hi! my name is jay, i'm 21 and i decided to open a tumblr blog in which i will (rarely, bc of uni) post seventeen stuff! english is not my first language so sorry if i make any mistakes and correct me when i do! note that i write only when i feel like it so sorry if there will be "delays" for reqs!
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It has come to my attention that the lovely, adorable, cute and sweet @yoondae is being harrassed by some delusional weirdo who is obsessed with me
I am officially sounding the alarm to do whatever you would like towards this person
TW: bullying, suicide mention
These are the messages I have sent them myself
This is sick and twisted and troll or not i want their feelings to get hurt!! I will not be directly tagging them but you see their @ so go for it! Don't hold back!
huge dick mingyu when u finally fit all of him inside u
“fuck, so tight…”
all you can do is whimper in response as your boyfriend bottoms out. he’s not usually patient enough to fit his whole cock inside of you, and he’s always afraid of hurting you, but today you had practically begged him for it and how was he supposed to deny your cute little pleas and your pitiful little pout? it was unfair, the power you had over him. not that he’d have it any other way.
you’re so fucked out you can’t even remember what day it is. mingyu had already made you cum on his tongue twice (once with the addition of his fingers) to get you to relax and stretch you out for him… but you were still so goddamn tight that both of you thought about giving up and calling it a day. if it weren’t for your pure stubbornness and mingyu’s insatiably horny streak you would’ve gone to bed an hour ago.
but all the frustration is worth it because you get to feel all of your boyfriend inside of you and he gets to fuck you like he means it.
“let me know when it’s okay to move,” he says.
you nod. “yeah, just give me a minute.”
mingyu gives you an apologetic look, thinly veiling his arrogance over his size. “i know, baby. take your time.”
you take a couple of deep breaths and try telling your body to relax but in doing so you accidentally clench around mingyu, making him hiss through his teeth and tighten his jaw. his self-restraint in this moment is admirable, especially considering how easy it was to make him lose control.
“sorry.”
“it’s okay,” he assures you. “you ready?”
“i think so.”
he’s still apprehensive, you can tell by the way he keeps blinking nervously. “just promise you’ll let me know if it hurts, alright?”
“i promise, gyu.”
“you can hold my hand if it’ll make you feel better.”
“would that make you feel better?” you counter with a smirk.
“maybe.” he smiles sheepishly as he interlaces his fingers with yours. “look at me,” he tells you and tilts your chin up with his free hand. “i’ve got you, baby.
jihoon likes sloppy head. he'd have you on your knees under his desk as your lipstick gets smudged all over your chin and his shaft. his hand would seek home behind your neck so he can let you gag on his cock. i just... know it.
genre/warnings: afab reader, fluff with eventual angst and smut (minors dni!) and pining, sugarparent-sugarbaby stuff but other than that not much yet tbh, gremlin menace jeonghan (this is becoming a permanent warning)
synopsis: Mingyu's stressed and realizes he needs to give you that contract he promised you. Well, coincidentally, you're also stressed but you insist it's about an essay. Wonwoo and Seungkwan are worried about Mingyu. Jeonghan's binging a Regency era series. (I have no idea what to put here, sorry </3)
word count: 4k
a/n: sorry this one took so long but i finally beat the writer's block!!! this break was very helpful tbh <3 i hope you guys enjoy this one <3 mwah <3 also a kiss for the bestie @hotgirlmingyu im only getting through this bc of you and our little gremlin thoughts <3
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The low, warm lights, the delicate crinkling of silverware, plush velvet seats and expensive wooden tables. You in the middle of it all, shy smile and curious, glimmering eyes. Glossy, kissable lips and the most adorable cheeks–
Mingyu sighs and shakes his head. Another deal closed. Damn, he’s good. And damn, he’s stressed. It’s only 11 in the morning and he already feels like he just wants to go home and let his bed swallow him whole.
The little devil on his shoulder tells him he has exactly what he needs to relieve his stress. The little angel on his other shoulder reminds him you still haven’t gotten the contract. One of his older friends suggested he make it with you, it’s easier that way. He agrees, he doesn’t want revisions to happen just because he made it for him. Also maybe he wants to see you again, but he’s not admitting that. Not yet, anyway.
