𝙊𝙃 𝙉𝙊, 𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝙃𝙊𝙏. | Kim Mingyu

Oh no, He's hot.

PAIRING― dilf!mingyu x afab reader

CONTENT― there is no daddy kink nor is there dub/dom dynamics involved with this fic, bottom(ish) mingyu, top(ish) reader, desperate smutty stuff,  mingyu is in his 40s, reader is in her early 20s (in other words, age gaps be damned, you're both adults.)

OTHER CHARACTERS― chan is his son and ur just gonna have to deal with that for the sake of having no unnamed characters

WARNINGS― Mingyu has an internal war over wanting you because his son also wants you. Another thing,  this is entirely consenting, but mingyu does mention to stop and/or wait at one point while clearly acting against his own words.

NOTE― So uh, this fic is kind of a push and pull between morality and fucking because you're horny. There's some backhanded stuff about Chan but ill make it up to him in a future fic, i swear. Anyway, behold, the unedited dilf mingyu fic.

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smut tags―his brain is between his legs in this fic, BIG DICK MINGYU, grinding(ish), masturbation, handjob, neck kissing/sucking, groping, pet names: babe & sweetheart, face riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (just assume they're protected at this point), he's technically the one doing the fucking but he's very in tune with her pleasure, missionary, g-spot stimulation and deep penetration

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The first time you met Kim Mingyu was an unfortunate event. One where his son was seeing three of you and four of his dad as you struggled to get him up the steps of the porch. It's not that Chan purposely stayed out past curfew, and it's definitely not that he forgot his gate code or his dorm keys, it's just that he really needed a friend to get him to his dad's house. It wasn't out of the way, Chan promised you that, even as you drove a full ten minutes across the city line to get him to safety. At first, you didn't mind and preferred to spend more time with him anyway, but then it was even more worth the drive. Especially after meeting his father and realizing that he's, to put it bluntly, just as hot as Chan. If not, more.

The second, third, and fourth time you met Kim Mingyu was much the same on the outside. Internally though, each time you met him threw you further and further into a specific thought process. One that felt taboo. You've never felt anything towards the parent of a friend, better yet the parent of a crush. Until now, at least, especially with the way Mingyu looks at you when he thinks you don't notice.

It's not that you think Chan's dad would consider you an option, the smallest possibility of that is definitely not the reason why you volunteer to take his rowdy ass home either. Before it was because you wanted to spend more time with the guy you possibly were trying to date. Now? You won't admit the reasoning. If anything, it's because the older man has a kind face and thanks you each time for bringing Chan home to him rather than leaving him on the lawn of some frat house.

The fact that all of this started because you had a crush on Chan was insane enough. Now look at you, going to frat parties with him, no longer to get closer per se, but so you can take him to his childhood home despite him not forgetting his dorm keys anymore.

It's the latest you've ever brought him this time, nearing four in the morning as you drag his clumsy self up his front porch as he hums the tune to your favorite song at you.

"I told you," Chan slurs through his humming, stopping you from knocking on the door and leaning his weight on you even more. "I have my keys this time. Why are we at my dad's house again?"

    You shake your head at him, adjusting your body better to accommodate his dead weight on your right side.

"Curfew. Do you want to be written up for a noise complaint again?" You look at him, watching him tilt his head and remove himself from your side to stand in front of you in an immaculate show of how uncoordinated he can be.