do i wanna know? [ kim mingyu ]
years of wanting your dad's best friend finally come to a head during one rainy night together.
❛ content 9.8k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, bottom!male reader, dad’s best friend!mingyu, big age gap, begging, big dick!mingyu, praise kink, blowjob, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (p in a), x2rounds, creampie, crying, nipple play, lots of kisses everywhere, aftercare.
the rain started just as you pulled into the long, winding driveway of mingyu's house.
it wasn't a storm, but a steady, persistent summer downpour that turned the world outside the car windows into a watercolor blur of greens and greys. the mansion — because holy shit, that's what it was — stood at the end of the drive, all sleek modern lines and vast glass windows, glowing like a lantern in the gathering dusk.
your poor heart was doing a weird, frantic tap-dance against your ribs. it had been eighteen months. a year and a half of university, bad decisions, a few half-hearted attempts at dating, and one relentless, stupid, all-consuming constant; him.
you killed the engine and just sat for a minute, watching the rain slide down the windshield. you could easily see a silhouette moving beyond the enormous front door, tall and broad-shouldered, and your throat went dry.
get a grip, you told yourself. you're not a kid anymore. you stopped calling him 'uncle' six years ago. you're just an old family friend visiting. nothing more.
the lie tasted bitter.
you grabbed your overnight bag (the flimsy excuse for this visit was that your dad had asked mingyu to pass on some old boxing souvenirs, and mingyu had said; "why doesn't he stay the night? it's a long drive back.") and made a dash for the covered portico.
the door swung open before you could even knock.
and, oh god, there he was.
kim mingyu, your dad’s bestfriend.
time, which had been so unkind to your peace of mind, had been nothing but generous to him. mingyu was, as always, so fucking unfair.
he must have just come from his home gym; he wore simple grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a thin white cotton t-shirt that did absolutely nothing to conceal the powerful planes of his chest and shoulders. his black hair — now threaded with more distinguished silver at the temples than you remembered — was damp and messy, as if he'd run a towel through it. his tan skin glowed in the warm light from the foyer, and his face… oh, those soft, almost boyish features, the full mouth, and those big, dark brown doe eyes that were currently wide with a warmth that made your stomach flip.
"you're here," mingyu said, his voice that same rich, warm baritone that had starred in approximately a million of your late-night fantasies.
"i'm here," you managed, suddenly aware you were dripping on his pristine limestone floor. "ah, sorry, i'm getting water everywhere."
"it's just water. come in, come in."
mingyu stepped back, ushering you inside with a wave of his hand. as you passed him, your shoulder barely brushed his chest, and a jolt, pure and electric, shot straight down your spine. he smelled like clean sweat, expensive vanilla soap, and something fundamentally, uniquely mingyu, something you couldn’t name.
he closed the door, shutting out the sound of the rain.
the house was comfortably quiet, cavernous, and impeccably decorated. it was mostly cool tones and modern art. it was beautiful, but it felt a little… sterile? more like a museum. or a very nice cage.
"let me take that," mingyu said, his fingers brushing yours as he took your bag.
the contact was brief, but his touch was searing. he looked you over, a small, fond smile playing on his lips.
"look at you. you've filled out. no more of that scrawny kid who used to steal my sunglasses."
you grinned, shoving your hands in your jeans pockets to hide their slight tremor.
"well, i was never scrawny. and i borrowed them. you have good taste."
"i do," mingyu said, his eyes crinkling. then he seemed to catch himself, the smile softening into something more careful. "how was the drive?"
"really long. glad it's over."
"your dad said you aced your finals."
"he tells you everything, huh?"
"he's my best friend," mingyu said it simply, but the words hung in the air between you, a reminder of the canyon you were trying to cross.
mingyu led you into the great room, a space with a two-story ceiling and a wall of glass overlooking a rain-soaked infinity pool and dark woods beyond. a fire crackled in a minimalist fireplace.
"drink? i was about to have a whiskey."
"sure. whatever you're having."
he moved to a crystal decanter on a sideboard, his back to you. you let yourself look, genuinely look.
the way the sweatpants clung to his strong thighs and the perfect curve of his ass. the way his t-shirt stretched across the formidable width of his shoulders. the corded strength in his forearms as he poured two generous glasses. mingyu was a man in his prime, all latent power and effortless grace. the silver in his hair wasn't an aging flaw; it was a goddamn accent, a mark of experience that made your knees weak.
mingyu turned, catching you staring.
you didn't look away, and a faint, almost imperceptible flush crept up his neck. mingyu handed you a glass, his fingers carefully avoiding yours this time.
"cheers," he said, clinking his glass against yours. "to being home for the summer."
"to seeing old friends," you replied, holding his gaze.
you took a long sip. the whiskey was smooth and smoky, burning a welcome path down your throat.
the conversation flowed easily at first — catching up, safe topics. mingyu’s recent business trip to japan. your classes. his new chef's kitchen that he never used. your mom's gardening obsession… but the undercurrent was always there, a low hum of tension just like the distant thunder outside.
mingyu was touchy by nature, he always had been — a clap on the shoulder, a ruffle of the hair, an arm slung over the back of the couch.
it used to be avuncular, comforting. but now… god, every point of contact was a brand.
mingyu sat next to you on the massive sectional, closer than necessary. when he laughed at a story you told about a disastrous date, his knee bumped against yours. he left it there, a solid, warm pressure. you could feel the heat of him through the denim of your jeans.
"so what happened?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. "was he boring?"
"well… he spent forty minutes talking about the nutritional benefits of different grass-fed beef brands," you deadpanned.
mingyu threw his head back and laughed, a full, unguarded sound that filled the quiet room.
"oh, no. that's tragic."
he shifted, turning his body toward you, his arm resting along the back of the couch behind your head. his fingers were inches from your hair.
"you deserve someone who talks about interesting things. or better yet, knows when to be quiet."
his voice had dropped, just a fraction, and the air between you thickened.
"what would they do? when they're being quiet?" you asked, your own voice quieter than you intended.
mingyu's smile faded.
his eyes searched yours, dark and unreadable. for a long moment, mingyu just looked at you, and you saw the conflict in him — the fondness, the desire, and a deep, churning wave of guilt. he cleared his throat and looked away, toward the fire.
