โธ๏ธ Summary: You and Mingi have been at each other's neck for the past year. The latter finds big enjoyment in spurring you on while you just want to make it to graduating without being charged with murder. Things take an interesting turn when your crush and fellow figure skater shows interest in you resulting in a fistfight, two love confessions and multiple heartbreaks.
โธ๏ธ Pairing(s): Hockey Player!Mingi x Figure Skater!Reader, Figure Skater!Hyunjin x Figure Skater!Reader
โธ๏ธ Genres/Tropes: College AU, non-idol AU, rivals to lovers but it's more like one-sided resentment, hockey AU, figure skating AU, angst, fluff, suggestive
โธ๏ธ Warnings/Tags: female reader, no use of (Y/N), explicit language, alcohol consumption, chaotic friendship, a lot of side characters, party scenes, arguments, mature content, more tags are to come with each chapter so read those carefully!
โธ๏ธ Current wordcount: 58.2K
โธ๏ธ Author's note: Ignore the fact that this was supposed to be an oneshot and not a mini-series. Anyhow, I'm really proud of this work as it is something I've been writing for a really long time (since October 2023) but I'm also very nervous to share it with you guys, so if you like (or dislike) it, please, do tell me! The parts are all around 13-16K words, except for the finale, which I still haven't started writing ๐ญ
I also want to say a big thank you to @/zchnlswrld for beta reading and giving me love and encouragement through the journey! Youโre very much appreciated ๐ฉท
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ใผโ Warning: suggestive language, cursing, smut
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ใผโ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au
ใผโ Rating: mature
ใผโ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?
A/N: I chose no song for this chapter, so everyone is free to listen to whatever or not listen to anything at all, however, while doing the moodboard I was listening to Power and I actually started sobbing, so uh, you can give it a listen if you wish to! I won't yap here, so see you at the end of the chapter! <3 I hope you enjoy, and as always, let me know what y'all thought of the last chapter of my beloved series. divider
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Spring was finally approaching, the weather having turned less harsh and warmer in the span of a few weeks, slowly painting nature in its vibrant and gorgeous colors that I would never get enough of. And we were lucky the air was warmer now outside, because in the confines of the limited space of my little studio of my Arts Club at universityโwhich is more of a storage room to be fairโthe smell of fresh dye and incense mingled together almost in a nauseating way, leaving me no option but to crack open the small window of the studio. Well, since it was so high up, I had to ask Mingi to open it as I didnโt want to get on a chair as I would have had to walk to the front of the room, and I was too lazy to do that. Music played quietly in the corner from Mingiโs portable speaker as he hummed along the melody of the song, typing away on his phone as his shoulders were slouched over, head lowered.
My eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as I bit my tongue, making sure the dye spread out evenly at the back of Mingiโs head, not wanting to leave spots of his previously platinum blonde hair. Around a week ago, he and Seonghwa hung out under the pretense of watching movies and having a boys' night in which they would drink beer and maybe compose some music, however, the next day when Mingi came over to have lunch with my mother and me, his hair was short. The long strands that curled prettily against his nape and ears were gone, replaced by short spikey hair that stuck up against his head, giving him a punkish look. My mother had squealed when she saw him, touched his hair, and then cradled his cheeks, gushing about how handsome he was, making me glare at the two as they forgot about my existence. Instead, I went and set the table and left them to their usual gossiping, shaking my head when my mother told him all about the new hot doctor at work she had her eyes on.
At times, those two would get lost in their own world and forget about my existence, amusing me, but also prompting me to give them a side-eye. Donโt get me wrong, I was beyond the moon that my boyfriend and mother got along really well, but at times it almost felt like I didnโt even existโand before you would be like Mingi and say that I am dramatic, the fact that my mother seemed to love Yunho just as much as Mingi, definitely sent me into an existential crisis after the first time she confessed she loved the two as if they were her own sons. And about Yunho, well, yes, weโve worked out our differencesโwhich involved a lot of explaining, invoking buried memories, and a lot of apologies from Yunhoโs sideโso now we were all a big happy familyโfamily as in not to be misunderstood, we all loved each other and had a nice bond. To be honest, I felt no mal-intent towards Yunho when after a month of dating Mingi we finally decided to sit down and discuss everything with his best friend, and I even found myself now confiding in him and asking him for advice in areas Seulgiโand Wooyoungโcouldnโt help, because, after all, Yunho knew Mingi best. And Yunhoโs girlfriend was an absolute angel and sweetheart, I took a liking to her quite quickly and found her love for literature rather adorable as sheโd often quote her favorite characters from her favorite books.
Mingi snickered as I playfully pushed his head forward as I was done dyeing his platinum hair to a regular, darker, blonde with pink hues in it. I tried to look over his shoulder to see what he found so amusing but he cradled his phone to his chest and made me roll my eyes as I walked to the sink to wash the small bowl and the brush I used to dye his hair. Mingi changed the music to something more upbeat and a lot noisier than the music he, Wooyoung, and Seonghwa made, and I came to realize the speaker was playing Limp Bizkit. I couldnโt say that I enjoyed their music too much, I preferred something more indie, but I still appreciated some of their songs. I turned on the faucet and started washing the brush first as Mingi approached me and leaned against the counter, lips pursed as he tried to hide his cheeky smile. I threw him a questioning look as I rinsed the bowl out, applying a little soap in it to wash out the dye completely as Mingi finally spoke up, โCheck this out, โYour face is a work of art, my legs should frame it.โโ
My eyebrows furrowed as I gave Mingi a confused look, quickly making him pout, โOh, come on! Itโs โart rizzโ!โ
I snorted as I placed the bowl and brush aside to dry, peeling the gloves off my hands carefully to not stain my clothes or skin, โYouโve had better ones Mings, besides, shouldnโt I be saying that to you?โ
โI mean,โ Mingiโs eyebrows furrowed as he pocketed his phone in his light pink jeans, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He wore a white loose sleeveless tank top today, his biceps bulged from the action and I tried not to let my eyes linger on the well-defined muscles, โI definitely like the idea youโre suggestingโโ
โAs if we havenโt done that already.โ I interrupted with a pointed look and Mingi just rolled his eyes.
โThatโs beside the point,โ And then he was smirking, leaning into my space as I rinsed the soap off my hands, โwait, are you suggesting something right now?โ
โI just dyed your hair, Mingi, no, Iโm not suggesting anything.โ I sighed, unimpressed, as I shut the faucet off and grabbed a small towel to dry my hands off in it. You see, Mingi is ratherโฆvocal with his needs and quick in executing them, so, I cannot say we havenโt beenโฆ active, if you know what I mean.
โPity.โ Mingi pouted for a second before he moved on to the next subject, his brain sometimes moving too fast for me to be able to keep up with him, โYou remember that well-dressed woman from our last gig at Outlaw?โ
โI sure do, she looked rather out of place with her pencil skirt and blouse.โ I hummed as I leaned my hip against the sink, facing Mingi. He grinned and then fished his phone out of his pocket again and unlocked it, clicking on something I couldnโt see. Then, he cleared his throat and raised it to a higher pitch that was definitely mocking the womanโs voice.
โMr. Song, I am delighted to let you know that Horizon Records would love to work with Noir Zenith, and weโd like to set an appointment as soon as it fits you and your bandmates' schedule. โ Hong J.โ Mingi bit his bottom lip as my eyes widened, prompting me to hold onto his wrist in excitement.
โWait,โ I said, eyebrows lightly furrowing, โisnโt this that super famous and huge record everyone dreams of getting signed to?!โ
And when Mingiโs smile grew into a hug grin, I felt joy and excitement fill my senses as I grabbed both of Mingiโs hands, jumping up and down as he giggled and followed along, the two of us jumping in small circles like little kids. I couldnโt believe my ears, this was even bigger than the last record they agreed to sign with for half a yearโthe one Hongjoong helped out withโand once their contract was over, they could sign a new one with Horizon Records.
โThatโs fucking amazing, Mingi!โ I exclaimed loudly as we finally stopped jumping around, my heart beating fast as Mingi nodded in excitement, his teeth visible as he couldnโt stop smiling.
