"Baby, just one more energy drink. I swear it'll be the last today." Mingyu said, pouting, looking at you from across the couch you both say at. The television running in the background with less volume knowing you were working on your laptop.
"Mingyu, i told you that you aren't drinking them anymore. It's already the third for the day. I swear I'm gonna throw all that shit away." You said, eyes still on the laptop, typing out something. You could feel him pouting and sulking like a damn puppy across you.
"No energy drink, fine. But how about your attention? Want it." Mingyu said, finally pausing whatever movie was playing on the television while his body turned towards you on the couch.
"Love, I have some work. After that I'm all yours. Now I'm work's." You said, eyes concentrated on the screen that mingyu was one second away from throwing that across the room with a pout.
"You've been saying that since forever. You don't love me anymore?" He said making that puppy face he knew will make you melt, but you avoided them like plague since even you know how dangerous that look will be.
"Okay, I swear only thirty minutes." You said as you wink at him making him roll his eyes.
For the next thirty minutes mingyu just say there without resuming his movie and stared at you like he would die if he takes his eyes off you, with a goddamn pout.
After thirty one minutes passed, you pushed the laptop away from you and went to mingyu who looked up at you from the couch when you stood just in front of him.
Without a word, you climbled on his lap, catching his office guard as you wrap your arms around his neck while his hands automatically moved to hold your waist.
"One minute late, my lady." Mingyu said, pouting, his lips so kissable, his cheeks puffy and soft. And there you go, you took a huge bite of his cheek making him groan lightly.
"Baby! That's not something you bite! Bite my neck instead." Mingyu whined as you moved away from his face just to kiss him in the lips.
"One more bite?" You asked as you pulled back from the kiss, refering to his cheek.
Tags: fluff, tagging along with him to his dance practice, SEVENTEEN teasing you both, literal golden retriever mingyu.
Wc: 0.6k
âAre you really not taking a coat?â Mingyu asked while tugging his black hoodie down over his head, voice soft but already laced with that familiar concern. âYou know how you get.â
You were busy lacing your shoes by the door, barely sparing him a glance. âI am wearing long sleeves. Iâm not a child, Mingyu.â
He gave you that look â the one that said âI love you, but youâre absolutely lying to yourselfâ. âSo when you start whining about being cold later, Iâll get to say I told you so?â
âYou wonât,â you said defiantly, sticking your tongue out before sauntering ahead of him. He just chuckled, following like a loyal shadow.
His practice room always felt like home to you â loud music echoing off the mirrors, the familiar chaotic laughter of SEVENTEEN, staff walking around with clipboards, the constant squeak of sneakers against the polished floor.
âyn!â The members lit up the moment you stepped in, hugging you like you were the groupâs unofficial mascot. Someone yelled, âMingyuâs emotional support human is here!â and the others cackled while Mingyu simply smiled.
You settled cross-legged on the floor near the mirrors as practice began. Watching them dance was like witnessing a synchronized storm â powerful yet precise. But your eyes, traitorous as ever, always gravitated back to him.
Every water break, heâd find a way to beam at you â a wink here, a grin there, or a shamelessly blown kiss that earned him groans from the others.
âYou good? Want anything? Want to go home? Want snacks?â heâd ask at random intervals, jogging over like an overexcited golden retriever.
âI want you to breathe,â youâd laugh, patting his cheek. Heâd nod solemnly, pretend to inhale dramatically, then run back like youâd just recharged him.
During one break, he flopped down beside you and rested his damp head on your shoulder, closing his eyes like your existence alone was better than oxygen. You absentmindedly stroked his hair, and he melted into your side⊠until Hoshi yelled from across the room, âYah! Save it for after practice!â
Later, the song ended again. Everyone froze as the choreographer began explaining a correction to Hoshi and the others. Mingyu stood listening obediently, chest rising and falling heavily from exertion, cheeks flushed, hair sticking adorably to his forehead.
You stood up quietly. He noticed â his brows knit together suspiciously.
Before he could ask, you stepped behind him and tugged his hoodie up and over his head in one swift motion.
The entire room erupted.
âOOOOH?â
âHELLO???â
âSCANDALOUS!â Jeonghan gasped dramatically.
âYou two need a whole house, not just a room!â Seokmin shouted from across the room
Mingyu stood frozen, now exposed in just his tank top, utterly stunned â but smiling like an idiot.
