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.
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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—”
DEPUTY COMMISSIONER REARDON: I asked that. So based on your behavior from 2018 to 2016 considering everything, do you feel like you've been a model incarcerated person?
LYLE MENENDEZ: No, I would never call myself a model incarcerated person, no. Uh, I would say that -- I would say I, uh, that I'm a good
person, that, uh, I spend my time helping people, uh, that I, that I'm very open and accepting of -- of -- of people, particularly a lot of the vulnerable populations that get picked on or isolated here, uh, I get great satisfaction from that. I'm someone people can come to and spend time with. I feel like I have a lot of compassion. Um, I feel
like I'm self-deprecating and -- and open and willing to share. Uh, and so I -- I feel like, and I feel like I've, I'm the guy that a lot of officers will come to -- to resolve conflicts with other inmates they don't want to
lock up or do things, I'm much of a peacekeeper. I'm the one they trust with tools and management of certain things, so there's a level of trust there. So I feel like I, I'm a good positive part of the community and it's
really important to me to be that.
⤷ 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽… you call clark “daddy” for the first time (18+)
the apartment’s dim, just the glow of the city through the blinds painting stripes across your bare skin. clark’s above you, thick thighs bracketing yours, his cock buried so deep you can’t tell where he ends and you begin. sweat rolls down his temples, his glasses fogged—still on, because you begged him to keep them.
"fuck, daddy," you whine, arching up into him. his hips stutter, and you watch his face flush darker than the red of his cape.
"golly—" he chokes out, fingers tightening on your hips. "you can’t just—say that."
you grin, rolling your hips to take him deeper. "why not? you nervous, daddy?"
he groans, dropping his forehead to yours. his thrusts turn uneven, desperate. his breath comes ragged, his cock twitching inside you like he’s fighting not to lose it right there. "gosh—" he mutters, eyes squeezing shut for a second before he looks at you again, all flustered and wrecked. "say it again."
"daddy," you purr, dragging your teeth over your lip just to watch him shudder.
he groans, deep and rough, his thrusts turning sloppy as his control unravels. "fuck, fuck—" his voice cracks, hips snapping harder, faster, like he can’t help it now. "you’re—mmph, you’re gonna ruin me."
you laugh, breathless, and clench around him just to hear him whimper. "already did."
he buries his face in your neck with a broken noise, his rhythm falling apart completely as he chases his release—desperate, hungry, all because of you.
his grip on your hips turns bruising, his cock throbbing inside you as he fucks you through the aftershocks—hard, uneven thrusts that drag ragged moans from your throat. "fuck, fuck—" he’s muttering against your skin, hot and wrecked, his breath coming in rough bursts.
you drag your nails down his back, leaving red trails over his muscles. "that’s it, daddy," you whisper, biting his earlobe. "let go."
he shudders, his hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you with a groan that’s half your name, half a prayer. for a second, he just stays there, panting, his forehead pressed to yours, glasses crooked and fogged beyond saving.
then he collapses beside you, pulling you with him so you’re sprawled across his chest, his heartbeat still racing under your palm.
"you’re evil," he mumbles, but his arms tighten around you, his lips brushing your temple.
you grin, tracing idle circles on his sweat-slick skin. "you love it." he huffs, but you feel the way his cock twitches against your thigh—already half-hard again.
"golly," he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. "what’re you doing to me?"
you shift, straddling him with a slow roll of your hips, watching his breath catch. "ruining you," you murmur. "remember?"
his hands settle on your waist, thumbs pressing into your skin as he lets out a shaky laugh. "yeah. yeah, i remember."
svt as mundane things they do for their s/o - pt. 2 [cherrytober] ❤️🍒
seungcheol rolls the windows up whenever you're on the passenger seat and he notices the wind is bugging you or that you gotta do something on your phone. talk about being a protective boyfriend.
jeonghan carefully takes your shoes and earrings off whenever you accidentally sleep with them after a tiring day or something.
