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A doorbell in the early hours of their day off is the last thing Mingyu wants.
No. Correction.
The last thing Mingyu wants is to peel himself off his adorably cuddly boyfriend and answer the door for someone who will turn out to be an insurance salesman or something. When the doorbell rings a second time, Mingyu groans and tightens his grasp around Wonwoo, pulling him closer to himself. He nuzzles his face in his shoulder, way too comfortable to care.
Wonwoo hums sleepily when the doorbell rings a third time, “the door,” he says with a raspy voice, “Min, the door,” and Mingyu sleepily kisses his bare shoulder, their bodies far too entangled for Mingyu to simply stand up and walk away. They rarely get to sleep in, so he wants to relish this moment. Hell with the person outside!
For a moment, there is silence, and Mingyu sighs in relief that the person outside has seemingly given up and left. He relaxes, smiling against Wonwoo’s skin, kissing it softly. His floofy hair tickles Mingyu’s nose. Mingyu finds sleep taking over his body when the doorbell rings once again.
“For fucks sake!” Mingyu unwittingly pulls off Wonwoo and stomps over to the entrance.
What does the Universe have against them cuddling for once?!
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Mingyu’s making himself some coffee when Wonwoo sleepily strolls into the kitchen, eyes swollen and hair disheveled. Mingyu smiles as Wonwoo takes a minute to wake up fully. He turns to Mingyu, eyes barely open. He looks like a duckling with those pouty lips. Mingyu could eat him.
“You didn't come back to bed,” Wonwoo says, settling down on the chair by the dining table, and pulling the package toward himself. Mingyu sighs. He sets his cup of coffee down and walks over to Wonwoo, hugging him from behind, resting his chin on his head, “if it weren't for that package, we’d be cuddled up in bed right now,” he groans. Wonwoo hums and Mingyu wonders what's inside the parcel. It arrived in Wonwoo’s name after all.
“Have you had breakfast?” Wonwoo asks, sliding that parcel onto his lap. Mingyu lets Wonwoo distract him by turning around and kissing him. Mingyu figures it's gaming equipment that Wonwoo ordered and isn't willing to show him just yet. MIngyu revels in Wonwoo’s kisses and forgives him, smiling against his lips, “nope,” he says. Wonwoo pulls away, “I’m not hungry. You can go ahead and eat, okay? I wanna take a shower,” he says, standing up and grabbing the parcel. Though Mingyu’s curiosity is piqued, he doesn't question it. He smiles and lets Wonwoo slip away this time.
–
When the door to Wonwoo’s room clicks open, Mingyu glances at the clock. It's been far too long for it to have been a shower. Mingyu figured Wonwoo was holed up trying to set up his equipment, or whatever it was. When Wonwoo emerges in the living room, dressed in a tee and shorts, Mingyu cannot help but smile shyly at how adorable his boyfriend looks in casuals.
“It’s almost time for lunch, you know?” Mingyu asks when Wonwoo walks over to him silently, taking his seat next to him. He stares at the Television ahead, taking a deep breath. Mingyu wraps an arm around his shoulders and pulls him close, kissing his temple, picking up on the fact that Wonwoo’s kinda out of it. He wonders what happened, but knows not to probe around just yet.
–
Time passes and halfway through the movie, Mingyu finally brings himself out of the TV for once, turning to Wonwoo, “who do you think killed her?” he asks, but stops when he sees Wonwoo spacing out.
Is something the matter? Is he okay?
“Hey,” Mingyu turns the TV off, tugging at Wonwoo’s ear with his fingers. Wonwoo finally turns to him, “yeah?”
MIngyu sighs. Alright. He has to interfere now.
“What's wrong? You've been zoning out all morning,” Mingyu says, and Wonwoo averts his gaze, “Have I?” he tries to feign ignorance but Mingyu knows better. He leans closer, trying to get Wonwoo to meet his eyes, “Won,” he chides gently, and though Wonwoo does his best to resist, Mingyu’s sparkling eyes overcome his resolve. Wonwoo sighs frustratedly, scratching his head as he contemplates how to talk to Mingyu.
Mingyu just stares at him, studying the features of his face all over again as Wonwoo puts his thoughts into sentences.
“Promise you won't laugh,” Wonwoo says. Oh? Mingyu’s intrigued now.
“Never,” Mingyu says, bracing himself for the big reveal. Wonwoo purses his lips, he pouts them repeatedly, something he does when he’s nervous. Mingyu fights the urge to kiss him and waits.
Then, his boyfriend takes a deep breath.
