-makeup that made you look like a daring vixen. You were worried at first, but Mingyu’s reaction is enough reassurance. 

He sits up in his chair slightly. “Shit, might cancel this stream. I’m not just sitting here like an idiot when you’re looking this gorgeous.” 

You roll your eyes, laughing. With a quick push, you rotate his chair around swiftly, then you pull it back and seat yourself on his lap. The chair isn’t really big enough to fit two people, but you’ve sat on his lap on-stream before, so you know he won’t mind. In fact, he’ll love it. 

That fact is reinforced by his deep, quiet groan as you wiggle yourself around a little to get comfortable. You act completely oblivious to the fact that he’s hard under you, but you both know better than that. You won’t entertain it, however—the stream’s scheduled to start in five minutes.

As Mingyu’s opening his stream software, opening a game, turning the lights on right, he mindlessly rests his head on your shoulder. You can feel each exhale of air on your chest, and it’s pleasantly cold.

“Babe, you know what we should do? Like the sensory deprivation thing.” 

You raise an eyebrow at that, but he’s clearly not thinking what you’re thinking.

“I play, you have the headphones on so you’ve got to tell me who’s where, or the other way. If we play Valorant, that could be pretty cool.” 

You’ve played Valorant before. There was a period where you had spent a lot of time sweating it, then you’d relaxed a little since you were spending too much time on it. You were slightly worse than Mingyu, but good enough to put up a fight. Deciding it’s a good idea, you smile, agreeing to it. 

“Totally, we should. I like that,” you reply. 

“Good, good,” he mumbles softly, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. You smile at that. He’s always been a sucker for being close to you, whether it’s the lingering touches as you get out of bed in the mornings, or quick pecks before you leave for work, or the times he’ll lean into you when you’re sat together. 

You watch as he finishes setting up the stream software. Before long, the cursor is resting over the ‘Start Streaming’ button, but he hesitates on pressing it.

“You’re not going to start randomly teasing me during the stream, right? I can just tell from the look on your face. You’re in the mood to be cheeky,” Mingyu chuckles, sitting back against the chair for a moment. His hands settle on your hips, pads of his fingers gently pressing your warm skin and releasing. Press. Release. 

“You know me too well, Gyu,” you reply, a jaunty tone to your voice.

“Is it bad that I like the idea of that?” he asks, half talking to the air, half talking to you. “Maybe I’m just being careless, and I’ve no clue how the viewers would react if they caught on, but… shit, I’m getting too excited even thinking about that.” 

“And you call me a whore,” you choke through a fit of giggles, turning around to see his face. 

What a surprise. Mingyu’s getting shy.

He’s blushing slightly, and it’s a cute sight you wish the viewers wouldn’t see.

You’re not completely shocked, though. When you’d first had sex, his face flushed a deep shade of rose when you’d stripped, unable to form coherent sentences from how new it all was to him.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Is it supposed to feel this good? Or am I just stupid?”

“You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” 

Pinching his cheek carefully, you press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “God, I love you, Mingyu.” 

Somehow, he smiles even wider. “I love you, too.” 

With a final kiss to your cheek, he hits the ‘Start Streaming’ button.

It’s only a few seconds before the viewer count begins to go up, and the chat begins to fill up. After five seconds, the number is at 17. After thirty, it’s just passed 700. When Mingyu finally begins to say hi, greeting the chat, responding to messages, the count has risen to 25,000 viewers. 

Sometimes you forget how popular he is.

Mingyu squints at the screen. “‘Y/n is finally on stream!’” He reads enthusiastically. “You bet, she is. She hasn’t been on in a while, and we had a fun little idea, so why not? Ooh— ‘mingyusonlyfans’, wait.” He chuckles at the username. He’s seen that viewer several times in chat—they’re an avid donor and active participant. “‘Mingyusonlyfans’, thanks for the twenty! Yes, I was actually considering a baking stream soon, I’m still trying to figure out how the camera would have to be set up for that. Yes, yes, it’s a Valorant stream today, I’ll explain in a moment.” He squints again. “I agree completely, to be honest, Y/n’s looking as fine as fuck right now. She’s mine, though,” Mingyu finishes, with a bashful grin. 

He switches from his stream monitor to the game, opening it up and clicking a few other buttons. His arms have sneakily wrapped around your waist, warm against the bare, chilly skin exposed thanks to the crop-top you’re wearing. 

You smile, seeing Mingyu’s face in the stream camera. Maybe, you can’t blame the viewers anymore. If you were a random person who’d seen him the first time, you’d be behaving the exact same way.

“So, chat,” Mingyu starts, leaning back, once he’s pressed the ‘Start’ button. You can see that he’s in a full party, the other users being ‘vernonline’, ‘xuminghao_o’, ‘everyone_woo’, and ‘joshu_acoustic’. You know them pretty well. They’re Mingyu’s friends from college, and you’ve met them on several occasions.

“We’re doing a two-people-one-game sorta thing. She wears the headphones, listens during the games, talks in party chat, but I’m the one physically playing. She has to call stuff out, I have to try and be quick enough. That’s all there is to it, really— oh, and we’re joined by Vernon, Minghao, Wonwoo, and Joshua! If you haven’t already, try checking out their streams. They’re lovely people.” 

You see the chat run rampant, full of excitement and anticipation. 

thedeerex   YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE OMLLLLLLL

xuminghao_o ✔️   hey y/n (ignoring mingyu)

kcsbogeys just gifted 10 subs!   y/n can i marry you :) 

pooooooio   ONG HAO’S IN CHAT HIII

mingyusonlyfans   hi minghao aaaaaaaa

vernonline ✔️   sub to vernonline

choguesungsabs   oml when is it my turn

inyourmumsroom   why is that such a token vernon thing LMAO]

Seeing so many messages aimed towards you warms your heart. They had followed and subscribed to Mingyu’s channel for him, not you, yet they’re still so happy and receptive when you do appear. That sort of kindness restores your faith in humanity.

Match found, the voice on the game suddenly calls out, and Mingyu sits up. His slender hand finds the mouse and the cursor hovers over numerous agents. He stops. 

“Babe, you pick,” Mingyu shrugs, taking your hand by the wrist and placing it onto the mouse. 

Your eyes flare. “Why me? You’re the one playing. What if I pick an agent you’re shit at? And, then, you throw?”

Mingyu feigns offence, sitting back slightly and creasing his eyebrow. “That’s a bold assumption for you to make. I’m good with every agent.”

You shake your head, laughing. That’s quite obviously a lie. You’ve sat with him as he played Valorant before. He has several agents he’s terrible at playing. 

You’ve two choices. One, pick an agent he likes, but it’s terrible for the map, Breeze. Two, pick an agent he likes which also suits the map. Three: be totally evil, and pick an agent he hates, and is totally unsuitable for the map.

With a few moments of consideration, you click and lock the agent named ‘Neon’. Before you can turn to Mingyu, Wonwoo groans through the voice chat, saying, “for God’s sake, Y/n, I was going to lock Neon. Now I have to play Phoenix or something.” 

All you do is chuckle at that before turning to look at Mingyu. He has a very satisfied smile on his face, and his eyes are practically sparkling. “Neon on Breeze? Y/n, love, you’re being so good to me today,” he practically purrs, poking at your shoulder bashfully with a shy frown. As the others carefully lock their agents, Mingyu leans back, tightening his grip around your waist, still reading the chat.

You’re almost sure that his comment was intended as an innuendo. After all, his original purpose of having you on stream was to “Put them in their place.” As the final countdown to the game’s start begins, you remember all of the times he’s praised you equally as gently, albeit he was on top of and inside you, not just gaming and streaming. You know, for a fact, that he was being sly on purpose. 

Mingyu’s arms hook under yours as he sits up a little, fingers settling on the keyboard and mouse. The ‘Buy Phase’ begins, and he’s hastily buying a gun, moving around. 

“I’m always good to you,” you mumble, watching how his fingers shift back and forth as he mashes the keys to get his character to move around. Maybe it’s just because you’re aware of how close he is to you, but you can’t help but see those fingers as the same ones he’s used to touch you, fuck you, shove inside of you when you’re desperate for his touch.

You’re beginning to see why he likes the idea of this stream so much. 

The game begins, and Mingyu’s careful eyes watch the screen, darting around the moment anything moves. You can hear Vernon’s voice through the party chat, saying, “I’m hearing two on site. Woo, can you flash? We’ll enter on that.” 

“They’re going to enter after Wonwoo flashes,” you repeat, and Mingyu moves his cursor up and down a little, like an in-game nod of acknowledgement. 

In a short, ensuing battle, Vernon and Minghao are both killed, but Mingyu manages to kill the enemies, planting the spike. The moment that happens, the remaining three players hide, listening carefully, and so do you. 

“I’m hearing one by the doors, Wonwoo says Jett should be one-shot, I think she’s lurking ‘round the spike,” you say quickly, trying not to take Mingyu’s attention for too long. He follows your words, turning his attention to the aforementioned areas, before killing both Chamber and Jett.

“Babe, you are the best,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder while watching carefully for the final member of the enemy team. “If I get an ace this round, well…” 

As Mingyu trails off, your face heats up. You’re not one to be shy, but in front of twenty-five-thousand viewers, it’s a different story. You’re thankful that the LEDs in Mingyu’s room are glowing a dark shade of blue, or else the viewers would’ve caught on.

You’re half-expecting him to finish the sentence with something like “I’ll kiss you” or “I’ll cook you dinner,” but his thought process is aborted, leaving the message up for interpretation. You’ve always preferred it when he’s direct, but it’s understandable that he’s not, this time, since so many people are watching. If anything, it’s always better to leave it to the imagination.

In fear of disrupting his focus, you choose not to respond. 

“Brim’s by the Switch,” you blurt out quickly, hearing faint footsteps in that direction. Mingyu quickly flicks his wrist in that direction, and the moment the remaining player appears, he clicks, killing them.