"they'd… listen to the rain. and enjoy the peace."
mingyu took a large swallow of his whiskey. you saw his adam's apple bob in his strong throat, you saw the tight clench of his jaw.
"it's not very peaceful in here right now," you murmured.
his eyes snapped back to you. "no?"
you shook your head slowly, not breaking eye contact.
you leaned forward, just a little, under the pretense of setting your glass on the coffee table. the movement brought you deeper into mingyu’s space, his arm now fully surrounding you.
"it feels like there's a… charge in the air. don't you feel?"
"y/n..." it was a warning, a plea.
his breath hitched, and his gaze dropped to your mouth for a split second before he forcibly dragged it back up.
"don't."
"don't what?" you asked innocently, even as your blood pounded in your ears. "i'm just talking about the weather. static electricity. from the storm."
"you know what you're doing," mingyu said it softly, almost to himself.
mingyu started to pull his arm back, to create distance, but you reached up and placed your hand on his forearm, stopping him. the muscle under your palm was like steel wrapped in velvet. you felt him tense, then shudder.
"do i? maybe i don't. maybe you should tell me what i'm doing, mingyu."
the use of his name, stripped of any title, did something to him. a low sound, almost a groan, escaped him.
mingyu looked utterly tormented.
"this is so... oh my god, this is so wrong. you are his son. you are a kid."
"i'm twenty-four," you said, your thumb stroking a slow, deliberate path along his inner arm. "and you look at me, and you don't see a kid. you haven't for a long time."
mingyu closed his eyes, as if in pain.
"you have no idea what you're asking for."
"i think i do. i've wanted it; wanted you. for years," the confession hung in the air, raw and shameless. "and you want it, too. you're suffering right now because you want it so bad it's killing you to hold back."
his eyes flew open; they were blazing, dark with a hunger so intense it stole your breath. the careful, gentle friend was gone, replaced by something far more primal.
mingyu’s free hand came up and gripped your chin, his fingers firm but not hurting at all.
"you have no right to talk to me like that."
"why? because you're older? wiser?" you didn't pull away; instead you leaned into his touch. "or because you're scared you'll like it too much?"
mingyu stared at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
the internal battle was written across his face in stark relief — the decades of loyalty, the friendship with your father, the societal rules... all warring with the sheer, undeniable force of his want. you could also see the exact moment the dam began to crack.
"you're playing with fire," he breathed, his voice ragged.
"i'm not playing," you held his gaze, letting every ounce of your own longing show. "i've never been more serious about anything in my life."
for a long, suspended moment, he was perfectly still.
the only sounds were the rain, the crackle of the fire, and the frantic beating of two hearts. you watched the struggle finally leave his eyes, replaced by a resigned, desperate surrender.
a soft, broken curse fell from mingyu’s lips.
"damn it."
and then his mouth was on yours.
it wasn't gentle, and it wasn't a question; the kiss feel more like a collision, a release of pressure built over years, and it stole the breath from your lungs.
mingyu’s lips were softer than you'd imagined (and oh, you had imagined it a thousand times) but the kiss was anything but soft. it was hungry, devouring, a hot, wet slide of desperation that had a broken sound halt moan, half sob tearing from your throat. you answered with everything you had, your hands flying up to fist in the damp cotton of his t-shirt, pulling him closer, needing to erase the last sliver of space between you.
mingyu's hands were everywhere.
one large palm cradled the back of your head, fingers tangling brutally in your hair, tilting you to a better angle. the other swept down your spine, a rough, possessive stroke that made desperately you arch into him. mingyu tasted of expensive whiskey and the faint, clean mint of his toothpaste, and underneath it, that essential, masculine flavor that was just him.
his tongue swept against yours, and you met it eagerly, the slick, hot friction making your entire body tremble.
mingyu pulled back just enough to gasp for air, his forehead resting softly against yours, his breaths coming in ragged, hot puffs against your wet lips. his eyes were blown black, his pupils swallowing the warm brown almost completely.
"tell me," he growled, his voice ragged and thick. "look at me and tell me you really want this. that you know what this means."
you didn't hesitate a single second; you kept your gaze locked on his, letting him see every raw, unguarded ounce of your longing.
"i've wanted this. wanted you. for years, mingyu. i know exactly what it means."
a shudder wracked mingyu’s big frame.
he closed his eyes for a second, as if absorbing your words, letting them dismantle the last of his resistance. when he opened them again, the last vestige of 'uncle mingyu' was completely gone, burned away by a heat so intense it was frightening.
"then you're mine tonight," he breathed, the words a low, possessive vow. "right here. i can't... i can't make it to the bedroom. i need you now."
you simply nodded, words failing you, and surged forward to recapture his mouth. this kiss was deeper, slower, but no less desperate; it was a claiming kiss.
his hands moved from your hair and back to roam over your shoulders, down your arms, mapping your body through your shirt with a reverence that contradicted the urgency of his mouth. mingyu’s thumbs brushed over your nipples, and you jerked against him, a sharp, breathy moan escaping into his mouth.
mingyu smiled against your lips, a dark, pleased thing.
"sensitive," mingyu murmured softly, before dipping his head to trail his mouth along your jaw, down the column of your throat.
he sucked a patch of skin there, not hard enough to bruise, but with enough pressure to make you gasp and your hips buck upward, seeking friction.
"i want to hear every sound you make."
he worked his way back to your mouth, kissing you deeply as his hands went to the hem of your shirt. in one fluid, impatient movement, he broke the kiss just long enough to yank the fabric up and over your head, tossing it carelessly across the room. the cool air of the vast room hit your heated skin, raising goosebumps, but his gaze was way hotter.
mingyu leaned back, just looking, his eyes drinking you in with a hunger that made your skin flush.
"jesus christ," he whispered, his voice full of awe.
mingyu’s hands came up, but they didn't grab you; they hovered, then settled on your waist, his thumbs stroking the defined lines of your hips. his touch was calloused, slightly rough, and it set your nerves on fire.