“I ordered lace panties,”
And just like that, Wonwoo drops a bomb on Mingyu.
Silence prevails for many seconds before Mingyu’s mind processes those words.
“What?” Mingyu asks in a squeaky high voice, taken aback by the revelation. Surely, Wonwoo’s joking, right?
Wonwoo licks his lips, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Suddenly, Mingyu’s hyper aware of how close Wonwoo is sitting next to him. It makes him wonder if Wonwoo really is telling the truth. Does that mean he’s wearing the panties right now? What type are they? What color is it? Mingyu’s spiraling!
“I’ve been experimenting,” Wonwoo exhales, turning to Mingyu fully, “been trying out different…undergarments and...the lace panties arrived today and…they’re so comfortable, Min-ah,” Wonwoo says, rocking his body and Mingyu cannot believe this is happening. He swallows thickly, and does his best to contain his excitement.
I want to see.
I need to see it.
Wonwoo continues, inching closer to Mingyu, till he’s fully on his lap. Mingyu’s hands hover awkwardly over Wonwoo’s body, unsure where to rest them. He worries if he gets a feel of those panties, there will be no looking back. Wonwoo straddles his thighs, cupping Mingyu’s face, “I think I look good in them. But I’m worried you might not like it–”
“Show me,” Mingyu straightens, closing the distance between their faces, till they're breathing onto each other, their bodies rocking and rolling. Mingyu’s voice drips with anticipation, and his fingers dig into Wonwoo’s waist. He’s so eager. He needs to see.
Is that why Wonwoo was spacing out? Because he was worried Mingyu wouldn't like them?
Mingyu’s been lacking on his side then. He’s gonna have to correct that.
“Are you sure? What if you don't like it?” Wonwoo whispers and Mingyu hums, inching closer to Wonwoo’s lips, “let me see, please,” he says, giving into his temptations and grabbing a handful of Wonwoo’s ass. Mingyu’s achingly hard already, and he only groans when he feels the lacey texture through Wonwoo’s flimsy shorts. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
“You promise you won't laugh,” Wonwoo whispers again, concern evident in his voice. Mingyu replies by slamming their lips against each other’s in a passionate kiss. Mingyu dominates the kiss, his hands roaming Wonwoo’s body, groping and squeezing everything he can, eliciting small sounds from him. He kneads Wonwoo’s ass roughly, eager to get in. He awaits Wonwoo’s consent, however, settling for a fiery kiss for now. Their tongues tangle in a sloppy kiss, and Wonwoo grinds down onto Mingyu’s erection, making the taller man groan.
“Please,” Mingyu breaks the kiss, pecking all of Wonwoo’s face before moving onto the delectable skin of his neck, “let me,” he whispers heatedly against the skin, fingers resting impatiently on the waistband of Wonwoo’s shorts. They dip inside, ever so slightly, and Mingyu cna feel the lace. He’s going to go insane if he doesnt get to see this.
Wonwoo closes his eyes, “Hm, okay,” and Mingyu wastes no time in slipping his hands inside and feeling it all. Wonwoo moans blissfully as Mingyu’s fingers trace the delicate design, exploring all that he can. It drives Mingyu closer to insanity when he realizes there is barely any fabric.
“Fucking hell,” Mingyu groans, pulling away from Wonwoo, catching his breath as he studies the beautiful blush on his lover’s face. Mingyu bites his lips, sweating from his brow as his fingers hook into the waistband. He tugs gently, and Wonwoo whimpers as the lace tightens around his cock and ass. Mingyu smirks at how needy Wonwoo looks, how turned on he is by it. Mingyu’s reached the threshold of his patience as well.
He doesn't even warn Wonwoo as he stands up, lifting him up and carrying him to the bed in his arms. Wonwoo holds onto him, his heart racing wildly in his chest, “Yah! You..big oaf! At least warn me!” he scolds the man, who doesn't seem to grasp just how strong he can be.
Mingyu remains silent as he carries Wonwoo into the bedroom and throws him onto the bed. Wonwoo doesn't protest, enjoying the rare display of strength. He lies on the bed, watching with heavy eyes as Mingyu crawls over, stopping by his feet. He lifts Wonwoo’s feet to his mouth, kissing the toes before moving onto the ankle as their eyes remain connected. Wonwoo takes deep breaths as MIngyu’s lips slide down his long leg. Wonwoo’s shorts slide down to pool around the base of his legs, and Mingyu’s lips reach his inner thigh, making Wonwoo suck in a breath when he kisses the skin.