Ace, the game’s voice calls out, and Mingyu cheers loudly, arms raised high, in the air. Through the voice chat, Joshua and Vernon are praising his skill, practically screaming through the mic. The chat goes wild, moving too fast for the eye to see, full of excitement.

Caratnation_42   IT’S THE Y/N X MINGYU BUFF

susEtrash   KEEP HER FOR EVERY VALORANT STREAM RN

You’re terribly flattered at the compliments being spewed out. It’s probably a rare stroke of luck, you’re aware, and the viewers probably are, too, but that doesn’t stop it from feeling good.

“You’re my lucky charm, Y/n, you’re sticking around for every stream now,” Mingyu smiles, and it only makes you feel better. If you had the time, you would watch him stream and game whenever you got the chance.

As the stream continues, you realise that it may not be just a stroke of luck. While Wonwoo, Minghao, Vernon and Joshua are playing well, Mingyu seems to stand out. His aim seems to be extraordinary today, as well as his reflexes. The fact that he has no audio doesn’t seem to hinder him very much, which is surprising since it’s such an integral part to playing the game. The more he plays well, clutches rounds, pulls off crazy stunts suggested by the donations, the happier you both feel. He snuggles further into you as time passes, absentmindedly pressing kisses to your jaw, neck, shoulder, when he feels like it.

At the midpoint of the game, Mingyu is reading out a donation, when you decide to shift a little on his lap. 

“Superstoresalad, thanks for the fifty fucking gifted subs! Holy shit! I appreciate that so, so much,” he reads out enthusiastically. He’s always been grateful when people donate, and is extremely shocked when people do massive donations like that. “Can you bring Y/n onto the stream more often? Pretty please,” he coos, reading the message. The last word is comically dragged out. “Of course I ca—”

Mingyu’s answer is cut short by a familiar jolt of pleasure when you move around a little, probably intentionally grinding on his lap. He does his best to ignore it, not wanting to give too much away to the viewers, and clears his throat so he can finish his sentence. “Of course I can! I’d lo—oh—ove to!”

With a glance at the camera, he checks out what he’s working with. First, he sees you, smiling at the screen with feigned innocence on your face. Then, he realises that the camera doesn’t show much—it’s just your face and a little beyond your shoulders. With his heart threatening to burst from his chest out of nervousness, he sneaks his left hand onto your bare thigh, going further and further in, until it’s slotted neatly in between your warm thighs, his hand a stark, cold contrast. Before you can comment, he squeezes your soft skin, a little harder than usual. 

That kind of grasp has an uncanny resemblance to the countless times he’s laid you down onto his bed, face buried in your legs, hands clutching your thighs with bruising thickness so he can eat you out without you instinctively shutting your legs. 

If he does that in front of the camera, at this very moment, you’re not sure you’d mind.

The momentary squeeze is quickly withdrawn so he can continue playing. You’re beginning to get miserable at the fact that this is the first game and it’s not even done. However, you still have a lot of time to keep tugging at his strings, which can only increase the magnitude of his reaction once he clicks ‘Stop Streaming’. 

What you could do next is the only thought on your mind as you passively call out in-game updates for your boyfriend to watch out for. You could keep grinding on his lap, but, given time, that’d probably give him the sweet release he’s clearly aching for. 

“W-wait, my slider fell off, can I grab it?” you mumble, turning around to meet eyes with Mingyu. Seeing your innocent look, he can’t deny something that simple, and quickly pushes the chair back so you can get up easily. 

Watchful of the game’s timer, you stand up slowly, bending straight over, deciding not to crouch. Your short skirt behaves exactly as you expect, riding up with any slight movements—in this case, it almost completely exposes your ass, close to him, covered only in a lacey, black thong. You pretend to struggle for a moment, fumbling for your slider, and you hear Mingyu clear his throat. Once you’ve grabbed the slider and pushed it closer to you, he grabs your hips with both hands, practically slamming you back down onto his lap. 

He quickly tabs off, muting his mic.

“I see what you’re doing. You sneaky cunt.” 

Mingyu’s harsh words are a contrast to his on-screen appearance—to the viewers, he’s smiling wide, kissing your exposed shoulder sweetly, muttering sweet nothings to his lover. To you, it’s clearly a different story. 

You can’t deny you’re loving it. From his choice of words, to the way he’s caged you into the desk with his large body, to how his warm breath tickles your skin as he calmly watches the screen. The most exhilarating part, however, is that no one will know. No eye, no matter how watchful, will know.

“You’re enjoying it, though, aren’t you, Gyu?” you mutter softly, carefully ensuring that your mouth isn’t fully visible. Who knew if someone would try to read your lips.

To that, he has no answer. You see him bite his lip slightly in the camera preview, before he unmutes you both, quickly covering up for the ‘mistake’, saying, “Sorry, guys, accidentally hit my mute keybind.” 

Bullshit. 

“Jett and Chamber have both used their ult,” you warn, immersing yourself back into the game as if nothing happened. You’ll give Mingyu a small break before you pull something a little more extreme. “Do you want something to drink? I’m gonna nip to the kitchen,” you chirp as the round ends in another win at Mingyu’s hands.

“Some orange juice would be nice,” he smiles as you get up. He’s partially expecting you to bend over or something, again, but he’s surprised when you genuinely just leave in the direction of the kitchen to grab a drink. 

As you pour two glasses of orange juice, you spend a moment wondering what the next best move would be. You’ve so many options—you’re not in front of the camera anymore.

You hear Mingyu rage as he fumbles a kill. Maybe it isn’t just a coincidence that he’s been outperforming the rest of the lobby with you around; he hasn’t raged once the whole time, since he doesn’t have any reason to.

Picking up the glasses, you carefully bring them back to your shared bedroom. After entering the room, you quickly set them down on the dresser by the door, before taking a glance at Mingyu’s screen to see if he’s busy. He’s not, he’s dead, so you can do something. 

“Hey, Mingyu,” you whisper. His head turns in your direction, smiling when he sees you. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, you briskly take off the shirt you’re wearing, winking as his expression melts from one of happiness to one of surprise. In an attempt to hide his intention, he quickly says to the camera, “Let me just go help her, one sec.” 

Mingyu’s reaction isn’t surprising. You’re wearing a new lingerie set you splurged on recently, courtesy of Ann Summers, a set you knew he’d adore. It’s the lacy thong from before, leaving very little to the imagination, and an extremely sheer push-up bra, in a dark shade of jet black. It’s a lot more fancy than other sets you’ve purchased, but the money is worth it.

In a flash, he’s in front of you, fingers pensively ghosting over the pretty lace and seams. His touch is as light as a feather, which you can’t say you were expecting—all of the taunting was supposed to elicit an angry response, one in which Mingyu is angry and unafraid to manhandle you. 

This, however, is the opposite.

You watch his eyes as they glaze over, the corners of his mouth upturning in a wry smile. His fingertips complete one, final trace of your sides, the swell of your breasts, and hook into the straps, gently feeling around.

“God, I want you, bad,” he breathes, eyelids fluttering as he withdraws his touch. “I know this is an understatement, but you really know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You’re beginning to like this quiet, pouty Mingyu more.

“Well, I wanted to get you riled up, but this is even better.”

“You have no idea how tempted I am to pretend the Wi-Fi’s out or something so I can actually make good of you looking this pretty.” 

You push him away with the tip of your finger, winking as you put your shirt back on. “Focus on the game, babe. Bros before hoes.” 

Mingyu scowls, picking up the glasses of orange juice. “You’re well aware that I’ve never believed in that.”

You chuckle, straightening out the hem of the shirt and returning back to the camera. “I know.”

Seamlessly, he’s back to pretending for the viewers. “Are you guys seeing this?” He holds the orange juice up to the camera. “She filled it so full.” You take your seat back on his lap, making sure to take a lot of time shuffling and shifting on his lap again. “She couldn’t open the door without it spilling,” he smiles sweetly. 

You turn to face him, squinting at him questioningly. “You’re so clumsy,” he adds, unable to hold back the smug smile on his face. As a small, inconsequential form of retribution, he pecks your lips quickly before turning back to the game to finish it off.

The rest of the stream passes without a hitch, and you decide to give him a rest. It’s just you, sat on his lap, calling game updates out, and him kissing you every time he clutches something up. You’ve got to give it to him, he hasn’t lost sight of the original purpose: putting the viewers in their place. Compared to the other times he’s had you with him while gaming, the displays of affection are much more, but still soft and gentle, subtle enough not to put the viewers off.

However, you think, it’s nothing compared to away from the camera.

When the game finishes, Mingyu cheers happily, leaning back in the chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment, hands still holding your hips. “That game was so much better than I was thinking.”

“Thought you were going to flop, but you got match MVP, huh? You’re just better,” you shrug simply.

“I really am.” His response is simple, but you can tell how good he’s feeling just from that win. “One more game,” Mingyu shrugs to the camera, queuing in the game again.

You don’t blame him for choosing to play another game. In an ideal situation, he’d stop the stream and fuck you senseless, but that would seem kind of fishy. When he’s clearly all over you, and his streams usually last two hours, the forty minutes would seem strange. Some people would end up putting two and two together; Mingyu has his limits on what people talk about.

Regardless, you take your mind off teasing him for the next two games, immersing yourself in the gameplay, doing your best to help Mingyu win. The next games don’t go as smoothly as the first, but they’re still a lot better than usual, so you’re beginning to think that you’re actually affecting something. While that’s unlikely, you still let it inflate your ego. 

Mingyu only gets sweeter during the stream, too. You feel every one of his lingering touches on your hips, stomach, arms, how he brushes your hair away so he can get a better view, the way he rests his chin on your shoulder. Part of you begins to feel bad that you’ve been mercilessly teasing him this whole time since he’s being so sweet and patient to you now, but you still know he likes it.

The next games pass quickly, and before you know it, Mingyu is waving goodbye to the stream, and you’re blowing little kisses to the camera. As you sense the closing music coming to an end, you watch as Mingyu clicks ‘Stop Streaming’ on the software, before taking a long, deep breath and leaning back in his chair. 