"you're so... fuck. so beautiful."
he bent his head and kissed the center of your chest, right over your pounding heart. then his mouth began a slow, torturous descent. mingyu kissed every dip and plane, his lips and tongue tracing the lines of your muscles, paying special, lingering attention to each of your nipples, sucking and gently nipping until they were pebbled tight and aching, and you were writhing beneath him, fingers clawing at the soft fabric of the couch.
"mingyu... please..." you whined, the sound high and needy, echoing in the quiet room.
you'd never made a sound like that before. it was pure, unfiltered want.
"please what, baby?" mingyu murmured against your stomach, his breath hot on your skin.
his hands hooked into the waistband of your jeans, popping the button with an easy flick of his thumb. the sound of the zipper coming down was obscenely loud.
"tell me."
"touch me," you begged, your hips lifting off the couch in a silent plea. "god, just touch me."
mingyu made a low, approving sound and nuzzled against the trail of hair leading down from your navel, his nose brushing against the straining fabric of your briefs. your cock was painfully hard, a thick, obvious line of heat trapped against your stomach.
"look at you," he said, his voice husky with desire.
mingyu pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss right over the head of your cock through the cotton, and you cried out, your back bowing.
"aww, all worked up for me. been thinking about this, haven't you?"
"yes," you choked out. "always. every damn night."
that seemed to undo him completely.
with a gentleness that belied the tense set of his shoulders, mingyu peeled your jeans and briefs down your thighs, just enough to free you. the cool air was a shock, but then his big, warm hand wrapped around your length, and you saw stars.
"so perfect," he breathed, staring at you in his hand with a kind of rapt fascination.
mingyu gave you a slow, firm stroke, his thumb swiping over the bead of pre-cum at your tip, spreading the slickness. the sensation was so intense your vision blurred, and you threw your head back against the couch arm, a broken moan tearing from your throat.
"look at me," he commanded, his voice soft but insistent; so you forced your eyes open, meeting his dark, heated gaze. "i want to see you."
mingyu held your stare as he slowly, oh so slowly, lowered his head.
his breath ghosted over your sensitive cockhead, and you trembled violently. he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the tip, his lips impossibly soft against that most intimate part of you. a choked sob escaped you.
"is this okay?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper against your skin.
the question, the check-in amidst the frenzy, was almost more devastating than the act itself.
"yes—god, yes, please," you babbled, your hands finding their way back into his thick, silky hair.
mingyu didn’t need to hear anything else.
his mouth sank down on you, hot and wet and perfect, and your world exploded into pure, white-hot sensation. mingyu took you deep, his throat working around you, and the sight of him — kim mingyu, this powerful, beautiful man, on his knees between your legs, his eyes closed in concentration — was more than enough to make you feel dizzy.
mingyu began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that had your hips twitching off the couch. one of his big hands cupped and gently squeezed your balls, while the other rested possessively on your hip bone, his thumb slowly stroking your skin.
his technique was unhurried, meticulous.
he'd pull back until just your cockhead was nestled in the heat of his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge, before sliding down again, taking you to the hilt. the wet, slick sounds, combined with your ragged breathing and his low, contented hums, were the most erotic symphony you'd ever heard in your life.
"f-fuck—mingyu... i'm not gonna last..." you warned, your fingers tightening in his hair.
the coil in your gut was winding impossibly tight, such a sweet, agonizing pressure building with every skillful slide of his tongue, every gentle suck.
but mingyu pulled off with a soft, wet pop, leaving you throbbing and bereft in the cool air. he was breathing heavily, his lips swollen and glistening. mingyu kissed the inside of your thigh, sweetly, then the other, his stubble scratching deliciously against your sensitive skin.
"not yet, baby," he said, his voice wrecked. "we're just getting started."
mingyu leaned forward, softly pushing your legs further apart, and kissed a trail from the very base of your cock down, over your perineum, until his mouth was right there, at your entrance.
you tensed, a new wave of shocking, vulnerable heat flooding you.
"so pretty here too," he murmured, his breath so hot against you.
mingyu didn't do anything more for a long moment, just let you feel the warmth of his breath, the promise of his mouth so close. the anticipation was a sweet torture.
then, finally, mingyu pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss right against your hole.
you jolted, a sharp, surprised gasp leaving you. mingyu did it again, kissing and licking with a tender, exploring curiosity that made you feel exposed and worshipped all at once. your whines were constant now, a high, needy background noise to his quiet, focused attention.
after a minute of this maddening, gentle assault, he pulled back.
you heard the slick sound of him spitting into his own palm, and your breath hitched — mingyu’s eyes were on yours, watching your face as he brought his wet fingers back between your legs.
"just one," he whispered, the pad of his middle finger circling you, slick and insistent. "just to start. tell me if it's too much, okay?"
you could only nod, biting your lip.
the pressure was strange, intense, a slight burn as he pressed against the tight ring of muscle. you forced yourself to relax, to breathe out, and on your exhale, his finger pushed in, just past the first knuckle.
you gasped; it was a full, invasive sensation, a stretch you'd only ever imagined. mingyu went still, letting you adjust, his other hand stroking your flank soothingly.
"okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back.
"yeah," you breathed out. "more... please, just... move."
mingyu obeyed immediately, sliding his finger deeper, until he couldn’t go any further.
the feeling of being filled, of having a part of him inside you, was utterly profound. he began to move it slowly, a gentle in-and-out, crooking it slightly on each inward stroke. on one particularly deep push, his fingertip brushed against a spot deep inside you that sent a jolt of pure, electric pleasure straight up your spine.
you cried out, your back arching off the couch.
"there! oh my—god, there!"
a dark, possessive smile touched mingyu’s lips.
"found it," he rumbled.
mingyu focused his efforts on that spot, rubbing over it with a relentless, gentle precision that had you seeing stars. he then added a second finger, stretching you more thoroughly now, the burn melting into a deep, throbbing ache of fullness.
all the while, mingyu watched your face, drinking in every hitch of your breath, every flutter of your eyelids, every broken syllable of his name that fell from your lips.
you were a writhing, moaning mess beneath him, completely at his mercy, floating on a sea of sensation he was meticulously building. the rain still lashed against the glass walls, the fire crackled, and in this isolated, gleaming cage of a house, the only thing that was real was mingyu’s touch, his heat, his dark eyes claiming you, piece by shattered piece.
mingyu leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a deep, messy kiss, his fingers still working inside you. you could taste yourself on his tongue; a salty, intimate flavor that drove you wild.