โI know, Wooyoung started running laps while screaming and Seonghwa cried clinging to me for half an hour when I told them.โ I chuckled at the image in my head, but quickly realized the message wasnโt fresh. Before I could go off on him for hiding something so important from me, Mingi beat me to it, a knowing glint in his eyes, โMrs. Hong sent the text yesterday afternoon and I only didnโt tell you about it because I knew weโd meet today and I wanted to see your reaction, so, donโt be mad, please.โ
And how could I be mad at him when his plump lips were jutting out and his eyebrows raised in a manner that made him look adorable and heartbreaking at the same time? I huffed and squeezed his hands before I released them, trying to play off the fact that he already knew me so well, โI wasnโt about to get mad, Iโm very happy for you and the rest of the boys, my love.โ
Mingi giggled and looked away, the high of his cheekbones slightly flushed, and I grinned because I could never get over the fact that calling him โloveโ or โmy loveโ turned him into a giggling and blushing mess. It was adorable, cute, and somehow still sexy, and before I would let any stray thoughts enter my head and distract me from the plans we had, I cleared my throat, โWe should eat that pizza we ordered, itโs probably already gone cold.โ
Mingi hummed but didnโt speak up as I went to walk towards the white sheet we had laid on the floorboards to sit on, pizza, black nail polish, Mingiโs pink beanie, and my sketchbook scattered all over it. However, before I could take another step, my feet suddenly werenโt touching the ground anymore as I was lifted by the waist, a squeal leaving my lips as I clutched onto Mingiโs bare arms, โMingi! Put me down!โ
โNo.โ He giggled against my neck and I felt his warm lips press a small kiss against my nape as my hair was in a bun, then he was running towards the sheet as we both laughed, the song playing through the speaker drowned out by our loudness. He finally placed me back down on my feet when we reached the white sheet and I sat down in a crisscross position, opening the box of pizza as Mingi took his seat across me. I grinned as I grabbed a slice, my stomach growling in hunger once again, and then I took a bite of the cheesy pepperoni pizza, making Mingi chuckle as he looked less hungry and less eager to devour our lunch for today. I extended my hand for his phone and he gave it to me without a word, I typed in his password before I looked through his playlist, taking bites of my pizza in the meantime. I found a slower beat that I liked and switched the currently playing song to that and then handed his phone back after I locked it, smiling as Mingi was flipping through my newest sketchbook which had mostly drawings of him.
I didnโt expect him to flip to that particular page and I almost choked as the pizza went down a little array, making Mingi smirk as he pulled the drawing closer to himself, dark eyes inspecting his sleeping form in the drawing. Well, the drawing looked completely innocent unless you knew what happened before it, and I couldnโt help but blush harder when Mingi bit his lower lip, pizza in his hand forgotten as he traced the blanket that hung low on his naked hips, torso on display and face serene as he had been in a deep slumber. When he looked up, he didnโt look much too smug, but there was a glint in his eyes that I had become accustomed to too well. He was in awe, but he was turned on, and I couldnโt help but stuff my face more with pizza, satiating my hunger as a means of distraction from the fact that I drew Mingi post-sex not even four days ago.
โSometimes I wish I wasnโt a talented songwriter and composer but a good hell of a painter.โ His voice was deeper as he mumbled, taking a bite of his pizza as he glanced back down at the drawing, โI want to draw you too, to capture you in all forms and commemorate you for an eternity.โ
Well, what a way to make me blush harder. I grabbed another slice as I had finished the first one as a means to stall for a second, ponder over my answer, โYouโre good with your words though, unlike me. I always struggle to express myself concisely, yet to you itโs easy. You create beautiful lyrics and you never fail to capture my true nature in your songs, so I think Iโll always live on in your music, Mingi, you have already commemorated me for an eternity.โ
That made Mingi blink in surprise as he hadnโt even realized that before, and I smiled as he gave me a lasting look before he flipped the page, the drawing of him playing with a kitten I had found outside my porch. Now, she was our kitten and she, obviously, loved Mingi more than meโjust like my mother, I didnโt try to complain about this too, โYou inspire me like none other.โ
โYou inspire me too, Mings.โ Mingiโs smile was shy as he continued flipping through the sketchbook, less filled than my other ones as I decided to dedicate this one only to him. Heโd seen the older sketches plenty of times before, yet he never failed to become shy when looking through them.
I finished my slice of pizza, dusted my hands off and made sure my cheeks werenโt greasy as I leaned towards the black nail polish, shaking it in front of Mingi with a grin, โReady to get your nails painted?โ
He nodded excitedly and handed me his left hand as he still held his slice of pizza in the right one. His thick fingers were smooth and decorated with rings, much like mine, and I flipped my left hand around to place his palm in mine. After having arrived at my humble studio once we were finished with our classes for the day, Mingi got to work and painted my nails. He had bought some new nail polish a week ago and convinced me to surprise me with them, so, the nails on my left hand were now almost neon green and the nails on my right hand almost Barbie pink. Sometime along, painting each otherโs nails became a habit, something we both enjoyed doing and now we could confidently call it our thing.
I concentrated hard to not smudge the skin around his nails, eyebrows furrowed and teeth clamping down on my bottom lip as Mingiโs eyes were either on me or his nails, bobbing his head along to the rhythm of the song playing. He usually chewed loudly and I was thankful he kept his mouth closed this time, knowing that it would only irritate me if he started chewing on his slice of pizza aggressivelyโit wouldnโt be the first time he does it just to annoy me. As I finished doing his middle finger, his phone rang and Mingi reached over to his left side as he bit on the crust of his pizza, picking his phone off the floor as the music cut off. He accepted the phone call and put it on speaker as I chuckled and watched him take out the crust from his mouth so that he could talk.
โHey! Song Mingi!โ It was unmistakably Wooyoungโs voice as he screamed into the phone, making me concerned that Mingi would lose his hearing if he had just normally picked up the phone without putting it on speaker, โWhatโs up, bro?!โ
Mingi snickered, shaking his head as I finished painting the nails on his left hand, โI told you yesterday that I would hang out with Y/N after classes.โ
โAh, right,โ Wooyoung hummed as I leaned down to press a kiss against Mingiโs hand, making him grin as he finished his slice, eagerly handing over his right hand to paint his nails, โAnd where are you two lovebirds?โ
โIn her studio,โ Mingi answered as I got to work, careful as always as I painted his pinkieโs nail.
โNow that you mention, Seulgi said something about not being able to work on her assignment in the studio because of you two.โ
I scoffed and before Mingi could answer, I spoke up as I leaned towards the phone, โI told Seulgi to do her assignment not two days before the deadline, and I also told her a week ago that Iโd be hounding the studio with Mingi today.โ
โHeard that babe?!โ Wooyoungโs voice was distant just for a second, then he snickered, โShe says youโre lucky she loves you, otherwise she wouldโve kicked you out of your studio.โ
โMy own studio.โ I huffed and applied another coat over Mingiโs forefingerโs nail to even out the texture, โWhat a bitch.โ
โA bitch that is forced to listen to her best friendโs constant bitching, whoโs the bitch now, Y/N?โ Everyone snickered and I rolled my eyes as there was the unmistakable sound of a kiss pressed against a cheek through the phone, Mingi and I shared a look of mild disgust as I went to paint his thumbโs nail.
โDonโt start making out while youโre on the phone with me, Wooyoung.โ Mingiโs voice carried disgust but there was a hint of amusement, โAnyways, whatโs the purpose of your call? You never call unless you need something or I ask you to remind me of something.โ
โItโs neither this time,โ Seulgi chuckled through the phone, and then there was shuffling and I knew she walked away. I finished Mingiโs nails and closed the bottle of nail polish, sitting up on my knees to kiss Mingiโs cheek as he bit his lower lip, grinning at me as he wriggled his fingers happily.
โDo not be late to Auroraโs opening tonight and wear something extra fancy, Hongjoong will have our heads if we donโt honor his fiancรฉ for Godโs sake.โ Wooyoung sounded mildly annoyed but it was no secret that he loved Hongjoong probably almost as much as he loved all of his friends, however, heโd never admit that to anyone. Aurora became the name of Seonghwaโs studio and small gallery, and tonight was the grand opening. Everyone was excited about it, with Seonghwa being a nerve wreck as he feared people wouldnโt show up. After having talked to both him and Hongjoong, they agreed to display a few of my paintings in the front lobby and I was giddy and curious about everyoneโs reaction to them. Nobody knew what I had handed over to Seonghwa, and he had beamed when his eyes took in the paintings, he getting emotional instead of me and making me chuckle as I hugged him tightly and thanked him for the opportunity.