You slipped the hoodie over your own head in the most casual manner possible, as if you hadnât just stripped an idol in front of twelve people and multiple staff members. âRelax,â you said flatly. âI just wanted his hoodie.â
A collective âMm-hmmâŠâ echoed through the room.
Mingyu laughed â bright, breathless, and helplessly in love. He stepped toward you, lifted your chin with his knuckle, and kissed your temple, sweat and all.
âYou couldâve just asked,â he murmured with that soft smile only you ever got to see.
âI did in my mind,â you quipped. âYou just werenât listening.â
He shook his head fondly, already slipping his arms into the cold air without complaint.
After all, he hadnât worn that hoodie for himself.
Heâd worn it for you â knowing youâd eventually take it anyway.
Summary: He is leaving for his dance practice, but you don't want him to leave with that compression shirt.
Warnings: Mature/romantic tension, suggestive situations, verbal dominance, and sensual but vague content.
Wc: 0.8k
âBaby, Iâm leaving for practice.â Seungcheolâs voice cut through the quiet morning as he stepped out of your shared bedroom, stretching long limbs toward the kitchen. He already knew where youâd beâcoffee in hand, hair messy from sleep, heart just beginning to wake.
âWhen will you beââ You moved instinctively to meet him, to hug him, to send him off like you always did. But your words caught in your throat the moment your eyes settled on him.
And you almost dropped the coffee.
He froze, tilting his head slightly as he registered the wide-eyed stare, the slack jaw, the almost audible thump of your pulse. He glanced down at himself, as if noticing the outfit for the first time. Then, slowly, deliberately, he looked back at you.
And that smileâoh, that smile. The kind of smirk that could make knees weak, blood rush, and brains short-circuit all at once.
He was wearing black sweatpants, simple, innocuous. But the shirt⊠that damned black compression shirt. It clung to him like it had been sculpted over his body by some cruel, beautiful hand. It hugged his shoulders, tracing the curve of his biceps perfectly. It pressed across the planes of his chest and the hard ridges of his abs, molding to him in a way that felt almost sentient, like it knew exactly how to tease you.
Your throat went dry.
âYouâre not leaving the house in that,â you blurted, the words sharper than intended. âA man shouldnât be allowed to wear something this⊠indecent.â You let the joke hang in the air, the kind usually said to womenâbut even as you spoke, your pulse betrayed you. Because truthfully, you didnât want him to go. Not today. Not like this.
âDoes my baby like it so much?â he asked, stepping closer, deliberate, stalking, until the only space left between you was the width of a breath. Your body leaned back, pressed against the edge of the counter, and he tilted his head slightly. The movement made your stomach clench, dizzying, disorienting.
âDo you want to keep me here,â he murmured, his voice teasing but edged with something sharp that made your breath catch, âso only you get the view?â
You bit your lip, a smirk trying to fight its way onto your face. âI could, if I wanted.â But the words lacked confidence. He always had this power over you, this way of letting you taste control without ever actually letting you hold it.
He leaned closer, lips barely brushing your ear. âAnd how,â he asked, low, soft, almost intimate, âwould you do that?â
âCheolâŠâ You exhaled, trying to muster firmness, trying to push him toward the door. âYou said you had practice. The boys are waitingâgo.â
He hummed against your skin, a sound that was almost a growl, and slid his hands to your waist, holding you with a gentle yet iron grip. âBut youâre the one who said youâd lock me up,â he whispered. âSo tell me⊠how exactly? Tie me up and⊠use me?â His closeness made your hands twitch to his shoulders without permission.
âCheolâŠâ you tried again, weak and breathless.
He didnât let you finish. âWe both know,â he murmured, voice a dangerous lull, âthat if you actually tried, youâd get tired halfway through⊠and end up begging me to take over. Isnât that right?â
You shivered involuntarily, and you hated that it was true.
âL-letâs see then,â you stuttered, embarrassed by the weakness in your own voice.
His laugh was low, amused, infuriatingly sexy. âIâd love to see you try.â
In one fluid motion, he caught your wrists and drew them behind you. His other hand ghosted along your neck and jaw, fingers trailing in a way that made your head tilt back, a soft whine slipping out before you could stop it. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as his proximityâand that shirt, stretched over every line of his bodyâoverwhelmed you.
You cursed your life quietly.
