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Friends and alcohol are never a good combination, especially when they start getting on Mingyu's nerves. Tonight is not an exception either.
"Okay but getting head is the best," Chan mumbles drunkenly, nursing an almost empty bottle of tequila. Mingyu doesn't know where he got it from, considering the party was at his house and he surely didn't have tequila at home.
"Why are we even talking about-"
"Mingyu shut up," Soonyoung shushes him with an uncoordinated hand slapping over Mingyu's mouth. "Getting head is good, but have you ever given head, Chan-ah?" Soonyoung slurs, smirking lazily.
"I would, only if my girlfriend would allow me to," Chan pouts, and Mingyu thinks he sees the tell-tale signs of a full-blown cry-fest manifesting in front of his eyes.
"Chan, it's alright!" He rushes to say, trying to console his friend before he starts crying all over his couch. He's glad Chan and Soonyoung's girlfriends aren't around to see the emotional messes their boyfriends are, but he's also starting to feel a little less happy about offering his place for 'Boys Night.'
"Why won't she let me eat her out?" Chan sniffles, and Soonyoung sympathizes with a sniffle of his own. Mingyu can't believe his fate.
"Guys, I will not appreciate the two of you crying in my living room about not getting to give your girlfriends head," Mingyu states firmly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You talk like you have all the experience," A fourth person joins the conversation, and Mingyu turns to see: Wonwoo.
She's dressed in nothing but a ratty band t-shirt, and short shorts that leave almost the entire expanse of her legs bare. Mingyu's mouth dries up at the sight of her, and his heart aches a little, reminded of the fight they had before his friends came over.
It was heated and nonsensical, over something that mattered to Wonwoo and he forgot, which is why it took lesser time for things to worsen. The fight ended when Soonyoung rang the doorbell and Wonwoo ignored Mingyu's try at an apology, turning on her heel to lock herself up in the bedroom for the night.
"Yeah, Gyu," Soonyoung teases. It's easy to make Mingyu the subject of all jokes, because of how easily he gets provoked. It's even easier when his own girlfriend gangs up against him. "You talk like you have a lot of experience giving your girl head." Soonyoung smiles smugly.
"I- I won't even respond to that," Mingyu sighs, eyes flitting between Wonwoo's amused expression and Soonyoung's drunk antics. "It's rude and offensive to talk about my girlfriend that w-"
"You didn't have a problem yelling in my face earlier, did you?" Wonwoo cuts him off, her tone mean.
"Oooh, someone's in trouble," Chan giggles, sensing the obvious tension between Mingyu and Wonwoo.
"God, can we just switch the topic?" Mingyu huffs, annoyed. "I really don't wanna talk about giving head, and-"
"If you don't want to talk about it, it means you suck at it," Soonyoung says before Mingyu can even finish his sentence. "Or you don't actually, if you know what I mean." He winks exaggeratedly.
"I'm not bad at giving head! Can we stop this now?" Mingyu blurts out, but Wonwoo seems even more insistent to make Mingyu feel worse.
"Hm, I think you're over-selling it," Wonwoo hums, and Soonyoung lets out a squeak of delight. "You're not that good at head either. Average, at best."
"I knew it! Mingyu wasn't some sex god, ha!" Soonyoung hollers, and Mingyu doesn't know if he feels angered or upset.
He knows Wonwoo is lying, he can see it in the way she barely hides her bratty smile. But most importantly, he knows Wonwoo is lying because he's had her fall apart on his tongue countless times. He eats Wonwoo out before she sleeps to help her relax, or in the morning to wake her up, or when she's wearing that black dress that hugs her waist perfectly, or when she's sitting on that couch in pajamas, the same couch Soonyoung is leaning on, and begging him to keep going.
He knows Wonwoo is lying. And he couldn't care less about Soonyoung thinking he's bad at eating pussy, but he sure as hell won't take it from his girlfriend.
"Okay, that's it. Party's over," He announces abruptly, getting up from the floor. "Soonyoung, Chan, out."
"Can I take the tequila with me?" Chan mumbles.
"It's not even mine, Chan. Just take it," Mingyu says, and within the next twenty minutes, the two drunk men have been safely sent on their way home. Mingyu finally turns to look at Wonwoo, who had already left the living room, the anger she flared in him earlier during the fight, and later when she mocked his skills, comes to a boil once again, and he enters the bedroom to set the record straight.
Wonwoo is lying up against the headboard, bare legs stretched out in front of her, and an uninterested look on her face as she scrolls through her phone. She's trying to pretend as if she's nonchalant.
Mingyu sees through it all.
"What was that earlier?" He asks, trying to keep his calm. He doesn't want this to turn into another fight, as much as it already feels like one.
"What are you talking about?" Wonwoo replies, not taking her eyes off her phone. At Mingyu's silence, she looks up at him with a bored look, eyes lighting up when she meets the fury brewing in his.
