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kinktober — day 5 | FWB

lust • [kim mingyu]

fuck love, we can do this shit forever if it’s lust

pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader genre: smut, best friends!au, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which you took “a little head never ruined anyone‘s life“ a little bit too seriously and now you find yourself getting intimate with your best friend more than you should word count: 727 warnings: friends with benefits, unprotected sex (stay safe, kiddos)

my first ever seventeen smut and 100th post yayyyy

None of this was actually planned. Not even when your best friend, Mingyu, jokingly asked you to suck his dick after a long night of drinking with his bandmates.

For some reason, you didn’t even overthink it until he stood at your door, all worked up and his hair sticking to his forehead because he ran all the way from the dorm to your apartment complex.

He pushed you against the wall and all of a sudden you found yourself on your knees, his hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, feeling his tip at the back of your throat.

Now here you were, once more feeling his hands on your waist as he shoved his tongue into your mouth and slowly fiddled with the string of your sweatpants, untying them and pulling them down to let them pool at your feet.

Mingyu lifted you with ease, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, lips moving against each other at a torturous pace. He cupped your ass cheeks, carrying you into your bedroom and laid you down on the mattress, hovering over you as he showered your neck in kisses.

You pushed your hands between your panting bodies, trying to create some space to unbutton his shirt and he let go of you, getting rid of his clothing without breaking eye contact. You sat up against the headboard, attempting to catch your breath and spreading your legs to let Mingyu steal a glance at your wetness.

He licked his lips, pumping his dick as he came closer to you before he aligned with your entrance and eased into you with a quick snap of his hips. You hissed a moan and dug your nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped marks on his perfect skin.

»You’re so fucking tight«, he moaned, stilling inside your walls as you clenched around his girth. He stretched you out so deliciously, the light stinging inside you only fuelling your lust when he started rocking his hips against yours, hitting every sweet spot he could find.

Mingyu knew your body so well, every twitch and every reaction to his ministrations was like a message he deciphered to understand what you were into and how he could make you feel best. That’s how he had gotten you the orgasms you knew you deserved but never managed to reach with the help of your past lovers.

And now you were dancing the horizontal tango with your best friend, his dick buried balls-deep between your folds as he pounded into you at almost inhumane speed, his thumb only adding onto the pleasure with soft circles on your clit.

You arched your back off the bed, moaning his name in high notes as a chuckle echoed from his throat. He loved seeing you like this, all worked up and looking so fucked out. He loved the curve of your breasts, the way your body reacted to his and the way his name rolled off your tongue when you got closer to the edge.

». . . C-close«, you sighed inaudibly, nails scratching down his back, almost drawing blood from him and making him hiss out a silent »Fuck.«

He made you turn around, holding your ass up and pushing back into you from behind to hit you impossibly deeper. He groaned at your walls clenching around him and threw his head back, pearls of sweat forming in his forehead.

»Let go, baby«, he purred in ecstasy, his lower lip held hostage between his teeth. »Shit, you feel so good.«

You whined his name, your climax shaking your body as you saw white and released your juice on his dick, his seed painting your walls soon after and mixing between your legs.

His sloppy thrusts grew slower and slower as he helped you ride out both of your orgasms before he pulled out of you, heavily panting and stroking the sweaty hair off his forehead.

You sat back up like you did before he absolutely railed you into the mattress and smiled at him, biting your lower lip and trying to catch your breath.

Mingyu leaned in, carefully pecking your lips and laid his hand on your cheek, a soft smile on his lips.

»I swear I think I‘m falling in lust with you.«

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my 100th post, just for you mingyu anon :3

taglist:

@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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kinktober setlist

Fwb gets so messy with Bakugou because he’s not the casual fuck type.

He can’t divorce his physical and sexual attraction from the emotional aspects of your relationship. Can’t look at you and see his friend when he’s seen parts of you only meant for a lover’s eyes. Hell, he doesn’t even experience sexual attraction without some form of intimate affections being involved.

Why’d he ever thought he could fuck you and return to just friends right after is beyond him.

But now he has your number saved under some sappy name like princess or baby and imagines a life together and you’re not even his. Not actually, except for the moments when you’re under him or he’s under you.

Even then you’re not his though, if you were he’d be able to tell you how much he loves you and not worry about if he’s gonna ruin this.

Three Nights Series Masterlist

three nights at a hotel with the roommate you slept with and his girlfriend? what could possibly go wrong?

read on AO3

Night One

Night Two

Night Three

I went to a wedding like a month ago and started a wip about a wedding meet cute with Bakugou that was supposed to be like 2-3k words but never finished it and I’m so mad bc it should be easy but school was so hard and UGH

but!!!!! it made me think about being friends with benefits with Bakugou and having just finished sleeping with him, rolling off of his chest as you both lay beside each other trying to catch your breaths. and you ask him if he’d like to go to to your friends wedding with you next weekend? that he doesn’t have to come, but you’d like to have some arm candy with you?

and at first, he doesn’t answer. gets kind of fidgety, scratches at his chest, murmurs under his breath that he’s not sure, he might have a shift, he’ll have to check later. and how can you not take that as a rejection? as a show of only being good enough for private time spent together, but unable to be seen together, publicly, as his date?

so you gather your things, quickly and embarrassed, stutter out that you were just joking, just fucking around and playing. you’re scurrying out of his apartment before he can stop you despite his pleading to hear him out.

and do you ignore him the entire weekend of the wedding? how couldn’t you, when you show up, dateless, with the memory of only being filled sexually but never emotionally? and does Bakugou regret it the entire time? how couldn’t he, when he was only tongue tied and nervous because he couldn’t believe the person he’s been in love with for months wanted to do more than just lie underneath him?