Mingyu pushes himself away from his desk and stands up, stretching his limbs, arms behind his back and pushing his chest out. He closes his eyes; your shy smile flashes in his mind, like his brain was a projector and his eyelids were white sheets. Warmth courses through Kim Mingyu and it concerns him greatly. He met you a week ago, spent probably a little over an hour with you, yet here he was, feeling jittery and warm at the mere thought of you.
The devil on his shoulder once again pokes the side of his head, almost headache inducing, really. contract, contract, contract, it chanted annoyingly. Mingyu feels himself losing his fucking mind. He reaches for his intercom and presses the button for his assistant.
"Hey, Seungkwan? Do you think you could clear the rest of my day? You can clear yours too. Oh, and call my lawyer."
Aaauugghh. You know, life?
You’ve been staring at this stupid blank Google Document for a good hour now and not a single coherent thought has crossed your mind. Click clack, click clack, literally how are you not annoyed at your own fingers yet? They’ve been typing and erasing and typing and erasing in a torturous cycle of not-finding-the-right-words. Whatever, this stupid essay isn’t due until next next week. You’re fine. Right?
Figuring you should probably stretch your limbs and get your blood circulating, you stand up and make your way to the living room where Jeonghan’s binge watching some steamy period dreamy. You plop down next to him, making yourself comfortable on the squishy couch.
“Is it any good?” you eye the colorful clothes and props and sets on your screen, quirking an eyebrow. “Not very period-accurate, huh.”
“This show is basically fanfiction, literally based on vibes and aesthetics and shit.” Jeonghan sneers, watching as the leading man falls into the lake and tries to salvage his clothes but to no avail and just resorts to taking off his jacket and cravat. The fictional well-built man’s white shirt turns sheer at being soaked in lakewater; it does absolutely nothing to hide his body and instead reveals everything and clings to his muscular body like the most sinful saran wrap. Jeonghan whistles, “But it’s so damn good.”
You hum in agreement, definitely thanking whoever in the costume department thought this was a good idea. Yet your appreciation of the fictional man on your screen is cut short by Jeonghan asking the question you’ve been avoiding for days now.
“So where’s that contract you said he was gonna give you?” God, you want to scream, you really do. Turning to face him, instead of the concern you originally thought laced his words, Jeonghan’s face was that of an annoying little shit. The teasing grin, the bared teeth, and the glistening eyes. Yeah, he’s gonna fucking drill you about this. “It’s been, what? Five days now? And still no contract from your Prince Charming-slash-Sugar Daddy.”
“Can you not call him that, please?” You sigh, fidgeting in your seat before leaning back and letting the plush pillows you’ve accumulated over the years swallow you. “I’m literally still processing all of this and honestly? I’m kinda glad he hasn’t sent anything yet.”
“Are you?” Jeonghan presses on, leaning forward as if that would make you answer him any more truthfully.
You’re at a genuine loss for words. It’s not that you’ve been waiting by the phone, twirling your hair, and fantasizing about life with Kim Mingyu. It’s just that… he made it sound so final. Like he didn’t want you talking to anyone else or fielding offers or whatever people do in these arrangements. You don’t want to delude yourself into anything (because that is a very dangerous game and you’re not exactly the most skilled player); if he changed his mind, then fine, you’ll just find another part-time job. It’s not like you suddenly found yourself thinking of him as you laid on your bed one night, anticipating the next time you see him.
“You can call him, you know?” Jeonghan’s throwing you a bone at this point, knowing you’re prideful and that you hate to look desperate. “You technically have his number, because of the site.”
“You know what? I kinda don’t want to.” He deadpans at your tone, rolling his eyes before grabbing your phone from where you’ve left it. Which means Jeonghan was already dashing to your room before you could even react. “No, Jeonghan, please-”
“Aha!” He raises your phone to eye-level. It’s open and you should be mad at him for even knowing your password but the contents of the screen render you speechless. “This is exactly why you should have your phone on you at all times.”
You look like a fish out of water, opening and closing your mouth as you read the text messages on your screen.
[Unknown Number]: Can we see eachother again?
[Unknown Number]: This is Gyu, by the way.
GYU? Your Mingyu?
You nearly choke on air, still processing that he actually contacted you. “Gimme that-” you swipe your phone from Jeonghan’s grubby gremlin hands and try to think of an appropriate reply.