You get up quickly, walking over to his bed behind you, and sitting on it, cross-legged. Following a moment’s consideration, Mingyu gets up, practically ripping off his shirt as he saunters over to you. 

You’re sure that Mingyu’s supposed to be the flustered one, but the sight of Mingyu’s abs and defined torso has you swallowing nervously. You stand up to match his height. He does nothing but stare into your eyes for a moment.

Without a word, his fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, and you lift your arms as he tugs up, making it easier for him to take it off. He’s equally as dumbfounded as before, eyes blank as he stares at your beautiful lingerie, taking his time to engrave the picture in his head.

“When did you buy this?” Mingyu whispers softly, awestruck. “You look gorgeous.”

You scrunch your nose, slightly confused but welcoming the question. “Like a week ago. I got it ‘cause I knew you’d dig it but didn’t find the right time to, uh, show you— okay, cut the bullshit, Gyu, are you not mad I teased you so much?” 

“I was, for a second,” he starts, considering his own words. His fingers work quickly to pull the skirt off you. “Part of me really did just want to fuck that attitude out of you. Then, I thought about it. When people have girlfriends as pretty as you, they should take their time. And that’s what I’m going to do to you. Plus, wouldn’t it be a shame if you spent all of this time picking up and buying racy little bras like this then I ripped it off in a second?” 

You’re astonished that he’s even thought that far. Regardless of his response, you weren’t going to be too fussed if he did just strip you immediately, but you’re loving how he’s actually taking his time to look at you. 

His large hands, once again, take their place on either hip and guide you down onto his bed, and before you know it, you’re laying on your back with a satisfied Mingyu looking down at you. You can’t help but remain in disbelief at how he’s so calm, so composed. You recall numerous times where he’s roughly fucked the frustration out, coming quickly before fingering you in the shower to get you off. This isn’t the same. And you’re loving it.

Mingyu leans down to kiss you, but you stop him, pressing the tip of your finger to his chest. He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, and quickly complies after you ask him to take his joggers off. With that, he’s left in nothing but a pair of dark boxers, and you let him kiss you this time, his entire frame practically caging you.

His kisses are slow. They’re soft and loving, honeyed by his intent to be slow with you. The first few are gentle pecks, but it quickly morphs into a gentle make-out, with his hands roaming all over you.

You don’t miss how he grinds his hips into your clothed pussy. Your thighs spread further the more he touches you, unfortunately clenching around nothing, and you smirk slightly into his kiss once you feel how fast his heart is beating. Once you feel his heart beating subtly under your palm, you can’t help but keep your hand fixed there, enamoured by his body’s reaction to just… being with you. 

“W— what, what’s with the— the hand,” Mingyu stutters, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise, mouth forming a little ‘o’. Despite pulling his lips away from yours, he’s still mere millimetres away from you, not even to mention how one of his hands is holding the small of your back, the other snaking around the back of your thigh to hold your leg around his waist.

You smile, glancing at his eyes before planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “It’s just cute, babe. How your heart’s going so fast, I mean.”

“Don’t call me cute when we’re having sex,” he pouts, “I’m supposed to be in charge, here.” 

“You are? Last I checked, you were frowning and kissing me because I looked too pretty for your little head to handle.” 

“Tease me again and you’re fucking yourself, and I’m going to sit back and let you do it all. You don’t act like it, but you want my dick just as much as I love your pussy.” 

You stick your tongue out slightly, leaning in and bumping your forehead into his gently. Your hand moves from his chest, down his back and onto his ass, giving it a good squeeze. “I’d like to see you try,” you smirk, holding eye-contact as you keep a firm grip on his surprisingly soft flesh.

“Sure.” Is all he responds before he resumes kissing you, deciding to finally get rid of the final layers of fabric covering you. It’s only a few seconds before his fingers have slipped off your bra and panties, and he tosses them carelessly onto the ground. His fingertips reach down to your pussy, circling your clit slightly, before hesitantly pushing two inside you. They go in surprisingly easily, but there’s not enough time for you to adjust. He swiftly pulls both fingers out, smiling at you before reaching into his nightstand and pulling out a condom.

“You thought, didn’t you?” Mingyu smiles, briefly glancing up at you as he’s opening the package. Cheeky little shit. “I didn’t think you’d be that wet already, though, I guess being touched by me for hours on end works wonders for your mind.”

“No shit,” you huff, watching his fingers simultaneously work off his boxers and the condom out of the wrapper. Before long, he’s rolled it over his long, throbbing erection, and you can’t help but stare. You’ve taken him too many times to count, but that excitement inside of you bubbles up all the same, every single time. 

As he smoothly enters you, you watch the expression on his face morph from excited anticipation to unbridled bliss. He’s always been vocal about how much he loves fucking you, whether it’s your face, your words, or just how perfectly you seem to take his cock.

Mingyu’s pace is slightly faster than normal, but it’s still not fast enough to match that rage-filled, orgasm-chasing kind of sex you’ve had before. You like watching his face contort as the pleasure in him builds the more he pushes in and out of your pussy, not even to mention how the muscles on his back ripple every time he fucks into you. If there’s one feature of his you have to pick out, it’d be his stamina, the way he seems to be able to fuck for forever.

You don’t miss the way he sneaks one arm around your waist, gripping it tightly and lifting it up just a little. You’ve always loved raising your waist slightly when he fucks you, since it feels to feel ten times better, and combined with how he sounds, you’re sure you’ll come in no time.

“Shit,” he grunts, swallowing slightly, “I fucking love how your pussy swallows me so well.” He grimaces before letting out a guttural groan, and you can’t help but feel even more turned on by that. 

“Oh, I know, baby, I know,” you moan, fingernails digging into the unyielding flesh of his shoulders. You can’t help it, not when he’s making you feel this good, not when you feel like you’re going to orgasm already. He’s close, too, you can tell, as you watch his forehead turn slick with the effort of repeatedly pushing his cock into your pussy. 

Maybe he’s more desperate to come than you think. He’s going fast and hard, with no intention of slowing down or stopping in sight. 

For a little while, you let him fuck you in silence, enjoying how his breaths become long and deep, ragged and frequent, as he gets so painfully close to coming. Before you know it, his body is slowing to a stop as a string of unfiltered groans leave his mouth, filling up his condom quickly, trying to keep himself coming for as long as he can possibly tolerate.

Wincing, he quickly pulls out, taking off his condom and throwing it in the trash, modestly covering it with stray wrappers.

“You really were serious, huh, Gyu?” you smirk up at him, trying not to show how frustrated you are from being denied your orgasm. 

“You thought I wasn’t? Oh, babe, if you want to come now, you’re going to have to do it yourself. Without my cock,” he smiles innocently, ruffling his hair, which is messy from moving around so much.

You stand up, grabbing him by the shoulders, pushing him under you. You straddle his upper thighs harshly, making sure to clamp down a little harder than usual.

Then, you say something you know he can’t resist.

Leaning down, you whisper in his ear, “Let me use your cock, and I’ll let you come in me.”

When you pull away, you watch his face carefully. He does nothing but meet your eyes, tonguing the inside of his cheek slowly before frowning in consideration.

“I mean, when you put it like that…” he winces, almost mad at himself for even considering going back on his own word. “Come on. You can’t even blame me if I actually agreed to that.”

“Exactly, I can’t,” you flutter, smiling wide. “Your call, baby.”

With a long, deep breath, Mingyu closes his eyes, before opening them again and looking you straight in the eye. “Nope. I may have given in every, single other time, but you’ve been too cocky this time. You don’t win over me every time, hun.” 

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“What’re you looking at?” 

You already know Mingyu has seen your screen, so you make no attempt to quickly turn off your phone or hide it. He’s leaning over your shoulder, his face mere inches from yours, and the sudden question in a surprisingly low voice is enough to make you jump. 

“Oh— my god, you scared the shit out of me.” You turn around, glaring at him, phone still open. Before you can make a move to stop him, he quickly snatches your phone, stepping back and smirking as he stares at the screen.

“I know you find me hot, but this is a new level of obsession, babe.” His smile keeps growing as he stares, and music plays from your phone. He turns it up. 

It’s an edit to the song ‘Baila Morena’, with a close-up of Mingyu’s pretty face on the screen. It’s an excerpt from one of his streams, where he’s leaning into the camera, smiling smugly after promising his viewers he’d win the game.

The clip had blown up so much on social media that it became a bit of an urban legend. You’ve known for a long time that Mingyu’s looks are very popular, but this clip seems only to make people love him more. 

Sometimes you feel lucky. A guy as good-looking, kind and famous as Mingyu is spending his time with you. Those times he calls you over to his stream to wave a little ‘hello’ to the chat, or when his viewers are getting a little too rowdy so he gets you to come sit on his lap… you wonder what you’d done in a past life to deserve him.

“It’s your fault you’re always on my feed. Baiting your viewers like that,” you mumble, frowning. You’re not mad, at all. Part of you feels proud that everyone is simping over your boyfriend that much. It’s also kind of annoying, though, the constant reminders online that other people have their eyes on him are mildly unsettling.

Mingyu puts the phone down, settling by your side on the couch with a loud ‘plop’. The cushions sink as you nuzzle into each other. 

“Are you jealous?” he asks, kissing your forehead softly, one thumb drawing tiny circles on your shoulder as he pulls you closer into him. 

“Not really, I know it’s part of your job,” you shrug, “it’s just a bit irritating when people are thirsting for you online— never mind, I’m jealous. But, I’m not stopping them, though. I know you love me.” Your assertion is obvious, and it’s exactly what Mingyu was about to say. He kisses you again, softly, and it makes your face heat a little from embarrassment. You’re the one who has him, but you’re getting jealous over everyone else who adores him.

“Summed it up perfectly, love. You know, I was about to start streaming soon, so you should join me. Put them in their place.” 

While you can’t see Mingyu’s face, you can just hear his smirk in his voice. 