But you couldnât deny it. The way he held you, the way his lips hovered so close to your skin, the smirk pressed just lightly against your throatâit was maddening. Breathless. Torturously perfect.
âYou couldnât keep your word for even a second, hmm?â he said, voice soft, teasing, dangerous, and every word was a challenge that made your knees feel ready to give in.
You opened your mouth, heart hammering, searching for a reply, but the words failed. And in that moment, you knewâhe had won, just by standing there, in that shirt, close enough to steal your breath and keep your mind spinning.
âMaybe I donât want to,â you finally whispered, voice trembling, almost lost in the thrum of tension.
You stepped into the room and immediately froze, taking in the sight before you. Wonwoo was slouched in front of his PC, utterly absorbed in the screen, his fingers dancing across the keyboard and mouse with fluid precision. He hadnât even noticed your presence yet, and a shiver ran down your spine at how oblivious he was. How easy would it be for someone to slip in here, unseen, if he couldnât even sense you standing just a few feet away?
âJeon Wonwoo,â you called softly, your voice slicing through the low hum of his computer. Still nothing. He was completely locked in, his focus absolute, entirely unaware of you looming behind him. You sighed, closing your eyes briefly and letting out a slow breath, trying to steady yourself.
Apparently, this was how he chose to spend his holiday night â glued to a screen instead of paying attention to you. He didnât always do this, but tonight, you needed him. You needed his attention, his touch, the warmth of him acknowledging you was there, alive and real.
âJEON WONWOO!â You yelled, a sharper edge to your tone this time. His body flinched instantly, reflexively swatting at the air with his mouse, before his eyes landed on you. Relief washed over his expression as he realized it was you. His hand instinctively came to rest on his chest, calming himself.
âYou scared me, baby,â he murmured, his voice smooth, almost lazy, and without another glance, he dove right back into his game as if you hadnât existed. You blinked in disbelief, jaw slack, at the sheer audacity.
And that lollipop â perched in his mouth so casually, so completely nonchalant â made it worse.
âAre you just gonna stand there?â He asked, not turning, his fingers never missing a beat on the keyboard. Watching them move, you couldnât help but imagine how those same fingers could move across you, igniting every nerve.
You pushed a sigh through your lips, crossing the room and perching on the edge of the bed. âWonwoo, I need your attention right now,â you whined, pouting as you stared at him, pleading silently with the tilt of your head.
Finally, he turned, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. âWell, revenge,â he said casually, returning to his game with a glance over his shoulder. âLast time, you made me wait hours for your attention while you went out for a girlsâ night.â
âThatâs different,â you muttered, but he didnât even bother to argue.
âItâs not. Wait a few minutes, and youâll have all my attention,â he replied, his eyes still on the screen. A small, teasing smile lingered at the corner of his mouth, the kind that made your stomach clench and your pulse race.
Minutes slipped by â no, an hour â as you scrolled lazily through your phone on the bed, glancing at him intermittently. The lollipop had changed flavors now â strawberry milk, the way the pink tip glistened against his lips making your mouth water.
Enough. You pushed yourself up, striding toward him with purpose. Before he could protest, you swung onto his lap, straddling him, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders.
âI swear, just two minutes, Iâm gonna win,â he murmured, but you knew this wouldnât be over that quickly. You ground your hips against his, slow at first, teasing, feeling his eyes flutter closed in response.
The rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the keyboard and mouse under your hands made a wicked smirk pull at your lips. You slowed your movements deliberately, dragging out the moment, forcing him to resist. His lollipop still teasingly between his teeth, he glared down at you, expression darkening.
âDonât do that,â he warned, his voice suddenly deep, low, and commanding â a stark contrast to his casual gaming tone.
âDo what?â you asked innocently, rolling your hips against him, making him tilt his head back and grit his teeth.
âWhatever youâre doing right now,â he said, his hands gripping your waist, halting your movements. Serious. Intense. Dominating.
âThen stop playing and focus on me,â you whispered, pressing your lips to his. The moment your mouths met, you explored each other slowly at first â teasing, savoring â his lollipop brushed against your lips, tangling briefly with your tongue in a dance of taste and heat.
He caught your gaze on his mouth and tilted the lollipop in your direction. âYou want this, baby?â he asked, voice husky, and placed it between your lips.
You took it eagerly, your fingers brushing against his as you leaned back, dragging the lollipop across your neck. Wonwooâs soft gasp echoed against your skin, and you relished the shiver it sent down your spine. âEat it,â you whispered, guiding him with your movements.
