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“Guess what day it is! It’s Myungho day!”
Minghao blearily blinks her eyes open, squinting at the bright overhead light.
Soonyoung is standing at the end of the bed, practically vibrating with excitement. Her shakiness makes the silverware on the tray she’s holding clatter.
“What time is it?” Minghao asks, her voice a bit rough.
“It’s breakfast time! On Myungho day!”
Soonyoung pads over to the bed, waiting for Minghao to sit up so she can set the tray down.
“I didn’t make it all myself—I know, I’m sure you can hardly believe it—but I did do the fruit!”
The tray Soonyoung sets on her lap holds a plate of the little fruit pastries (Mingyu’s creation, which Minghao often raves about), a cup of tea Minghao recognized from the scent that wafted up from it (Soonyoung asked Junhui for help, she later explains, wanting to find Minghao’s favorite from home), and pieces of fruit carved into slightly messy little hearts that Soonyoung looks extremely proud of.
Minghao’s heart skips in her chest. She takes the cup, blowing at the stream over it before taking a sip. Her eyes slide shut as the flavor flows over her tongue and warms her from the inside.
“This is… this is the sweetest thing anyone’s done for my birthday,” Minghao says earnestly. She feels a little more emotional than she lets on, because if she even slightly looks like she’s about to cry, Soonyoung will burst into tears.
Soonyoung beams, bringing a hand to her cheek so her palm almost covers her mouth. “Is it really?”
Minghao nods, returning the smile with what she hopes is as radiant as Soonyoung’s, though she knows it’s a high bar to reach. She pats the bed next to her as she pops a piece of melon in her mouth. “Come, let’s eat.”
Soonyoung shifts side to side. She’s trying hard to fight a smile, Minghao can tell. “Well, I was thinking…”
“Uh oh,” Minghao says, giggling when Soonyoung pouts at her. “Just teasing you, baby. What is it?” She reaches her hand out, and Soonyoung shuffles to the side of the bed to take it.
“I was thinking… I could eat something else…” Soonyoung says, voice growing quieter and more unsure with each word she says.
Minghao presses her lips together to restrain her grin, tilting her head and blinking up at Soonyoung. “What would you like? I think we have some eggs in the fridge. Although, it’s odd to ask me to cook for you on my birthday.”
Soonyoung whines, tugging Minghao’s arm back and forth.
Minghao tuts. “It’s so early, cub. My brain isn’t awake yet. You have to use your words if you want me to understand.”
“You’re so mean to me,” Soonyoung drawls, falling to her knees beside the bed and resting her chin on the palm Minghao offers for her. “I wanna eat you.”
“I think that’s illegal.”
Soonyoung nips at Minghao’s hand. She cups it around Soonyoung’s face, squishing her cheeks together and waiting patiently. It doesn’t take long.
“Can I please eat you out? I’ll make you feel so good, I promise! I know I haven’t done it before but I’ll be good!”
Minghao slides her thumb into Soonyoung’s mouth, holding back a groan at how eagerly she laps at it. “Does that mean you will wait patiently until I finish my breakfast? After all, the birthday girl eats first.”
Soonyoung’s eyes are wide and watery. She whimpers and drops her forehead to the bed to try to muffle the sound.
“Answer me, cub.”
“I’ll be good,” Soonyoung says, sounding pained to say it. “I can wait.”
“Good girl,” Minghao coos, combing her fingers through Soonyoung’s hair.
She tries her best to eat as slowly as she can, just to see how squirmy and desperate Soonyoung will get.
She watches Minghao the whole time, making little noises every so often to try to speed Minghao along. To be honest, it’s effective. Minghao can hardly think about the flavor of the pastries when her thoughts are full of Soonyoung not asking, but begging to eat her out first thing in the morning.
She pushes the tray towards Soonyoung. “Can you go set this somewhere safe? I think I’ll eat the rest later.”
Soonyoung scrambles up, all but ripping the tray from Minghao’s hands and scurrying out to the kitchen and back in record time. She leaps onto the bed, a tiger pouncing.
“You— fuck, mind your teeth, cub,” Minghao grits out, grabbing Soonyoung’s hair. She’d wasted no time before going for Minghao’s neck. She would regret letting Soonyoung know it was a sensitive area for her, if her mouth didn’t feel so amazing. She moans at the idea of it working down her body.
“I’m glad you sleep without a shirt on.” Soonyoung pushes herself to be properly sitting in Minghao’s lap, her hands falling to Minghao’s ribcage and lightly trailing up. “My pretty Myungho. My birthday girl.”
“I love you,” Minghao says breathlessly, pulling Soonyoung down to kiss her.
“I love you more.” Soonyoung kisses her deeply before she can argue.
She immediately starts an agonizingly slow trail of open mouth kisses down her body, lingering on her chest and leaving little marks here and there.
She stops at Minghao’s stomach. Her eyebrows pinch, and she’s frowning now, staring at Minghao’s belly button like it’d personally offended her.
“What’s wrong, princess?”
Soonyoung shivers at the name Minghao saves for special occasions, knowing how much it gets to her. “I’m just… What if I suck at it?”
“That’s one method you could use, yes.”