The viewers love having you on-stream. You’ve seen several edits of people simping for you.

One, in particular, began with Mingyu, one of the thirst-trap types when he threw his head back out of anger. Then, it paused, cutting to a video of a guy snapping a photo with a camera, directed at the viewer. After that, something like ‘nah, forget him for a sec, i want his gf’ was plastered on the screen, and slowed-down clips of you smiling, winking, and even playing a game were shown. That boosted your ego a lot.

“You know what? I will. Let me get dressed.”

***

“Oh my god, you’re dressed like a slut. Holy shit,” Mingyu practically gasps, eyes wide in shock. You watch his pupils shift slightly as he gazes at your figure up and down, grinning stupidly the more he stares. 

It’s nothing too racy. A short skirt that goes slightly past the swell of your butt, a low-cut compression shirt and eye-makeup that made you look like a daring vixen. You were worried at first, but Mingyu’s reaction is enough reassurance. 

He sits up in his chair slightly. “Shit, might cancel this stream. I’m not just sitting here like an idiot when you’re looking this gorgeous.” 

You roll your eyes, laughing. With a quick push, you rotate his chair around swiftly, then you pull it back and seat yourself on his lap. The chair isn’t really big enough to fit two people, but you’ve sat on his lap on-stream before, so you know he won’t mind. In fact, he’ll love it. 

That fact is reinforced by his deep, quiet groan as you wiggle yourself around a little to get comfortable. You act completely oblivious to the fact that he’s hard under you, but you both know better than that. You won’t entertain it, however—the stream’s scheduled to start in five minutes.

As Mingyu’s opening his stream software, opening a game, turning the lights on right, he mindlessly rests his head on your shoulder. You can feel each exhale of air on your chest, and it’s pleasantly cold.

“Babe, you know what we should do? Like the sensory deprivation thing.” 

You raise an eyebrow at that, but he’s clearly not thinking what you’re thinking.

“I play, you have the headphones on so you’ve got to tell me who’s where, or the other way. If we play Valorant, that could be pretty cool.” 

You’ve played Valorant before. There was a period where you had spent a lot of time sweating it, then you’d relaxed a little since you were spending too much time on it. You were slightly worse than Mingyu, but good enough to put up a fight. Deciding it’s a good idea, you smile, agreeing to it. 

“Totally, we should. I like that,” you reply. 

“Good, good,” he mumbles softly, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. You smile at that. He’s always been a sucker for being close to you, whether it’s the lingering touches as you get out of bed in the mornings, or quick pecks before you leave for work, or the times he’ll lean into you when you’re sat together. 

You watch as he finishes setting up the stream software. Before long, the cursor is resting over the ‘Start Streaming’ button, but he hesitates on pressing it.

“You’re not going to start randomly teasing me during the stream, right? I can just tell from the look on your face. You’re in the mood to be cheeky,” Mingyu chuckles, sitting back against the chair for a moment. His hands settle on your hips, pads of his fingers gently pressing your warm skin and releasing. Press. Release. 

“You know me too well, Gyu,” you reply, a jaunty tone to your voice.

“Is it bad that I like the idea of that?” he asks, half talking to the air, half talking to you. “Maybe I’m just being careless, and I’ve no clue how the viewers would react if they caught on, but… shit, I’m getting too excited even thinking about that.” 

“And you call me a whore,” you choke through a fit of giggles, turning around to see his face. 

What a surprise. Mingyu’s getting shy.

He’s blushing slightly, and it’s a cute sight you wish the viewers wouldn’t see.

You’re not completely shocked, though. When you’d first had sex, his face flushed a deep shade of rose when you’d stripped, unable to form coherent sentences from how new it all was to him.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Is it supposed to feel this good? Or am I just stupid?”

“You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” 

Pinching his cheek carefully, you press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “God, I love you, Mingyu.” 

Somehow, he smiles even wider. “I love you, too.” 

With a final kiss to your cheek, he hits the ‘Start Streaming’ button.

It’s only a few seconds before the viewer count begins to go up, and the chat begins to fill up. After five seconds, the number is at 17. After thirty, it’s just passed 700. When Mingyu finally begins to say hi, greeting the chat, responding to messages, the count has risen to 25,000 viewers. 

Sometimes you forget how popular he is.

Mingyu squints at the screen. “‘Y/n is finally on stream!’” He reads enthusiastically. “You bet, she is. She hasn’t been on in a while, and we had a fun little idea, so why not? Ooh— ‘mingyusonlyfans’, wait.” He chuckles at the username. He’s seen that viewer several times in chat—they’re an avid donor and active participant. “‘Mingyusonlyfans’, thanks for the twenty! Yes, I was actually considering a baking stream soon, I’m still trying to figure out how the camera would have to be set up for that. Yes, yes, it’s a Valorant stream today, I’ll explain in a moment.” He squints again. “I agree completely, to be honest, Y/n’s looking as fine as fuck right now. She’s mine, though,” Mingyu finishes, with a bashful grin. 

He switches from his stream monitor to the game, opening it up and clicking a few other buttons. His arms have sneakily wrapped around your waist, warm against the bare, chilly skin exposed thanks to the crop-top you’re wearing. 

You smile, seeing Mingyu’s face in the stream camera. Maybe, you can’t blame the viewers anymore. If you were a random person who’d seen him the first time, you’d be behaving the exact same way.

“So, chat,” Mingyu starts, leaning back, once he’s pressed the ‘Start’ button. You can see that he’s in a full party, the other users being ‘vernonline’, ‘xuminghao_o’, ‘everyone_woo’, and ‘joshu_acoustic’. You know them pretty well. They’re Mingyu’s friends from college, and you’ve met them on several occasions.

“We’re doing a two-people-one-game sorta thing. She wears the headphones, listens during the games, talks in party chat, but I’m the one physically playing. She has to call stuff out, I have to try and be quick enough. That’s all there is to it, really— oh, and we’re joined by Vernon, Minghao, Wonwoo, and Joshua! If you haven’t already, try checking out their streams. They’re lovely people.” 

You see the chat run rampant, full of excitement and anticipation. 

thedeerex   YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE OMLLLLLLL

xuminghao_o ✔️   hey y/n (ignoring mingyu)

kcsbogeys just gifted 10 subs!   y/n can i marry you :) 

pooooooio   ONG HAO’S IN CHAT HIII

mingyusonlyfans   hi minghao aaaaaaaa

vernonline ✔️   sub to vernonline

choguesungsabs   oml when is it my turn

inyourmumsroom   why is that such a token vernon thing LMAO]

Seeing so many messages aimed towards you warms your heart. They had followed and subscribed to Mingyu’s channel for him, not you, yet they’re still so happy and receptive when you do appear. That sort of kindness restores your faith in humanity.

Match found, the voice on the game suddenly calls out, and Mingyu sits up. His slender hand finds the mouse and the cursor hovers over numerous agents. He stops. 

“Babe, you pick,” Mingyu shrugs, taking your hand by the wrist and placing it onto the mouse. 

Your eyes flare. “Why me? You’re the one playing. What if I pick an agent you’re shit at? And, then, you throw?”

Mingyu feigns offence, sitting back slightly and creasing his eyebrow. “That’s a bold assumption for you to make. I’m good with every agent.”

You shake your head, laughing. That’s quite obviously a lie. You’ve sat with him as he played Valorant before. He has several agents he’s terrible at playing. 

You’ve two choices. One, pick an agent he likes, but it’s terrible for the map, Breeze. Two, pick an agent he likes which also suits the map. Three: be totally evil, and pick an agent he hates, and is totally unsuitable for the map.

With a few moments of consideration, you click and lock the agent named ‘Neon’. Before you can turn to Mingyu, Wonwoo groans through the voice chat, saying, “for God’s sake, Y/n, I was going to lock Neon. Now I have to play Phoenix or something.” 

All you do is chuckle at that before turning to look at Mingyu. He has a very satisfied smile on his face, and his eyes are practically sparkling. “Neon on Breeze? Y/n, love, you’re being so good to me today,” he practically purrs, poking at your shoulder bashfully with a shy frown. As the others carefully lock their agents, Mingyu leans back, tightening his grip around your waist, still reading the chat.

You’re almost sure that his comment was intended as an innuendo. After all, his original purpose of having you on stream was to “Put them in their place.” As the final countdown to the game’s start begins, you remember all of the times he’s praised you equally as gently, albeit he was on top of and inside you, not just gaming and streaming. You know, for a fact, that he was being sly on purpose. 

Mingyu’s arms hook under yours as he sits up a little, fingers settling on the keyboard and mouse. The ‘Buy Phase’ begins, and he’s hastily buying a gun, moving around. 

“I’m always good to you,” you mumble, watching how his fingers shift back and forth as he mashes the keys to get his character to move around. Maybe it’s just because you’re aware of how close he is to you, but you can’t help but see those fingers as the same ones he’s used to touch you, fuck you, shove inside of you when you’re desperate for his touch.

You’re beginning to see why he likes the idea of this stream so much. 

The game begins, and Mingyu’s careful eyes watch the screen, darting around the moment anything moves. You can hear Vernon’s voice through the party chat, saying, “I’m hearing two on site. Woo, can you flash? We’ll enter on that.” 

“They’re going to enter after Wonwoo flashes,” you repeat, and Mingyu moves his cursor up and down a little, like an in-game nod of acknowledgement. 

In a short, ensuing battle, Vernon and Minghao are both killed, but Mingyu manages to kill the enemies, planting the spike. The moment that happens, the remaining three players hide, listening carefully, and so do you. 

“I’m hearing one by the doors, Wonwoo says Jett should be one-shot, I think she’s lurking ‘round the spike,” you say quickly, trying not to take Mingyu’s attention for too long. He follows your words, turning his attention to the aforementioned areas, before killing both Chamber and Jett.