"you feel so good," he groaned against your lips. "so tight and hot around me. you're taking me so well, baby. my sweet, good boy."
oh, the praise, the pet name, spoken in that rough, worshipful baritone, crashed over you like a wave. you were so, so close again, teetering on the edge just from his fingers and his words.
but mingyu slowed his movements, drawing a very frustrated whimper from you.
"not yet, baby," he repeated, his own breath coming in harsh pants.
mingyu withdrew his fingers slowly, making you feel suddenly, acutely empty.
he sat back on his heels, looking down at you; sprawled, bare, wrecked, and completely his on his expensive sofa. mingyu’s own arousal was a blatant, impressive bulge straining against his grey sweatpants.
he reached out, his thumb wiping away a tear you didn't even know had escaped from the corner of your eye. his expression was a complex mix of raw hunger, tender awe, and simmering, dark possession.
"now," he said, his voice a low, delicious threat, a promise of everything still to come. "now, we get you ready for the rest of me."
the words hung between you, a vow that made your spent body thrum with new anticipation.
but the 'ready' mingyu spoke of wasn't about more preparation; this time, it was about the final surrender, the crossing of a line there was definitely no coming back from. you saw it in mingyu’s eyes — the last thread of his control, frayed and about to snap.
you didn't give it a chance to.
with a strength born of years of desperate longing, you surged up from the couch cushions, your body colliding with his. your mouth found his in a kiss that was nothing like the first one.
that very first kiss had been a shockwave, a detonation; but this one was a conflagration.
it was hot, so desperate, and so fucking messy. it was all teeth and clashing tongues and shared, ragged breaths that were more like sobs. you kissed him like you were trying to crawl inside him, to live under his skin. your hands framed his jaw, your thumbs digging into the hinges, holding him to you as if he might vanish.
mingyu met you with equal, devastating fervor.
one of his big hands cradled the back of your skull, his fingers tangling so tightly in your hair it bordered on pain, a sweet, anchoring ache. the other swept down your naked back, palming your ass, pulling you flush against the thick, hard ridge of his cock still trapped in his sweats. the rough cotton against your oversensitive skin was its own kind of torture.
mingyu broke the kiss with a wet, gasping sound, only to dive back in, nipping at your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before plunging his tongue back inside.
"god, the way you kiss me," he groaned into your mouth, the words mangled and hot. "like you're starving for it."
"i am," you panted against his lips, your hips grinding down instinctively. "i've been starving for you."
a rough sound ripped from his chest.
in one fluid, powerful motion, mingyu sat back fully onto the sofa, his back against the cushions, and hauled you with him, pulling you completely into his lap. you straddled his thick thighs, the new position forcing a shocked gasp from you as it brought your bodies into even more intimate contact. his sweatpants were the only barrier left, and they felt like the worst insult.
mingyu’s hands were everywhere, claiming every single part of you as the kiss continued, sloppy and deep; they roamed over your shoulders, down your arms, mapping the dip of your spine, the swell of your ass. mingyu squeezed the flesh of your backside, his fingers digging in, massaging and kneading with a possessiveness that made you feel oh so dizzy.
one hand slid around to your front, splaying across your lower belly, holding you down against him as if to say; you're right here, you're mine. his other hand came up to cradle your face, his thumb stroking your fever-hot cheekbone even as his tongue delved deeper.
you were the one who broke the kiss this time, tearing your mouth from his with a ragged cry born of pure, unadulterated need.
you had to see. you had to have.
your eyes locked on mingyu’s, blown black with lust, and you didn't look away as your hands scrambled for the waistband of his grey sweatpants.
your fingers trembled so badly you fumbled with the simple knot of the drawstring. but mingyu didn't help, he just watched you struggle, his chest heaving, a faint, dark smile on his kiss-swollen lips. his gaze was heavy, heated, drinking in your frantic desperation.
finally, you got the tie loose. you hooked your fingers into the band, and with a forceful yank, you pulled both sweats and the boxer briefs beneath them down over his hips, just enough to free him.
the air left your lungs in a silent, stunned rush.
holy. fucking. shit.
you'd imagined, in all those late-night fantasies. hell, you'd felt him, hard and insistent against you.
but oh… imagination was a very pale, pathetic ghost compared to the reality now springing free, thick and heavy against mingyu’s stomach.
mingyu was... monstrous.
thick, velvety-looking, and so fucking long. a prominent, dark vein ran along the underside, pulsing visibly. mingyu was fully erect, the flushed, ruddy head glistening with a bead of pre-cum. he was beautiful in a way that was almost intimidating, a perfect, primal expression of his sheer masculine power.
your mind short-circuited; your own cock gave a painful, interested twitch.
"jesus, mingyu," you breathed, the words barely audible.
he saw the awe, the flicker of apprehension in your eyes, and mingyu’s smile softened instantly, turning unbearably sweet. he brought his hands up, cupping your face again, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. his touch was a direct contrast to the fierce, demanding weapon of his body just beneath you.
"it's okay," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "we'll go slow. we have all night. just look at me, baby. keep looking at me."
mingyu’s calm was an anchor; you nodded, swallowing hard, your gaze slowly lifting from his cock to his eyes. the tenderness in them, mixed with the smoldering hunger, steadied you.
tentatively, you reached down between your bodies; your hand wrapped around him.
a low, punched-out groan vibrated deeply through mingyu’s chest. your fingers couldn't even come close to touching; the girth was staggering, the heat of him searing your palm. m
you began to stroke him, slowly, from root to tip, feeling the iron-hard shaft under the silken skin, tracing the prominent vein with your thumb. mingyu’s head fell back against the expensive sofa cushion, his brown eyes squeezing shut. a long, slow, filthy moan dragged itself from his throat, a raw sound of pleasure that went straight to your own cock.
"f-fuck... just like that," he gritted out, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary upward thrust into your fist. "your hand feels—god, it feels like heaven."
you worked him, spreading the slickness from his tip down his length, the wet, slick sounds obscene in the quiet room. you watched mingyu come apart — the corded tendons in his neck standing out, his full lips parted, his breath coming in harsh gusts. he was letting you see him, utterly vulnerable to your touch.