โYou should worry about yourself, Woo,โ Mingi teased with a chuckle, โY/N and I will look impeccable, as always.โ
โThat is for sure,โ I muttered as I sat back on my ankles, watching Mingi with a grin as we had decided to match our outfits for the night.
โTalk to you later, weโve got some business to attend to with Y/N now.โ And then Wooyoung said his goodbye and they hung up as Mingi pointed towards the pizza with a pout, โIโm still hungry, will you feed me?โ
And even if I said no and rolled my eyes, five minutes later Mingi had a teasing glint in his eyes as I fed him his third slice of pizza, smart enough to remain silent or else I wouldnโt have continued feeding him or helping him drink water while his nails dried.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Barely an hour later, when Mingiโs hunger and thirst were satiated and his nails were dry, we replaced the white sheet with a huge flat canvas that we would paint over. We had agreed on painting a scenery, something similar to the creek we so much liked to visit when the weather allowed it, but sometime along my attempts at making it look like the actual creek, Mingiโs not so painter skills came into the mix and created aโwhatever that did not look like the creek. He refused to admit that what was supposed to be the water now looked like the sky, making the whole painting look like it was upside down from our standpoint, and he also kept on vehemently denying that he tried to paint a dick over the trunk of the tree I spent at least fifteen minutes on to make it look as realistic as possible. All in all, I concluded that without Mingi here I wouldโve been able to finish the painting in a maximum of three hours, however, now there was no future for finding a vision in whatever we have created.
But I didnโt mind, because this was Mingiโs and my work, something we created together while laughing and talking about whatever came to our minds, the atmosphere light and joyful. I had also washed out the dye from his hair and we towel-dried it, making it look spikier than usual. I couldnโt lie, this new hair made Mingi look incredibly hot, and it took me some willpower to not jump him as he looked at me with those sharp eyes and a knowing smirk, the asshole.
โBut youโll dye it back to black soon, right?โ I asked while painting clouds over the once creek turned sky now. Mingi was behind me, crouched down, and his clothes still somehow miraculously not stained. I wore my old overall knowing that Iโd stain myself the second I opened a can of paint, and I wasnโt wrong at all as the edges of my pants were already stained green and white.
โI mean, do you hate this color?โ Mingi asked from behind me as he dipped his brush into black, terrifying me of whatever he had in mind to do with the color once I saw him.
โWhat the hell do you need black for?!โ I exclaimed as I grabbed his wrist, making his eyebrows shoot up in amusement.
โArenโt artists supposed to just go with the flow?โ His lips jutted out as he playfully leaned closer, my eyebrows furrowing as I was ready to oppose his idea, โYouโre making me question your working etiquette, doll, I donโt find you creative enoughโโ
โAs if!โ I exclaimed only mildly offended as I knew Mingi was only teasing me, โGoing with the flow and trusting your instincts is one thing, love, but having no vision or idea in mind is plain terrifying.โ
โI was going to sign the top of it, but never mindโโ
โFine,โ I groaned, gripping his wrist to stop Mingi from twisting away. His voice was whiney and he was pouting, not even looking at me as if he was offended. I knew he wasnโt; he was just acting up to get what he wanted. And unfortunately, it was working embarrassingly well on me, โSign it.โ
โGreat!โ He beamed as he leaned forward, mindful of staining his pink jeans with paint and I sighed as I shook my head, making curved lines before I colored them to make them look more like clouds. I had no idea what would become of the painting, but I certainly was eager to find out.
โBack to your hair,โ I spoke up as Mingi carefully drew his โfix onโ signature onto the canvas, โI donโt hate the blonde but I miss your natural color, it suits you more, makes you look cuter and softer.โ
โAw,โ Mingi turned back to give me puppy eyesโwhich he learned from Yunho, no doubt, โyou like your boyfriend to be all soft and cute? I thought you like it when I get all wild and destroyโโ
โDo not finish that sentence, Song Mingi.โ I threatened as I sat back, brush pointed threateningly towards Mingi.
โOr what?โ His crooked teeth showed as he grinned, quirking an eyebrow to annoy me further. I huffed and tried to think of a good comeback, but came up empty-handed for once so I gave him a pointed glare.
โIโll stain you with paint.โ
โBet.โ
โBet.โ
And I know Mingi didnโt expect me to actually follow through with my childish threat, but as I jerked my wrist in his direction, the remaining paint from my brush flew off and, well, stained his white sleeveless tank top. Mingiโs mouth fell open as he gaped down at himself, and I laughed, giving him a smug look.
โWhat, did you think I was fucking around?โ
โOh, Iโll make you wish you never did that!โ
And before I could prepare myself for whatever attack he had planned, he pressed his hand against his brush and coated it in black paint then sprung towards me, making me gasp as his thick fingers drew a cold line against my cheekbone. Mingi grinned as I stared at him in surprise, but I reacted soon quickly as I pressed my fingers into the fresh paint on the canvas and returned the favor, the only difference being that I drew a circle on his forehead with white paint. Mingi blinked once, then twice, and a mischievous grin spread onto his lips which told me that I was in trouble.
I quickly scrambled to my feet, but Mingi was fast as he dug his whole hand in green paint and slapped my ass painfully hard, making me cry out as it stung even through the fabric, making me give him a deadly glare, โSong Mingi! That fucking hurt!โ
โYouโre a pussy.โ He stuck his tongue out and I tsked, leaning down to push my whole hand inside the red paint. Mingiโs eyes widened as I gave him a victorious smirk, eyes narrowing as he jumped up to his feet, holding his arms up in defeat.
โOkay, Iโm sorry, I didnโt mean to start a warโโ But his futile attempts at saving his ass fell on deaf ears as I cackled and took off towards him, making him yelp as he tried to duck and run away, making us run around the canvas. We were both barefoot and as Mingi tried to jump over the canvas, he miscalculated where his long legs would land and landed on his freshly painted signature, making him yelp again as it was no doubt cold against his feet. I laughed as I easily caught up with him and felt up his chest, biting my lower lip as Mingiโs eyes widened.
โOh, no, your white shirt is all stained now.โ I fake pouted as Mingi froze, incredulous eyes looking between me and his shirt. I chuckled and clapped my hands together, deciding that my job was done here, but then Mingi was stepping back and leaving foot marks all over the canvas on purpose. I scoffed but didnโt care much, the poor painting had been long ruined. I crossed my arms in front of my chest in defiance as he dipped both of his hands in pink paint and then gave me a grin as he beckoned me over with a finger. I huffed in disbelief as if Iโd hand myself over willingly to him. And he knew that because I dipped both of my hands in light blue paint and faced him again. Our stare-off was intense and calculating as we both tried to guess the otherโs next step, and thinking Iโd have the upper hand, I stepped in the middle of the canvas just as Mingi moved too and I raised my hands to dirty his tank top even more when he cupped my cheeks and made me squeal.
The paint felt cold against my skin and I knew it would dry it out once it started drying itself, but I was far too amused to worry about something so insignificant right now. Wanting revenge, I grasped his hair and massaged my hands well into the freshly dyed darker blonde strands, making his hair look like cotton candy due to the pink hue mixing with the light blue of the paint.
โMy hair! Y/N!โ Mingi whined loudly slapping my hands away, but I wasnโt finished as I dirtied his jaw, neck, and tank top too. Mingi was pouting hard and glaring at me at the same time, already sharp eyes turning sharper and full of revenge as he flushed his body against mine and cupped my ass over the fabric, gripping tightly and kneading the flesh.
