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S. MG - One glorious afternoon 🔞

It is one glorious afternoon as you lazily lay between the sheets and the cool breeze from the air conditioner on this hot summer day hits your face, singing its sweet lullaby as you feel your eyes slowly shut. But the fatigue of work takes charge instead, punishing you with a headache. Growing frustrated with yourself and your tired body, you opt to staring at the ceiling decorated with pretty stars. They lie amongst other planets of the solar system, which you had glued up there with the help of your boyfriends on a lovely weekend free of work.

Missing their company at the moment when you need them most, you turn around to hug Mingi's giant bear which smells like Yunho's collonge and it helps to subside their absence. Few tears wet the bear's arm as the headache torments your brain but feeling someone's weight against your back startles you. Turning around, you face mingi himself who has a sweet smile plastered on his face. He is in his work clothes, your favourite blue button up shirt which you slipped onto his shoulders this morning.

"Missed me?" Your boyfriend chimes, making himself comfortable under the sheets and you nod before burying your face into the bear's arm. He slips an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and your bodies flush against each other. His presence soothes your nerves and washes away your worries as he presses a kiss to your cheek and proceeds to run his fingers through your untied hair.

"Does it hurt?" Mingi asks, his soft voice soothing your ears and you mutter a weak 'yes'. "Don't worry, oppa will take care of it." he whispers, the soft voice replaced with his deep demanding one and you smile at his words as your cheeks flush with the colour of love, as mingi calls it.

"Sooo... what did my favourite person do today?" The tall boy hums softly as his lips brush against your ear and his fingers work on soothing the bundle of nerves in your skull.

"I don't remember, maybe a lot of thinking?" you mumble, puckering your lips. "I thought of my minmin, then tried distracting myself, but he was on my mind all day, and I ended up making a mess of myself." you say mindlessly, then realise you spilled too much information.

"I bet you were thinking about my hands, cutie." the oreo haired teases, his hand travelling lower and resting on your neck. He curls his fingers around your throat and lightly tightens their grip to slip a moan from you. His sounds are favourite, especially when you call his name.

"How do you know?" you ask in surprise. Does he read minds as a side job? Mingi makes you question reality at this point.

"Honey you were so cute staring at them while choking on your noodles last night, at the dinner table." he says as he tightens his fingers and you moan his name, a sweet little whimper follows next.

"Let me take care of your cute little mess, my angel?" Mingi whispers, proceeding to slide off the sheets and you cannot deny his offers. You are indeed a mess, in need to be cleaned and pleased. His fingers brush against your bare thighs, pushing aside the t-shirt covering your calves and you whimper at his touch as the heat inside you continues to grow.

"Gosh you're so wet, darling." your cute little boyfriend mutters between his breaths as his fingers strip down your panties, discarding them somewhere on the edge of the bed. A whimper escapes your lips as the cold air hits your core and he chuckles. His fingertips graze your swollen lips and it sends a shiver up your spine, at which he chuckles again. His chuckles at your suffering just drives you closer to insanity.

"You amaze me every single time, honey. And it's not healthy." Your love complains, spreading your legs to get better access to your dripping cunt as his mouth works on decorating your boring plain neck. "I'm on the brink of being obsessed with you." You squirm when decides to tease your hole, circling the entrance with his index finger but when you open your mouth to protest, words fail to roll off your tongue.

"Look at you, such a pretty mess. Just for me." Mingi slaps your burning core and you press your lips together as a tear rolls down the seam of your eyes. "Oh gosh yunho's gonna love it when he hears how much of slut you are for my hands." Every word rolling off his tongue adds fuel to the fire burning in your stomach and the urge to throw a tantrum increases but you don't have energy for it. Bickering with Mingi at this time is just giving him ideas to torture you.

"How does it feel, being spread so wide by my fingers?" Your lovely boyfriend emphasises the sentence by adding a second and third finger and spreading your hole with ease. He glances down in amazement by the amount of wetness smeared on his hand and your hips. His teasing lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking on your sensitive spot. Mingi knew you well, more than you ever could and he used the info to make you scream at these times. He's one cocky bastard, with the ego of a Greek god but the courage of a little child.

It is all but an assumption when he growls, an inhumane growl which he probably learned from the wildlife documentary he watched yesterday about wolves as he lazily drags out his fingers and his lips seeking comfort in sucking the blood out of your neck, detached themselves too. It is followed by the sound of his belt unbuckling and a whine from him.

"Min-a, you okie?"

"Im- I- just- FUCK you're so good idk what to do."

Mingi's a mess...A hot mess indeed when you turn around to face him. His hair sticks to his forehead, there is something glistening on his lips, his cheeks are flushed red and his belt is stuck. "I don't think you're okie." you return the very chuckle he offered you in your desperate times and help him in not breaking the belt he's fumbling around with and get him out of his briefs.

Your boyfriend is a lot to take in(he knows), pretty much more than his fingers but he doesn't give up on stuffing you full once his cock is free from the belt that took his breath a few minutes ago. 'Fuck office clothes, and belts', He curses under his breath but remembers, 'belts are a good substitute for ropes'. He carefully wraps his fingers around your wrists before lifting them above your head and tying them with his belt. "Mingi, istg, how much kinkier can you get?"

His hand grip your hip bone, pinning your body down on your matters as he stares at his treasure. Your glistening and wet pussy is all he needs in desperate times or maybe just to live on earth. It should be replaced for oxygen, who even breathes that gas anyways.

He rubs the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing it as he only slides the head in at first then gets amazed at how easy he slides in into your wet embrace. It is maddening indeed, how your walls clench around him, how your cunt swallows all of him, as if you were made for him. As if you are his. He finds it hard to believe, hard to even look you in the eye and accept that all of this is real.

He finally moves when you yell out his name, breaking his pretty mirage and pulling him into reality which is dream-like with you in the moment. He bends down, his swollen lips pressing against yours as he slowly thrusts into as if worshipping your body with every ounce of his existence. His thrusts are deep at the first as he rides the ecstasy of the moment but they fasten as he chases his high and fills you up with his semen.

The boy watches in awe as his cum slips out your fluttering hole when he pulls out, only to replace his dick with his fingers to make things much messier. The warm liquid flows quickly, dripping down your thighs as he continues thrusting them in and out, making a much worse mess of you and the( once stainless) stain sheets.