“Babe, you are the best,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder while watching carefully for the final member of the enemy team. “If I get an ace this round, well…” 

As Mingyu trails off, your face heats up. You’re not one to be shy, but in front of twenty-five-thousand viewers, it’s a different story. You’re thankful that the LEDs in Mingyu’s room are glowing a dark shade of blue, or else the viewers would’ve caught on.

You’re half-expecting him to finish the sentence with something like “I’ll kiss you” or “I’ll cook you dinner,” but his thought process is aborted, leaving the message up for interpretation. You’ve always preferred it when he’s direct, but it’s understandable that he’s not, this time, since so many people are watching. If anything, it’s always better to leave it to the imagination.

In fear of disrupting his focus, you choose not to respond. 

“Brim’s by the Switch,” you blurt out quickly, hearing faint footsteps in that direction. Mingyu quickly flicks his wrist in that direction, and the moment the remaining player appears, he clicks, killing them.

Ace, the game’s voice calls out, and Mingyu cheers loudly, arms raised high, in the air. Through the voice chat, Joshua and Vernon are praising his skill, practically screaming through the mic. The chat goes wild, moving too fast for the eye to see, full of excitement.

Caratnation_42   IT’S THE Y/N X MINGYU BUFF

susEtrash   KEEP HER FOR EVERY VALORANT STREAM RN

You’re terribly flattered at the compliments being spewed out. It’s probably a rare stroke of luck, you’re aware, and the viewers probably are, too, but that doesn’t stop it from feeling good.

“You’re my lucky charm, Y/n, you’re sticking around for every stream now,” Mingyu smiles, and it only makes you feel better. If you had the time, you would watch him stream and game whenever you got the chance.

As the stream continues, you realise that it may not be just a stroke of luck. While Wonwoo, Minghao, Vernon and Joshua are playing well, Mingyu seems to stand out. His aim seems to be extraordinary today, as well as his reflexes. The fact that he has no audio doesn’t seem to hinder him very much, which is surprising since it’s such an integral part to playing the game. The more he plays well, clutches rounds, pulls off crazy stunts suggested by the donations, the happier you both feel. He snuggles further into you as time passes, absentmindedly pressing kisses to your jaw, neck, shoulder, when he feels like it.

At the midpoint of the game, Mingyu is reading out a donation, when you decide to shift a little on his lap. 

“Superstoresalad, thanks for the fifty fucking gifted subs! Holy shit! I appreciate that so, so much,” he reads out enthusiastically. He’s always been grateful when people donate, and is extremely shocked when people do massive donations like that. “Can you bring Y/n onto the stream more often? Pretty please,” he coos, reading the message. The last word is comically dragged out. “Of course I ca—”

Mingyu’s answer is cut short by a familiar jolt of pleasure when you move around a little, probably intentionally grinding on his lap. He does his best to ignore it, not wanting to give too much away to the viewers, and clears his throat so he can finish his sentence. “Of course I can! I’d lo—oh—ove to!”

With a glance at the camera, he checks out what he’s working with. First, he sees you, smiling at the screen with feigned innocence on your face. Then, he realises that the camera doesn’t show much—it’s just your face and a little beyond your shoulders. With his heart threatening to burst from his chest out of nervousness, he sneaks his left hand onto your bare thigh, going further and further in, until it’s slotted neatly in between your warm thighs, his hand a stark, cold contrast. Before you can comment, he squeezes your soft skin, a little harder than usual. 

That kind of grasp has an uncanny resemblance to the countless times he’s laid you down onto his bed, face buried in your legs, hands clutching your thighs with bruising thickness so he can eat you out without you instinctively shutting your legs. 

If he does that in front of the camera, at this very moment, you’re not sure you’d mind.

The momentary squeeze is quickly withdrawn so he can continue playing. You’re beginning to get miserable at the fact that this is the first game and it’s not even done. However, you still have a lot of time to keep tugging at his strings, which can only increase the magnitude of his reaction once he clicks ‘Stop Streaming’. 

What you could do next is the only thought on your mind as you passively call out in-game updates for your boyfriend to watch out for. You could keep grinding on his lap, but, given time, that’d probably give him the sweet release he’s clearly aching for. 

“W-wait, my slider fell off, can I grab it?” you mumble, turning around to meet eyes with Mingyu. Seeing your innocent look, he can’t deny something that simple, and quickly pushes the chair back so you can get up easily. 

Watchful of the game’s timer, you stand up slowly, bending straight over, deciding not to crouch. Your short skirt behaves exactly as you expect, riding up with any slight movements—in this case, it almost completely exposes your ass, close to him, covered only in a lacey, black thong. You pretend to struggle for a moment, fumbling for your slider, and you hear Mingyu clear his throat. Once you’ve grabbed the slider and pushed it closer to you, he grabs your hips with both hands, practically slamming you back down onto his lap. 

He quickly tabs off, muting his mic.

“I see what you’re doing. You sneaky cunt.” 

Mingyu’s harsh words are a contrast to his on-screen appearance—to the viewers, he’s smiling wide, kissing your exposed shoulder sweetly, muttering sweet nothings to his lover. To you, it’s clearly a different story. 

You can’t deny you’re loving it. From his choice of words, to the way he’s caged you into the desk with his large body, to how his warm breath tickles your skin as he calmly watches the screen. The most exhilarating part, however, is that no one will know. No eye, no matter how watchful, will know.

“You’re enjoying it, though, aren’t you, Gyu?” you mutter softly, carefully ensuring that your mouth isn’t fully visible. Who knew if someone would try to read your lips.

To that, he has no answer. You see him bite his lip slightly in the camera preview, before he unmutes you both, quickly covering up for the ‘mistake’, saying, “Sorry, guys, accidentally hit my mute keybind.” 

Bullshit. 

“Jett and Chamber have both used their ult,” you warn, immersing yourself back into the game as if nothing happened. You’ll give Mingyu a small break before you pull something a little more extreme. “Do you want something to drink? I’m gonna nip to the kitchen,” you chirp as the round ends in another win at Mingyu’s hands.

“Some orange juice would be nice,” he smiles as you get up. He’s partially expecting you to bend over or something, again, but he’s surprised when you genuinely just leave in the direction of the kitchen to grab a drink. 

As you pour two glasses of orange juice, you spend a moment wondering what the next best move would be. You’ve so many options—you’re not in front of the camera anymore.

You hear Mingyu rage as he fumbles a kill. Maybe it isn’t just a coincidence that he’s been outperforming the rest of the lobby with you around; he hasn’t raged once the whole time, since he doesn’t have any reason to.

Picking up the glasses, you carefully bring them back to your shared bedroom. After entering the room, you quickly set them down on the dresser by the door, before taking a glance at Mingyu’s screen to see if he’s busy. He’s not, he’s dead, so you can do something. 

“Hey, Mingyu,” you whisper. His head turns in your direction, smiling when he sees you. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, you briskly take off the shirt you’re wearing, winking as his expression melts from one of happiness to one of surprise. In an attempt to hide his intention, he quickly says to the camera, “Let me just go help her, one sec.” 

Mingyu’s reaction isn’t surprising. You’re wearing a new lingerie set you splurged on recently, courtesy of Ann Summers, a set you knew he’d adore. It’s the lacy thong from before, leaving very little to the imagination, and an extremely sheer push-up bra, in a dark shade of jet black. It’s a lot more fancy than other sets you’ve purchased, but the money is worth it.

In a flash, he’s in front of you, fingers pensively ghosting over the pretty lace and seams. His touch is as light as a feather, which you can’t say you were expecting—all of the taunting was supposed to elicit an angry response, one in which Mingyu is angry and unafraid to manhandle you. 

This, however, is the opposite.

You watch his eyes as they glaze over, the corners of his mouth upturning in a wry smile. His fingertips complete one, final trace of your sides, the swell of your breasts, and hook into the straps, gently feeling around.

“God, I want you, bad,” he breathes, eyelids fluttering as he withdraws his touch. “I know this is an understatement, but you really know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You’re beginning to like this quiet, pouty Mingyu more.

“Well, I wanted to get you riled up, but this is even better.”

“You have no idea how tempted I am to pretend the Wi-Fi’s out or something so I can actually make good of you looking this pretty.” 

You push him away with the tip of your finger, winking as you put your shirt back on. “Focus on the game, babe. Bros before hoes.” 

Mingyu scowls, picking up the glasses of orange juice. “You’re well aware that I’ve never believed in that.”

You chuckle, straightening out the hem of the shirt and returning back to the camera. “I know.”

Seamlessly, he’s back to pretending for the viewers. “Are you guys seeing this?” He holds the orange juice up to the camera. “She filled it so full.” You take your seat back on his lap, making sure to take a lot of time shuffling and shifting on his lap again. “She couldn’t open the door without it spilling,” he smiles sweetly. 

You turn to face him, squinting at him questioningly. “You’re so clumsy,” he adds, unable to hold back the smug smile on his face. As a small, inconsequential form of retribution, he pecks your lips quickly before turning back to the game to finish it off.

The rest of the stream passes without a hitch, and you decide to give him a rest. It’s just you, sat on his lap, calling game updates out, and him kissing you every time he clutches something up. You’ve got to give it to him, he hasn’t lost sight of the original purpose: putting the viewers in their place. Compared to the other times he’s had you with him while gaming, the displays of affection are much more, but still soft and gentle, subtle enough not to put the viewers off.

However, you think, it’s nothing compared to away from the camera.

When the game finishes, Mingyu cheers happily, leaning back in the chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment, hands still holding your hips. “That game was so much better than I was thinking.”

“Thought you were going to flop, but you got match MVP, huh? You’re just better,” you shrug simply.

“I really am.” His response is simple, but you can tell how good he’s feeling just from that win. “One more game,” Mingyu shrugs to the camera, queuing in the game again.

You don’t blame him for choosing to play another game. In an ideal situation, he’d stop the stream and fuck you senseless, but that would seem kind of fishy. When he’s clearly all over you, and his streams usually last two hours, the forty minutes would seem strange. Some people would end up putting two and two together; Mingyu has his limits on what people talk about.