His lips traced the sticky sweetness, licking and sucking over every inch you exposed, leaving trails of warmth and breathless moans. You threw your head back, lost in sensation, hips instinctively pressing against him.
âMy baby is always so needy,â he teased, alternating between sucking on the lollipop and grazing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You gasped and moaned, writhing against him, utterly consumed.
âWonwoo⊠want your attention,â you whimpered, too distracted by the fiery heat of his mouth along your skin, the subtle bite at your collarbone, the way he explored every inch without mercy.
He finally pulled away, sucking the lollipop between his teeth before capturing your lips in a kiss that was hard, deep, and teasingly demanding all at once. Tongues tangled, lips pressed, small nibbles and suction leaving a trail of pleasure, making you grind instinctively against him.
The lollipop found its way between your mouths again, and the taste, combined with his hands and heat, made your body hum in response, hips rolling naturally with the rhythm of his movements.
Eventually, you both broke apart, gasping for air, lips tingling from the intensity, breath mingling in the space between you. You carefully pried the lollipop from him, savoring the sticky sweetness one last time, and slid off his lap, letting your eyes roam over his stunned, frowning expression.
âGet up and make me food,â you said, smirking as you turned to leave for the kitchen. âIâm not letting you fuck me tonight. Itâs your punishment.â.
Wonwooâs mouth opened slightly in disbelief, eyes following your retreating figure, the heat of the previous moments still lingering in the room.
Summary: You get insecure when you heard the rumour of your boyfriend liking someone from his back-up dancers.
Tags: patient and gentle mingyu, insecure reader, fluff.
Warnings: reader is insecure, kinda toxic, pet names for reader (Love, baby, Sunshine)
Mingyu unlocked the door with a soft smile already tugging at his lips, fully expecting to be met by the usual warmth you always greeted him with. Heâd been looking forward to your hug since the moment he stepped out of the house that morning.
âSunshine, where are you?â he called out, placing his bag on the couch. He barely had time to turn around before you appeared behind him.
But the sight of you made his smile fade just a little. Your face was too still, too calmâmissing that spark he was so used to coming home to. No bright grin, no enthusiastic leap into his arms. Just quiet.
âI didnât make dinner today. I wasnât feeling good, so I ordered in,â you said, stepping forward to hug him, but it felt half-heartedâas if you were just completing a habit instead of wanting the moment.
You started to pull away almost immediately, but Mingyuâs hands settled on your waist, holding you close. You let out a small sigh.
âI wouldnât mind even if you ordered in every day,â he murmured gently. âIâd cook for us when I get back if you just waited. But whatâs with your mood? Did something happen? Did someone upset you?â
You tried to step away again, but he just tightened his hold. âItâs nothingââ
Before you could lie your way out of it, he had already pulled you down onto his lap on the couch.
âSunshine,â he said softly but firmly, âtalk to me. Somethingâs wrong. Are you tired? Do you feel sick? Feverish?â He reached up to touch your forehead, but you swatted his hand away without thinking.
For a split second, guilt stabbed you when you saw the surprise flicker across his faceâbut he still gave you that soft, patient smile like he refused to be upset with you.
Then something clicked in his head, and his eyes widened slightly. âWait⊠Is this about that rumor with the backup dancer?â
You said nothing. And that silence said everything.
You tried to get off his lap, but he didnât let you. His arms caged you in place without effort. âHey, babyâlook at me.â
You refused, eyes fixed on anywhere but him, but Mingyu slid his fingers under your chin and gently lifted your face. The second your gaze met his, everything cracked. Tears spilled down your cheeks before you could stop them.
âSunshine,â he whispered, gathering you into his chest as you clung to him, âitâs nothing. Itâs just a rumor.â
You shook your head, voice small and trembling. âNo⊠she was so pretty. She had beautiful eyes, and everything about herââ
âNo one is as beautiful as you are to me,â Mingyu cut in gently but firmly.
He leaned back enough to look at you. âYou really think Iâd want anyone else when I have you? You know youâre the only person I think about.â
You swallowed, sniffling. âBut the way you looked at her⊠I think you like her.â
Mingyu let out a breath and shook his head slowly. âLove, I only glanced at her because she was right in front of me on stage. It mightâve looked like I was staring, but that was just slow-motion playing tricks.â His voice was steady, honestâalmost annoyed that something so small had hurt you.