Wonwoo arches his back, closing his eyes as Mingyu’s thumbs rub his inner thighs, painfully close to his swollen cock, now putting pressure on the delicate lace. Wonwoo wants out already, he wants Mingyu to see. But a hint of worry remains in his gut.
The warmth of Mingyu’s lips leaves Wonwoo’s skin, making the man look up at his lover. Mingyu’s eyes remain on the prize, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He gives it a quick tug and Wonwoo can only hide his face in shame once the shorts are off and he’s left raw and open in front of Mingyu like this. For a few seconds, he doesn't dare to look at Mingyu, hiding behind his hands. But he feels so exposed, and it makes him close his legs. But Mingyu grabs onto his ankle roughly, and Wonwoo gasps, turning to look at him finally. The sight of Mingyu’s dark eyes, dripping with lust and greed, makes Wonwoo shiver.
Mingyu stares at the red lace hugging Wonwoo’s hips. He ingrains this sight into his brain : of Wonwoo’s leaky, swollen cock bulging against the red fabric, perfectly constrained in it. Pre-cum stains the beautiful lace, and Mingyu groans.
Holy fuck, he screams mentally, this is better than I’d imagined.
Wonwoo, unaware of Mingyu’s thoughts, slides his hand between his legs, closing them shyly. He assumes Mingyu’s silence to be disgust, but the latter surprises him by grabbing his legs and hoisting them over his shoulders. Before Wonwoo can so much as even squeak, Mingyu’s between his legs, kissing his erection. Wonwoo gasps, fingers tangling in Mingyu’s hair as the taller man continues to press wet, sloppy kisses on his cock through the lace. Wonwoo shuts his eyes, the friction from the lace’ texture making heat pool in his gut.
“Fuck,” MIngyu groans, “youre so pretty,” he breathes out, licking a stripe along his shaft, making Wonwoo moan out loud, “Min-ah–”
Sometimes, Wonwoo forgets how tall Mingyu is, how big his proportions are, because he startles when Mingyu slides his hands under Wonwoo’s tee, reaching his chest and groping his pecs shamelessly. Wonwoo grows breathless with every movement of Mingyu’s hands, with every lick of his tongue, and with every sound he elicits as he enjoys the lace. Slowly, Wonwoo’s insecurities wash away.
Mingyu pauses his actions for a while, looking up at Wonwoo, “let me remind you that I’ll always want you, Won-ah,” he says, biting the lace and tugging it, allowing Wonwoo’s cock to spring out. Wonwoo doesn't have the time to process the shock of Mingyu’s hot tongue on his cock when he feels spit-slick fingers circle his rim, gaining smooth entry. Wonwoo scrunches his eyes shut, gasping for breath as Mingyu’s tongue swirls around his cock, “let me take care of you,” Mingyu slurs around his shaft, kissing it before taking it fully in his mouth as his fingers slide inside his ass. His free hand massages his balls, and Wonwoo’s a crying, moaning mess as Mingyu fucks him and sucks him.
MIngyu hollows his cheeks around Wonwoo's cock, pushing him closer to an orgasm. With two of his fingers knuckle deep in Wonwoo’s ass, the older man can't help but let go of his resistance when pressure is applied to his prostate. With Mingyu continuing to finger-fuck him, Wonwoo cums unannounced, spilling cum all over Mingyu’s handsome face. He lets out a broken moan as his body trembles all over.
Wonwoo catches his breath and looks up at Mingyu through his lashes as the man pulls away and wipes the cum off his lips and face, smirking delightfully as he licks his fingers. Wonwoo swallows, his dick beginning to harden again at the view. Mingyu’s fingers remain inside Wonwoo as he moves up to pepper kisses all over his exposed chest.
“Min…Min-ah..I feel…” Wonwoo twitches as a third finger slides in. Mingyu laps at Wonwoo’s skin, groaning and moaning as he tastes him, “you're gorgeous, Won,” Mingyu says. The places he kisses turn into purple blooms, adorning Wonwoo’s bare chest, “You’re so beautiful, baby. I could ogle at you all day,” he says, scissoring him and Wonwoo replies with a needy moan and a sly roll of the hips, begging for more, “Min…”
Mingyu smirks, nibbling on his nipple, swirling his tongue around it, biting it and sucking it, making pre-cum leak out of Wonwoo’s wanton cock again. He’s upset that the panties have been soiled but with Mingyu’s fingers curling inside of him, it's the least of his worries. Wonwoo’s toes begin to curl and his chest begins to heave as his orgasm nears.
