Lacy Euphoria

🔞 Adults 18+. MDNI. Fictional fanwork using names fictitiously for entertainment. Not real, endorsed, affiliated, or a claim of real events. All romantic and sexual content is between consenting adults. Please consume fiction with media literacy intact.

Originally published on AO3 and updated.

The storm arrived a little after midnight, swallowing the skyline beneath sheets of rain. You were curled into the corner of the couch wearing one of Mingi’s shirts and nothing beneath it, barely looking at your phone while he stood near the windows with a drink in his hand. When thunder rattled the glass, he caught its timing beneath his breath and answered with a few improvised bars.

Mingi rapped about the city disappearing outside, the liquor warming his chest, and the woman wearing his shirt who refused to admit she was listening. His voice settled easily between the thunder and rain, unpolished but confident. When he looked over and found your phone dark in your hand, he slowed his flow and described bare thighs beneath white cotton.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, fitting the question into the rhythm before lifting his glass.

You glanced down at your phone and told him, “I’m waiting for the song to get good,” but Mingi laughed as he left the window. He came toward you without abandoning the verse, rapping about women who stole a man’s clothes and acted surprised when he wanted them back.

“You’re showing off,” you said as he stopped between your knees.

“I started showing off when you walked in dressed like that.” Mingi opened the first button of his black shirt, then caught your ankle and drew your leg across his hip. “You’re just finally paying attention.”

He undid another button while his thumb stroked the inside of your calf. You watched his shirt open across his chest, but before he could reach the next one, you grabbed the fabric and pulled him down. His laugh disappeared into the kiss as he braced one hand beside your head.

“You ruined the striptease,” he said against your mouth, although his hand was already sliding beneath the shirt you wore.

“It was taking too long.”

Mingi reached the bare curve of your ass and squeezed it. His fingers traveled between your thighs, finding your pussy wet and uncovered. “No panties,” he said, looking at you with open satisfaction. “You came out here like this and expected me to finish the song?”

“I expected you to notice sooner.”

“I noticed immediately.” He ran two fingers through your wetness and circled your clit. “I wanted to see how long you could sit there acting unaffected.”

You opened your legs farther while his fingers continued moving. “You know I wasn’t unaffected.”

“I know now.”

His mouth returned to yours as he stroked your clit, keeping the pressure light until your hips began following his hand. He gathered the shirt at your waist and pulled it over your head, leaving you naked beneath the flashes of lightning. His attention moved over your body with enough hunger to make you feel touched before his mouth reached your breast.

Mingi sucked one nipple between his lips while his fingers kept working between your thighs. You held the back of his neck, arching into him when his tongue circled the sensitive point. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention before kissing down your stomach.

“Do you want my mouth?” he asked from between your open legs.

You slid your fingers into his hair and answered, “I want you to stop asking questions you already know the answer to.”

Mingi smiled against your thigh. “Still yes?”

“Still yes.”

His tongue touched your clit before you finished speaking. Your body tensed, and he repeated the slow lick while holding your hips near the edge of the couch. He dragged his tongue through your wetness, tasted you at your entrance, then returned to your clit with the patience he had refused to show during the kiss.

You pulled his hair when he began circling too slowly. Mingi looked up and asked, “Not enough?” before flattening his tongue and letting you grind against it. The sight of his face between your thighs made your stomach tighten.

“There,” you said, lifting your hips. “Keep your mouth right there.”

He did until your breathing became uneven, then slid two fingers inside your pussy. The first curl made your back lift from the cushions. Mingi watched you while his tongue worked your clit and his fingers found the place that made your thighs close around his shoulders.

He pushed them open again and held you there. “Don’t hide from it.”

“I’m not hiding.”

“You’re trying to crush my head.”

“You’ll survive.”

His laugh vibrated against your clit, sending pleasure sharply through you. Mingi sucked it between his lips and began fucking you faster with his fingers, maintaining the angle while your hand tightened in his hair.

The storm faded behind the wet sounds of his mouth and the moans you stopped trying to contain. You warned him when your orgasm began gathering, but Mingi only pulled you closer and told you to come on his tongue. His fingers curled again, and your pussy clenched around them as the release broke through you.