You hesitated, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. âI mean⊠itâs okay if you actually like her. Just be honest.â
He caught your hand and held it gently. âI am being honest. I donât want anybody else. I want you. I wouldnât trade you for the world.â
Tears fell again, but this time from relief. He thumbed them away tenderly. âYouâre insecure right now, I get that,â he said softly, âbut youâre mine. I wonât ever make you doubt that.â
âYou swear you donât like her?â you asked one last time, desperately needing the reassurance.
âI donât like her,â Mingyu said, voice firm, no hesitation, no stumble. âI love you. Only you.â
That was enough to break you down completely. You buried your face into his shoulder. âI love you too. Please donât leave me.â
âNever,â he whispered, kissing your hair.
Then, in typical Mingyu fashion, he added with a crooked smile, âTell you what⊠if itâll ease that pretty little head of yours, why donât you mark me up? Neck, collarboneâclaim me however you want. Iâm all yours.â
You let out a watery scoff and hit his chest lightly. His grin only widened.
You wished you were a little more secure in yourselfâbut you knew one thing: every time your doubts tried to swallow you, Mingyu always knew how to pull you back. And youâd keep tryingâfor him, and for you.
Tags: fluff, established relationship, meeting your parents for the first time.
Warnings: mentions of kissing, mingyu being nervous
wc: 0.9k
You and Mingyu were finally on the way to your parentsâ house, after dodging this meeting for nearly seven months. It wasnât that you were avoiding them â Mingyu just hadnât felt ready, and you didnât want to throw him into something he wasnât confident about, even if your parents had been dying to at least see the man their child had been dating for four years.
"I'm so nervous I donât even know how you trusted me behind a steering wheel," he muttered, fingers tapping anxiously over the leather. âIf I crash, just know I loved you.â
You snorted and turned your face toward the window to hide your laugh, but he definitely noticed.
âDonât giggle at me like that,â he said, narrowing his eyes at you before looking back at the road. A beat of silence passed before he perked up like heâd just had an epiphany.
âWaitâidea.â He didnât even look at you. âWhat if we kiss before reaching there? Itâll calm my nerves.â
You turned to him slowly, already unimpressed. âYou just want an excuse to kiss me.â
âIâm being medically serious,â he tried to argue, though his voice betrayed him. âScience probably agrees.â
âAnd what? You show up with puffy lips and my dad assumes I assaulted you?â you deadpanned.
He groaned dramatically and leaned his head back against the headrest. âFine. Reject me in HD then.â
Despite his dramatics, he got the two of you there without causing a two-person funeral.
Mingyu hurried to your side once the car stopped, opening the passenger door with over-the-top gentleman energy. He reached into the backseat and grabbed the gifts heâd carefully chosen, holding them in one hand while taking your hand with the other. You gave him a reassuring smile, your thumb brushing over his knuckles.
âYouâll be fine,â you said softly.
âIâm sweating in places I didnât know could sweat,â he whispered back.
You knocked, and your parents opened the door. Mingyu immediately bowed politely, and you stepped in to hug them both.
âWelcome, welcome. Come in, kids,â your mom said cheerfully.
Your dad motioned for you both to sit on the couch before taking the armchair opposite you.
âI, um⊠brought gifts for youâboth of you. Mom and dad,â Mingyu said, catching himself halfway. Your dad raised a brow, and Mingyu froze for a second.
âRelax, son,â your mom said with a laugh. âJust call us mom and dad. Itâs fine.â
You laughed along, and Mingyu let out a shaky breath and smiled awkwardly.
He handed them the gifts and encouraged them to open them so heâd know if they liked them or not. Your mom went first, carefully opening her box to reveal a gorgeous tea set and a soft, elegant scarf.
âOh my god, this is beautiful,â she said, genuinely delighted as she got up to hug him. âI love it.â
You felt smugly proud because heâd picked everything without asking you for help.
Your dad opened his gift more slowly, and when he saw the imported Italian wine, his eyebrows lifted before he forced them down again â pretending to be unimpressed despite the way he stared at the label.
You could tell he was pleased, even if he kept his voice flat. âThank you,â he said.
âMy pleasure, dad,â Mingyu replied smoothly.
Your fatherâs eyes flickered â the smallest sign of approval.
âHow many years have you both been dating?â he asked, even though he knew very well.
