MINGI

Mingi wakes up with a loud whine, cock straining uncomfortably against his boxers—a small wet patch already forming where the head is pressed against them. He just can't help it. You have your back pressed against his large, muscular chest as you stir in your sleep, your ass wiggling subconsciously to make yourself more comfortable. A deep groan escapes his parted lips as he shamelessly ruts against the swell of your ass. He feels terrible cause you're not even awake yet and he's already humping you like a dog in heat.

He whines your name, a large hand coming up to caress your waist as he's planting wet, open-mouthed kisses against the nape of your neck. It's your time to let out a barely audible whine and Mingi hums in response, taking all his might not to continue bucking his hips against the warmth that is your body.

“Mhmm, Mingi?” you breathed out, still groggy and half asleep. 

“Baby—nngh—n-need you,” he barely manages to let out, his voice deep and hoarse from the slumber he just woke up from.

And that's when you felt it: the heavy weight of his large cock in between your cheeks. You moan in response. He was bucking his hips oh so slightly against you, hand gripping your waist so tight you're sure it'll leave marks. You lean into the wet, sloppy kisses he's plastering on your neck as your left hand reaches back to thread your fingers through his hair. Mingi whimpers at the touch, so needy.

“T-thighs, baby. Use my thighs,” you said as you parted your thighs slightly, allowing Mingi access. The broader man just groans in response as he slides his aching, flushed red cock into the tight heat of your thighs. The top of his cock is resting against your now wet folds, more arousal forming by each second. 

Mingi loved your thighs. He loved all of you, of course. But there was just something about your thighs that got him going. He would find any excuse to place his strong, large hand against your thigh—giving it a squeeze if he were feeling extra brave. You never understood why, but you didn’t complain either. Mingi never failed to show you just how gorgeous you are, how much he wants you, needs you. 

Your wetness is met with Mingi’s own as he ruts into the tightness of your thighs, small whimpers mixed with low grunts escaping his lips. His grip on your waist has loosened a bit from being allowed to chase his own pleasure, but it’s still there, and he just rocks you back and forth to the beat of his thrusts. It’s so filthy but also so good, even when he’s only mere inches from your aching cunt.

Your left hand is still in his hair, gripping whatever you can get your hands on as Mingi moans, “So good for me, baby—mmh—so tight and wet. Always so good.” And he’s whispering praise against your neck in between sloppy pecks and fast pants. You’re so focused on Mingi's pleasure and his beautiful whimpers that you don’t notice the hand previously occupying your waist making its way down to your aching heat.

A loud groan escaped your lips as he pressed two strong fingers against your clit, circling it with a pressure he knows makes you go crazy. And even though Mingi is so lost in his own arousal, chasing his high so desperately, he still thinks about you. He still knows exactly which buttons to push, praise leaving his lips sounding so filthy but so right. Knows exactly the speed, the pressure you so desperately need, and it’s all too much. The wet, slick noises from both of your arousal filled the air along with quick pants and moans—the two of you working together, rocking against each other's touch to chase your release.

After what feels like hours, you can feel Mingi’s thick cock twitch against the tight grip of your inner thighs. His previous mix of whines and low grunts now transforming into whimpers as he gets closer to what he’s been aching for all morning.

“C-close, baby,” he hums, his head still buried deep into your neck. The kisses he was leaving against it were long forgotten; lips parted slightly as beads of his drool were pooling against your flushed skin. You felt your own core tighten, heat blossoming from the sheer desperation in Mingi’s voice and how fucking good everything felt.

Mingi came with a deep grunt, cock pulsating as his cum painted the inside of your thighs—a few drops escaping and leaving a wet patch on your bed. You followed soon after, Mingi’s pace never faltering as he rubbed your clit through the aftershocks of your orgasm. Sensitive, you clench your thighs—leading to Mingi letting out the loudest whine you’ve heard yet. That was definitely something you had to explore later on.

YUNHO

A low groan escapes Yunho’s lips as he stirs awake—a rather large tent forming in his boxers from the insanity of his dream. You, on your legs, taking his cock so deep and so desperately into your mouth. And fuck, that was his favorite place to be. Cock heavy against your tongue as you whine for more. Another groan that he barely registered as his own could be heard, and you finally woke up from your slumber. Still half asleep, you turn around to face your boyfriend, who was currently lying on his back. A quick glance at his lower half was all the confirmation you needed that he was, indeed, hard.

You let out a faint giggle as you reached for his neck, leaving soft pecks against the sensitive area just below his ear—the palm of your right hand making its way to his lower abdomen, simply resting it there.

"Well, good morning to you too,” you chuckled, a wide smile plastered on your lips as you continued to nibble on his neck. It was short-lived, though, as the arm you had rested your own on was removed from under you. He reached for the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair as he grabbed at the roots tightly—pulling you away so that you were now looking at him. His usual kind, brown eyes were blown wide, a dark and lustful gaze meeting your own. The grip of your hair was tight, but not enough to hurt by any means. Just enough to claim you. To show that he was the one in charge.

With a grunt, his eyes trailed to the leaking cock in his trousers. You followed his gaze—forced to follow as he moved your head himself. And while you had taken a look mere minutes ago, being more awake enabled you to actually take in the sight in front of you. Yunho’s left hand was gripping his own length underneath the boxers, the tip of his cock peeking out slightly, and all you could do was drool. He wasn’t moving, simply gripping the base of his cock as his thumb traced the head, spreading the precum forming at the slit. A low hum was heard from next to you, Yunho’s chest moving up and down as he took slow breaths.

