Match Found Part 2: Thirst Trap (18+)
He’s the stranger you found on that anonymous sexting app, the one who turned out to be your brother’s best friend. Now he’s out of town for three more days, and you’re too needy to wait. One thirst trap is all it takes for things to spiral again. This time, Kim Mingyu knows exactly who you are, and over one filthy video call, he makes sure you remember who you belong to.
Part 1 : Match Found
Pairing: Mingyu x female reader
Themes: brother’s best friend, mutual pining, sexting, phone sex, video call, dirty talk, soft filth, wet dream confessions, long-distance heat
Warnings : sexually explicit content, mutual masturbation (sexting and video call), orgasm control/edging, praise kink, dom/sub dynamic (soft dom Mingyu), explicit dirty talk, squirting, pillow humping, voyeuristic elements, secret relationship, brother's best friend, NSFW (18+).
Word count: 2.6k
Rating: Explicit / 18+ only
minors dni!
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You didn’t mean to post it for him.
That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.
It's just a casual morning shot. A slow morning. No pants. An oversized tee riding up just enough to expose your underboob—hips nearly bare, a panty barely doing its job. The caption? A throwaway.
yns_world
yns_world summer’s getting too hot 👀
Anyone could tell the picture had a purpose.
It was a thirst trap. Obviously.
The moment it goes up, you check if he's seen it.
You open your DMs. Nothing.
Then your phone rings.
Mingyu:
That photo’s gonna fuck me up all day.
Your stomach flips.
You:
Should I take it down?
Mingyu:
I’ll take you down instead.
You bite your lip, fingers tingling.
Mingyu:
I’ve been hard since I saw it.
That shirt barely covers anything, baby.
You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?
Your breath catches.
You type, then pause. Delete. Type again.
You:
Maybe. Maybe I was thinking about you when I posted it.
The reply is instant.
Mingyu:
That photo’s driving me insane.
I can’t stop picturing you pressing your thighs together like you always do.
Like you’re trying to stay innocent. But you’re not, are you?
You squirm under the blanket, warm all over.
You:
No. I haven’t been since you ruined me the other night.
I keep thinking about your voice. What you said to me.
You pause for a moment before you type again.
You:
Did you think about it too?
Mingyu:
I had a dream about you. Last night.
Woke up with a mess in my boxers and your name in my mouth.
Your thighs clench involuntarily.
You:
What kind of dream?
Mingyu:
The kind I need to describe with my hand on my cock.
You inhale sharply.
You:
Then tell me. Slowly.
You watch the typing bubble appear and disappear a few times. Then—
Mingyu:
You were in my bed. My real bed. Lying on your back, just wearing that same tee. No panties.
Your legs were spread. Your fingers in your mouth, moaning like you knew I was watching you.
I got on my knees. Crawled up the bed. Pulled your thighs open even wider.
You were soaked. Dripping onto the sheets. And I just watched you for a second.
Because fuck, you looked like a dream. My dream.
Your breathing stutters. You squeeze your thighs together, fingers twitching to touch.
You:
I’m wet just reading this.
Mingyu:
Good. Because that’s where it started.
I touched you. Light at first. Just my fingers teasing your pussy until you were whimpering.
You kept begging. Begging me to eat you out.
So I did. Tongue flat against you. Slow, wet licks.
I didn’t stop until you were grinding against my face like a desperate little thing.
You can't stop yourself now, your hand slips under the blanket, into your panties. You’re already soaked. His words go straight to your core.
You:
Mingyu…
Mingyu:
Say it again.
You:
Mingyu. Please. Call me. I want to hear you.
Mingyu:
Video?
You:
Yes.
Your heart pounds as your phone starts ringing. The moment you answer the video call, he groans
“Fuck, Y/N…”
Your camera is angled just above your breasts, your oversized tee hanging loose over bare thighs. No bra. No panties. And your face — soft, flushed, framed in loose strands of hair — says everything.