joshua rubs your shoulders whenever he notices how overwhelmed you are. you don't even have to tell him you're stressed, he knows and he acts on it instantly.
junhui packs your food/lunch whenever he can, especially if he knows you won't be able to do it. it doesn't happen as often as he would like, but it's cute that he cares for your health.
soonyoung is constantly nagging at you for not carrying an umbrella with you - and then it magically appears one on your bag when the rain season starts.
wonwoo is always the one to grab things for you whenever you drop them. don't even think about bending down, he's already doing it.
jihoon wears a hairband on his wrist, even when his own hair is short. he does it for you, obviously, offering it whenever you need to take the hair out of your face.
seokmin usually looks at you with heart eyes as you talk, and more often than not he brushes your hair while you're speaking so there's nothing on your way as you speak.
mingyu always, and i mean always puts food on your plate first, and then serves himself. it's always you first, he grabs your plate and do it.
minghao is always the one to pick you from places, especially when it's late and you're far away. he rather lose some sleep and drive for 30 minutes but make sure you're safe than have something to happen to you.
seungkwan doesn't go to sleep before knowing how your day went. laying side by side, over the phone, through texts - he cares and he wants to know what you've been up to. please share your life with him.
hansol is the type to hold your hand whenever you're anxious. he doesn't mind if it's sweaty, if you're holding it too tight or too loose, he just naturally holds it until you're feeling better.
chan carries your bag whenever you need him to - and even when you don't. you can always trust him to take care of it even better than you when you two are out and about.
a/n: the kinktober is coming tomorrow, don't worry. ❤️🍒
"oh, jeonghan was the first one", seungcheol says, giggling beside you. "happy birthday, daddu. i love you, mwah."
seungcheol shows you his phone, where the exact message he just read out loud is showing, followed by lots of emojis. you're about to say something when another message comes in, from jun this time.
"wow, jun almost did it!", your boyfriend exclaims, smiling so big as his round, shiny eyes look at the message his brother just sent him. "this is actually nice, they were battling, i'm a 100% sure."
of course they were, seungcheol.
you smile too, laying comfortably next to him and wrapping an arm around his exposed chest. seungcheol caresses your skin from time to time - when he's not texting back -, running his mouth about who's late.
"dokyeomie sent a message just now, 7 minutes after midnight. he hates me so much!"
"seungkwan didn't send you anything yet."
he gasps, looking down at you. "oh my god, i can't believe this! did i do something to him?"
you laugh, bringing him closer to your body. you don't truly know how much time go by like that - seungcheol sulking, you holding him -, but when he finally blocks his cellphone and turn around on your arms, hugging you back, he finds you half asleep.
"are you happy?"
he nods. "it's just a joke, i know they will spam me with a hundred messages each in the morning."
you smile, touching his cheek. "happy birthday, babe. may you feel this loved forever and always."
"thank you, love. as long as i have all of you, i'll be okay", he whispers. "especially you."
seungcheol smiles too, laughing when you kiss his nose and then his lips as you seal a silent promise - you will always be there with him.
a/n: happy birthday to my first love, the one who inspired me to get back at writing and start this blog. i love you forever, seungcheollie, to the moon and back. may you always be this incredible person. ❤️🍒
Cheol being literally offended when you sit on any seat that’s not his face lap he’s like ??? your designated throne is right here and you’re sitting on the couch? - ⚡️💖
TW: dirty talk, use of pet names, mentions of face sitting and fingering, no actual sex but VERY suggestive so you’ve been warned. 18+ only (MDNI).
Note: sorry this took a while, ⚡️ anon. But know that i love you dearly.
Note 2.0: a little drabble for you all as I try to navigate my busy schedule and get through my WIPs. These really help me keep my writing cap on so if you have thoughts about ang of the boys, send them right in 😉
“Where are you going?” Your boyfriend asks as your wrist gets caught on his large hand.
Cheol was looking up at you from where he was seated in the armchair on the far side of Seokmin’s huge living room. All the boys gathered together with their significant others to celebrate the end of their comeback season.