âFour years, dad,â Mingyu answered, shifting only slightly.
Your father leaned back. âAnd when are you planning to marry her? Isnât that a long time to just date?â
You held your breath, watching Mingyu. He straightened his shoulders and spoke clearly.
âI understand your concern, uncleâdad,â he corrected himself. âIâm not delaying it without reason. I want to build the stability she deserves before marrying her. Iâd rather do it right than rush it and fail her.â
You nodded in agreement, silently proud of the confidence in his voice.
Your dad gave a small nod tooâimpressed even if he refused to show it fully.
âCan you cook? Clean? Because Iâm not letting a man marry my daughter if he canât handle basic survival.â
Your dad shot you a look before turning back to Mingyu.
Mingyu actually chuckled. âYes, dad. I can do both. I won several cooking competitions when I was younger, and your daughter is obsessed with my food. Cleaning is something I actually enjoyâit relaxes me.â
âHe really does cook well,â you added, resting your hand over his.
Your mom narrowed her eyes playfully. âBetter than me?â
You pretended to think. â...Possibly.â
Mingyu snapped his head toward you in disbelief while your mom gave you a mock glare.
Your dad continued with a few more serious questions, and Mingyu answered each one like heâd trained for this his whole life. Calm. Honest. Steady.
Finally, your dad stood up, hands behind his back.
âMarry her soon,â he said, tone plain but definite, before heading toward his room.
You got up and hugged him on the way, while your mom, practically glowing, clapped her hands together in approval.
Mingyu exhaled like heâd just run ten kilometers and slouched a little beside you.
You leaned in and whispered, âSee? They like you.â
âI think I just survived a boss level,â he whispered back.
Tags: fluff, established relationship, shy mingyu, suggestive content
Warnings: nsfw implications, mild sexual language.
Wc: 0.7k
You didnât realize youâd fallen asleep again until something brushed against your cheek. It was featherâlight, barely there, but enough to make your body flinch on instinct. Your lashes fluttered, and your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the soft morning light slipping in through the curtains.
The second your vision cleared, you caught him.
Mingyu â who was very much awake â panicked the instant you looked at him and threw a pillow over his face like a guilty child caught stealing cookies. You stared at the sight for two full seconds and immediately knew what heâd been doing. Of course you did â he always did this. You smiled, amused and painfully fond.
âMingyu,â you said, tone flat and serious just to mess with him.
He froze midâpretend sleep. Then, with the slowest, most dramatic movement ever, he lifted the pillow off his face and held it awkwardly against his chest. His ears were already turning pink.
âIâm sorryâ but Iâm not a creep! I wasnât tryiââ
You leaned in and kissed him before he could embarrass himself further. His words died against your lips, and the flush on his cheeks deepened until it looked like heâd been caught in the actâwhich, technically, he had. You felt him melt into the kiss for a second before pulling back, breath warm and uneven.
You didnât need an explanation. You already knew he was just admiring you, like he always did when he thought you wouldnât notice.
And honestly? Watching this sixâfoot baby turn red was hilarious, especially considering the fact thatâjust last nightâhe was rearranging your insides like he was born to do it. Now he was shying away like you hadnât been begging for him hours ago. The contrast alone made you grin like an idiot.
It was your first time sleeping together like that in the two years youâve been dating. Maybe thatâs why this morning felt softer⊠sweeter⊠a little unreal.
âI know, love,â you said quietly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
Mingyu sighed in relief, the corners of his mouth lifting into that sleepy, boyish smile you loved too much. He slid an arm around your waist and tugged you against his chest like he couldnât stand even a centimeter between you.
His shirt hung off your frame â loose, oversized, and warm â and he couldnât stop staring at how small you looked in it. Seeing you like that, curled into his sheets after a night of finally having you in every way heâd imagined, did something to him he couldnât put into words.
âW-was it good?â he asked suddenly, voice quiet and hesitant near your ear. You felt his chest rise and fall faster, nervousness creeping in despite how confidently he held you last night. âWas I too hard on you? Iâm soââ
âNo,â you cut in before he could overthink himself into oblivion. âI liked it. Like⊠really liked it.â
His muscles relaxed immediately, tension melting from his shoulders. You could feel the way his breathing steadied as your fingers lazily traced patterns over his skin.
He was a bit different in bed â intense, focused, a little rough in the best way â but you enjoyed that version of him just as much as the soft one who was currently hiding his face in your hair.