“You look like something out of a wet dream,” he mutters, voice low, already hoarse. “Which is fucked because that’s exactly what you were last night.”
Your breath catches. “You really dreamed about me?”
Mingyu shifts the camera so you can see his face, slightly shadowed by the warm light of the hotel lamp. His dark hair’s messy, lips parted, chest bare. He’s lying in bed shirtless, heavy breaths pushing out of his lungs like he’s already halfway gone.
“I did,” he admits. “And I woke up fucking leaking because of it. You wanna hear what happened?”
Your legs squeeze together under the blanket. “Tell me.”
He smirks — slow and dangerous. “Then listen closely, baby.”
He adjusts the phone to prop it against his thigh. The camera now captures more: a low dip of abs and the edge of a comforter tented over something unmistakably hard.
“You were in my bed,” he begins, voice husky and deliberate. “Wearing nothing but that same fucking tee I saw in your photo. God, you looked innocent. But your thighs were spread. You were touching yourself. Just two fingers — slowly, lazily — right in front of me like it was the most normal thing in the world.”
You whimper quietly, the picture painted too vividly. Your hand slips beneath your shirt, brushing the top of your bare slit.
“You had your fingers in your mouth, sucking on them,” he continues, eyes on the screen as if he can see what you're doing, “like you couldn’t wait for it to be my tongue instead. So I got on my knees. Crawled between your legs. And you were so fucking wet, baby—soaked. You had no idea what you were doing to me.”
You whisper his name like a sin. “Mingyu…”
“God, say it again,” he groans. “My name sounds so good from your mouth.”
“Mingyu,” you whisper again, letting your fingers finally slide down and part your folds, already drenched. “I’m so wet…”
He licks his lips. “Show me.”
You angle the camera down — not enough to reveal everything, but enough to give him a peek at the way your thighs twitch under your shirt, your hand buried between them.
“Fuck,” he hisses, running his hand down his abs. “Touch your clit for me. Rub it nice and slow. Just like you did last time, baby.”
You do. Circling gently. Your breath quickens.
“I want you to edge for me,” he says, voice dark. “Don’t cum. Not until I say.”
You whimper.
“I mean it.” His eyes are sharp. “You’re gonna be a good girl and hold it for me, yeah?”
“Yes, Mingyu…”
He rewards you with a soft groan. “That’s my girl.”
The praise makes your whole body throb. You slide your fingers faster, hips rolling slightly, head falling back against the pillow.
“And in my dream,” he breathes, “you begged for my mouth. Kept whispering please, Mingyu, please, just a little taste, like I wasn’t already fucking dying for it.”
Your fingers twitch.
“So I gave in,” he growls. “And baby, you squirted on my tongue.”
Your whole body jerks.
“What—?”
“You heard me,” he says, eyes blazing. “You fucking drenched me. I didn’t stop licking until I was dripping in it.”
Your hand moves faster, too fast—
“Stop.”
You freeze.
“I said not yet,” Mingyu says, voice sharp but warm. “You don’t get to cum just because you’re desperate. You wait for me.”
You whimper, thighs shaking. “I can’t—Mingyu—please—”
“God, you sound so pretty when you beg,” he pants. “Don’t stop rubbing. Just slow. Keep edging yourself, baby. I want to watch your pussy throb with pleasure”
Your head is spinning. The ache between your legs is unbearable.
He shifts the camera now, finally showing you his cock.
It’s thick — painfully so — flushed at the tip, leaking and twitching in his grip.
“See this?” he pants. “This is what’s waiting for you in three days. You think you can take it?”
You moan. “I want to try. I want to feel how deep you can go.”
“Oh, baby.” He strokes himself slowly. “I’m going to ruin you.”
Your hips buck instinctively.
“Don’t you dare cum.”
You cry out softly. “Please. I need it.”
“Then be a good girl and earn it,” he growls. “Show me everything. Pull that shirt up.”
With trembling fingers, you do — dragging the hem up over your stomach and breasts, revealing flushed, sensitive skin and stiff nipples to the screen. Your camera is now angled between your thighs, glistening with arousal, your fingers moving in steady, desperate circles.
