a video is circulating in the hockey fans community showing ilya and shane during a preseason practice. shane is drinking water in the corner of the rink near where the players sit during the game when ilya comes up from behind and wraps his arms around him and opens his mouth and shane lifts the bottle and squirts water into ilya’s mouth and ilya drinks it and kisses shane on the cheek and skates away. of course the video gets a ton of views online because everyone is obsessed with the hockey husbands. and harris is always extremely happy when they manage to capture these candid moments between ilya and shane
they’re hanging out with friends and bood’s wife cassie asks everyone what the weirdest place they’ve ever had sex was and people start answering “in a public restroom” and “we tried on a plane but it didn’t really work out” and “in a store fitting room” and a few other unconventional places, and then cassie notices that shane and ilya haven’t answered yet and goes “haven’t you guys ever done it in a weird place?” and ilya replies “no, we’re a model couple, just at home, missionary" and everyone laughs and troy says “no one believes that man” and ilya goes “okay, in boodram’s garage” and bood almost yells “WHAT?” and ilya and shane burst out laughing and shane playfully slaps him and says still laughing a little “he’s kidding, we’ve never had sex at any of our friends houses” and cassie presses “so where?” and ilya looks at shane who nods and says “the all stars weekend in the restroom by the pool” and harris gasps “how you guys managed?” and ilya and shane shrugs and cassie goes “wasn’t everyone looking for you two?” and ilya “you guys would be surprise with how others players couldn’t care less about us in those places” and troy asks “and in spain?” and ilya answers “oh yeah we did in a hammock in a yatch in the middle of the ocean. kinda weird but if we’re really pressed together and on our sides—" and shane interrupts “we’ve already given too many details for today” and everyone groans in frustration cus they never share their intimacy and people love to hear about hot couples having sex.
shane cockwarming ilya this, shane cockwarming ilya that… this fandom tends to forget that ilya is a throat goat and freaking loves to suck a dick, he swallows cause he “does not mind” (i.e. moans harder when shane cums down his throat than shane himself.. you know - the person cumming)
add to it that ilya loves resting his head in peoples laps, getting his hair played with.. and has an oral fixation
so what i am saying is that ilya loves, loves, LOVES! cockwarming shane - sometimes they just chill on the couch, watching a renovation show or a movie ilya isn’t particularly interested in so while he rests his head in shane’s lap he simply turns around, tugs shane’s sweats down and puts shane’s cock in his mouth
they stay like that for a long time, ilya gets all floaty and sleepy bc shane’s hand is stroking through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp and his cock is in his mouth
when ilya gets antsy again he starts sucking him off and gets him to come quickly, swallowing at the end of course and goes back to cockwarming him if shane wants to continue watching his show
anon: app controlled vibrator…. mingyu putting one inside u while u still have panties on and then he makes u straddle his lap on the couch while you make out but ur turning into a whole mess cuz he has his phone in his hand controlling the speed and putting it rly high
note: old work, a crazy crazy horny one
"N-no, Gyu, s'too much!"
"Is it?" Mingyu hums absentmindedly; his eyes are preoccupied at the moment, admiring the way your thighs shake and the wet patch that's only getting bigger and bigger on the soft cotton of your underwear. You know your boyfriend's in love with you, anybody and everybody could tell (and sometimes they just want him to stop fucking talking about you already), but you didn't know that he's down so bad that even seeing you make a mess of yourself has him dreamily sighing, "I love you so much, you know that?"
“I kn-know, dummy!” Your surprisingly level voice turns into a squeak as Mingyu’s thumb flits up the screen of his phone and, from the corner of your eye, you see the stupid little graph on the screen go into a frenzy that mirrors the vibrations between your legs.
Your knees finally give up; you flop on his lap unceremoniously. Gyu merely giggles to himself. It’s not fair that you can’t even make a snappy comment, your brain now muddled and only seems to be sending instructions to your hips. They’re moving you in slow circles against Gyu, and you barely process the iron grip he has on your waist with how you’re certain your brain has gone numb.
“Holy fuck,” Mingyu gasps, his breath catching in his throat as he feels the onslaught of vibrations slipping from where you’re connected to him. His dick jumps against its confines. Despite the toe-curling and head-emptying sensation, gyu only turns up the strength of the toy even more, causing you to lurch forward and buck your hips.
Your lips latch onto his neck, your head moving on autopilot as you make your way to his lips. Gyu kisses you back with new-found hunger, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as his hands push you down and grind you against him. The room is soon filled with whiny, pathetic sounds from the both of you and the rustling of clothes. Neither of you care enough or can think straight for that matter to even take off your clothes and fuck properly.
“Feels so fucking good, baby. Want you to feel good for me.”
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Summary: visiting Mingyu at the recording studio with your daughter :)
Wc: 853
Warnings: none!!!
MASTERLIST
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The studio door clicked softly as you pushed it open, careful not to make too much noise as you stepped inside.
It was quieter than you expected, just the low hum of equipment, a voice bleeding faintly through the headphones somewhere deeper in the room.
You lingered by the doorway for a second, adjusting your hold on your daughter as she squirmed against your hip, her tiny fingers curling into your shirt, already leaving a damp patch of drool behind.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” you murmured to the producer. "I don’t want to interrupt anything.”
From inside the booth, Mingyu looked up.
And the second he saw you, everything about him changed.
His posture straightened, his face breaking into that wide, boyish smile that never failed to undo you, headphones slipping halfway off his ears as he pushed the door open.
“You came,” he said, like he wasn’t expecting it, even though you texted him twenty minutes ago.
“Of course I did,” you teased softly. “You’ve been here all day.”