"Oh, that?" Wonwoo asks, feigning innocence. "That was the truth, wasn't it?"
"You know damn well it isn't," Mingyu's voice is a low growl, and despite being pissed off at him for the argument, Wonwoo can't deny the sparks of arousal in her gut.
"Oh really? You think I was lying about it?" Wonwoo challenges, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe you should learn how to accept your mistakes, Mingyu, because I said the truth."
"Or maybe," Mingyu fires back, his voice turning low and deep as he crawls onto the bed and settles in between his girfriend's spread legs. "The truth is, you've realized that you were wrong about the whole fight, and you just want to get a reaction out of me by lying."
Wonwoo's breath hitches at the intense gaze mingyu's eyes have on her, and Mingyu smirks. "That seem about right, baby?"
"Whatever," Wonwoo scoffs, going back to her phone. "I'm not changing my mind."
Mingyu decides to switch tactics then.
"But won't you at least let me redeem myself?" Mingyu tilts his head, lips forming a natural pout, and god, Wonwoo just wants his mouth to be between her legs already. Mingyu can sense the exact second Wonwoo lets go of the facade.
"Okay, try to make me cum on your tongue, and then we'll see," Wonwoo decides, as if the night wasn't going to end up this way already.
Mingyu grins sharply at the permission he's been given, and he dives in immediately.
He runs his hands up Wonwoo's legs, pulling them apart abruptly so he can lay on his stomach, face placed right in front of her core. Her shorts come off next, and Mingyu nearly goes delirious at the smell of her arousal, hitting him even through her underwear.
"For all the talk about me not being good at giving head, you seem pretty wet already," He remarks, letting his index finger trace Wonwoo's slit through her panties.
"Are you sure you're not just stalling right now?" Wonwoo bites back. "All bark and no bite, hm?"
Wonwoo's words trail off into a loud moan when Mingyu darts his tongue out to lick at the slick gathering in her panties, applying the perfect amount of pressure; not too light, not too heavy, just enough to make her squirm. Wonwoo has to bite her lips to stop herself from begging for more. Lucky for her, Mingyu knows just what she wants.
With an experienced move of his hands, Wonwoo's panties are off and thrown to a corner of the room, and Mingyu presses his lips against her dripping core, almost like he's coaxing it open with a soft kiss. Before she can complain again, Mingyu brings up two fingers to spread apart Wonwoo's folds, and he laps up the arousal dripping from her twitching hole with his tongue, making his girlfriend whine loud and high.
"Shit, you taste so sweet," Mingyu nearly whines himself, his words sending shivers down Wonwoo's spine because of the way they're spoken into her most sensitive parts. "Could live off your taste, baby. I love it."
And then, he snaps.
His tongue lays flat against her slit and licks a broad stripe up Wonwoo's cunt, and she honest to god shivers at how good it feels. His movements are quick now, tongue noisily slurping away at her juices.
Finally, he gets to her clit, the bundle of nerves begging for his touch. He rubs over it with the tip of his tongue, and Wonwoo's hips arch off the bed at the stimulation. Mingyu keeps her anchored to the bed with an arm swung over her hips, and she has no choice but to withstand the absolute torture he begins on her clit.
He wraps his lips around the bud and sucks. Wonwoo lets out a scream at that, legs closing in around Mingyu's head, locking him in between her legs, as if he was born just to live there. He sucks harshly at her clit over and over again, and she can't help but grind her cunt down on his face, entire body craving for more.
"Fuck, Min- don't stop," Wonwoo gasps when he thrusts a finger into her hole, his attack on her clit not relenting in the slightest. She feels his smirk against her core, but she's too far gone to even feel pissed about it.
Wonwoo's fingers curl in Mingyu's hair, tugging on the dark locks to keep him in place as she rides his face.
"Tongue- need your tongue in me, please," Wonwoo begs, and Mingyu complies, slowly thrusting his tongue into her hole, while his nose bumps against her clit.
"Fuck, shit, Mingyu, gonna cum, don't stop," Wonwoo mewls. The heat building in her core reaches a high, and she's cumming on Mingyu's tongue, thighs shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.
Mingyu's mouth stays glued to her pussy, licking up every last drop of Wonwoo's orgasm, but he doesn't stop there. His lips create soft, smacking sounds as he presses his mouth to her sopping cunt again, almost as if he's making out with her pussy.
Her hips buck up from the sensitivity, and it's not long before he's giving her another orgasm, this one leaving Wonwoo boneless and her head empty.
"Mingyu, no more, no more," Wonwoo pants, trying to pull away from his touch, and he finally stops. He lifts his head up from it's place between her legs, he has a cocky smile plastered to his lips, and Wonwoo's wetness makes the lower half of his face glisten.
"Did you figure out whether I was lying or not?" Mingyu asks, and Wonwoo hits him on the chest.
"This doesn't solve anything," Wonwoo grumbles. "I'm still mad about before."