Mingyu moans low and filthy. “Jesus fucking Christ. Look at you.”
“Please, Mingyu—please, I’m so close—”
He leans closer to the screen. “You wanna cum for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” you breathe.
“You wanna make a mess for me?”
“Please.”
“Then give it to me.”
Your hand speeds up instantly. The pressure has been unbearable — holding it in, denied again and again. And now that he’s given you permission—
It hits like a tidal wave.
You scream his name as you cum, thighs clenching, legs shaking, and—
Your release gushes out unexpectedly, soaking your fingers, dripping onto your sheets.
You’re squirting.
“Oh my—fuck—” Mingyu curses, his hand moving furiously now. “Did you just—?”
You nod, moaning through the aftermath.
“Fucking hell, baby. You just made a mess for me, didn’t you?”
You blink through the haze. “Mingyu—cum for me—please—”
He groans, face tightening, hips lifting slightly. “I’m gonna, fuck—I’m gonna—”
His body tenses, then shudders. He spills across his abs and chest, groaning your name like it’s the only word he knows.
The screen goes quiet again. Just breathing. Just heat.
Then—
“That was,” he pants, “the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
You laugh softly, still trembling. “Same.”
He smiles lazily, eyes soft now.
“Three more days,” he says. “And then I’m going to make you squirt on my cock.”
Your chest is still rising and falling when the silence returns.
He’s watching you. You know it by the way his tongue rests against his bottom lip. The way his hand never left his cock.
You’d just squirted for him. You’re still trembling, fingers soaked, thighs slick and sticky with your own release. But he’s not done.
He shifts the phone to prop it again, angling it lower so you see everything — the flex of his abs, the taut grip around his still-rock-hard cock, glistening at the tip with precum. His stomach’s a mess of cum from the first round, but he didn’t even slow down.
“You’re still hard,” you whisper.
He grins, breathless. “You didn’t think one orgasm was gonna be enough after what you just did, did you?”
You squirm, lips parting when he drags his thumb over the slit. “Still so full. You wrecked me, Mingyu.”
“Let me do it again.”
His voice drops, gravel and lust and promise.
“I’m not done with you, baby. Not even close.”
You don’t move. Just lie there, shirt still bunched up under your tits, thighs parted, cunt messy and soaked. Your fingers twitch.
“Touch yourself for me again,” he says, quieter now, but firmer. “Nice and slow.”
You start to move, and then—
“No. Wait. Let me talk to you first.”
“I need you to listen to exactly what I’m going to do when I get back.”
You nod, mouth dry.
He shifts slightly in bed, his tone thick with hunger. “I’m going to come over late. While your brother’s asleep. And you’re going to sneak me into your room like a filthy little secret.”
“Mingyu—” you whisper, breath catching.
“Shh. Just listen.”
His eyes are on you, heavy and possessive. You feel like you’re being touched through the screen.
Your fingers falter, and you tug the shirt higher over your belly, revealing your bare thighs, flushed and glistening with your wetness. You’re helpless, exposed. And he loves it.
“You’ll be in your bed,” he continues, voice heavy, “wearing nothing but that loose shirt you keep pulling up. No panties, just like now. Legs spread wide, waiting.”
Your pulse hammers in your ears, your body already aching for his touch. You want it. Need it. The ache pools hot and heavy between your legs, every nerve ending on fire.
He leans forward slightly, voice dropping to a whisper.
“I’ll press just the tip of my cock against your slick folds… slow, deliberate… teasing.”
He’s stroking himself slow now, long full pumps that make your thighs press together unconsciously
Your hips twitch involuntarily. You can already feel the thought — thick, swollen, too big — pressing into your soaked heat.
“You’ll whine,” he murmurs, “try to take me in. Begging to be filled.”
You bite your lip, your fingers dipping lower, dragging teasing circles over your throbbing clit.
“But I won’t give it to you right away,” he says, voice rough and low. “Not yet.”