He barely heard you.
Because he was already looking at her.
“Hi, princess…” his voice dropped instantly, softer, gentle. “Did you come to see dad?”
Your daughter squealed at the sound of his voice, little legs kicking, arms reaching for him without hesitation.
And Mingyu melted.
“Okay, okay—come here,” he laughed under his breath, carefully taking her from you.
His big hands dwarfed her tiny body, one supporting her head automatically, the other cradling her back as he pulled her close.
She immediately grabbed at his chain.
“Hey—no, that’s expensive,” he huffed lightly, but he wasn’t serious at all, grinning as she tugged it anyway.
You leaned against the wall, watching them, your chest tightening in that quiet, overwhelming way it always did.
Because no matter how many times you saw it, you’d never get used to it.
Mingyu, 6'2 man the man, who commanded attention just by existing, reduced to absolute mush by a six-month-old.
“She’s gotten bigger,” he said, almost accusingly, glancing at you like you did it on purpose.
“You saw her this morning, Mingyu.”
“Still,” he muttered, bouncing her gently. “You’re growing too fast, you know that?” he added to her, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
She giggled.
And you swore his entire soul left his body.
“Did you hear that?” he snapped, eyes wide, looking at you like he’d just witnessed a miracle. “She laughed at me. She likes me more now.”
You rolled your eyes. “Relax, she liked you before.”
“No, no—this was different,” he insisted, holding her up slightly like she was part of his argument. “This was a real laugh.”
She drooled down his shirt.
He didn’t even notice.
“Do you want to come inside?” he asked suddenly, nodding toward the booth. “You can sit while I finish this part. It won’t take long.”
“You sure?”
“Always.”
And just like that, you followed him in.
~
The headphones were too big for you, so Mingyu adjusted them himself, standing behind you as he gently placed them over your ears. His fingers brushed your hair back, tucking it carefully like it was second nature.
“Comfortable?” he murmured, leaning down slightly.
You nodded, smiling. “Go. Do your thing.”
He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your temple before stepping back.
“I’ll be quick.”
Liar.
He always said that. But you didn’t mind.
Because now, sitting on the couch with your baby in your lap, watching him through the glass, it felt intimate.
Focused, brows slightly furrowed, one hand holding the headphones to his ear as he recorded, his voice filling the space around you through the speakers.
Your daughter quieted in your arms, eyes locked on him.
“See?” you whispered to her softly, adjusting her tiny hand so it rested against your finger. “That’s your dad.”
As if on cue, Mingyu glanced up mid-recording.
And when his eyes found you, he smiled.
He finished the take quickly after that, pulling off his headphones and walking straight back to you without even checking with the producers.
“Done,” he said, a little breathless, like he rushed it.
“You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to,” he cut in easily, crouching down in front of you.
His hand came up instinctively, brushing your daughter’s cheek, then yours, lingering just a second longer on your skin.
Your daughter babbled suddenly, reaching for him again.
Mingyu laughed under his breath. “Alright, alright—I get it, you’re obsessed with me.”
“She definitely gets that from you,” you teased.
“Rude,” he shot back, but he was already taking her again, pulling her against his chest like he needed the contact.
She settled instantly.
Mingyu leaned back against the couch beside you, one arm wrapped securely around your shoulders, the other holding her close.
For a moment, neither of you said anything.
Just sat there.
Listening to the faint hum of the studio.
Feeling her tiny breaths. Existing.
His thumb traced slow circles against your arm absentmindedly, pressing a soft kiss to your hair.
househusband!mingyu who didn’t even realize how burnt out he was from his boring 9–5 until the day you walked in, glowing, talking about your promotion and that insane salary bump like it was just another update
househusband!mingyu who leaves little notes around the house :((
“don’t skip lunch”
“drink water pls!!!”
“i’m proud of you <3”
and he acts like it’s no big deal but he spent way too long making the handwriting neat
househusband!mingyu who wakes up before you, makes breakfast, packs your lunch with little notes like “eat well baby, I’m so proud of you <3 ” and kisses you goodbye at the door like a 1950s housewife.
househusband!mingyu who has your dinner ready the second you walk through the door. sometimes he meets you at the door with your favorite slippers in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, leaning down to kiss you like he’s been waiting all day (because he has).
househusband!mingyu who is so proud of your career is almost embarrassing. he keeps a little photo of you in your office wear in his wallet and shows it to the ahjumma at the market like “look at my successful spouse.”
househusband!mingyu who lowkey loves when you buy him expensive things with your money. new watch? “Baby you didn’t have to…” Designer apron? Wears it every single day and tells everyone his spouse got it for him.
nsfw
househusband!mingyu who loves when you’re still in your work clothes and he’s completely naked or just wearing an apron. something about ruining his neat little housewife look while you’re still dressed like the boss makes him leak all over himself.
househusband!mingyu who is loud. whiny. beggy. “please, want you so bad… been hard since lunch thinking about you…” while he’s rutting against your thigh like a desperate puppy.
househusband!mingyu who loves when you get a little mean and use him. push him down on the couch, ride his face, tell him he’s just your pretty househusband whose only job is to make you cum. he moans so loud at the degradation it’s almost pathetic.
househusband!mingyu who is obbsessed with your tits in work shirts. the second the buttons are open he’s sucking and biting as if his life depended on it, leaving little marks only you two can see, while he fucks you slow and deep on the dining table.
househusband!mingyu who moans like a whore when you spoil him with overstimulation. you tie his wrists with the silk ties you bought him and ride him for hours, making him cum again and again until he’s shaking, tears running down his cheeks, begging “please baby… I can’t—”
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