Jeonghan watches you in amusement as you punch out your response, hands shaking and your eyes glazed over. He can basically hear and see the gears in your head turning.
You: Sure!
Wow, that took so much brain power. The little text below the message turns into ‘read’ from ‘delivered’ as soon as you send it, and you don’t know what to think of it. Then the three little bubbles are doing their little dance; you lock your phone and look at your roommate. Mingyu can’t know you’re eager for his response. He just can’t.
You and Jeonghan just stare at each other for what feels like an eternity until your phone dings again. Then you’re scrambling to open your phone, completely forgetting that it has a facial recognition feature.
[Unknown Number]: What’s your address?
Taken aback, it takes you a moment to respond.
You: uh, what for?
[Unknown Number]: We need to talk about the contract. I apologize for taking so long, but I’ve decided I want you here so we can talk about it.
Your heart nearly gives up on you. Jeonghan rushes beside you when he hears you let out a shuddering breath, fully expecting a nude picture of Mingyu on the screen. He only clicks his tongue at the sight of some boring messages and turns his attention back to the TV.
On the other side of the text bubbles, Mingyu’s panicking. Why the fuck did he write a goddamn text like an email? How are you supposed to feel comfortable with him now that he’s using his ‘office voice’ on you?
Seungkwan, his trusty secretary, looks at him with concern. It’s already worrying enough that his boss would take the rest of the day off (Yes, Kim Mingyu likes to rest and have his downtime more often than not with wine and cheese, but in the middle of a weekday? Preposterous.), even more so to see him so focused on a text message. He’s biting his nails, a nervous habit that Seungkwan thought his boss had already gotten rid of. Just how nerve-wracking could a text message be? Or perhaps it’s the recipient who’s making him nervous?
Just as he’s about to bring it up, the door to Mingyu’s office opens, revealing a tall, bespectacled man clad in a suit and an air of formal urgency. The man walks in quick strides, and Seungkwan breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of the familiar tall and wide-shouldered stature. “Oh, thank God, Wonwoo. I thought he was gonna keel over and die.”
The lawyer merely chuckles and sets down his briefcase on the dark mahogany table on which Mingyu planted his elbows so he could be dramatic, covering his face with his hands and groaning in agony.
“Remind me again just why you’re even doing this?” Wonwoo asks as he sorts through the stack of papers in his briefcase. “Because, and I’m saying this as a close and personal friend, you don’t need to. You’re easily one of the most eligible bachelors in South Korea; there’s no need for a contract like this.”
Seungkwan nods along, a pointed look in his eyes as if to say ‘that’s exactly what I said!’ but instead he straightens himself and asks Wonwoo if he’d like some coffee. Wonwoo nods, and the youngest among the three quickly exits the office to fetch the drink and to give the two men some privacy.
“Are you going to answer me or not?” The lawyer hummed, eyes darting over to his friend’s hunched figure after finding the piece of paper he was looking for. It’s a template, one he has had to brandish for more than a handful of people. But never for Mingyu, and it’s been causing him great concern ever since Mingyu told him of how nice your first meeting went. And it certainly must have been if Mingyu’s distress was anything to go by.
“I…” the young CEO swallows before raising his head from his hands to look at Wonwoo. “I don’t know either. I thought it’d be fun, just like last time, but this is different. Y/N… I like to think this is gonna be different. They’re nice, and cute, and didn’t immediately start listing all the gifts and prices they wanted. I don’t know, man. Seungkwan said ‘I'm down horrendous’, whatever that means.”
Wonwoo nods in understanding, mind going back to Mingyu’s disastrous first ‘date’ with a sugar baby orchestrated by one of his older friends (Mingyu says friends but really, these men are more like his dad’s from before the company was passed down to him). The woman was sweet at first, buttering the young man up, before she pulled up her phone and started reciting her demands rather loudly in the same restaurant you first met Mingyu. They hadn’t even ordered yet!
For someone who loves buying things and spending obscene amounts of money on people and loves bold, confident people, the woman’s behavior was a major turn off to Mingyu. She couldn’t have waited for the waiter to ask them what bottle of wine they’d like?