You smiled and patted the top of his head, “over there. There’s an empty spot beside Chan.” You should’ve known to just keep quiet instead because the angry pout that appeared on Seungcheol’s face was classic.
A simple tug on your wrist and the next thing you know, his strong arms were around your torso and you were seated on his lap.
“Stay here.”
You turned your head to the side, examining the disgusted look he was throwing Chan. “Why do you have to sit there huh? I’m literally right here.”
“It was an empty spot, Cheollie, calm down. I wasn’t really thinking much of it.”
A tighter grip squeezed on your waist and suddenly your boyfriend’s lips were inches from your ear, “Did you also not think much last night when you asked to sit on my face?”
“Seungcheol!” You reprimand him with a whisper, eyes bugging out in disbelief at his choice of words, yet all he did was smirk continuously, his signature eyebrow raise in full view.
“That’s not how you were calling me last night when I was making you cum, princess.”
You made an attempt to move out of Cheol’s hold, embarrassed at how he wasn’t even lowering his volume with your friends around, not that they could hear anyway with how loud Seungkwan and Seokmin were bickering.
“I said, stay.” His bone-chilling tone renders you immobile, shocks of electricity alighting your nerves.
“Don’t worry, princess, they can’t hear me,” he confirms, but it’s not at all reassuring when he moves your ass against his crotch. He repeats the motion several more times, his hardening cock feeling more and more prominent through his sweatpants and your skirt, “But they will hear you if you start whimpering louder.”
You stilled at his words, eyes shooting open and head snapping up from where you had let it fall against his shoulder. You didn’t even notice how you had let yourself slowly fall into a bubble of pleasure, soft quiet whines leaving your mouth in that short duration.
“Cheol, stop, please,” you beg as sternly as you could, stopping his hand from hiking up in between your legs. Though your little spot was a little on the far side of the room and the rest of the group had their backs on you, one look back from his members and they could tell their leader was attempting to finger you.
Seungcheol chuckles darkly at your request, his hot breath right on your ear, “Fine,” he finally agrees, not wanting to traumatize any of your friends, “but you’re staying here, listening to me as I tell you exactly how I’ll make you cum at least eight times tonight.”
the sound of your baby crying plays loudly from your electronic babysitter device. the conversation dies for a bit, and as you're ready to get up, seungcheol stops you.
"it's okay, i'll go get her", he says with a kiss to your cheek.
seungcheol leaves you with his members, answering mingyu's hundred questions, laughing whenever minghao tells him to calm down and asking if vernon is okay, because the poor dude seems scared of the very idea of meeting your daughter.
"you're all idiots", jihoon shakes his head, arms crossed as he laughs with you.
the commotion ends when you hear seungcheol's voice, but also coming from the device you're holding it.
"hey, peanut", he softly says. "it's okay, appa is here. come here."
you could clearly imagine seungcheol picking her up. your eyes meet mingyu's, and the boy is smiling from ear to ear.
"he forgot the babysitter is on", mingyu states, covering his mouth and giggling like a little girl.
"did you sleep well? was it a good nap?", the leader keeps talking. "i hope you're recharged, because your uncles are waiting to meet you. you're already so loved, and i know you're gonna love them back. they can be too much sometimes but don't worry, appa will always be here to help you kick their asses."
the baby girl in his arms make a cute noise, as if she's agreeing to seungcheol.
"yeah, you already know that, don't you?", he laughs.
"he's such a goner", jihoon comments. "he was already a softie, but now being a girl dad..."
vernon chuckles, agreeing with his hyung.
"okay, let's go", seungcheol's voice echoes through the device again. "here's your blanket, it's chilly outside. are you happy that you're gonna meet your uncles? your eyes are shining, baby girl, you seem..."
his voice fades, and as you hear his steps down the hallway you're quick to turn off your end of the babysitter - you didn't want seungcheol to know that his little moment with his daughter has been leaked.
and as he walks into the living room, proudly announcing your baby's name with a smile on his face, you realize that his members didn't want either.
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