"need you," you whispered, your own voice frayed. "i need you in me. now."
mingyu’s eyes flew open, dark and intense.
"you're sure? you're ready?"
"more than ready. i've been ready for years."
mingyu nodded, his hands moving to your hips, his grip firm and guiding.
"okay. okay, baby. you control it. you take what you need. slowly. just... slowly."
you positioned yourself, lifting up on your knees. with one hand still gripping mingyu’s shoulder for balance, you used the other to guide him. the broad, slick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and you both froze for a second, the reality of it crashing down.
you were stretched and slick from his fingers, but this was an entirely different league.
"breathe," mingyu whispered, his hands soothing on your hips. "just breathe out for me, sweetheart."
you exhaled shakily, and as you did, you sank down.
the initial pressure was immense, a blunt, burning stretch that stole all the air from your lungs. you cried out, a sharp, shocked sound. mingyu's hands tightened on you, holding you softly, his own breath held.
"shhh, i've got you," he cooed, his voice thick with strain.
mingyu leaned forward, peppering your face with soft, urgent kisses; he kissed your trembling eyelids, the damp corner of your mouth, your sweaty temple.
"that's it. just the tip, baby. just get used to me. god, you're so tight... you're taking me so perfectly."
you slowly pushed past the burn, sinking down another impossible inch. the stretch was really agonizing, overwhelming, but beneath it was a rightness, a fullness you'd craved without even knowing the shape of it. you moaned, long and low, your forehead falling against his.
mingyu was breathing hard, his nostrils flared, every muscle in his torso locked with the effort of staying still.
"f-feel you," you gasped. "oh my god—i… i can feel you everywhere."
"look at me," mingyu begged softly.
you opened your eyes, meeting his. they were glazed, swimming with an emotion way too deep to name.
"stay with me."
you nodded, biting your lip, and sank down further, and further, in tiny, incremental surrenders. each fraction deeper made you whimper, a high, pathetic sound. mingyu murmured a constant stream of praise and encouragement, his lips never leaving your skin.
"my beautiful boy… so good for me... wrapping around me so tight... never felt anything like this..."
when you finally, finally seated yourself fully, his hips flush against your ass, you both let out a simultaneous, shattered groan.
you were impaled, filled to the absolute limit. you could feel him in your throat; in your soul. the burn was subsiding, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache of completion. you were so full you couldn't move, couldn't even think. you just sat there, trembling, feeling him pulse inside you, feeling his own tremors of restraint.
"f-fuck," mingyu choked out, his head dropping back again, his adam's apple bobbing. "you're... you're really everywhere. i'm so deep, baby. are you okay? please, tell me you're okay."
you could only nod, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.
"so full," you mumbled against his tan skin. "never... never felt this full."
mingyu held you like that for what felt like an eternity, his big hands running up and down your back, whispering sweet nothings into your hair, patiently letting your body adjust to the invasion. the rain was a distant melody now, the fire a warm witness.
slowly, the unbearable pressure began to transform; the ache became a sweet, heavy throb.
a need to move, to feel him move, began to coil deep in your gut. tentatively, you flexed your inner muscles around him — mingyu jolted as if electrocuted, a broken cry tearing from him.
"fuck—don't... don't do that unless you want this to be over before it starts."
a spark of power shot through you; and you did it again, a slow, deliberate squeeze.
"baby," mingyu warned, but it was a plea.
you lifted your head, looking down at him. you placed your hands on his broad, solid chest for leverage, and you took a deep, shuddering breath.
finally, you started to move.
you rose up, slowly, agonizingly, feeling every single inch of him drag against your oversensitive walls. and oh, the sensation was so intense your vision spotted; you heard mingyu's breath hitch, you saw his hands fist at his sides, knuckles completely white.
when just mingyu’s cockhead remained inside, you paused a little, hovering, before sinking back down in one slow, smooth slide.
the moan that ripped from both of you was guttural, unison. it was too much; god, it was everything.
"that's it," mingyu rasped, his hands flying back to your hips, not really to guide, but simply to feel you. "ride me, baby. take what you want. use me."
you found a rhythm, slow and deep at first, a rolling grind of your hips that rubbed him against that sweet, devastating spot inside you with every downward stroke.
your movements were unsteady, clumsy, fueled by pure sensation. your thighs burned, but hell — you didn't care. the only thing that mattered right now was the drag and fill, the hot slap of skin, the way his eyes never left yours, dark and worshipping.
"look at you," mingyu breathed, his voice wrecked with awe. "look at you moving on my cock. you were made for this. made only for me."
his words lit a fire in you.
you moved faster, your rises and falls becoming more desperate, losing the smoothness for a more frantic, hungry pace. the sofa cushions squeaked beneath you, the room filled with the symphony of your union; wet, slick sounds, the slap of flesh, your ragged sobs, his deep, guttural groans.
"mingyu... oh my—mingyu, please..." you chanted, a broken mantra.
you didn't even know what you were begging for. more? harder? to never stop?
"i know, baby, i know," he groaned, his hands sliding from your hips to grip your ass, spreading you wider, helping you take him even deeper.
his control was fraying fast. his hips began to meet your downward thrusts with small, upward snaps of his own.
"you feel so fucking good. so perfect. my perfect boy."
one of mingyu’s hands snaked up your torso, his thumb brushing roughly over your nipple. you cried out, arching your back, which drove him even deeper. he pinched the nub, rolling it between his fingers, sending jolts of sharp pleasure-pain straight to your cock, which leaked steadily onto his stomach.
"touch yourself," he commanded, his voice ragged. "i want to see you come while you ride me."
you obeyed without thought, your hand wrapping around your own length, stroking in time with your frantic bouncing. the dual sensation — the internal fullness, the external friction — was too much, too good. you were babbling, a stream of incoherent praise and filth;
"yes—yes, just like that... you're so big... filling me up... i'm yours, all yours..."
mingyu’s name became the only word you knew.
the tension coiled tighter, a spring ready to snap. your movements became erratic, your rhythm falling apart into desperate, jerking motions.
mingyu saw it; he sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around you, crushing you to his chest. he took over, his own powerful hips pistoning up into you from below, his pace brutal and perfect. he was everywhere — his mouth on your neck, sucking a bruise into your skin, his hands clutching you to him, his cock nailing that sweet little spot inside you with unerring accuracy.