Mingyu sighs, kneeling between her legs now. "I'm sorry, about earlier. I was stupid for losing my cool and yelling. But you need to see my side too; work has been hectic and wishing your sister on her birthday really did slip my mind. I texted her the second I realized, and I felt so bad about it, but I didn't do it intentionally. You do know that, right?"
Wonwoo processes his words, now that they're both are a bit more calm. She knows Mingyu's boss has been troubling him more than usual. He returns home late and leaves early in the morning, and it's only human of him to forget her sister's birthday. She realizes that she needs to apologize too.
"I know, I'm sorry Mingyu," Wonwoo mumbles. "I don't know why I just blew up on you like that. Heck, even I forgot my sister's birthday once. I shouldn't have taken things this far."
Mingyu lays down next to Wonwoo, pulling her body close to his to wrap her in a tight hug. He strokes her hair and presses a kiss to her forehead. "It's okay, Wons. You've been stressed too, I know. Let's just talk things out next time, yeah?"
"Yeah," Wonwoo nods, kissing him on the lips, tasting herself on his tongue. "The make-up sex is great, though."
"That it is," Mingyu chuckles. "I can't believe you told Soonyoung I wasn't good at giving head. He's never gonna let me forget this."
"Only if he remembers it in the morning," Wonwoo jokes, referring to Soonyoung's tendencies to get black-out drunk and forget everything the next day. She spends some more time wrapped up in Mingyu's embrace, when her boyfriend shifts, and she's made aware of his very obvious boner.
"You never got to cum," You pout up at him, and he waves you off. "I'm alright," Mingyu insists, but Wonwoo already has a plan brewing in her head.
She rolls away from Mingyu to lay on her back and tug her t-shirt off, and Mingyu gulps at the sight of her bare chest.
"Wanna fuck my tits?"
"You're evil," Mingyu whines. "Using my weakness against me."
"You still love me," Wonwoo winks at him, and Mingyu doesn't wait for any other signal. He's quick in tugging his pants and underwear off, hissing when his erection is exposed to the cool air.
Wonwoo licks her lips at the sight of Mingyu's cock; standing tall, an angry shade of red, and the perfect length and girth that makes her see stars every time.
"You sure you wanna?" Mingyu asks, just to check, and Wonwoo nods eagerly, so he smiles at her, leaning down to capture her lips in a sloppy kiss. His kisses move from her lips to her jaw, down her neck, and eventually her chest, tiny, red marks blooming in the wake of his touch. He swirls his tongue over a nipple, while his hand tugs and pinches the other one, making Wonwoo's back arch.
"Gyu," Wonwoo sighs, pushing him away. "This is about you now."
"Impatient much?" He teases, pressing a kiss to Wonwoo's cheek before carefully moving up to straddle her stomach. Wonwoo pushes her tits together, and he slowly slides his cock into the tight gap formed between her breasts, hissing softly as he's wrapped in warm skin.
"Love fucking your tits, Wonwoo, they're perfect," Mingyu rambles, switching out his slow thrusts for a faster pace. He lasts for a long time on a normal day, but coupled with all the teasing, fighting and eating Wonwoo out, he's close to tipping over the edge.
Wonwoo gathers up some saliva in her mouth and lowers her chin to spit into the gap between her breasts, making the slide smoother for Mingyu. His thrusts are erratic now, his tip hitting her chin a few times. It's not long before he's groaning, chasing his release. "Can I come on your face, doll? please?"
"Give it to me Gyu, c'mon," Wonwoo eggs him on further, and he lets out a throaty moan at that. Soon, Mingyu is pulling out and Wonwoo uses her hand to quickly jerk him off. His cum lands in white, thick streaks across her cheeks, lips, nose, and some of it reaches her hairline too.
Mingyu can only stare at Wonwoo as she gathers his release with her fingers, sucking them clean as she maintains eye contact with him. It drives Mingyu crazy, and he can't resist himself from swooping down and kissing his girlfriend messily, the bitter taste of his orgasm coating his tongue as well.
"That was....fun," Wonwoo laughs breathily when Mingyu finally lays down next to her, both their chests heaving with exertion.
"I would be up to do it again," Mingyu replies without missing a beat. "10/10, would recommend."
"Recommend to who?" Wonwoo laughs, and Mingyu blinks, before responding. "Me. Myself. Kim Mingyu. No one else."
"Noted," Wonwoo mock salutes, and they both burst into laughter. "Can we shower now, please?" Mingyu thinks for a while before answering. "Only if you promise to text Soonyoung and tell him that whatever you said about me was a lie."
"You want me texting another man about how good you are at eating me out?" Wonwoo clarifies, and Mingyu nods.
"God, men are so weird," She feigns an expression of disgust, and Mingyu giggles, eyes twinkling as he says, "You still love me."
"That I do."
"Oh my God, you're such a sap."
"Kim Mingyu, I'm going to kick you in the balls."
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