“Min…please…I want you inside, please,” he breathes out and Mingyu chuckles in his ear, giving it a bite before pulling away. The fingers leave his hole and Wonwoo whines. He’s not in his senses as Mingyu effortlessly rolls him onto his stomach, raising his lower half on his knees. Dazed, Wonwoo turns his neck to look back at Mingyu, who snuck his hand into his pants to pull out his cock.
Mingyu swallows at the naughty sight before him. Of Wonwoo’s balls and cock hanging outside the confines of the red lace, dripping with cum. Mingyu strokes himself, while his free hand reaches for Wonwoo’s ass. He kneads it, and licks his lips before sliding his thumb between his cheeks, where the lace had retreated to, covering his hole.
Fuck , Mingyu hastens the pace on his cock.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!!
He swiftly slides the fabric to the side, exposing Wonwoo’s fluttering and puckering hole. It twitches under Mingyu’s lustful gaze, begging to be filled, glistening from Mingyu’s spit. Mingyu cannot get over how good Wonwoo’s ass looks in these panties. The red contrasts perfectly with his milky skin, and don't even get him started on the imprints the lace leaves on Wonwoo’s skin.
“Mingyu, don't stare,” Wonwoo whines, rolling his hips. Mingyu grabs his hips with his hands, using his thumbs to part his cheeks fully and expose his needy hole. Something about the red panties makes it all the more better. Wonwoo looks like he’s about to say something but Mingyu cuts him off by burying his face in his ass. Wonwoo half-gasps, half-moans, his back arching when Mingyu begins to lick incessantly at his hole.
“Ming–hnngh–” tears fill Wonwoo’s eyes as Mingyu kneads his ass whilst eating him out, his tongue circling his rim before pushing in.
“You taste divine,” Mingyu groans, “you look amazing, even here,” Mingyu says, fucking him with his tongue. Wonwoo’s hips stutter but Mingyu holds him in place. Wonwoo falls onto his face, overstimulated from all the sensations. But Mingyu has more for him in the bag. Soon, his tongue is replaced by his fingers and those thick digits begin to scissor him open. Wonwoo cries out loud, overwhelmed with pleasure as Mingyu adds a third digit and stretches him out. Wonwoo’s control over his voice disappears almost completely, and without a worry for the neighbors, he continues to moan and whine and whimper and sob as Mingyu preps him.
“Love it,” Mingyu says, spanking his ass softly, “love how soft yet firm you are here,” he gropes his butt, “You're so fucking amazing, Won,”
“Please!” Wonwoo sobs, “fuck me already,” he pleads, “want you in here,” he rolls his hips, fucking himself on Mingyu’s fingers, “fingers arent enough, Min, please, please fuck me, please,” Wonwoo blabbers mindlessly, and Mingyu chuckles. He pulls his fingers out and leans over to kiss Wonwoo’s temple. He uses the opportunity to reach for the lube in the drawer.
He pulls back and settles on his knees, pouring a generous amount over his cock and stroking it. He shuffles closer to Wonwoo, aligning his cock with wonwoo’s hole, reveling at the fact that his cock is so much bigger than his hole. He rests his cock in between Wonwoo’s cheeks, and the latter rocks his hips against it, letting both his hole and the lace rub against Mingyu’s cock.
“Fuck,” Mingyu keels over, resting his hands on the bed from around Wonwoo, looking at his shoulders narrow into his tiny waist. Mingyu leans down to kiss his shoulders, biting them and moving down to his back. Wonwoo whimpers as simultaneously, Mingyu’s cock pushes into his hole. He grits his teeth as Mingyu slowly and gradually buries himself completely inside of Wonwoo.
“Breathe,” Mingyu whispers in Wonwoo’s ears, massaging his hips, “breathe, Won,” he says as he fills up Wonwoo with his cock. Wonwoo takes deep breaths, clenching around Mingyu’s cock that’s stretching him out.
“So big….” he whines, “I love it that you are so big,” he wriggles his hips and Mingyu chuckles, growing larger inside of him, making Wonwoo whimper delightfully.
“Can I move, love?” Mingyu asks, and Wonwoo nods, “yes, please,”
Mingyu pulls away from Wonwoo and begins to move, slowly at first, watching as Wonwoo squirms and wriggles with every movement, wiggling his ass. MIngyu gulps, turned on by the sight of his cock stretching Wonwoo out, sliding in and out of his tight ass. He’s so hot, his insides pulsating. And when Mingyu picks up pace, Wonwoo begins to let out small moans in sync. MIngyu bites his lip, groaning as the taut lace fabric rubs against his bare cock, only adding to his pleasure. He’s not going to last long like this. He wants to finish it once and for all. So, he pulls out and flips Wonwoo over, ogling at his sweaty chest and leaky cock spilling out of the confines of the lace.