Regardless, you take your mind off teasing him for the next two games, immersing yourself in the gameplay, doing your best to help Mingyu win. The next games don’t go as smoothly as the first, but they’re still a lot better than usual, so you’re beginning to think that you’re actually affecting something. While that’s unlikely, you still let it inflate your ego. 

Mingyu only gets sweeter during the stream, too. You feel every one of his lingering touches on your hips, stomach, arms, how he brushes your hair away so he can get a better view, the way he rests his chin on your shoulder. Part of you begins to feel bad that you’ve been mercilessly teasing him this whole time since he’s being so sweet and patient to you now, but you still know he likes it.

The next games pass quickly, and before you know it, Mingyu is waving goodbye to the stream, and you’re blowing little kisses to the camera. As you sense the closing music coming to an end, you watch as Mingyu clicks ‘Stop Streaming’ on the software, before taking a long, deep breath and leaning back in his chair. 

You get up quickly, walking over to his bed behind you, and sitting on it, cross-legged. Following a moment’s consideration, Mingyu gets up, practically ripping off his shirt as he saunters over to you. 

You’re sure that Mingyu’s supposed to be the flustered one, but the sight of Mingyu’s abs and defined torso has you swallowing nervously. You stand up to match his height. He does nothing but stare into your eyes for a moment.

Without a word, his fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, and you lift your arms as he tugs up, making it easier for him to take it off. He’s equally as dumbfounded as before, eyes blank as he stares at your beautiful lingerie, taking his time to engrave the picture in his head.

“When did you buy this?” Mingyu whispers softly, awestruck. “You look gorgeous.”

You scrunch your nose, slightly confused but welcoming the question. “Like a week ago. I got it ‘cause I knew you’d dig it but didn’t find the right time to, uh, show you— okay, cut the bullshit, Gyu, are you not mad I teased you so much?” 

“I was, for a second,” he starts, considering his own words. His fingers work quickly to pull the skirt off you. “Part of me really did just want to fuck that attitude out of you. Then, I thought about it. When people have girlfriends as pretty as you, they should take their time. And that’s what I’m going to do to you. Plus, wouldn’t it be a shame if you spent all of this time picking up and buying racy little bras like this then I ripped it off in a second?” 

You’re astonished that he’s even thought that far. Regardless of his response, you weren’t going to be too fussed if he did just strip you immediately, but you’re loving how he’s actually taking his time to look at you. 

His large hands, once again, take their place on either hip and guide you down onto his bed, and before you know it, you’re laying on your back with a satisfied Mingyu looking down at you. You can’t help but remain in disbelief at how he’s so calm, so composed. You recall numerous times where he’s roughly fucked the frustration out, coming quickly before fingering you in the shower to get you off. This isn’t the same. And you’re loving it.

Mingyu leans down to kiss you, but you stop him, pressing the tip of your finger to his chest. He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, and quickly complies after you ask him to take his joggers off. With that, he’s left in nothing but a pair of dark boxers, and you let him kiss you this time, his entire frame practically caging you.

His kisses are slow. They’re soft and loving, honeyed by his intent to be slow with you. The first few are gentle pecks, but it quickly morphs into a gentle make-out, with his hands roaming all over you.

You don’t miss how he grinds his hips into your clothed pussy. Your thighs spread further the more he touches you, unfortunately clenching around nothing, and you smirk slightly into his kiss once you feel how fast his heart is beating. Once you feel his heart beating subtly under your palm, you can’t help but keep your hand fixed there, enamoured by his body’s reaction to just… being with you. 

“W— what, what’s with the— the hand,” Mingyu stutters, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise, mouth forming a little ‘o’. Despite pulling his lips away from yours, he’s still mere millimetres away from you, not even to mention how one of his hands is holding the small of your back, the other snaking around the back of your thigh to hold your leg around his waist.

You smile, glancing at his eyes before planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “It’s just cute, babe. How your heart’s going so fast, I mean.”

“Don’t call me cute when we’re having sex,” he pouts, “I’m supposed to be in charge, here.” 

“You are? Last I checked, you were frowning and kissing me because I looked too pretty for your little head to handle.” 

“Tease me again and you’re fucking yourself, and I’m going to sit back and let you do it all. You don’t act like it, but you want my dick just as much as I love your pussy.” 

You stick your tongue out slightly, leaning in and bumping your forehead into his gently. Your hand moves from his chest, down his back and onto his ass, giving it a good squeeze. “I’d like to see you try,” you smirk, holding eye-contact as you keep a firm grip on his surprisingly soft flesh.

“Sure.” Is all he responds before he resumes kissing you, deciding to finally get rid of the final layers of fabric covering you. It’s only a few seconds before his fingers have slipped off your bra and panties, and he tosses them carelessly onto the ground. His fingertips reach down to your pussy, circling your clit slightly, before hesitantly pushing two inside you. They go in surprisingly easily, but there’s not enough time for you to adjust. He swiftly pulls both fingers out, smiling at you before reaching into his nightstand and pulling out a condom.

“You thought, didn’t you?” Mingyu smiles, briefly glancing up at you as he’s opening the package. Cheeky little shit. “I didn’t think you’d be that wet already, though, I guess being touched by me for hours on end works wonders for your mind.”

“No shit,” you huff, watching his fingers simultaneously work off his boxers and the condom out of the wrapper. Before long, he’s rolled it over his long, throbbing erection, and you can’t help but stare. You’ve taken him too many times to count, but that excitement inside of you bubbles up all the same, every single time. 

As he smoothly enters you, you watch the expression on his face morph from excited anticipation to unbridled bliss. He’s always been vocal about how much he loves fucking you, whether it’s your face, your words, or just how perfectly you seem to take his cock.

Mingyu’s pace is slightly faster than normal, but it’s still not fast enough to match that rage-filled, orgasm-chasing kind of sex you’ve had before. You like watching his face contort as the pleasure in him builds the more he pushes in and out of your pussy, not even to mention how the muscles on his back ripple every time he fucks into you. If there’s one feature of his you have to pick out, it’d be his stamina, the way he seems to be able to fuck for forever.

You don’t miss the way he sneaks one arm around your waist, gripping it tightly and lifting it up just a little. You’ve always loved raising your waist slightly when he fucks you, since it feels to feel ten times better, and combined with how he sounds, you’re sure you’ll come in no time.

“Shit,” he grunts, swallowing slightly, “I fucking love how your pussy swallows me so well.” He grimaces before letting out a guttural groan, and you can’t help but feel even more turned on by that. 

“Oh, I know, baby, I know,” you moan, fingernails digging into the unyielding flesh of his shoulders. You can’t help it, not when he’s making you feel this good, not when you feel like you’re going to orgasm already. He’s close, too, you can tell, as you watch his forehead turn slick with the effort of repeatedly pushing his cock into your pussy. 

Maybe he’s more desperate to come than you think. He’s going fast and hard, with no intention of slowing down or stopping in sight. 

For a little while, you let him fuck you in silence, enjoying how his breaths become long and deep, ragged and frequent, as he gets so painfully close to coming. Before you know it, his body is slowing to a stop as a string of unfiltered groans leave his mouth, filling up his condom quickly, trying to keep himself coming for as long as he can possibly tolerate.

Wincing, he quickly pulls out, taking off his condom and throwing it in the trash, modestly covering it with stray wrappers.

“You really were serious, huh, Gyu?” you smirk up at him, trying not to show how frustrated you are from being denied your orgasm. 

“You thought I wasn’t? Oh, babe, if you want to come now, you’re going to have to do it yourself. Without my cock,” he smiles innocently, ruffling his hair, which is messy from moving around so much.

You stand up, grabbing him by the shoulders, pushing him under you. You straddle his upper thighs harshly, making sure to clamp down a little harder than usual.

Then, you say something you know he can’t resist.

Leaning down, you whisper in his ear, “Let me use your cock, and I’ll let you come in me.”

When you pull away, you watch his face carefully. He does nothing but meet your eyes, tonguing the inside of his cheek slowly before frowning in consideration.

“I mean, when you put it like that…” he winces, almost mad at himself for even considering going back on his own word. “Come on. You can’t even blame me if I actually agreed to that.”

“Exactly, I can’t,” you flutter, smiling wide. “Your call, baby.”

With a long, deep breath, Mingyu closes his eyes, before opening them again and looking you straight in the eye. “Nope. I may have given in every, single other time, but you’ve been too cocky this time. You don’t win over me every time, hun.” 

seungcheol

mutual masturbation - he likes to watch you touch yourself while he touches himself. smirks like hell the entire time. likes to instruct you on exactly how he wants you to touch yourself.

skype sex - this is similar to no. 1 in the sense that they’re both essentially mutual masturbation, but this is different in his mind. this feels particularly exciting to him because it feels so playful and he probably does it at random times that may not be the smartest choice. he feels like you’re doing something you shouldn’t be and he likes that. of course he gets to watch you, too, which we already know he likes.

shower sex - loves pulling you out of bed with him for his morning shower. he loves the way his senses are heightened from sleep, the way the water feels on his skin, the way you feel around him. he goes hard despite being groggy. it really wakes him up and he likes to start both of your days off “the right way.”

filming - i know i am beating the “cheol is a visual person” thing to death but he is. if you let him, he’ll have a gallery full of photos and videos of you in various stages of undress and engaging in various sexual activities. with him only, of course. would not surprise me even a little bit for him to have a photo of you obviously naked (but unable to see anything compromising), looking up at him, sticking your tongue out as he grips your chin as his wallpaper on his phone.

creampie - he is possessive, proud to have you, and accomplishment-oriented. this gives him all of those at once. he feels like he’s marked you, he loves that no one else gets to have you like this, and he’s succeeded in a) finishing and b) claiming you. bonus points that he gets to enjoy rough sex without having to worry about stopping to pull out or have a condom “in the way.” (i am not advising this, please be safe!)

jeonghan

phone sex - ok hear me out. he doesn't actually love phone sex that much. not in the way that it makes him horny and you touch yourselves together. but he absolutely loves getting you worked up and making you yourself for him. that part... that's what does it for him.