You swallowed, an overproduction of spit gathering in your mouth as you thought about how he would feel in your mouth. Yunho knew how much you loved it. He teased you all the time. Always those fucking sweatpants hanging low on his hips, veins visible as he pulled them just a bit lower when he noticed your stare. But what did he expect? Yunho was extremely attractive. Tall, lean build with hands so large you didn’t think it was possible the first time you laid eyes on them. And his cock, oh my god, his cock was gorgeous. Just above average in length but so thick and veiny. Curling just the tiniest bit to the left, but nothing that was visible—unless you spent hours looking at it, admiring it, feeling the ridges and heat of it with your tongue. It was perfect.

“Please, baby.” Yunho growled, his grip loosening a bit in your hair as he waited patiently for you to fulfill his wish. And who were you to say no at that? Your eyes met his again as he looked at you with fluttering eyelashes, eyelids hanging low.

“Anything for you.” You purred, an excited smile forming on your lips as you made your way down the bed until you were in between his legs. You whined at the loss of his warm hand against your scalp but were greeted with said hand now cupping your right cheek—thumb sweeping gently back and forth along it.

You looked up at Yunho, the same lustful stare greeting yours as you asked for permission through your eyes. The man beneath you replied with a hum, nodding his head. With that, you grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down with the help of Yunho lifting his hips. His cock sprung free, Yunho’s other hand long gone as you relished the sight. It laid heavy against his abs, a small pool of precum forming at the crevice of a muscle—tip swollen and red as it ached for your touch.

You started trailing a few kisses along his groin, rubbing the palm of your hand on the opposite side of where you were working. The man's hand left the cusp of your cheek as it once again found its way entangled in your hair, gripping so tight it was bordering on painful. A moan escaped your lips as he guided you over the heat that was his cock. You looked up—met with a dark, intimidating stare as he lowered you just enough to feel the tip of his cock against your lips.

The slight pain combined with his possessive, almost demanding look went straight to your core. God, you loved when he manhandled you. When he was so desperate for his own release that he refused to give in to anything else. You knew he would never do anything you didn’t like. He had sat through many conversations with you just to be completely sure you were okay. If he ever made you feel unsafe or hurt in any way. If there was anything he wanted to try in the bedroom, he always made sure to ask you about it first. No matter how small or ridiculous it might’ve sounded to you, he needed to know that you were doing this cause you wanted it too. Not just casuse he did. He was being rough with you now cause he knows you like it. You’ve told him several times that you do.

So you did what he ordered you to do, parting your lips to let your tongue out, applying slight pressure as you licked the head of his cock. Yunho moaned in response, deep and raspy from finally getting the stimulation he needed. With his grip still tightly wrapped at the base of your hair, you wrapped your lips around the head—tightening them as your tongue circled right at the top, digging into the slit.

“F-fuck, babygirl. Just like that.” He breathed out in encouragement, head falling with a thump against the pillow behind him. Your hand found its way to the base, wrapping tightly around it as you gave it a squeeze. Another low, raspy fuck left Yunho’s lips as you continued lapping your tongue against his head.

Deciding his head had gotten plenty of your attention, you placed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock—the familiar thick vein pulsating against it. You sank down further, hollowing your cheeks to make it tight for him.

“Aaahrg—so good for me. My baby—aah—m-mine.” Yunho grunts, his previously dominant and composed demeanor faltering quickly. His hips bucked up, each thrust pushing him deeper into your wet heat as you sank down yet again. You moan at the sensation of his thick tip hitting the back of your throat, not able to prevent the gag of surprise.

Your mouth left his cock as you cough, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. “S-shit. Babygirl, I'm so sorry. I—” And your tear-filled eyes are met with worried ones, brows slightly furrowed as his hand left the top of your head to carefully remove the tear threatening to fall down your cheek.

But it was okay. Yunho was huge. Gagging here and there was a part of the routine every time you gave him head. But it was also so hot. The fact that the man in front of you, as dominant and authoritative he might be in the bedroom, came apart so easily the second you wrapped your soft lips around his cock. Turning needy while trying to keep the composure he once had.

You sank down on his cock once more without warning, immediately hollowing your cheeks and taking in as much of Yunho as you could—hand wrapping around the cock wherever your mouth couldn't reach, moving up and down desperately. All Yunho could do was moan, but his hand stayed on your cheek, caressing it softly as you continued. A small gesture to show he cared. That he would stop whatever it was if you felt the slightest bit of discomfort. His breathing picked up in speed, trying his hardest not to thrust into the amazing sensation that was your mouth.

Yunho was close. Even though he hated to admit it. He just couldn't help himself when you were displayed so gorgeously in front of him. Without even realizing you had straddled one of his legs, humping his shin through your soaked panties. And holy shit, Yunho was in love. The familiar tightness forming in his balls, cock twitching as you picked up your pace. But his heart was aching too. Cause you were so good to him. So beautiful. Everything about you.

With a warning leaving his lips so fast it could've easily been missed by the obscene wet, sucking noises, he grabbed the back of your head, pulling you off his cock to paint your face in ropes of white cum. Yunho moaned at the scene, so fucking filthy but so hot, and he felt so possessive.

“Your turn, baby,” he winks, voice hoarse and body still trembling slightly from his orgasm.

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