“Well, while I am glad you’ve decided to go out there again and actually found someone, I still don’t understand why you won’t just date.” Mingyu gapes at his friend, at a loss for answers himself. But Wonwoo’s already moving on, reading over the template before showing it to Mingyu. “This is a standard document for, ah, sugar parent- sugar baby NDAs, if you will. It has everything covered: the privacy, the discretion, all that besides your more intimate details like the amount you’ll be paying and just how far you two are going to get. Then there’s the expiration date, let’s say, of your relationship should it be a short term one.”
Wonwoo sees his friend dazed out, processing his words. What he doesn’t know is that Mingyu’s mind completely zeroed in on the words ‘expiration date’. They made him feel sick, for some reason. Wonwoo slips the document back into his briefcase. “Ah, I’ll just brief you both on this later. Are we going to your place? Is Y/N going to meet us there?”
“W-what? Oh, right.” Mingyu perks up at the sound of your name. He nods and stands up from his seat, cleaning up his space before picking up his phone to call up Seungkwan. “We’re taking that coffee to go, Boo, and please have the car brought around.”
Mingyu: I’m right outside
Jeonghan shrieks in delight as you relay the message to him, and he quickly runs up to the window. He grins at the sight of a sleek black car waiting for you; his excitement would make anyone think the car was here for him. But then he’s walking towards you with quick steps and outstretched arms. You try to get out of his way but his hands still find your shoulders and turn you around to the direction of the door. You’re handed your bag before being ushered out of the apartment.
“Your wallet and anything else you might need are already in that bag, there’s no time to change plus you already look good anyway. Good luck!” Jeonghan hands you a mask before slamming the door in your face. Then do you realize that you’re wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a cropped linen button up. You hope Mingyu’s the type to find gray sweatpants hot.
Rushing out of your apartment complex, you spot Mingyu leaning against his car, tapping away at his phone. Then, your own phone buzzes in your pocket. Instead of taking it out to look at the notification, you quickly walk to the man, slowing down when you’re only a few meters away from him.
“Hi.” you breathe out, trying to catch your breath. Mingyu thinks you look phenomenal as he returns a soft greeting of his own. He gestures for you to come closer, a warm and almost fond smile on his face. He opens your door for you, guiding you into the car before closing the door and making his way to the driver’s side. Once he’s seated, you call for his attention and smile apologetically at him. “Sorry for making you wait.”
Mingyu shakes his head, mouth opening to reassure you but a voice that definitely isn’t his answers you instead. “Oh, we don't mind.”
You nearly fucking scream, twisting in your seat to face the source of the voice. Mingyu quickly introduces you to the man, hands flying up to flail around as if that would help. “Wonwoo! Y/N, this is Wonwoo, my lawyer. I should’ve told you first, sorry.”
The lawyer nods at you in acknowledgment, a professional soothing yet distant smile on his lips, and you try to return it by nodding as well but you’re not sure how well that worked seeing as you’re still very much alarmed from the slight scare. Then you turn back to Mingyu, trying to even out your breathing. “I-it’s okay, makes sense to have a lawyer present during this, actually.” Wonwoo hums in agreement behind you.
Mingyu only smiles at you before asking, “Is it alright if we go to my place?”
You can basically hear Jeonghan screaming into your ear to say yes, so you do just that, cheeks heating up for a reason you're yet to realize.
God, it’s huge. It’s big in every sense of the word and you’re not sure if you could take it all in. Mingyu’s penthouse is impressive and tasteful if not for it looking like he hasn’t been living in it.
Uneven footsteps echo throughout the house from behind you as the men shuffle about to take their shoes off before slipping into some house slippers. Even a millionaire like Kim Mingyu can’t afford to clean his place of outside dirt for the sake of keeping shoes on. A hand finds itself on your lower back, gently pushing you towards the vast living-space. As you walk with him, all nervousness dissipates as your brain focuses on something else. From the corner of your eye you see Mingyu’s side profile; it’s striking and almost unfair, but what’s more unfair is the warmth suddenly filling your body as his scent and overall presence take over all your senses.
Assuming Kim Mingyu would be cold and desolate and demanding with you was a huge mistake on your part, because the way he’s looking at you now as you take your place around his dining table, the way he takes the seat beside you is anything but. The hand that was on your lower back has now moved to lay flat on the table, and you have the itching desire to place your own on top of it. You shake your head clear of the thought, though, as Wonwoo begins to speak, a stack of papers from his briefcase and an iPad in front of him.