โMingi!โ I exclaimed, content with being so close to him, but also annoyed that he kept going for my ass, โLeave my ass alone, you idiot!โ
โYou ruined my hair!โ
โI told you to dye it black and not a different shade of blonde.โ
โI thought you were a firm believer in people doing whatever they want.โ
โI am, but youโre my boyfriend and I find you hotter with black hair.โ
โWell, youโre my girlfriend and I find you hotter with my dick down your throat.โ
We both paused as my eyes widened and Mingi caught himself a second later, cheeks flushing as he looked sheepish, finally releasing my ass as his hands settled around my hips instead, โOopsie, that went too far but itโs the truthโโ
He cried out as I whacked him over the head, giving him a fierce look, โYeah? I also find you hotter gagged around my fingersโโ
โWe only did that once!โ
โAre you afraid it makes you less masculine?โ
โI agreed to let you peg me, bro.โ
โI know, bro, and you fucking enjoyed it.โ
โSo, whatโs the issue here?โ
โThat you keep slapping and kneading my ass, leave it alone.โ
โOkay, princess, my bad.โ
โYouโre the princess, Mingi, not me. Youโre always whining.โ
โAnd youโre always beating me up, Y/N.โ
โAm not!โ
โYeah, you are!โ
I scowled at Mingi and pushed him back by the chest, by no means aggressively or harshly, but his dramatic ass pretended to stumble and then he fell back, splaying out across the canvas. I huffed and pinched the bridge off my nose as he made fake crying noises, blinking up at me slowly, โSee? Iโm huwt.โ
I closed my eyes to compose myself and control the need to kick him in the balls for being cringy, โDonโt talk like that, oh, my God.โ
โDo you hate it?โ He grinned evilly as I walked off the canvas, and to look at me, he turned onto his stomach as he cupped his chin and raised his legs to swing them in the air. He looked like a mess with the paint all over his hair, face, and body, some having gotten onto his pants too now that he was laying on the canvas. I chuckled and shook my head as I eyed my boyfriend, knowing that I looked probably just as messy as him.
โI do, actually, youโre only cute when youโre not trying to be cute.โ I deadpanned and Mingi huffed dramatically, letting his arms fall as he pressed his forehead against them. Eyes falling on his round ass, I knew it was my time for payback, and I moved swiftly before he could realize what I was aiming forโit wouldnโt be the first timeโso I quickly kneeled next to him and leaned down, baring my teeth as I opened my mouth wide. At first, Mingi jumped when my teeth made contact with his jeans and then when I bit down hard, he yelped, soon turning into loud cries as I continued to bite his left ass cheek harder and harder. He started flailing around and I pulled back with a cackle after I made sure my teeth had sunken in deep enough. But, I had no time to react as he quickly turned around and leaped onto me, landing on top of me as I fell back onto the canvas, no doubt smudging even more whatever paint hadnโt dried yet.
Mingi got on top of me, sitting on my hips as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, pinning me to the floor. I smirked as I raised my eyebrows tauntingly at him, watching his eyes slowly rake over my body to take me in.
โThat hurt.โ
โFair enough, it hurt too when you slapped my ass.โ
โWell, you have no right to whine so much about it anymore.โ
โI do if you keep slapping it, and I also have the right to bite your ass as revenge.โ
Mingiโs eyes narrowed and I giggled as he slowly leaned down, placing his hands on both sides of my head to prop himself up, effectively caging me between himself and the floor. I continued looking at him challengingly as he bit his bottom lip, eyes never settling as they searched my face for even a fraction that showed that I would back down. But I wouldnโt, and he knew that by now as he suddenly smirked too, leaning so close our lips brushed against each other.
โI think I won, doll.โ
โI didnโt know we were in a contest, love.โ
And then he sealed his lips against mine, shutting up the both of us in the most effective way as our lips moved slowly, savoring each otherโs taste and lips. Mingi shifted above me and I eagerly opened my legs to let him settle between them as I hugged his torso, hands raking up and down his back slowly as his hips pressed firmly against mine. I smirked against Mingiโs lips when his breath hitched in the back of his throat due to my fingers tangling into his short strands now a little crusty from the red paint in it, it was no secret that Mingi liked it when I pulled on his hair. He cupped my chin with one hand as he pressed his weight on his left arm, the only cue I needed to open up my mouth to grant him access. We both sighed in contentment as his tongue slowly glided against mine, my legs coming up around his hips to lock Mingiโs body against mine.
Mingi moaned when I tangled my fingers just a little harder into his hair, letting him lap at my tongue as he explored my mouth, my body growing hotter as the seconds passed by, hands slipping under his loose tank top to feel up his warm skin. The skin of his back was smooth and I pressed my nails into it as I slowly racked it up his back, feeling Mingi shiver against my body as he jerked his hips forward, making me hum against his mouth as he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and clamped down on it, sucking hard. I groaned and dug my nails into his shoulders, pulling my head back to be able to lean up and press kisses against his lean neck, his cologne mixing with the paint that was smeared all over us. My lips were hot as I parted them to press wet kisses against his flesh, sucking in the areas I knew Mingi was sensitive to, making him groan and jerk his hips forward again. With a hand slipping down to his hips, I gripped him firmly and prompted him to grind against me, Mingiโs head buried in my hair as I continued to press kisses until I reached his collarbones, gripping the hem of his tank top. He wasted no second as he pulled back just slightly, slipping the fabric off his torso, leaving it bare for me as I grinned at him, feeling his chest and abs up as he worked at the clips of my overall.
I kissed the skin between his pectorals and then pressed up on my elbows as Mingi made quick work of slipping the overall down to my waist and ultimately out of them as goosebumps covered the bare skin of my legs. We threw the overalls off to the side and Mingi was then moving back, down between my legs as he hovered above my thighs, eyes boring into mine as he pressed a feather-like kiss against my left thigh. I gulped and fisted my palms as heat pooled in my lower stomach, his lips always featherlight as he advanced higher up on my thighs with nips and kisses, sometimes licking at the skin teasingly. I knew my cheeks were flushed as I felt hotter by the minute and I shuddered when his lips pressed against my core through the fabric of my panties, making the breath hitch in the back of my throat. Mingi smirked and did it once again before he licked a slow strip upward, closing his eyes to hum, and I let my fingers tangle in his hair as he tapped my inner thigh, moving away from where I wanted him most.
He sat back to undo the buttons and zipper of his jeans, and I watched in anticipation as he slipped the fabric off his thick thighs and ass slowly, in a teasing manner, bottom lip between his teeth as he was half hard already, eyes hooded once he was done with his half-assed striptease. I chuckled and he was all over me again, hips flushed against mine again as I wrapped my legs around his hips, eager to feel his heavy body press me down into the floor. Mingiโs fingers gingerly traveled from my waist up to the hem of my blouse and then he brought it over my head and arms, landing in the pile of clothes to the side. And then his lips were over mine again, licking into my mouth and biting my lip messily as he slowly ground his hips against mine, making me hold onto him as it was easy to feel him in just our underwear. One of my hands went to tease at the elastic of his boxers and, despite him talking shit about it, I knew he liked it when I kneaded his ass, the skin sensitive for him there.
Mingi moaned and ground just a little harder against me, making me burn for him more as he cupped one of my boobs through the bra, pinching the bud as our tongues moved messily without much purpose or goal, too focused on how our bodies felt with the ministrations done to it. As he pressed himself up on his elbow, the hand that grabbed my boob traveled lower on my body until it was inside my panties and rubbing circles against my clit, making me moan out his name loudly, his length grinding up against my thigh as he bit my collarbone, making me screw my eyes shut as I was throbbing for him. But he was a little shit and he only teased, rubbing but never quite letting his fingers slip inside as he chuckled against my ear, making me grit my teeth at him as I gripped his wrist to keep him pressing against my clit as my hips kicked off the floor.
โYouโre wet, doll.โ
โAnd youโre not doing enough, love.โ
Mingi chuckled again and I moaned as he teasingly slipped just the tip of his finger inside, his rings cold against my burning skin, my nails digging into the flesh of his ass. Mingi groaned and pulled back, making me groan in frustration as I glared at him, but he quickly silenced me with his lips as I felt him pull down my panties, I shimmied my hips to help him get over with it faster. He grinned and nipped at my bottom lip as I pushed his boxers off too, grabbing his dick to teasingly rub at his slit, making him hiss against my lips as our eyes fluttered open.
โWhat? Only you can tease?โ Mingiโs eyes were dark and narrowed as he bucked against my hand, my pace awfully slow in jerking him off, โI could tell you to get off me and I would go on with my merry dayโโ
โSure,โ Mingi grinned, lips ghosting against my ear as his voice had dropped lower than usual, grabbing my wrist to stop my movements, โbut you love my dick too much to pass up on it.โ
I scoffed but said nothing, perhaps a little too desperate to have it inside me finally. I hated it when he teased me too much, and because Mingi knew this, he never passed up on the opportunity to get on my nerves even when we were having sex. He enjoyed it perhaps a little bit too much. But the teasing was finally over as he had gotten enough of it, eager to push in as he lined himself up with my entrance, pressing a kiss against my lips.