"i'm gonna... i'm gonna cum—" you sobbed.
your orgasm tearing through you without warning, a white-hot detonation that seized every muscle in your body; you clenched around mingyu violently, your release striping his chest and stomach in hot pulses.
the feel of you milking him, the raw, shattered sound of your cry, was mingyu’s undoing.
with a roar that was half your name, half a prayer, mingyu desperately buried himself in the deepest part of you and stilled. you felt the hot, deep pulse of his release flooding you, wave after endless wave, marking you, claiming you from the inside out. he held you there, locked together, as he emptied himself, his whole body shuddering with the force of it.
the collapse was gradual; the frantic energy seeped away, leaving behind a boneless, trembling exhaustion.
mingyu slumped back against the cushions, taking you with him, still joined. you lay sprawled on top of him, a mess of sweat and cum and spent desire, your ear pressed to his sweaty chest, listening to the frantic, slowing gallop of his heart.
his arms came around you, not in passion now, but in a sheltering embrace. one of mingyu’s hand stroked your damp hair, the other drew lazy, soothing circles on your back; you were both breathing hard, the air thick with the scent of sex and sandalwood and rain.
for a long time, there were no words.
none were needed.
the silence was full, a living thing woven from the crackle of the dying fire, the distant patter of rain outside, and the slow syncing of your breaths.
you felt mingyu soften inside you, a gradual, intimate withdrawal that made you clench involuntarily, drawing a soft, spent groan from deep in his chest.
"shhh, baby," he murmured, his voice a rough, warm rumble beneath your ear. his hand moved from your hair to cradle the back of your head. "just rest. i've got you."
you nuzzled into mingyu’s neck, breathing him in. his skin was salty, his familiar scent now layered with something new, something that was you and him mixed together. god, you'd never smelled anything better.
you felt his lips press against your temple, not a kiss of hunger, but one of... reverence.
it made your throat tighten.
mingyu’s hand continued its slow journey up and down your spine, over the curve of your ass, as if he couldn't stop touching you, even now. his touch was different; before, it had been about claiming, about desperation. but now, it was about savoring, about memorizing.
"you feel that?" he whispered after a while, his voice low and awed. his palm flattened against the small of your back, holding you firmly to him. "how perfectly you fit? like you were carved to slot right here."
you made a soft, affirmative little noise, way too wrung out to form words.
"the way you moved," mingyu continued, his voice taking on a husky, wondering quality.
he was talking more to himself than to you.
"taking all of me. fucking yourself on my cock like you were born for it. so greedy. so perfect," his fingers traced the knobs of your spine. "i've never seen anything more beautiful in my life."
a warm, syrupy tlush spread through your chest at his words. you turned your head just enough to press an open-mouthed kiss to the base of his throat, tasting salt and skin. he hummed, the sound vibrating through you.
slowly, with a tenderness that made your heart ache, he shifted beneath you. mingyu guided you to slide off him, the loss of connection making you whimper softly.
"shh, i'm right here," he soothed, arranging your limp body beside him on the wide sofa.
you were laying on your back, and mingyu hovered over you, propped up on one elbow, his big body caging you in completely, blocking out the rest of the vast, dark room. his free hand came up to brush the sweat-damp hair from your forehead.
mingyu’s eyes were soft, impossibly dark, and they roamed over your face like a man seeing a miracle.
"look at you," he breathed. "all wrecked because of me."
he bent his head and kissed you.
it was nothing like the kisses before; there was no clash, no frantic battle for dominance. no, this time, the kiss was slow — a slow and sweet exploration.
mingyu’s lips were soft, plush, moving over yours with a devastating tenderness. he licked gently at your lower lip, asking, and you opened for him with a soft sigh. his hot tongue met yours in a lazy, wet slide that tasted of whiskey and shared pleasure. mingyu kissed you like he had absolutely all the time in the world; like discovering the shape of your mouth was the most important task he'd ever undertaken.
he pulled back just an inch, his breath mingling with yours. a small, dazed smile touched his swollen lips.
"can't get enough of that," he admitted, his voice a gravelly whisper. "your mouth. it's fucking addictive."
you managed a shaky smile of your own, lifting a heavy hand to trace the silver strands at his temple.
"old man's got stamina," you teased, your voice hoarse.
the smile on his face widened, turning boyish and bright, crinkling the corners of those big, doe eyes. he caught your finger and brought it to his lips, kissing the tip.
"who you calling old?" mingyu rumbled playfully, nipping at your finger. "i seem to recall a certain someone being the one who tapped out first."
"you overwhelmed me," you protested weakly, but you were smiling brightly, a giddy, post-coital lightness bubbling up inside you.
this — this easy, affectionate teasing. yeah, this was something you'd dreamed of, too.
"i'll overwhelm you anytime you want, baby," he said, his tone dropping back into that low, possessive register that made your spent nerves twitch.
mingyu’s gaze grew heated again as it traveled down your body. you were a complete mess — his release was already leaking from you, sticky on your thighs, your own cum drying on your stomach.
you should have felt embarrassed, exposed. but under his gaze… you felt nothing but worshipped.
mingyu’s hand, which had been resting on your hip, began to drift. it slid over your abdomen, his fingers splaying wide; the touch was so warm, so possessive. he pressed down, gently, massaging the muscle there.
"feel that?" he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. "so soft here. so warm."
you did feel it. and you felt something else, too.
beneath your ass, where his thigh was pressed against you, you felt the unmistakable, thickening heat of him beginning to harden once more. a jolt of pure, electric shock went through you, and your eyes widened.
mingyu saw your expression; a faint, self-deprecating blush crept up his neck, but his eyes were dark with unabashed want. he gave a small, helpless shrug, his thumb stroking your belly.