“Just for the record, both parties are here voluntarily, yes? No one was forced or coerced into anything?” You and Mingyu both nod in confirmation and Wonwoo does the same in acknowledgment, writing something on his device. Then he’s pushing a piece of paper from the stack towards you. “This is only a template, a basis for your own contract since from my understanding this is a first for you, is that correct?” you nod, glancing at Mingyu. “And since you’ve decided to talk and come to an agreement beforehand so as to make your own contract, we will start with that. We’ll start with the boundaries– that includes privacy and discretion so anyone else who might know about this arrangement must also sign an NDA of sorts.”
“Oh!” you perk up, suddenly remembering Jeonghan’s involvement in all of this. He’d kill you if he knew you forgot even for a moment. “My roommate knows… he’s actually the one who set me up.”
Wonwoo hums in understanding, muttering about sending something preferably digital for convenience. “Well then, as for the length of your relationship?”
Mingyu speaks up this time. “I’ve been thinking about that, actually. If you’re comfortable with it,” he turns to you and you see the sincerity in his eyes (but try to convince yourself otherwise. You’re signing a secret contract for fuck’s sake.) “We could not set an… expiration date. You can leave whenever you wish to. It’s fine with me.”
Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at this, breaking his cold, professional facade for a second. He wants to stand up and go to his best friend to grab his shoulders and shake him, yell at him to get a grip. He decides against it when his eyes focus on you; you’re flustered and unsure, also taken aback by Mingyu’s tender consideration. You look like you want to say something, clarify things, but instead you nod, and Wonwoo can’t really blame you. It’s a generous offer not many sugar parents extend; if anything too many of them are too happy to dispose of their companions once their contracts have been fulfilled that it makes him wonder why do any of this in the first place.
The lawyer clears his throat, breaking your tender yet cautious staring contest with Mingyu, the sound of a stylus tapping and writing on a screen following. “As for your payment? Some people have a set price, some include material gifts, the works.”
You sigh, twiddling your fingers. “Can I be honest? I haven’t really thought of this.” You admit, you should’ve asked Jeonghan all things considered.
“How does 500,000won a week sound? And something extra for events and stuff like that?” You nearly choke on nothing for the second time today, you don’t even wanna know what would happen should a third occur. Wonwoo breathes out something that sounds like a small laugh as he eyes your surprised state.
“Don’t settle for 500,000won, Y/N. He spends way more than that in a day.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be a professional? Besides, that’s not true at all.” Mingyu’s sulking, a sight you didn’t expect to see today. Then he’s turning to you, eyes wide and shiny. “We can set it higher? 800,000?”
What are you supposed to say to that? You can’t just sit there in silence, but you also feel like you can’t just nod and take it in fear of asking for too much. You’re overthinking every little thing, and Wonwoo can tell.
“I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you, Y/N. As you can see, Mingyu is very willing.” and Mingyu nods pathetically at that, he can’t even fathom giving you anything less than 800,000won every time you even looked at him or acknowledged his existence. Wonwoo eyes his friend and resists the urge to roll his eyes, instead giving you his full attention. “So, 800,000won a week, a bonus for events, and gifts? Is that all?”
You nod, more confident and reassured now with Wonwoo’s words. He writes something on his tablet, eyebrows scrunched in full concentration. It’s almost awkward as you wait for Wonwoo to finish finalizing the contract; you’re just staring at him while Mingyu’s still looking at you with those adoring puppy eyes. The man isn’t even trying to hide it. Even with his focus on the words on the screen, Wonwoo can feel his friend’s giddiness. If Mingyu had a tail, it would be wagging ferociously now.
“There,” Wonwoo finally says, presenting the digital document to you and Mingyu. He hands you the stylus, his touch lingering on your hand for a second. “Just sign on all the tabbed lines.”
So you do, with your heart pounding against your chest and threatening to climb up your throat the whole time. Even though you know you want this, it’s still nerve wracking, like someone’s gonna come up behind you to surprise you but you just don’t know when. Still, there’s a giddiness inside you that you can’t deny, especially when Mingyu takes the stylus from you, his warm hand brushing against yours. He signs the lines beside yours before handing the tablet back to Wonwoo.