โI donโt have a condom.โ He whispered, eyes searching mine.
โJust pull out, Iโm fine.โ I circled his shoulders, embracing myself as my core throbbed, eager to have his size expand my walls. Mingi hummed and then pressed another kiss against my lips as he slowly pushed inside, having to take it slow as he didnโt stretch me out with his fingers first, the burn insistent despite our active sex life. I still havenโt gotten used to it, but I didnโt mind as it only made me wetter for him, more eager to take him. Mingiโs bottom lip was between his teeth as he kept his breath labored, concentrating on not hurting me and taking it slow until I said so. I let my fingers run through his hair as I sighed, trying to relax my muscles and just melt into his arms, pressing a kiss against his cheek when he paused abruptly, shuddering.
โYouโre so tight,โ His voice was barely above a whisper and strained, โIโm about to burst.โ
โSo soon?โ I asked with a chuckle, teasing as it earned me a sharp glare, โAnd whose fault it is Iโm so tight? Your fingers are there for a reason.โ
โShut up.โ Mingi groaned and then pressed in fully, a gasp leaving my throat at the sudden move, eyebrows scrunching up as he pressed in deep, making me feel fuller than before. My walls clamped down against his dick and Mingi pressed his forehead against mine as I embraced him, letting my fingers tangle in the short hair against his nape. I nodded, eyes boring into each other, and then Mingi was moving, slowly at first, pulling out only halfway before he was pressing back in, sighs leaving my lips as the pleasure was slowly building up, my hips moving in an attempt to meet his thrusts.
He secured his knees better against the canvas and pressed up on his elbows, hovering over me as his cross necklace dangled in my face, and the image was way too good and hot, knocking a moan out of me as he started thrusting faster, hips slamming back against mine as our pace got faster and more urgent, our breathy moans falling against each otherโs lips as I nipped on Mingiโs bottom lip. I hooked a finger against the silver chain as his nose scrunched up, hips slamming back against mine with more purpose, more power, and eagerness as he looked down between our bodies, a grunt leaving his lips as he enjoyed the view. I hooked my legs tighter around his hips and prompted him to move faster, most of my moans were swallowed as we had to remember that we were at university still, in my own studio, so we couldnโt be too vocal. The walls here werenโt soundproof like in Mingiโs studio, yet staying quiet proved to become harder and harder as Mingi started pistoning his hips, grunts turned into low moans as he slammed his lips against mine, our breaths getting swallowed as our teeth knocked together, saliva gathering in the corner of our mouths as I pressed my hands against the small of his back, my own arching off the floor for an even better angle, keening his name when he finally reached the spot that had me seeing stars.
But Mingi was a diligent man who took his time in everything he did, even sex, and if he could prolong our orgasms, then he certainly would, so I had no doubt weโd be at it for a while, subsequently making us late to Auroraโs opening. And we couldnโt have that happening, but our brains were too fogged up and busy with something else to notice Wooyoungโs insistent texts on Mingiโs phone or my motherโs call to remind me I had to be home in fifteen minutes to start getting ready. Oh, well.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Turns out, we got there just in time and nobody screamed our ears offโIโm looking at you Wooyoungโand Seonghwa was certainly overwhelmed when he saw the number of people that showed up for the opening. It was a mix of all age groups and people who knew Seonghwa and Hongjoong from different places, like Hongjoongโs employees or Seonghwaโs colleagues from his major, and there were even more fans of Zenith Noir that showed up, surprising all three of the guys. Seulgi and I stood to the side with grins on our faces as their fans swarmed them and gushed about the beautiful designs Seonghwa had displayed, some put behind glass to protect the expensive material Hongjoongโs team had worked on, and some even put out to be tried on and bought if someone desired to do so.
Seonghwaโs speech had been an emotional one in which he thanked everyone for their support and Hongjoong for believing in him and offering him opportunities he thought were real only in a far-fetched dream, and then I got teary-eyed when Seonghwaโs family surprised him with cake and hugs and praises, making me extremely happy for being able to chase his dreams. The matching rings Hongjoong and he had on their ring finger were eye-catching to those who didnโt know about their engagement, and it was Hongjoong who proudly announced it to the whole room while Seonghwa flushed and tried not to hide behind Hongjoong despite being taller than his fiancรฉ. It was a sight to behold and I wasnโt surprised to feel Mingi cuddle up into my side and sniff loudly as he watched his friends with a proud smile on his lips, Wooyoung amusingly quiet for once.
When everyone was done appreciating Seonghwaโs efforts and creations, he announced with a cheeky smile that the next time anyone visited, the front lobby would be decorated by other artistsโ works, but because I had a special request, tonight my works were displayed in the room adjacent to this. I felt my heart in my throat as Seonghwa led us towards the dark room, then our eyes met and I nodded with a small smile, biting my bottom lip as the light switch was flipped on, coating the room in light. I turned to look at Mingi in anticipation as his eyes widened, and he broke free of the crowd, hurrying inside to take in the entirety of the room, from being incredulous to teary-eyed and then looking like the happiest man on Earth, I couldnโt help it but let my heart swell in happiness and pride as I watched him chuckle and look at me with eyes filled with pure and honest love.
The soft sage green walls were decorated with two portraits of Mingi I had sketched out right at the beginning when I had met him, when I wasnโt so familiar with all of his features yet. Then it progressed to the moments I had captivated as our relationship slowly progressed into that of friendship, us sitting in his car, Mingi driving, Mingi laughing at making me flustered, Mingiโs sharp eyes watching me in a faceless crowd, Mingi up on stage shining like the star he is, Mingi gazing at me with yearning in his eyes, Mingi hugging me warmly into his chest, Mingi chewing on his bottom lip in concentration as he sat in his chair in his studio, working on his music, Mingi looking upset because I rudely disregarded everything thatโs happened between us, Mingi angry because I was too stubborn to admit my feelings for him, too afraid to move on from Yunho, and at last, Mingi smiling so widely his eyes disappeared, nose scrunched up and his front teeth showing a little more than usual, pure happiness painting his face.
There was a low murmur amongst the crowd as everyone took in the sketches, drawings, and paintings, but I was only focused on Mingi and his reaction to seeing the stages of our relationship displayed through my eyes, my feelings, and my thoughts. And then, more towards the end of the exposition, there was an old sketch of Yunho I had done while still mulling over the failure of our relationship, and right next to it was a painting of both Yunho and Mingi as they sat next to each other, laughing about whatever was funny at that moment. I had captured the moment when Mingi, me, Yunho, and his girlfriend had gone out for dinner, and then I decided I wanted to paint it twice and gift it to Mingi and Yunho for Christmas. I suppose Mingi would get his sooner than Yunho, Iโm sure neither would mind.
Seonghwa announced that I was the artist behind the creations and the room erupted in cheers and claps as people complimented me on my talent, but my eyes were on Mingi only as his blazer was glittery underneath the white light, matching my floor-length glittery black dress. He opened his arms and I didnโt waste any more seconds to approach him and let him crush me in his arms, his embrace warm and reassuring as he pressed his face into my hair, exhaling loudly as I embraced him back just as tightly, closing my eyes as my heart was racing. These past three months I spent next to him had been the best time of my life ever, he made me happier and feel safer than anyone else ever. He helped me get better at controlling my explosive emotions and he helped me slowly break down the walls I so defensively built up after Yunhoโs departure. He made me unafraid to love and to receive love, he made me want to spend the rest of my life with him.
I wanted a forever with him.
โI love you, Mingi.โ And it was the first time I voiced those thoughts, voice clear but quiet so that only heโd hear it. I felt Mingi freeze, a gasp leaving his mouth as he pulled back, holding me at arm's length as I smiled at him softly, โI love you.โ
Mingi gulped as his eyes suddenly turned teary, and he cupped my cheeks as he lowered his head to press his forehead against mine, inhaling deeply as he nodded his head. Heโd said those three words to me before, unafraid and unashamed to let me know how he truly felt towards me, and I finally found the courage to say it back. I finally was ready to let him know just how much I felt for him, that I loved him just as much as he loved me.