"i can't help it," he said, his voice thick with a kind of bewildered desire. "the way you're looking at me... the way you feel... god—you're all over me. inside and out. it's... it's making me crazy."
mingyu was already half-hard, and the proof of it was pressing insistently against your thigh.
after everything, the man was starving. damn it, he was desperate. and the look in his eyes — a mix of awe, obsession, and sheer, unadulterated lust — shattered any last shred of resistance you might have had.
who were you to say no to this man? to kim mingyu, who you'd wanted with a singleminded ache for what felt like your entire adult life? this beautiful of a man was here, real and warm and hard for you again, looking at you like you'd hung the moon.
"you're really insatiable," you breathed softly, but you were already shifting, spreading your legs a fraction in blatant invitation.
a ragged breath left him. mingyu leaned down, capturing your mouth in another deep, languid kiss.
"only for you," he growled against your lips. "only ever for you. tell me yes. tell me you want me again."
you pulled back from the kiss, holding his desperate, beautiful face in your hands. you looked right into those big, dark, pleading eyes.
"yes," you said, simple and sure. "i want you. i always want you. please, mingyu."
the sound mingyu made was pure relief and hunger. he kissed you hard and quick, then began to move.
"my turn," he whispered, his voice a promise. "let me take care of you this time. let me love you properly."
mingyu nudged you, and you understood, rolling onto your stomach; but he made a soft, disapproving sound.
"no. look at me. i want to see you."
mingyu guided you onto your back again.
then, with surprising strength and gentleness, he hooked his hands under your knees, spreading you wide and lifting your legs. he arranged you so your calves were resting over his shoulders, your body open and utterly exposed to him. the position was vulnerable, intimate, and so deep you gasped just thinking about it.
"mingyu..." you whispered.
"shhh. just feel."
and then he began.
mingyu started at your ankles, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to the bone. he worked his way up your calves, his lips and the rough scrape of his stubble a delicious contrast on your sensitive skin. he took his time, worshipping every inch. he'd murmur against your skin, his voice a low, continuous hum of praise.
"such strong legs... carried you right to me... my baby is so beautiful..."
he reached your inner thighs, and he lingered there, kissing and sucking gently at the tender skin, nipping playfully, making you jump and giggle breathlessly.
"ticklish here?" mingyu asked sweetly, a smile in his voice before he soothed the spot with his tongue. "good. i'll remember that."
his journey was agonizingly slow, deliberately torturous. mingyu bypassed your aching cock entirely, which was already filling again, lying heavy and interested against your stomach. he kissed your hip bones, licked a stripe along the crease of your thigh and torso, his big hands holding you steady.
"mingyu—please," you begged, arching up, seeking any kind of friction.
"wait a little more," he chided softly, blowing a cool breath over your wet skin. "i'm not done admiring."
he moved to your chest, his mouth finding your nipples again; mingyu gave them the same devoted attention, sucking one into the wet heat of his mouth while his fingers rolled and pinched the other. the dual sensation, now in the oversensitive aftermath of your first orgasm, was almost painfully good.
you cried out, your hands flying to his head, not to push him away, but to hold him there.
"so responsive," mingyu moaned, switching sides. "every little touch. you're a dream."
finally, after what felt like an eternity of sweet torment, mingyu lowered you gently from his shoulders, your legs falling to bracket his hips.
he leaned over you, bracing himself on his massive arms, caging you completely. his body was a furnace of taut muscle and tan skin above you. he looked down at you, his face serious, his eyes blazing with intent.
"you're sure?" mingyu asked one last time, even though the thick, hot length of him was pressed against your slick, used entrance.
you reached up, cupping his jaw.
"i've never been more sure of anything. please, mingyu. i need you."
he nodded, his expression softening into something unbearably tender. mingyu leaned down and kissed you, deep and slow, as he began to push forward.
this entrance was different; there was no frantic, sharp burn of first penetration. this was a slow, inexorable, aching stretch. your body knew him now, welcomed him happily, but the sheer size of his cock was still a breathtaking challenge.
mingyu fed himself into you inch by inch, his breath huffing in soft, controlled pants against your mouth.
"oh... god... mingyu—" you chanted into the kiss, your head falling back against the cushion.
he broke the kiss to watch where you were joining, his eyes hooded with fierce concentration.
"look at that," he breathed, his voice thick with wonder. "taking me so easy now. opened up so pretty for me."
mingyu sank another inch, and a full-body shudder wracked him.
"oh—fuck... you're still so tight, baby. like a hot, perfect fist around me."
mingyu paused when he was entirely in, buried to the hilt in a different, deeper way. he wasn't rushing; no, hes was taking all the time to savoring. he dropped his forehead to yours, his eyes squeezing shut.
"you feel that?" he gritted out. "feel how deep i am? you are hugging me everywhere"
you could only nod, overwhelmed by the profound fullness. mingyu was everywhere, just as you'd felt before, but this time it was a slow, thorough possession.
he began to move, and the world narrowed to the glide of his body into yours.
mingyu set a pace that was pure, unadulterated torture; slow — oh, so, so slow. he would draw almost all the way out, until just the flared head of his cock stretched your rim, then push back in with a deep, rolling thrust that entirely punched the air from your lungs. each stroke was deliberate, measured, and hit so deep it felt like he was rearranging your soul.
"o-oh my—god... oh, f-fuck..." you babbled, your hands scrambling for purchase on his sweat-slick back, your nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders.
your back arched off the couch, seeking more, deeper, but mingyu controlled the rhythm completely.
"that's it," he praised, his voice a low, rough rumble.
mingyu shifted his angle just slightly, and on the next deep, slow drive, his cockhead brushed directly over that devastating little spot inside you.
a sharp, broken cry tore from your throat. your eyes flew open, wide and unseeing.
"there?" he asked, a dark, knowing smile gracing his lips.
mingyu did it again, and again, that same slow, deep thrust aimed with deadly accuracy.
"hmm? yeah, that's my sweet spot—right there. making my baby see stars."
you were completely unraveling.
the slow pace wasn't giving you a frantic, sprinting climb to the edge; it was building a deep, tidal wave of pleasure from the ocean floor up. it was everywhere; in every single cell. you couldn't stop the sounds pouring out of you — high, keening whines, sobbing moans, his name repeated like a desperate prayer.
mingyu was murmuring constantly, a stream of filthy, beautiful praise.