“That’s done, then. I’ll send you both hard copies, and the NDA for your friend, of course.” You nod, slightly dreading the conversation you will be having with Jeonghan. From your peripheral vision, you see Mingyu open his mouth to speak and he gets a syllable out before his phone goes off.
“It’s Eunwoo.” he clicks his tongue, his face suddenly turning stone-cold before he excuses himself. You watch him stand up and make his way to the balcony, greeting whoever Eunwoo is with a hushed tone.
“Don’t mind that,” Wonwoo hums, tidying up his things. “Just an old friend.”
You nod meekly; you’re once again left twiddling your thumbs as you observe Wonwoo’s movements. They’re fluid, smooth yet precise as he collects the papers he showed you a while ago. Then your brain brilliantly thinks to spark up some conversation with a question you hope is appropriate to ask your sugar daddy’s lawyer.
“Hey, W-wonwoo?” the bespectacled male regards you with a nod. You clear your throat, watching him arrange his already neat stack of papers. “Does Mingyu usually do the whole contract thing like this?”
Wonwoo stops, blinking once, twice before humming as if in thought. You discreetly lean in closer to him. Hey, he’s kinda cute.
For some reason, his deep voice startles you, despite already having heard him. “Well, Mi– Mr. Kim isn’t really the type to have the kind of relationship that requires such a contract.”
You slump back in your seat, eyes still trained on the way his hands go back to fixing his things. It’s only been less than five minutes and you still can’t believe you just signed your name on every individual leaf of paper in that stack.
“However, it is rare for meetings like this to happen in the first place. You know, in general, the agreements are already drawn up before the matches are even made.” He brings up, finally clipping the papers before placing them carefully into his briefcase and snapping it closed. Curiosity paints your face as you furrow your eyebrows slightly in question. “My other clients aren’t as courteous with their respective beaus compared to Mr. Kim. And I’ve been to many awkward meetings and revisions of the resulting contracts to be this confident.”
For the first time since you laid your eyes on him, the lawyer actually smiles at you. It’s warm and reassuring, striking yet comforting. You give him a small smile in return, trying your best not to add more meaning to his words than necessary. Still, you can’t exactly hide your surprise.
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh. Well, I must take my leave; I’ll leave you and Mingyu to it. You have a nice one, Y/N.” Then he’s out the door, leaving you with your thoughts and what you think are innuendos in his words. Your body flushes hot, and you try so hard not to go where Wonwoo might’ve been getting at to save at least a little of what sanity you have left. You hear the balcony’s sliding door open behind you.
“Sorry about that!” Mingyu takes the seat across from you this time, warm smile and inviting eyes have now replaced the stern look on his face. “Have you eaten yet?”
“No, I haven’t… I was stressing over an essay before you texted me. Oh, and Wonwoo already left.” You return his smile, hoping the small talk would ease your nerves now that you’re actually alone with him.
“Of course he did…” he huffs; you can’t believe just how adorable he’s acting. You absolutely cannot believe your eyes: the man you were so intimidated by because of his large stature just about last week is now acting like this in front of you. Barely processing the sight in front of you before Mingyu’s speaking again. “Anyway, we should get some food! Do you want takeout? I’m kinda craving fried chicken.”
Hi! Could I request a seventeen reaction of their gf wanting to wait until marriage before sex?
hi anon! sorry for the late response but i wanted to wait a little because of what happened with wonwoo's mom (may she rest in peace)! imo every member would be okay with that but let's get into detail!
seungcheol: he would think about fucking you more often than he liked to especially because he couldn't have you, BUT he'd go all soft the moment you say you want to wait until marriage because, well, you're sure you wanna marry him and spend the rest of your life with him!
jeonghan: his corruption kink would go BRRR. knowing that he'll get to turn you into his little slut the night of your marriage would make him go feral (even though he'll make the sweetest love to you the moment you guys go to bed that night).
joshua: as we all know, he's always been open about his religion and he'd soften up knowing that you have all this faith in your god in you just like him.
junhui: i think he just "doesn't care". it's not that he doesn't want to fuck the shit out of you but he prioritizes your wants and needs.