You swallow hard, pulse racing.
“You’ll grind against the sheets… or maybe your pillow…”
His voice thickens with lust, eyes locked on you, watching your every move.
You can’t stop yourself.
You reach for the pillow lying next to you.
Your hips lift instinctively, pressing your soaked cunt down against the soft fabric. Your fingers clutch the edges as you start to grind — slow circles at first, hips rocking gently against the warmth.
His breath hitches.
“That’s it,” he groans, “just like that. Fuck, you’re such a desperate little thing for me.”
Your grinding grows faster, hips pushing harder, fingers clawing into the pillowcase.
You’re whining softly, muffled by the fabric, your chest rising and falling faster, heart pounding as you chase the ache spiraling out of control.
Mingyu’s hand moves faster now, tight around his cock, slick with precum and cum.
“I want to bury myself deep inside you,” he growls. “Stretch you wide, make you scream.”
You bite your lip, hips rocking harder, grinding so hard you can feel the heat building unbearably in your core.
“I’ll hold you down by your hips,” he breathes, “slow, deep thrusts that fill you completely. You’ll try to take all of me, but I’ll make you beg for more.”
You moan into the pillow, fingers clutching, hips humping desperately.
“Please, Mingyu…” you whisper, voice raw.
He groans deep in his throat, voice heavy and rough. “You’re mine, baby. Only mine.”
His thumb drags teasingly over the head of his cock, slick and flushed.
“You’re going to squirt all over my cock when I finally make you cum. I want to see you soaked, dripping, begging for release.”
Your hips buck against the pillow, grinding harder, body trembling as the ache tightens into unbearable pressure.
“Keep going,” he commands, eyes dark and possessive.
You move faster, fingers curling into the pillowcase, mouth open in a ragged gasp.
Mingyu’s gaze is glued to the screen, dark eyes heavy with lust.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how much you want me.”
You moan, pillow muffling the sound as you hump harder, fingers clutching the sheets.
“God, you’re such a fucking tease.” His hand moves faster over his cock. “I want to bury myself so deep inside you you can’t even see straight.”
Your head falls back. You’re shaking, soaked, desperate.
“I’ll hold you down by the hips,” he growls, voice thick. “Slow, deep thrusts that stretch you wide. So fucking full. You’ll cry because you need to cum but I won’t let you.”
Your body shudders violently.
You cry out, trembling. “Please, Mingyu…”
His breath catches.
“And when I fuck you so hard you squirt, it’s going to be on my cock.”
You’re overwhelmed — grinding, humping, utterly wrecked but aching for more.
“Keep going,” he commands. “Let me hear you beg.”
Your lips part.
“I’m yours. Fuck me. Ruin me. I’m yours.”
Mingyu groans loud and messy, jerking his cock with desperate speed.
You hump harder, hips lifting, fingers tightening as the tension breaks—
The camera shakes as you hit another shuddering orgasm, thighs trembling, pillow muffling your cries, the hot rush bursting through you as thick wetness gushes out, soaking the pillow, your thighs, your hands.
Mingyu’s breath catches, groaning loud and raw.
“You’re such a filthy, perfect little mess,” he pants, hand flying faster. “Fuck, baby, I’m close too.”
His hips jerk hard, eyes squeezed shut, and he spills thick ropes across his stomach and chest.
Panting, he leans back, eyes burning.
“You need new sheets,” he rasps. “Because when I get there, I’m going to make you mess everything.”
You laugh softly, breathless, completely wrecked.
“And I’m going to make sure you never forget who owns you.”
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Author's Note: Back on popular demand finallyyyy!!! Hope y'all like it. Took me a while to upload this part(I might've forgotten to schedule the post oops) but it's finally here yayy! I love love love when you all interact with the posts. I absolutely love to read your comments and reblogs but I don't know what to respond I'm so sorry 😭 I tried to tag everyone who commented on the first part of this fic and requested for a part 2 and also some of y'all who reblogged.
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