quickies - to put it simply: jeonghan sometimes thinks that all the time and intention that goes into having sex just feels... silly? like he's not trying to make it a big deal and if it feels like that then it can throw him off if he's not in the right mood. quickies are perfect because it's none of that. just pleasure without all the other stuff.

drunk sex - this is pretty similar to the reason he loves quickies tbh. drunk sex is less serious and he loves that. but also, when his mind is less active in the way it normally is when he's sober, he is better able to truly appreciate how beautiful and perfect you are. there are no mental distractions. just you and your body.

threesomes/sharing - if you're into this, so is jeonghan. like he's really so into it. but the center focus of this is always your pleasure. jeonghan mostly likes to watch you being pleasured by someone else, but he doesn't just want to sit off to the side. he wants to talk to you during it and kiss you and let his hands touch you wherever they please. he's not quite a cuck, not quite a voyeur, because he has to be involved to some degree. he will engage with the third party but to a more minimal degree (probably just kissing/touching, no oral or penetration).

sex toys - sex toys just incite curiosity in jeonghan. he loves trying new ones with you to see what they can do. it doesn't always go smoothly and he loves getting to laugh with you about it. you probably have an entire chest for both your pleasure and his.

joshua

scratching (receiving) - i don't think joshua realized how much he liked having his back scratched up by you until he saw them in the mirror. just looking at the marks excites him and makes him want to go looking for you.

striptease (receiving) - joshua is the best audience of one when you give him a little show. he sits there with that little half smile, half smirk on his face and acts so casual. just humming in response to what you say and saying simple things like "oh really?" "is that right?" "wanna come sit in my lap, pretty girl/boy?"

car sex - ngl i think most of the time joshua just wants to have sex at home. alone. but sometimes when you look too good and the vibe is just right, he gets the urge to pull in somewhere empty enough and fuck you in the car. his adrenaline is always racing and he can't stop grinning about it for the rest of the day.

blindfolds (receiving) - on the rare occasion, joshua likes to be completely at your mercy. the way you touch him is heightened so much when he can't see it coming and it makes him a sensitive mess. literally feels like he's in heaven.

pet play (light) - i really need to emphasize the light here because a) joshua would not think he'd be into this on his own and b) he only dips his toe into it but fuck if he doesn't like that little bit. come to him naked with a collar and kitty ears on (bonus points for a tail!) and he's thanking all the gods for you. loves calling you kitten. loves the way you want to please him and be good for him.

junhui

oral sex (giving) - jun loves giving you the sloppiest head over omg. he has a job to do and he doesn't care what happens in the process as long as you're blessing him with your beautiful moans and rewarding him for his hard work with an orgasm. often goes down on you with no plans of anything else afterwards.

sexting - you cannot convince me there's a better sexter in the world than jun. bro makes you so fucking horny with just words on a screen. he doesn't need his voice, pictures, anything. he specifically loves initiating it when you're not at home because he's a menace (hot).

voyeurism - jun likes to attend sex parties/clubs with you and get yourselves riled up watching other people fuck. the need gets so strong just watching for so long without any physical stimulation that by the time you actually do have sex, it's intense and doesn't last long but the orgasms are always top tier.

exhibitionism - similarly, jun likes to be the show for other people. he's very much aware that he's a godlike specimen and so are you. why not gift others a once-in-a-lifetime experience that they'll surely never forget? this bleeds over into your normal daily life as well - he is not bothered if someone catches you two. quite the contrary.

dirty/messy/sloppy sex - yes, jun likes giving you sloppy head but he also just likes everything to be messy. he loves when you're both sweating all over each other, when you're drooling on each other, when he can see the cum leaking out of you. something about feeling dirty really does it for him. the messier the better.

soonyoung

kissing - listen, hoshi loves kissing. he could kiss you all day every day if time and you permitted. but like... he really loves it. if you just kiss him long enough, he's going to be so fucking horny he can't stand it. you don't have to touch him or even kiss him particularly intensely (though of course that helps).

rimming (receiving) - i will die on this hill. nothing will make hoshi whinier than being on all fours with your tongue working his hole. he's so loud and so happy oh my god.

temperature play - temperature play is just fun and what is hoshi if not a fun guy? he giggles a lot when your skin stutters from a drop of wax by his hand and he moans with stars in his eyes when you're dragging a cube of ice down his body with your mouth.

drunk sex - he's beyond grateful any time you amplify his already fantastic time by having playful, head empty sex with him. he gets so clingy when he drinks and he just needs you to remind him how much you love him and how special he is.

somnophilia (receiving) - this really only happens when you wake him up with head but it's one of his favorite things in the world. he falls into sub space immediately upon waking and fully trusts you to take care of him and make him feel good.

wonwoo

praise (receiving) - he likes to know he’s making you feel good. he’s confident in his abilities so he doesn’t necessarily need it, but a choked “you feel so good wonwoo” will have him buzzing. his ego likes that.

lingerie - just the idea that you put so much thought into dressing up for him makes him feel special and that does it for him. it helps that you look amazing in it too, of course.

scratching - mark his back up when he’s fucking you, please. it’s a reminder that he made you feel so good you were holding on for dear life and he cherishes every single one.

breeding - he’s familial and likes a bit of possessiveness in the bedroom. loves the idea of you being full of him. makes you feel even more like his. probably isn't actually trying to knock you up but if it happens, he's not sorry about it.

somnophilia - consensual of course. wake him up inside of you in any way and oh my god he could swear he’s in heaven. there are probably many middle-of-the-night sleepy fucks every year and he never wants them to stop. very gentle with you when he touches you awake he's so lovely.

jihoon

comfort sex - woozi almost doesn't even mind when things upset him anymore. you always take such good care of him when he's stressed or upset, making him cum to clear his head and relax. now when something gets him worked up, he's almost grateful because he knows he gets to go home and be treated like your precious pillow prince.

morning sex - similar to comfort sex, woozi uses morning sex as a way to get through life. he knows he's going to be busy and stressed pretty much every day but starting the day off inside you surely helps. he also thinks you look so beautiful when you first wake up. how is he meant to keep his hands to himself?

dry humping/clothed sex - woozi is more than happy to cum in his pants as long as you're cumming in yours too. sometimes it's just easier, but mostly he thinks it's hot because it feels like you're both too eager to have each other that you couldn't even take the time to get your clothes out of the way.

orgasm denial (receiving) - woozi knows how to run the show and assert himself. he likes to be viewed as capable and a leader, even if he doesn't always feel that way himself. but with you... he likes relinquishing all that control to you and letting you tell him what's what. denying his orgasm is peak control. he gets so frustrated and whiny but he wants you to keep doing it over and over.

oral sex (receiving) - there's just nothing like your warm, wet mouth. he doesn't have to do any of the work and reaps all the benefits. plus you look so hot taking care of him.

seokmin

dirty talk - dk is communicative. he likes to talk to you and listen to you, even during sex. he has plenty to say on his own, but listening to you talk dirty to him? omfg he's gonna cum rn.

body worship (giving) - you are the most perfect thing on planet earth and our darling dk is going to make sure you know that. he'll spend so much time kissing and praising every part of you that you'll simply have to agree with his assertion that there is nothing more beautiful than you.

make up sex - this absolute angel cannot stand fighting with you so he never lets it go on for long. he'll come find you, apologize profusely, and then kiss you until you're giving in to him, letting him show you just how sorry he is.

loud sex - the way dk looks at you with hearts in his eyes when you're moaning nice and loud for him should be a crime. it makes him feel good about himself to know that he's pleasing you well enough that you can't get a reign on your volume level. even if you could, he wouldn't want you to. only fucks you harder to see just how loud you can get with the biggest grin on his face.

hair pulling (receiving) - pulling dk's hair is a sign that he's doing something right and he wants more. it feels good too. he lets his head fall back into your hand with the most blissful moan.

mingyu

size kink - is anyone surprised to see this here? me neither. mingyu just loves the way you gawk at his large body and can't seem to keep your hands off of it. his ego swells every time. he also loves how tiny you look crying out his name underneath him.

praise/degradation - he loves both, okay? he wants to be the best, most beautiful and perfect boy in the world for you but he also wants to be your pathetic little toy. he likes to be objectified when you degrade him - he's not into being sissified or anything like that. just remind him that he's for you to use and that he should consider himself grateful, that kind of thing. he'll even let you slap him around a bit. as for praise, just give it all to him. he eats it all up.

choking - mingyu is happy to be on either end of this one. he never wants to participate to the point of either of you losing consciousness, but he thinks the display of power is sexy.

semi-public sex - mingyu doesn't want to actually be caught fucking you, but he likes the adrenaline that the possibility creates. he especially likes it when you're the one that's needy for him and he "gets" to sneak you off into a closet or bathroom somewhere to take care of you. "can't wait until we get home, hmm? tsk tsk you're lucky i'm such a good boyfriend"

teasing - another one he's happy to be on either end of. he loves to tease you and he loves it when you tease him. that feeling of being head empty only each other during the middle of the fucking day no less is intoxicating. he could live in that state of limbo forever. the actual sex is great of course, but the foreplay of teasing might just be better.

minghao

lingerie - this is especially his thing when he gets to pick out your little outfit. he loves playing dress up with you and then fucking you stupid in it.

spit kink (giving) - no way in hell would he admit this to another soul, but he likes to spit in your mouth. he thinks it's nasty, but that's the point. you're so willing to please him that you'd let him spit in your mouth? my fucking god.

finger sucking (giving) - think of anything you can do that proves you're wrapped around minghao's fingers and you can bet he's into it. loves making eye contact with you while you suck your juices from his fingers. "you just do anything i want, don't you?"

dumbification (giving) - here we have yet another degradation kink of minghao's. he absolutely loves when you're so cock drunk and fucked out that you're barely even there anymore. can't talk to him properly (if at all), just pathetic sounds of pleasure falling from your lips. makes sure to taunt you about it the entire time.