soonyoung: he'd be pouty but then he'd go all giggly thinking about how to propose. 🙄
wonwoo: he'd just nod and shrug it off, but on the inside he's already planning your wedding and he'd try to hide his smile knowing that he'll be your first time.
jihoon: he'd be happy that you told him in advance and would make sure to always make you feel comfortable everytime he touched you because he didn't want you to think he's trying to step over your boundaries.
minghao: he'd smile and pat your head and would make sure to plan everything for your first time to make you feel like a princess.
mingyu: just like soonyoung he'd be all pouty, but the moment you start laughing at him he picks you up and places you on the bed just to start rambling things about how he wants to marry you asap (not only for the fucking ofc, but still...).
seokmin: he'd blush and he'd try to hide the fact that he's the happiest man on earth because you're choosing him as your first time AND the man of your life!
seungkwan: he'd joke about it at first but when he sees you a bit down and uncomfortable he'd be so sorry about it and would reassure you that he's okay with that and he's more than happy to be your first.
vernon: he'd nod and smile right after because you trust him that much. he's happy that you love him to this extent, that you wanna marry him.
chan: he'd be so giggly about it! i feel like he'd clap his hands and he'd be so happy because he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and have your little family asap.
hi, i'm back! i wanted to take some time before resuming writing after what happened with wonwoo and i didn't feel comfortable at all. i'm gonna empty my inbox now but you can still send things if you want to!
hi guys, because of wonwoo's situations i won't be writing for a while, i feel really uncomfortable doing that. he's been one of my inspirations for years, this news made my heart sink and i can't even imagine how he's feeling right now. i've seen lots of disgusting tweets around regarding him and his loss; that's what made me afraid the most. after living through the hell of what happened with taehyung's grandma, i knew FOR SURE that something like this would happen. i'm so fucking sorry. he doesn't deserve this. i don't care about mingyu's birthday even though i was happy that he was able to celebrate with carats after two years, but wonwoo and his happiness are way more important right now. i'm speechless. i hope that everyone will be understanding and that wonwoo and his family will take their time to heal. may his mom rest in peace, i will be inactive until wonwoo himself feels like posting.
make up sex w mingyu… it’s either he’s fucking you hard (with love ofc) or it’s all soft where he treats you like a princess :’)
"i'm sorry, my sweet girl," gyu presses a kiss to your cheek while he pushes all the way into you. he exhales a shuddering breath while you whine, arms gripping him tightly and pressing him closer to you. kisses upon kisses land on your skin, each sealed with a soft apology.
"i'm sorry too," your voice is airy and strained, and your boyfriend's chest swells with pride. truthfully, neither of you even remember what the fight was about now, it just seems so trivial now that you're entangled like this, mingyu apologizing to you with his body and love.
you wrap your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together to drive him deeper into you. a sharp gasp leaves your lips, squirming and bucking your hips up into his to match his slow, passionate pace. you think you could stay like this forever; connected to intimately to gyu, his lips on your skin as if all he could do is worship you.
SHUT UP SHUT UUUPP THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS
like, you can feel him behind you, hard and warm and in a sense comforting. but his fingers rubbing harsh circles on your clit is anything but, delivering even harsher slaps to your sensitivity every now and then. gyu's voice would send tingles down your spine and make your toes curl.
"you're so good for me, baby, so pretty," slap "so tight," his fingers enter your cunt, then curls to prod at that spongy spot in you that has you seeing stars. you can feel his smug smile just ghosting beside your ear; you squirm, trying to fuck yourself back on his fingers. gyu tuts, pulling his fingers out of you to rub your clit once again instead. "patience, pretty girl, i'll give you what you want."
Old Fashioned [M]
Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Fem!Reader
Tags: 3.8k, married!au, parent!au, romance, fluff, humor, softish smut
Summary: Mingyu balances being a doting husband and father all while preparing a special night in for your eighth anniversary.
Warnings: Sexually Explicit Content 18+, unprotected sex (mxf), romantic sex?, this is pretty mild but it is descriptive so minors DNI, this is overall pretty fluffy, some post-baby body talk, language maybe, a glass of wine, i think that covers it.
“What in the-”
A tiny voice captures your attention and you look down, directly into the sparkling eyes of your daughter who’s tugging on your pant leg as you walk through the front door.