You came with your hips lifting into his mouth and your thighs trembling around his head. Mingi kept licking until pleasure became too sharp and you pushed weakly at his shoulder. He kissed your swollen clit once before rising between your legs, your wetness shining across his lips.

“You still think the freestyle was bad?” he asked.

You pulled him into a kiss and tasted yourself on his tongue. “I think your mouth is better when it’s busy.”

Mingi caught your lower lip between his teeth. “Turn around.”

You moved onto your knees and faced the back of the couch while he pushed his trousers and briefs down. The tear of a condom wrapper sounded beneath the rain. He rolled it on, then spread your knees and smoothed both hands over your ass.

His palm landed across one cheek hard enough to make you gasp. Mingi rubbed the heat into your skin before spanking the other side. “Still good?”

“Yes.” You pushed your ass toward him. “Do it again.”

He gave you two more, alternating sides until your skin burned beneath his hand. His fingers slipped through your wetness afterward, gathering what his mouth had left behind before he dragged the head of his dick along your pussy.

You looked back at him and ordered, “Fuck me.”

Mingi pushed inside slowly, giving your body time to stretch around him. When his hips met yours, he held still with both hands at your waist. You moved against him impatiently and told him to stop waiting.

His first hard thrust drove you forward into the cushions. The second made your mouth fall open. Mingi pulled you back to meet him, settling into a pace that filled the room with skin, breath, and the creak of the couch.

You lowered your chest and raised your hips, changing the angle until his dick reached deeper. Mingi groaned and tightened his grip. “That’s what you wanted?”

“Exactly that.” You held the couch and pushed back to meet him. “Don’t change it.”

He fucked you harder, pulling almost completely out before driving into you again. One hand left your waist and struck your ass, laying fresh heat over the fading sting. You moaned into the cushion, and he did it again.

“What happened to all those clever lines?” you asked when he bent over your back.

“You distracted me.” His mouth found the back of your neck while his hips kept moving. “Your pussy feels too good for conversation.”

“That sounds like an excuse.”

Mingi answered with a thrust that made your voice break. He gathered your hair away from your neck and kissed beneath your ear, praising how tightly you took him while his rhythm became rougher.

You reached between your thighs, but he caught your wrist and moved your hand to the couch. “Let me.”

Mingi pulled you upright against his chest. One arm locked around your waist while his other hand slid down your stomach and found your swollen clit. Your head fell against his shoulder as he continued fucking you from behind, his fingers moving in firm circles.

Lightning flashed across the windows, giving you a dark reflection of his body curved around yours. You watched his hand move between your thighs while his dick filled you, each thrust forcing another sound from your mouth.

“You like watching?” he asked, his breath uneven beside your ear.

“Yes.”

“Then watch yourself come.”

He increased the pressure against your clit without slowing his hips. You held his arm while the orgasm built faster than you could control. Your pussy began tightening around his dick, and Mingi cursed as he felt it.

“I’m close,” you said, struggling to keep your eyes on the window.

“I know. Give it to me.”

Your second orgasm hit harder than the first. You came around him with your body shaking against his chest and your nails digging into his forearm. Mingi continued fucking you through every pulse, his rhythm losing its control as your pussy clenched around him.

You turned your face toward his and told him, “Come for me. I want to feel you lose it too.”

His mouth covered yours while he drove inside several more times. Mingi came with a strained sound against your lips, holding you tightly as his hips slowed. Neither of you moved until the trembling eased and the thunder had traveled farther from the apartment.

After disposing of the condom, Mingi returned with a warm cloth and water. He cleaned you carefully, then pulled his shirt over your shoulders and settled beside you beneath the blanket. You curled against his chest while rain continued tapping softly at the windows.

The sky had begun turning pale when you looked outside and said, “You really fucked me until sunrise over a freestyle.”

“A good freestyle,” Mingi corrected, kissing your temple.

“It was decent. Your mouth did most of the work.”

His hand slipped beneath the shirt and moved lazily along your back. “My mouth was part of the performance.”

You lifted your head and found him smiling, still smug despite the exhaustion around his eyes. “You’re not allowed to rap during thunderstorms anymore.”

“That sounds like fear.”

“It’s concern for your ego.”

Mingi drew you closer as distant thunder rolled beyond the waking city. “Next storm, I’ll write a second verse.”

You felt him getting hard beneath you and smiled against his mouth. “Make it filthier.”