“Youre so fucking gorgeous, Wonwoo,” Mingyu kisses his hand, sliding inside of him. Wonwoo swallows, using the opportunity to ogle back at Mingyu, at his golden and sweaty skin, at the way he combs his hair with his fingers, at the way his abs flex, at the way his chest bounces with every thrust. Wonwoo raises his arms, a silent plea asking Mingyu to embrace him, to put his weight on him. Mingyu smiles handsomely, interlocking their fingers, making it obvious just how much larger Mingyu’s hand is when compared to Wonwoo’s, how larger his everything is compared to WOnwoo. Wonwoo loves it, he loves it so much that Mingyu’s so big, so thick… everywhere.
Mingyu settles in between Wonwoo’s limbs, pushing himself further into Wonwoo’s hole, bending the man in half. Thank goodness for his flexibility. Mingyu groans, overwhelmed by the tightness of Wonwoo’s ass. Wonwoo holds onto him, “oh, Min, you’re so huge,” he moans and Mingyu smirks proudly. He loves when Wonwoo’s vocal about things like this.
“You're incredible,” Mingyu kisses his shoulder, thrusting into his ass, “you're amazing, Won, so beautiful,” he says as Wonwoo moans and whimpers with each thrust, with each slide of his cock. His nails drag down the expanse of Mingyu’s back, leaving marks all over, like marking MIngyu as his. It only riles up MIngyu more, who crashes their lips in a sloppy kiss as he circles and rolls his hips, stretching Wonwoo, reaching all the erogenous spots inside of him.
“Coming…” Wonwoo weakly warns, his hold on Mingyu tightening as the thrusts get intense. Mingyu changes the angle ever so slightly and all of a sudden, his cock is stabbing into Wonwoo’s prostate, making his eyes go wide and his body twitch and tighten. Wonwoo’s cumming already, mouth open in a silent moan as Mingyu fucks into him. Pleasure courses through his body and he cums all over himself, his back arching painfully. Mingyu continues to fuck Wonwoo through his orgasm, milking more and more.
“Fuck, me too,” Mingyu warns before the last thread of control snaps and he empties himself into Wonwoo’s ass, his hips stuttering as cum begins to spill out of his hole before being pushed in again, frothing from the movement. A few more thrusts later, MIngyu’s body gives up and he collapses onto Wonwoo.
The two catch their breaths, and Wonwoo enjoys MIngyu’s weight on him, his body finally relaxing. MIngyu musters the strength to flip Wonwoo over and peppers kisses all over his face, “that was amazing, you were amazing,” he says as Wonwoo loosely and lazily wraps his arms around Mingyu, smiling, content. Mingyu continues to speak, but energy leaves Wonwoo’s body, and before he knows it, he falls asleep to the sound of Mingyu’s voice and the feel of his body atop him.
–
What wakes Wonwoo up is the aroma of buldak ramen, getting stronger every second, as if approaching him. He sits up and sleepily sniffles, trying to locate the source. Finally, he turns to the door and watches Mingyu walk in with a bowl, stirring the contents inside, undeniably his favorite Ramen.
When Mingyu notices that he’s awake, he smiles, walking over to him and settling on the bed. He stirs the ramen as Wonwoo blinks away his sleep, looking around the room and at himself. Everything is clean.
“Open up,” MIngyu says and Wonwoo obliges, allowing his boyfriend to feed him a bite. MIngyu smiles as Wonwoo slurps up the noodles. He wipes the sauce off Wonowo’s lips and licks them off his fingers, making Wonwoo blush. MIngyu giggles.
“I have a question,” Mingyu asks after a moment of silence. Wonwoo cocks his brows, “yeah?”
A blush forms on Mingyu’s cheeks, “do you have, uh, more?” his eyes dart over to his side, at a pair of red lace panties resting on the desk, completely soiled from all their….
fluids
. Wonwoo glares at MIngyu, the perpetrator who made the most of the panties. MIngyu smiles apologetically and Wonwoo can't bring himself to stay mad at him anymore.
So he offers a truce, averting his gaze, “only if you buy them for me,” he says.
“Done!” Mingyu says almost immediately, making Wonwoo’s eyes go wide in surprise. Mingyu chuckles and leans in to kiss his lover.
He can't wait for what's to come.