“Hi, mommy!”
“Baby,” You smooth a hand over her head, still glancing around the room. “What have you guys been up to?”
Minhee bounces on her tiptoes with excitement, clapping her tiny hands. “Daddy says it’s your…um…anni-vers- er…um,” She purses her lips and thinks hard, not noticing the way you’re watching her with absolute adoration in your eyes. “Daddy said it was a special day and I got to help him make dinner!”
hey jay!! fellow fruit+gyu enthusiast 💖 i hope you're having a good day/nighttt
i was thinking abt having like,,, a self-care night with either seungkwan or mingyu,,, doing face masks and giving each other manicures and stuff ehe 😩🥰 god me when
hey ae, i hope you're having a good day/night too! i'm doing okay i guess, just taking a break from studying after lunch <3
both would be so soooo caring about that!! i feel like seungkwan would be the type to make fun of you because of how your face looks with the animal mask on (even though he's looking at you with the most loving stare, that's just his love language and we all know that). he'd giggle at you when he sees that you're struggling with opening the mask pack and then actually help you with that, he'd even put it on your face for you! on the other side, mingyu would LOVE if you took care of his hands for him! have you seen how willing he is with growing his nails out,, he'd be looking at you with heart eyes as you massage his hands and thick fingers, and would love to put nail polish on your nails if you're okay with that. in my opinion, they both would love spending a good 30 minutes at night with you after showering just to take care of yourselves together before going to bed :(
i've been in a surprising dom mood lately but after last night's dream i think i won't be able to dom someone for a long time. and now the urge to be pressed against a wall and be thigh fucked by mingyu is big- extremely big. i wanna cry because i can't take it anymore and be both praised and degraded for that. it's fucking eight in the morning.
currently thinking ab mingyu riding ur strap </3 and he’s all out of breath and whiny like “idk how you do this all the time my knees hurt” and ur like EXACTLY but that doesn’t stop him from fucking himself stupid :(
why are we still here? just to suffer?
mingyu's whiny noises and the lewd slapping of skin on skin echo throughout the room. he feels so full and weak, but he can't stop. he's close to buckling but he needs it, needs you. how such a large man could turn into putty on your lap is beyond you. gyu's head is thrown back, tongue sticking out of his mouth like a dog in heat; you marvel at him. the sight is as pornographic as it is beautiful, and you feel yourself burn with a lust and a desire to somehow put your mark on him.
"feel good, babyboy?" your faux cock is stretching him out in the most delicious way, you know he feels good, but you also know your boyfriend loves to run his mouth, especially when he's fucking himself on your strap like a slut. you deliver a slight spank to the side of his thigh, causing his movements to stutter and for him to whimper. "answer me."
"mmhm, f-feels so good inside m-me. i d-dunno how you do this; my knees hurt," he whines; he resorts to rutting against you, his lips parting widely to let out a moan when your shaft rubs against his prostate, his dick throbbing in pleasure while his abs tighten. "b-but you're so– oh fuck– you're so big, you fill me up so well. f-fuck, please! please!"
"what do you want, baby? tell me." a smirk laces your words, one hand on his hips and rubbing circles into the heated skin with your thumb while the other ghosts over his inner thigh. you start to guide him to bounce on you again, and he does, little by little, gasping everytime he feels a sharp jolt of pleasure run through him.
gyu gasps out his words, like his brain is nothing but stuffing and failing to form a single coherent thought. "w-want to– i wanna– please, wanna– cum!"
"yeah? is that what my babyboy wants?" you taunt. at his fervent nodding, you finally wrap your hand around his cock, slick with precum and painfully hard. he hastens his pace, riding your cock more erratically in a pathetic chase of his orgasm. "p-please, please!" he begs, abdomen constricting as his high nears.
with a few languid strokes and an encouraging 'go on, baby.' from you, he's painting your chest and his stomach with spurts and spurts of cum, not stopping until he's spent and possibly has nothing more to give. when he finally calms down, he rests his forehead on your shoulder, refusing to get off your lap. but you won't let him have a second of peace because then your fingers are swiping off the cum on your chest then smearing it all over his lips until he parts them and starts cleaning your fingers with expert swirls of his tongue and hollowing of his cheeks.