โI love you, Y/N, so much.โ His voice trembled and he kept his eyes closed out of fear of having the tears escape them, and I hummed, resting my hands on his shoulders as I gently rubbed the skin of his neck in an attempt to soothe him.
โI love you just as much, Mingi.โ
And he smiled, pressing his warm lips against mine with the unspoken promise that this would last forever, that this was what we both had been searching for. Safety, contentment, honesty, friendship, and freedom, a love that was honest and unafraid. It seemed like our future was rather promising, next to him, I could take on anything. We wonโt forget to look at the moon tonight.
I love you, Song Mingi.
A/N: So, hello once again, I am so-so grateful if you made it 'til the end. I cannot believe I'm actually finished with this story and it's a really bittersweet feeling actually, because I am as happy as sad, no joke I kinda cried a little bit. I absolutely love the character and personality I have created for Mingi in this story and I love MC and his dynamic so much, that I find it so freaking hard to let go of them omg, what's happening to me?!
I just really really want to thank everyone who stuck around from start to finish, or from the middle of the story, or showed up as we neared the end of it, I am so so grateful to you all for being patient with me and showering me with love and making me look forward to posting. I was always so excited about a new chapter because I wanted it to be the best, and when I felt like it wasn't, you reassured me that it was and it made me really happy.
I started this story nine months ago, back on the 15th of December, which is funnily enough my sister's birthday so now I will never forget the date I posted it lol, and I find it so freaking crazy that this whole story came from a random brainstorming with my best friend in my car (@orshii), right as we finished our classes at university, brains fried off and ready to end everything, and yet, here I am, trying not to cry again ffs because of how much I grew to love every character in the story.
A little insight: the story at first started out as a random plot that was somewhat similar to 10 Things I Hate About You (which is one of my favorite movies) as Mingi was inspired by Patrick's character and our MC by Kat's, but as time went on, the story and our characters became their own and thus this is how Love Me Like A Rockstar was created. Back at that time I was also obsessed with this song, which played a part in the story becoming a rockstar!au beside Mingi acting like a whole ass rockstar during Crazy Form era lol, and even the title is inspired by the censored version of the song.
I think I made this note already too long, so I'll try to wrap it up. I really want to thank absolutely everyone who reads the whole story, to my loyal readers who were here for every chapter and for all of your thoughts and theories and for making me smile, really. Those who stumbled upon this when it's already finished, I hope you enjoyed each chapter and had fun exploring the world I created (this applies to those too who stuck around while it was still on-going) and I always appreciate your feedback, it's never too late! Thank you everyone, and I hope to see you back for my other stories! <3
โขทโ Avisos: MDNI, Mingi bf possessivo, sexo explรญcito, sexo no carro, palavras de baixo calรฃo, leitora รฉ chamada de boa garota, princesa, gostosa e gatinha, final com surpresinha hihi.
โขทโ Notas: Para quem nรฃo me conhece, eu sou a namoradinha ofc de Song Mingi. Muito prazer. (se esse homem soubesse o quanto eu sou cadelinha dele, ele tava me comendo por dรณ) Dentre todas as minhas fics com Mingi, hoje eu trouxe a minha fav. Espero que vocรชs gostem tambรฉm <3
โ Repete, repete quem รฉ o รบnico que te faz sentir tรฃo bem assim.
โ Vocรช, Mingi, รฉ vocรช. Sรณ vocรช! โ Vocรช exclama, completamente imersa no seu prรณprio prazer para se importar com a risada sarcรกstica que o maior solta desleixadamente ao pรฉ do seu ouvido.
โ Boa garota. E o pau de quem come gostoso sua bucetinha, uh? Quem รฉ o รบnico que pode te ter assim? โ Song insiste. Vรช-la tรฃo rendida dessa maneira a ele era como ganhar uma passagem sรณ de ida ao paraรญso.
Os vidros do carro cobertos por uma fina neblina ocasionada pela respiraรงรฃo errante de ambos, o balanรงar constante do automรณvel que, visto de fora por qualquer pessoa que passasse naquele instante pelo estacionamento, saberia facilmente distinguir o que estava acontecendo do lado de dentro do veรญculo. Suas pernas jรก estavam dormentes, seu quadril doรญa gradativamente, e vocรช se encontrava uma bagunรงa completa. Mingi estava indo ao fundo e com forรงa, dentes semicerrados e um olhar nebuloso que ele sรณ transmitia em situaรงรตes especรญficas e, dessa vez, ciรบmes era o principal fator.
O rapaz sempre negou ser um companheiro ciumento, deixando claro que sรณ nรฃo gostava da forma como outros homens a olhavam, pois ele conseguia ver o quanto esses porcos imundos a desejavam. E vocรช sempre o garantiu que nรฃo havia com o que se preocupar, porque vocรช era 100% dele, e ele sabia disso, mas ainda o irritava imaginar que outros homens poderiam olhar para vocรช e sequer ter pensamentos onde eles a possuรญam. Mas, por vocรช, Mingi se esforรงava em manter a calma e nรฃo se exaltar, embora algumas situaรงรตes parecessem surgir apenas para testar seus limites.
Aproveitar o sรกbado ร noite bebendo um pouco ao lado de sua garota era tudo que Song precisava para tirar do prรณprio corpo o estresse da semana corriqueira. A grande mรฃo descansava em sua coxa enquanto ele sorria divertido ao ver a careta que vocรช esboรงava ao tentar, pela segunda vez na noite, beber um shot de vodka para acompanhรก-lo.
"Quer que eu pergunte se eles servem suco de laranja?" Mingi pergunta em escรกrnio. "Acho que eu prefiro de morango." Vocรช entra na brincadeira ao afastar o pequeno copo pela mesa, ainda tentando superar o gosto amargo na boca. Mingi termina a prรณpria dose e, apรณs selar brevemente seus lรกbios, se dirige ao bar para lhe pegar uma cerveja. Nรฃo demorando mais do que dois minutos, Mingi retorna ร mesa lhe alcanรงando sua cerveja. Pouco antes de voltar a se sentar ao seu lado, Mingi lanรงa um olhar prolongado a um certo grupo de homens que nรฃo desviavam os olhos de vocรช nas mesas mais distantes. E, logo antes que vocรช possa questionรก-lo sobre a carranca em seu rosto, o garรงom a interrompe, colocando uma taรงa de drink ร sua frente.
"Desculpe, mas nรฃo pedimos isso." Vocรช avisa, intercalando o olhar entre Mingi e o garรงom. "Aquele senhor pediu para que fosse entregue essa bebida ร senhorita, tambรฉm pediu para que eu lhe desse isso." O garรงom tenta lhe entregar um pedaรงo de papel, que no mesmo instante รฉ arrancado pelas mรฃos de Mingi. Song sorri ladino ao desdobrรก-lo, virando o pescoรงo para olhar mais uma vez o homem em questรฃo. O garรงom se retira com um pedido de licenรงa, e antes que vocรช possa novamente questionar alguma coisa, Mingi agarra a taรงa do drink e bebe todo o conteรบdo num รบnico gole. Ele agarra sua mรฃo, arrastando vocรช para fora do bar logo apรณs jogar algumas notas sobre a mesa onde estavam.
"Min... estรก me machucando.." Vocรช o alerta pelo aperto que ele inconscientemente dรก em seu pulso atรฉ chegarem ao estacionamento. "Entra." Mingi ordena, com a voz baixa, mas ainda grave, enquanto abre a porta que dรก acesso aos bancos de trรกs do carro. Vocรช entra sem questionar, e logo ele a acompanha.
O que os leva ao momento em questรฃo. Deus, Mingi precisou de todo o autocontrole que ainda restava nele para nรฃo ir quebrar a cara daquele imbecil. Entรฃo, para nรฃo perder tempo com discussรตes โ unicamente porque vocรช nรฃo gostava dele se metendo em brigas, Mingi decidiu aliviar a tensรฃo de outro modo, muito melhor e mais prazeroso para vocรชs dois, afinal.