He hesitated before speaking again, cheeks still warm. âBut Iâm sorry⊠Iâll be softer next time. I didnât want to hurt you.â
You only hummed at that and nuzzled into his neck, pressing a slow kiss to the spot just below his jaw. He made a noise â something between a laugh and a shy whine â and his grip around your waist tightened.
âDo you wanna sleep more, baby?â he asked, voice already growing drowsy again.
You nodded against his skin, your lips grazing his throat. He gave the cutest halfâasleep chuckle at the tickle of it.
âAfter we wake up, Iâll cook for you, yeah?â he mumbled, pressing one last kiss to the top of your head.
You didnât bother replying. You just melted into his warmth, letting his arms pull you closer as the steady rhythm of his breathing lulled you back to sleep â safe, sore, happy, and his.
Warnings: mingyu is clingy af, mingyu crying (why is that even a warning idk), pet name: puppy (m)
Wc: 0.6k
Mingyu rushed to the door the second he heard the knock, barely remembering to flick the stove off on his way. His footsteps were heavy, hurried, almost desperate â like he already knew it was you. And he was right.
When the door swung open, the sight of you with your luggage nearly broke him. You didnât even have a second to greet him properly before he crashed into you, wrapping you up in his arms so tightly that it almost knocked the breath out of you.
âWhy didnât you tell me you were coming now??!â Mingyu mumbled into your shoulder, his voice muffled, shaky. Youâd told him you were coming home today, yes, but you hadnât mentioned the exact time.
Part of you wanted to surprise him, maybe even tease him â and judging by the fact that he smelled faintly of spices, he mustâve been cooking just in case you arrived hungry.
You smiled into his shoulder, hugging him back. âDid my puppy miss me?â you teased softly, though your chest ached at how tight he was holding you. He was massive â tall, broad, so much muscle pressing against you â yet in your arms, he felt small. Fragile, even. God, you missed him.
Your trip back to your hometown hadnât been long, just a week, but it had felt like forever. Mingyu had insisted he wanted to go with you, meet your parents properly, and stay with you, but you told him no â he had schedules, practice, responsibilities. You couldnât just let him drop everything to tag along, even if secretly youâd wanted nothing more than to have him there.
âOf course, I did. I⊠I m-missed you so much,â Mingyu whispered, his voice breaking at the edges. You froze, because for a second, you swore he was crying. He quickly pulled away, turning his face aside so you wouldnât see the tears clinging to his lashes. Still, with one hand he gently tugged you inside, the other grabbing your luggage with ease.
Once the bags were tucked away, he returned â not giving you space, not giving you a chance to move. He grabbed a blanket from the couch and draped it around your shoulders, his fingers lingering a little too long on your skin, as though he was reassuring himself you were really there.
Then, without giving you a choice, he pulled you down onto his lap, holding you securely against him, his lips pushing into a little pout like a kid demanding comfort.
âPlease donât leave me again,â Mingyu whispered, his lips brushing against your neck. His voice cracked mid-sentence, and you could feel the wetness of fresh tears soaking into your skin.
You wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his soft, trembling lips before tucking his head against your shoulder. âIâm sorry,â you murmured, stroking his back slowly, âIâll take you too next time. Promise.â
He nodded, not moving his head, just clinging tighter, breathing you in like he was trying to memorize your scent. His nose brushed against your neck again and again, little sniffles escaping as he tried (and failed) to hold it together.
You let him stay there, holding him close, until finally you whispered against his hair, âOh, by the way â Mom made your favorite pickle and kimchi.â
That got him. Mingyu pulled back so fast you almost laughed, his face still damp with tears but lighting up with the brightest smile. His eyes were still red, still swollen, but the joy shining through made you want to kiss him all over again.
Pairing: Boyfriend!Mingyu x girlfriend!reader x girlfriend!Seoyeon
Summary: Mingyu was tired from work, and you wanted to please him while your girlfriend slept in his arms.
Warnings: Poly relationship, oral (m recieving), rough, hair pulling, cum drinking, reader is a bit of a brat, Mingyu is a tease, degradation kink, top!Mingyu, bottom!reader.
Wc: 1.6k
Mingyu pushed his glasses a fraction higher on the bridge of his nose, the movement subtle but habitual.
His eyes stayed fixed on the movements flickering across the television screen, though without much interest. He had chosen a channel at random, one that proved far too dull for his taste.