overstimulation - minghao is usually on the giving end of this. watching you shake and cry because he won't relent on pleasuring you plasters the most self-satisfied smirk on his face. but once in a blue moon, he lets you take the lead. and when he does, he wants to make the most of it. so don't let him off easy. make him cry.

seungkwan

handjobs - seungkwan loves blowjobs, don't misunderstand. but handjobs are special. he loves watching your hand around him and he likes that your mouth is free to talk to him. he loves to have a back and forth of flirtatious banter as if you're not literally going to make him cum any second as it is.

cockwarming - seungkwan likes to pretend that he can be all cool about this. he likes to think that he can feel you wrapped tightly around him and be perfectly content with just that. sometimes he's right, especially when he's sleepy enough. but other times it's just a guise he uses instead of just admitting that he wants sex. those times, he holds out for as long as he can, but once he gives up, he fucks you harder than usual. he likes the challenge.

roleplay - he only likes a very specific type of roleplay: when you pretend you're strangers meeting somewhere and seduce each other. seungkwan is all about banter (as evidenced by kink #1) so this gets him going.

fingering (giving) - making you cum with only his fingers is a favorite pastime of seungkwan's. he especially likes doing this in the mornings when you're pretty and needy.

perfume/cologne - seungkwan just can't help himself when you're wearing a nice fragrance and he gets a whiff. all he can think about is burying his face into your neck to drown in it while he fucks into you.

vernon

face-fucking - vernon loves when you let him take control of your mouth on him. he loves to fuck himself into your throat if you can take it, but if that doesn't work for you, he'll take it nice and easy, just guiding you with his hand on the back of your head. always makes extra sure you're okay afterwards because he's the sweetest dude.

somnophilia - sometimes vernon wakes up in the middle of the night with an aching erection. those nights, he's grateful that you let him slip himself inside you even while you're sleeping. you're so good to him.

lazy sex - somno is usually pretty lazy, but vernon just loves lazy sex in general. it's nice when neither of you have to exert so much energy and can focus solely on how good it feels to be full of each other.

mutual masturbation - this is usually accompanied by watching porn together. you'll both sit up against the headboard, eyes glued to the screen as you touch yourselves. at some point along the way, your eyes drift to watching each other instead, kissing often and sometimes taking over for the other.

spanking (giving) - i think this is a repressed kink of vernon's lmao. like he'll usually spank you as a "joke," but when he hears the way you yelp - or worse, moan - in response, he's in trouble.

chan

sex toys - finding new ways to make you cum is so fun for dino. he memorizes the way each toy makes you respond and uses that information for good evil. he has no interest in using them for himself, but he loves looking up at you while he fucks you with one of your toys. you look perfect to him like that.

dirty talk - i'm convinced dino has a filthy mouth omg. like he just gets so cocky when you're having sex that he starts saying any and everything he can think of, no matter how crazy it'd sound to him when he's thinking straight.

wall sex - if there's one thing dino's gonna do it's try to show off to you. and holding you up against the wall while he absolutely ruins you is one of many ways he likes to do that. he feels so fucking powerful that he can't help but go harder on you.

thigh riding - dino is quite confident when it comes to his muscles. in the name of peacocking to you, he likes to make you cum on his thigh. sometimes he'll guide you, doing all the work just to show you all he needs is his thigh to make you feel good. other times, he'll sit back and make you do all the work. proves the same point after all, doesn't it?

“Sorry, Gyu.” throwing your leg over his hip, you squeeze him tighter. A hardness pokes against the inside of your thigh. No surprise there, you mentally snicker. Mingyu still feels you moving even after your apology though, so he lifts his arm from your waist and uses it to keep you on top of him while he rolls onto his back. With you now perched on top of him, you can feel him through your fuzzy pyjama bottoms. Hands planted on his chest, you lift yourself up to get a proper look at him, blanket draped around your shoulders like a thick cape.

“Good morning, my love,” A sleepy smile rounds out his features even though his grogginess is still evident in his throaty voice and barely open eyes. Your hands immediately make their way to his face to wipe away the sleep in his eyes. Turning his head slightly to the side, Mingyu’s smile disappears for a second in favor of pouting his lips enough to kiss your wrist. Your knees would have given out on you if you were standing. Inhaling shakily, you try to calm down and reply with a soft ‘Good morning, my baby’ instead. 

It’s too early for that. Besides, do you really wanna have sex first thing on Christmas morning? You chastise yourself. You’re not a prude, certainly not if the love of your life was Kim Mingyu, but the thought of having sex on this day of all days makes you laugh. It’s not uncomfortable, it’s just a little weird. Like a plot straight out of a porno or a steamy Hallmark movie.

Mingyu’s hands find your hips, and you feel the slight pressure he’s applying to press you harder against him. The rest of your body reacts against your brain; a shiver colder than the weather shoots down your spine and your cunt clenches around nothing, already slickening itself in preparation. Curse your fiance and the effect he has on you. Mingyu sighs, something that sounds like ‘baby…’ lost in the air. 

Head thrown back, Gyu grinds you against himself, more blissful sighs floating past his lips. Your own stray moans accompany him, eyes closed as you focus on concentrating the pressure on your clit. And you should’ve kept your eyes closed, because in a moment of weakness, you opened them only to catch sight of his annoyingly beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure. Eyebrows furrowed together, his lips slightly parted, cheeks starting to blush deeply. But the absolute killer was the way his back arched a little, neck stretched and exposed. Once again acting purely on desire, you bend over, lips immediately finding a spot to suckle on. 

A surprised and almost strangled moan escapes him. He has to hand it to you, though, for your amazing aiming skills with how you landed exactly on the spot you know makes him lose his mind. His grip on you tightens, mind starting to fog. In a haze, he cuts your movements off by pushing you away. Gyu gently guides you onto your back. He tries to help you out of your top but you quickly protest, “It’s cold!”

As someone who’d rather die than be deprived of his fiancee’s boobs, Mingyu fixes the blanket and almost completely lies down on top of you before shimmying down so he could be eye level with your chest, ensuring that you're completely covered and warm. He pushes your top up to reveal your chest, nipples already perked up. Gyu feels himself harden at the sight, if that were even possible. He does have a theory that he could cum untouched just by sucking on your tits or eating you out, but he’s never had the chance nor the self-discipline to test it out.

“G-gyu!” warm lips wrap around one of your buds, sucking as a hand gropes your other boob. Mingyu hums contentedly, the taste and feeling of your skin emptying his head. You sneak a hand under the covers to get a hold of his hair. He’s been growing it out, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find tugging on it hot. He swipes his tongue along your nipple before swirling around it; the feeling of sucking on your tit while you grip his hair has his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his hips pathetically grinding against your leg. He switches sides to ‘make sure all bases are covered’ as he has once joked before trailing kisses down your stomach. 

"I'm pretty sure this is a blasphemy," you sigh to yourself as Gyu slips your bottoms off of you. His hands then wrap around your thighs, spreading them apart. You don’t need to actually see him to know that he has that stupidly in love look on his face.

Mingyu kisses the inside of your left thigh, inhaling your scent like it’s the most intoxicating thing he’s ever smelled (and it probably is). He takes his sweet, sweet time working you up even more, like he wants you dripping all over the sheets before he even puts his mouth on you. That isn’t entirely impossible. If anything you’re close to that already, the anticipation and the cold and the fact that the love of your life is eating you out first thing on Christmas morning making you the wettest you’ve ever been. 

You jump when his tongue darts out to lick at your folds. Gyu moans at the taste before dipping his head down further for more. Then it gets noisy: there’s the slurping and your moans, but what really gets you is his noises. You’d think he was the one getting eaten out with the way he’s moaning and whining in pleasure. You can only hear muffled noises because of the blanket but you just know he’s mumbling to himself, talking dirty to himself (and to you, but mostly to himself because you can’t hear him anyway) about how good you taste between every lick of your pussy.

Lifting up the blanket a little, you hear just that.

“Fuck, that’s so good. Oh, baby, you taste so good, tastes like fucking candy. Oh, my god.” he sucks on your clit and fucking giggles when you buck your cunt into his face. “That’s right, baby, feels so good, doesn’t it? Tastes so good, feels so fucking good on my tongue.”

“Gyugyu,” you coo, pressing your feet against the bed so you could angle your hips better. Mingyu functions on praise, and you have a theory that you could make him cum untouched just by giving him compliments. “That feels so good, love.”

He whines against your folds, tongue lapping harder and occasionally poking at your entrance, almost like he’s prepping you for his fingers. But he’s not going to resort to even dirtier tricks. No, he wants to make you cum on his face just by using his mouth. So he does what he does best. He begs and shows you that he deserves to have his pretty, pretty face cummed on.

“Please, please,please-” you feel him plead against your pussy, tongue working harder to bring you closer and closer to bliss. Mingyu hooks his arms under and over your thighs, face now completely pressed against your cunt with nothing to support his upper body. And he ravishes you, unbelievably obscene slurping sounds fill your ears and you swear you can hear him gulping down your arousal.

Your free hand flails above the sheets before it eventually bunches one part of it in a tight-knuckled fist, your other hand pushing your fiance’s face harder against you. With one last, hard suckle on your clit, your body seizes and your loud, strangled moans fill up the bedroom. You’ve trapped Mingyu between your tensed thighs, and he stays there, licking and drinking up every last drop of your orgasm. He’s humming in content while you spasm and ride out your high, your high-pitched moans turning into overstimulated whines. Your jelly-like arms try their best to push his face away from your core and tug him upwards to you instead. To your surprise, it works.

Mingyu resurfaces with the dumbest smile on his glossy lips, hair tousled and chest heaving. “I love you so much,” he says dreamily, eyes never leaving your face.

“Yeah, I can tell, babyboy,” you choke out as you make space for him by your side. He scoops you into his arms once again, that hardness still poking at you. “I love you too, Gyugyu. Your turn?”

merry christmas and happy holidays !!