โ Ainda nรฃo me respondeu, princesa. โ Um tapa estalado em sua coxa a traz de volta ร realidade. Seu corpo praticamente esmagado, enterrado sobre o banco, com as pernas curvadas em direรงรฃo ao peito. Sua intimidade mais ร mostra para Mingi dessa forma. Suas mรฃos tentavam controlar o quadril incessante de Song e outrora se esforรงavam para encontrar estabilidade entre o estofado do banco..
โ Mingi... รฉ demais... โ Vocรช choraminga, sentindo seu interior borbulhar novamente e desejando que Mingi, dessa vez, nรฃo cessasse seu orgasmo como ele estava fazendo nessas รบltimas horas. โ Amor, por favor, por favor. โ Implora, com lรกgrimas brotando em seus olhos outra vez.
โ Vocรช fica tรฃo linda implorando. Hm... eu deveria ser mau com vocรช mais vezes? โ Ele zomba enquanto abaixa o rosto para beijar suas lรกgrimas. Seu aperto crescente em torno do pau de Mingi o alerta que vocรช estรก prรณxima do seu limite outra vez. โ Tรฃo gostosa... Como eu nรฃo vou perder o controle quando sei que todos os homens que te olham desejam vocรช dessa forma? โ Song rosna, segurando firme em seu rosto com uma das mรฃos para olhรก-la enquanto leva a outra atรฉ o meio de seus corpos e passa a roรงar o polegar em seu clitรณris.
Seus gemidos saรญam incontrolavelmente, vocรช nรฃo poderia mais aguentar. Vocรช mal consegue gesticular sobre estar ร beira do limite quando o orgasmo a atinge como uma onda, banhando seu corpo inteiro. "Goza pra mim, gatinha. Goza pro รบnico homem que pode ter vocรช assim." As palavras de Song ressoam ao fundo em sua mente. Seu corpo inteiro sucumbe ao prazer, baba escorre no canto de sua boca junto com algumas lรกgrimas que borram ainda mais sua maquiagem. Mingi nรฃo para as investidas, apenas diminui a velocidade para apreciar a cena que ninguรฉm mais no mundo alรฉm dele poderia ver. Sua voz falhada chamando o nome dele repetidamente durante o pico de seu orgasmo foi o delรญrio de Mingi.
Com algumas estocadas hรกbeis que pareciam ainda mais รกsperas pela sua sensibilidade, Mingi tambรฉm chega ao prรณprio limite, fechando os olhos com forรงa, grunhindo sem pudor, despejando todo o lรญquido viscoso em seu interior, cobrindo suas paredes macias de branco.
O corpo de Song vacila, vocรช acaricia as madeixas de Mingi enquanto ele estรก com o rosto enterrado em seus seios ainda cobertos. A respiraรงรฃo de ambos suaviza em contraste com como estava minutos atrรกs.
Mingi alcanรงa sua calcinha que estava pendurada em um de seus tornozelos e a veste cuidadosamente. Seu murmรบrio choroso apรณs um breve beijo dado acima de sua intimidade agora coberta o faz sorrir por trรกs dos lรกbios. Antes que ele mesmo possa comeรงar a se vestir, Mingi arranca um papel do bolso da calรงa e pega o prรณprio celular. Vocรช o olha com curiosidade durante todo o tempo, esperando que ele lhe dรช alguma explicaรงรฃo.
Song abre suas pernas ainda fracas um pouco mais, ignorando seus choramingos pela sensibilidade. E, sem delongas, ele descansa o prรณprio pau, jรก desperto novamente, em sua intimidade agora vestida. O tecido de sua calcinha comeรงava a ficar transparente pelo lรญquido que escorria de sua buceta. O pau gordo, com a ponta vermelhinha e repleto de veias, estava comeรงando a te fazer salivar. Com o flash do celular ligado, seguido de um "clique", uma foto รฉ tirada.
โ Entรฃo? โ Vocรช decide perguntar, olhando por cima dos cรญlios, tentando nรฃo rir da feiรงรฃo que ele faz em concentraรงรฃo enquanto digita algo no celular.
โ Sรณ deixando nosso "novo amigo" ciente de que vocรช nรฃo estรก disponรญvel, caso isso nรฃo tenha ficado claro lรก no bar. โ Mingi responde com deboche enquanto mostra a vocรช o papel que o garรงom havia entregue horas atrรกs, no qual vocรช agora nota um nรบmero anotado. โ Agora vamos para casa, ainda nรฃo terminei com vocรช. โ Song planta um beijo estalado em sua boca, ambos sorrindo satisfeitos um para o outro.
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Gostaram? Eu espero muito que sim.
Aproveitando o espaรงo para avisar que estou com pedidos abertos. Caso alguรฉm tenha interesse, basta me mandar uma ask!
Se vocรช gostou, dรก uma forcinha aรญ! Uma curtida, um reblog ou um comentรกrio sรฃo mais do que suficientes para eu saber que vocรช se agradou com meu conteรบdo :)
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Story Time: Get a load of what happened to me at Starbucks today.
Thereโs a running joke among people who know me personally that I unwittingly go out in public with a sign on my forehead stating โI Am Non-Threatening. Come Talk To Me.โ Because if thereโs a chance a bizarre conversation with a total stranger is going to happen, Iโm typically the person it happens to.
Some context: I have been pretty darn sick this week. (Itโs not Coronavirus, donโt worry.) Since the work in my queue for my day job is comprised entirely of audio narration right now, and I currently sound like a waterlogged Demi Moore, I havenโt been able to work these last couple of days. As a result, Iโve been using my down time to knock out as much of Manuโs redesign as possible. Today, to ensure I didnโt spend the day languishing in sinus misery, I medicated the crap out of myself and took Manu to the Starbucks down the block from my sonโs day care.
I hit the bathroom, then picked an empty table, but as soon as I sat down with my venti Comfort Tea and started tweaking the inks on my iPad, I felt the eyes of the man next to me looking over my shoulder.
When I looked up, he had his phone out. โIโm sorry,โ he said (in a thick accent I couldnโt place geographically), โI donโt want to disturb. I notice you art. You are artist!โ
I tried to smile. โYes, Iโm... Well, Iโm trying to be,โ I croaked.
He leaned in, like he was sharing a secret.
โI am artist, too.โ
He stuck out his hand.
I gently took it, grateful for the bathroom trip I just took in which I washed the scourge off of my fingers.
โCan I?โ he asked, holding his phone up.
โTake a picture? Uh... sure,โ I said. Itโs not like he would be able to steal Manu out from under me or anything, I figured. The panel I was tweaking was magnified out to Guam.
โI am artist. Architect and Designer,โ he clarified while he steadied his phone over my iPad. โI am Ilker. What is your name?โ
โIโm Venessaโ I said, trying to be polite. This, I thought warily, is precisely how I get myself into trouble. Iโm too damn nice.
โYou know, I come to America twenty years ago from Turkey...โ
I put down my stylus. This was going to be a while.
โI like Turkey,โ he explained. โI like the country and I like the people. But I am artist. I am not... religious man.โ
I nodded.
โI told my wife I was going to go to America and she said, โwhat are you going to do? You donโt have job! You donโt have money! No Visa!โ And I said, โI am artist and architect. I will paint and sell my paintings.
โSo I come to America alone. To New York City. I sit outside, and I paint. And people, they liked my paintings. They bought them. This one for $30, that one for $50.
โOne day, a man comes over to me and he say, โI like your painting. I see you are also architect.โ And he gives me his number and asks me to go to meeting at his office. Because he wants to offer me a job. He starts to talk about a building contract.
โI tell him I donโt know anything about contracts. I have no Visa. I am not American citizen. But he says, โThatโs okay. I will take care of everything. You will have nothing to worry about.โ And this man, he gave me a job. $173,000 a year. And my wife, he gave her a job too. She was project assistant. I bring her and my two daughters over from Turkey.โ
โWow,โ I said, not fully believing the veracity of what sounded like a full-on immigration fairy tale.
โHere,โ said Ilker, unlocking his phone and opening up his Facebook app. โI show you my work.โ He paused and looked up at me. โI am interrupting. You donโt mind?โ
At this point, I was invested. I had to see. Because whatever he was about to show me would either prove or disprove this yarn he was spinning. โPlease,โ I said, gesturing for him to go ahead.
He opened his photos and my jaw dropped. His work... was UNREAL.