Soonyoung whines, nipping at Minghao’s hip.
Minghao laughs and combs her fingers through Soonyoung’s hair. Her perfect girlfriend, always eager to please. “Don’t worry. Really, I’m sure you’ll be a natural, and anything you do to me feels good. Just do what you feel like is right, I’ll help you out.”
Soonyoung hums. She then takes the waistband of Minghao’s boxers between her teeth, an action that should look ridiculous. But the way Soonyoung looks up at her, eyes desperate as ever, makes it one of the hottest things she’s ever seen.
“Make me feel good.”
It’s all Soonyoung needs to tear Minghao’s underwear off, shifting down between her legs.
“I’m starting to think that whole shy thing was just an act,” Minghao accuses.
Soonyoung cocks her head, giving her an evil little smile. “Partially, because I know you love it.” She smooths her hands up Minghao’s bare thighs, across the soft downy hair and softer skin, letting them slowly move to the inside of her legs. “I don’t want to be bad at it, though. Especially on your birthday. That’d be a shitty gift.”
Minghao grins, rubbing her thumb across Soonyoung’s cheek. “Luckily for you, I like teaching you how to do things.”
“Oh yeah?” Soonyoung teases, fingertips grazing just below where Minghao needs them. “Wanna give me a lesson, professor?”
Minghao stares at Soonyoung, knowing her face is fully expressing how horrified and incredulous she feels by the way her girlfriend bursts into giggles.
“You’re terrible. Don’t ever say that again.”
Soonyoung sticks out her tongue, fully putting her hands on Minghao’s thighs to push them further apart. With anyone else, Minghao would’ve felt embarrassed, pulling back to regain full control.
Being with Soonyoung has helped her come out of her shell in many ways, but especially with sex. She was used to always giving, never feeling comfortable being on the other end. It would usually take her longer to come, if she even came at all.
Soonyoung, on the other hand, is always so vulnerable, letting Minghao do whatever she pleases, unrestrained with her noises and words. She never made Minghao do anything she didn’t want to do, but she made sure to tell her every chance she got how badly she wanted to make Minghao come.
(And she did. In record time. It surprised them both, when she came after Soonyoung let out a whine in her ear as she slipped a finger inside Minghao.)
“Close your eyes.”
Minghao frowns. “Why?”
“I can’t start while you’re looking at me like that! Just let me… please? You can open them after.”
Minghao acquiesces.
It only takes seconds for Soonyoung’s tongue to lick up her slit and stop at her clit, sucking on it just slightly.
“Oh my fucking god,” Minghao groans. Soonyoung has hardly done anything, and she already feels unhinged, her eyes flying open as she tightens her hand in Soonyoung’s hair.
“Don’t try to flatter me,” Soonyoung mumbles against her, the vibration of her words making Minghao’s hips jerk.
“You know better than to accuse me of that,” Minghao grits out, because even she is amazed just how easy she can be for Soonyoung.
Soonyoung hums, making Minghao shudder again.
Minghao hardly has to tell Soonyoung how to do anything, because the woman is, as she is in most things, a natural. She can also read Minghao’s reactions well, adjusting quickly when she notices Minghao’s legs stop shaking as bad.
“Fuck, Young-ah. I can’t believe you’ve never done this.”
Soonyoung whines desperately, looking up at Minghao with eyes that encourage her to keep talking.
“Making me feel so good,” Minghao manages out, stumbling over her words a bit. “A little bit of a messy eater. You can’t help it, though, can you? Don’t whine, baby, I wasn’t complaining. I love seeing you so— fuck.”
Soonyoung has doubled down on her efforts, pulling away for a second to mumble, “Minghao, please, come in my mouth. Want it so bad, bǎo bèi.”
It crashes through her hard, Soonyoung begging for her to come with her native language on her tongue. Her back bends, and only Soonyoung’s grip on her hips keeps her from pushing off the bed completely.
It feels like it lasts forever, and Soonyoung doesn’t let up until Minghao is nearly overstimulated and pushing her head away.
Soonyoung rests her head on Minghao’s thigh, smiling up at her. The bottom of her face is glistening. “Good?”
Minghao lets out a disbelieving laugh, pulling Soonyoung up to lay on top of her.
“Mm. Really good.”
“Can’t believe a bit of mandarin was all it took to get you. I’m gonna ask Junhui to teach me more stuff.”
Minghao shudders. “Please do not repeat anything Junhui would tell you to say to me during sex. I can teach you.”
“That’s the second time you’ve mentioned teaching me something. I’m starting to think—”
“I’m not doing that with you.”
Soonyoung giggles, wrapping herself around Minghao. She smacks her lips together. “Breakfast was delicious. Do you think there’s enough for seconds?”
Minghao shoves Soonyoung off of her, pushing until she is trapped under her. “I’m starting to feel hungry myself.”
Soonyoung grins up at her. “It’s all-you-can-eat at Cafe Soonyoung.”
“Why do you say stuff like this? That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Your previous reviews here were five stars!”
“I can’t stand you,” Minghao mutters fondly against Soonyoung’s lips. “I love you so much.”
“Happy birthday, babe. I love you so much more.”