"you're doing so good, baby... taking me so deep... you feel like heaven... my good boy, my perfect boy... all mine... fucking made for me..."
one of his big hands slid between your bodies, his fingers wrapping around your leaking cock. his grip was firm, his strokes perfectly timed to his languid thrusts. the double stimulation was too much. way too much. you were being pleasured from the inside and the outside, surrounded by him, drowned in him.
"m-mingyu... i can't—it's too much.." you sobbed, tears welling in your eyes from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of it.
you weren't crying from pain or sadness, but from the absolute, soul-crushing goodness of it. in your entire life, you'd never felt so connected, so claimed, so utterly loved in a physical sense.
mingyu saw your tears and his face softened with a tenderness that broke you further. he bent down, kissing the tears from your cheeks.
"shhh, it's okay," he whispered against your skin, never ceasing the slow, deep rhythm of his hips or the steady stroke of his hand. "let it be too much. i've got you. i'II always catch you. come for me, baby. let me feel you come around my cock."
his words, his touch, the deep, relentless pleasure — it coalesced into a tight, screaming knot at the base of your spine. you were babbling, completely incoherent, a mess of yes and please and his name.
"i'm... i'm gonna—"
"come with me," he demanded, his own control fraying.
mingyu’s thrusts lost a fraction of their measured pace, becoming deeper, more urgent.
"look at me. come with me."
you forced your tear-blurred eyes to meet his. mingyu’s expression was one of fierce, beautiful strain, his lips parted, his brow furrowed in ecstasy.
the sight of him, of kim mingyu coming apart above you, was the final trigger.
your orgasm detonated, a silent, white-hot supernova that ripped through you with a violence that stole your voice. you arched off the couch, your mouth open in a soundless scream as your release shot over your stomach and mingyu’s hand in hot, pulsing stripes.
your inner muscles clamped around him in frantic, rhythmic spasms, milking him desperately.
the teel of your climax tearing through you, the vise-like grip of your body, shattered mingyu’s last vestige of control — with a guttural roar that was pure release, he completely drove into you one last, final, punishingly deep time and held. you felt the hot, deep pulse of his release flooding you, one crushing wave after another, marking you, filling you, sealing what you'd done.
mingyu collapsed on top of you, his full weight a warm, heavy blanket, his face buried in your neck as he shuddered through the last aftershocks.
you lay there, wrecked and pinned, floating in a haze of endorphins and profound satisfaction. mingyu’s weight was crushing, and you never wanted him to move; his breath was hot and ragged against your neck.
slowly, gently, mingyu softened and slipped from your body; a soft, oversensitive whimper escaped your lips at the loss, followed by the hot, intimate trickle of his release down your thigh.
mingyu made a soft, soothing noise and slowly rolled in the sofa, taking you with him so you were once again sprawled on his chest.
you were both silent for a long time, utterly spent. your limbs felt like lead, and your mind was blissfully empty. you tilted your head up, finding mingyu’s lips in a very slow, very exhausted, salty kiss.
it was a kiss of completion — of gratitude.
"sleepy," you mumbled against his mouth.
"sleep, baby," mingyu murmured, his arms tightening around you. "i've got you."
you didn't fight it; your eyelids were too heavy.
the last thing you were aware of was the steady, strong beat of mingyu’s heart under your cheek, and the feeling of his lips, pressed softly to the crown of your head.
and just like that, you drifted off.
you didn't know how long you slept — maybe twenty minutes, maybe an hour. all you know is that it was a deep, heavy, satiated sleep.
you were roused gently by soft, warm movements beneath you.
you blinked open gritty eyes. the fire was embers now, casting the room in deep, dancing shadows. mingyu was carefully, oh so carefully, extricating himself from under you — of course, you made a sound of protest, trying to cling to his warmth.
"shhh, go back to sleep, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice like velvet in the dark. "just let me clean you up."
you were way too tired to argue, so you simply let your body go limp, watching him through slitted eyes.
mingyu moved with a quiet, efficient tenderness; he fetched a soft, warm cloth from the adjoining bathroom, wet with warm water. he knelt by the sofa, and with a touch so gentle it physically made your chest hurt, he began to clean you — he wiped the drying spend from your stomach, his strokes slow and careful, he cleaned between your legs, dabbing softly at the sensitive, used flesh, cleaning away the evidence of his possession.
there was absolutely no disgust, no hesitation — only a focused, loving care.
once you were clean, he fetched a throw blanket from a nearby armchair and draped it over you, tucking it around your shoulders. he stoked the fire quietly, adding a log, bringing it back to a gentle, warm glow.
then, he simply stood there, looking down at you.
the firelight played over the incredible planes of mingyu’s body — the broad shoulders, the tapered waist, the powerful legs. he was still naked, utterly unselfconscious, and he looked like a god. but his expression... his expression was utterly, devastatingly human.
mingyu’s big, dark doe eyes were so soft, full of a wonder so profound it took your breath away even in your half-asleep state. yeah, he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen — a small, private smile touched his lips.
mingyu reached down and brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering on your skin.
you saw it then, in the quiet of the firelit room.
the conflict, the guilt — it wasn't gone. you could still see the shadows of it in the lines of his face. but they were being drowned out, overwhelmed, by something brighter, stronger, and infinitely more terrifying;
love.
mingyu wasn't just looking at a lover, or his best friend's son — no, mingyu was looking at the man he loved. the realization was quiet and absolute in his gaze.
he leaned down, his lips brushing your forehead in a kiss so soft it was almost a breath.
"mine," he whispered to the sleeping air, the word a vow.
mingyu didn't say the rest; he didn't say he didn't care about the age, his friendship with your dad, the potential fallout, the scandal.
he didn't have to.
you could see it in the set of his jaw, in the possessive yet protective gleam in his eye as he finally sat down on the floor beside the sofa, his back against it, close enough to touch you. he was going to stay there, watching over you.
mingyu had crossed his line, and he had no intention of looking back.
🫐 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 <𝟯 !!
𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌 (•˕ •マ.ᐟ
Okay I lied 🤥. THIS might be my new fav fic 3> 🫦😛. This is so wonderful. So intimate and so truly human at the same time. 👏👏👏