โThis is building I designed on Madison Ave.... And this one in Chelsea...โ
Holy crap. I had just been to Chelsea with my sister last month on a trip to see a broadway show. I had crossed the intersection of the building he was, at this moment, telling me he designed.
He flipped through more buildings. These, heโd designed in Washington, DC. In Bethesda. In Arlington. All beautiful, streamlined, modern structures I had visited and parked my car in front of. He told me he did much of his concept work freehand. That he worked exclusively in natural media. His preferred media was pen, ink, watercolors, and chalks.
Between photos of his wife and daughters, he went on to show me photos from the RUSSIAN EXHIBITION OF HIS ARCHITECTURE ARTWORK.
Yโall, I was stunned. I couldnโt believe the talent I was sitting next to. Scattered among these gloriously rendered images of some of the most beautiful building concepts Iโd ever seen were paintings of scenes in Central Park, the National Mall, and nudes from a life-drawing session he attends from time to time.
When he was done flipping through his phone, he looked at me and smiled. โI hope you donโt mind that I interrupt you. I show you all this because what you are doing is very good. And you should be encouraged. To draw is to make beauty.โ
I nodded, a lump in my throat. โThank you,โ I managed. โYour work is astonishing. I donโt even know what to say. What is your name again?โ
He held out his hand once more. โIlker Kocahan,โ he said. โI am getting more coffee. Can I get you one?โ
I looked at my still-full venti cup. โNo thank you. But here, please take my card.โ
He held my dinky business card like Iโd handed him a treasure and thanked me.
Then Ilker got his coffee, and left the coffee shop.
At some point in his ramblings he talked about America as a place of dreams. How he credits this country with helping him rise to the top of his field where he is now able to sell his paintings for $800-$1000 a piece now that heโs retired. My heart ached to hear him talk about that, knowing how our leadershipโs positions on immigrants have taken such a dark and horrifying turn.
Imagine the buildings and museums and public places that would never have been if a business man in the park hadnโt lifted up a Turkish painter who spoke little English.
And now that painter was paying it forward on me.
I still feel pretty darn sick. Iโve still got body aches and a nose that has taken the rest of my face hostage.
But today was a really good day. And I just wanted to share it with you in case you are looking for reasons to keep drawing/painting/dancing/writing. It all counts and it is all good.
If you would like to see Ilker Kocohanโs work, please click here.
Ilker Kocahan holds a bachelorโs degree in Industrial Design with a minor in architecture from the University of Marmara, Faculty of Fine A
UPDATE TO THIS STORY! I would have posted this sooner, but quarantine has had the unexpected effect of zapping all my alone-time...
As luck would have it, I saw Ilker one last time before my area received the mandate to start social distancing. I came into the Starbucks to work on the โSimon Is On the Groundโ comic while waiting to pick up my kid from day care, and there he was, happily chatting with the Starbucks manager, who gifted him with a Starbucks hat while I ordered my tea.
A week had passed since our first meeting, so I wasnโt sure heโd recognize me. Lo and behold, as I turned the corner, I caught his eye, and he waved at me. This time, I asked if I might sit with him, and he warmly offered the seat beside him.
While I settled in, he told me that his project was being delayed and that he was going to leave the area and fly home before COVID-19 could make it impossible to travel. The hat was for his wife, whose only understanding of Starbucks was that Ilker really liked the coffee.
As one might expect, we immediately fell into another conversation about art, except this time, I eagerly abandoned my work to hear him talk.
And friends, did I ever get a master class.
He pulled up a painting on his phone which heโd sold for $800. It was a life drawing in ink and watercolor of a woman in a demure gesture, barely detailed and colored in but for her rose-tinted lips and the shadow cast across her neck. He said he felt sad that heโd sold it because he really loved how it came out.
โThis is no detailed like yours,โ he said, comparing his painting to my panel of Simon and Baz. โMine is simple. But in a few strokes, I can capture the life of the lady.โ
He took his napkin, turned it over, and pulled a pen out of his chest pocket. โLook there,โ he said, pointing to a man sitting a few tables away. He began to scribble away on the napkin, lines and lines and more lines. โYou see,โ he murmured as he ran his pen over the napkin, โI can, with speed, capture the man. I donโt have hours to ask him to sit. I must let go of the planning.โ
In seconds, the man across the room took shape on the napkin in a series of confident if also messy lines. It was incredible to watch.
I could instantly see what he meant. He had not produced a photorealistic version of this person on the napkin. But he had captured the manโs essence. The aura of a real person sitting contemplatively with his coffee while reading the Washington Post. I could feel the life of the drawing radiate from the paper.
(When he was done, to my horror, he crumpled up the napkin.)
I shyly mentioned that Iโve been working hard on my own gesture drawing, but had a long way to go, so he asked to see my sketchbook.
I mean... is there even a word in the English language to describe the combination of dread and embarrassment that precedes showing an art master your crap-ass sketchbook that no one sees but you? I didnโt know what to do with myself as he sat there and flipped through the pages.
Eventually, he nodded approvingly and said, โOkay! Is good. But this is sketchbook like every other.โ He gestured at the page. โWhere are you?โ
I was lost for how to respond, but lucky for me, heโs a talkative guy seemingly incapable of awkward silences.
โThe world needs to see you in the lines,โ he explained. โSomeone can look at my work and know, โthat painting is from Ilker Kocahan.โ You need to draw more and more so that when people look at your drawings, they will know: this work is Venessaโs work.โ Then he shrugged and said, โAnd who knows. I will maybe see you in two years at this Starbucks, and by then, your drawings will be truly yours.โ
Iโve shared this story with some close friends who took mild offense on my behalf at his observations, but I really think it took sitting there watching him draw to understand exactly what he was talking about.
Ilker Kocahan has no imposter syndrome. He is supremely confident in every possible way where his art is concerned. The lines that flowed from his pen were fueled by his soul, not his brain. I didnโt think artists like him existed anymore until I was sitting there looking over his shoulder while he scribbled a man into existence, like it was nothing. When I asked if he plots out the perspective on his building sketches in advance, he shook his head no and doodled this on my cake pop wrapper while he rambled on about the components he likes to include in his architecture concepts:
(Donโt worry. I kept it.)
So when he talked about โfinding meโ in my sketches, I really think he could senseโby the light scratch of the pencil, the trace evidence on the paper of my erasing and failed attemptsโmy own lack of confidence, my second guessing and self-doubt. My desire to be as good as other artists instead of my desire to express myself.
And in that sense, everything he was saying about my sketchbook was correct. He urged me to get off the iPad as often as possible. To sketch with ink, which is riskier because you canโt erase it, and in that way, give myself no choice but to commit to the lines.
The conversation turned to lighter things after that. Heโs apparently an extremely talented basketball player who loves hanging out with his wife and kids. His daughters are both designers. He thinks quirky viral videos are the best thing about the internet. (I agreed.) Heโs weak for New York pizza.
Eventually, he bought me a refill for my tea and asked if I would meet him again in a couple of days so he could talk to me about my artwork and help me with my sketching. He even added me as a Facebook friend. When I left the Starbucks to pick up Colin, I was so excited and overwhelmed and grateful to the universe for bringing me into his acquaintance, I texted everyone in my family about it.
But as fate would have it, that night, the local government released its mandate regarding social distancing. Heโs likely in Belarus right now with his wife.
I wonโt lie and say Iโm not devastated that I lost the chance to be his student for an afternoon. But the impression these coffee shop chats left on me was profound. I think about it all the time. For one who struggles with feeling like the artist version of Pinocchio waiting around for permission to be a real boy, it makes all the difference in the world to linger in the huge, unstoppable energy of someone who lives without an inner critic.
I hope I get to see him again after the quarantine is over. Iโd love to see if I can fulfill Ilkerโs prophecy and meet back at that Starbucks in two years with a different sketchbook in tow. One that I can hand over knowing without doubt or trepidation that anyone looking for me in the work need look no further than the bold stroke of my hand.
A career for a career - Megan Fox deserves to have hers back. Michael Bay deserves to be blacklisted, something he had no problem doing to her when she exposed him for his awful, predatory behavior.
just finished this still life drawing for my class, my hand hurts and i never wanna draw in a hyperealistic style ever again but iโm pretty proud of it
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