From the doorway of your shared bedroom, you found yourself watching him. His attention was fixed on the television, though there was no real interest behind itâhe watched only to watch, out of habit more than anything.
Mingyu had come home at an hour far earlier than usual, long after you and your girlfriend had stopped waiting as he told you to. And now, as if nothing had shifted, he sat there with his gaze glued to a lifeless program, eyes sharp despite the dullness before him.
You sighed as you padded across the room, each step deliberate, hesitant, like you were intruding on the stillness that wrapped itself around him. Mingyu sat slouched on the couch, his shoulders squared in quiet tension, jaw tight, his focus fixed on the television though you could tell he wasnât really watching. He hadnât even noticed you yet, too deep inside his own exhaustion.
It wasnât until you reached himâclose enough for your warmth to brush against hisâthat he finally looked up. His eyes softened instantly, and though the smile he gave you was tired, it still managed to tug at something deep inside your chest. There was worry written all over your face, you knew it, and he knew it too. You could feel how much he wanted to erase that worry, even if he barely had the strength left.
He sat with his legs spread wide, grey sweatpants loose around him, his long frame effortlessly commanding the space. Even like thisâhair messy, eyes heavy-lidded, shoulders weighed down by fatigueâhe looked almost painfully attractive. The sight made guilt coil inside you. You shouldnât be staring at him like this when he was clearly so tired.
Mingyu chuckled softly when his gaze followed yours downward, catching exactly what had distracted you. His sweatpants. He knew. The sound of his laugh was faint, a little frayed from exhaustion, but it was real. It sent heat creeping up your neck all the same.
âUmm⊠Iâm sorry,â you muttered quickly, eyes darting away, embarrassed at being caught. Inside, you cursed yourselfâthis wasnât the time to get flustered, not when you shouldâve been comforting him after the long day heâd had.
But Mingyu only smirked, his hand slipping easily around your wrist to tug you forward, pulling you down into his lap as if you weighed nothing.
âMingyu, youâre tired. I can just sit on the couch,â you tried to protest softly, but the words died as soon as his lips found yours.
The kiss started gentle, nothing more than a brush, but it deepened fastâhis mouth pressing firmer, hungrier, as though the taste of you was the only thing keeping him grounded.
His hands roamed from your waist down to the curve of your ass, kneading, pulling you closer until your body fit perfectly against his. When he rolled his hips subtly upward, the hard outline beneath his sweatpants pressed against you, dragging a helpless moan from your throat into his mouth.
âI miss you both,â he breathed when he finally tore his lips away, his forehead resting against yours. His voice was low, roughened by more than fatigueâit was laced with longing.
Your chest tightened at that. Even with how drained he was, his first thought was still of you and Seoyeon. You knew his routine: come home late, eat whatever you left him in the fridge, then sink into the couch with the TV murmuring faintly in the background. And still, he was missing you.
The truth was, you and Seoyeon missed him just as much. You thought of the visits to his office, how his face always lit up when you both showed up unexpectedly. How Seoyeon would climb onto his lap, curling into him like she belonged there, falling asleep while he kept typing away, a small smile tugging at his lips the entire time. And youâd watch from across the couch, your chest aching with warmth at the sight of the two people you loved most.
Leaning down, you pressed a slow kiss to his jaw, then another just beneath his ear. His skin was warm, the faint scent of himâcologne mixed with sweat and something purely Mingyuâfilling your senses. âWe miss you too,â you whispered against his neck, your lips dragging softly over the sensitive skin, âbut itâs fine. We understand.â
Mingyuâs fingers slid into your hair, gripping just enough to tilt your head back. His eyes burned into yours for a second before he pulled you down to his lips again. The kiss was hungrier this time, rougher, as if he couldnât decide whether he wanted to devour you or fall asleep holding you. The television played on, but its sound was nothing more than distant noise now.
The only thing that mattered was the heat of his mouth, the press of his hands, and the way his body clung to yours like he wasnât ready to let go.
"Please... let me suck you off." You breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper as Mingyu withdrew slightly. With a final, lingering kiss, he pulled back, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he nodded, encouraging you to continue.
You gracefully slid off his lap, positioning yourself on your knees before him. The sight of you in that moment captivated Mingyu, making him forget everything else; your eager eyes, filled with a desire to please him, were all he could focus on.
With deliberate slowness, you began to lower his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his member to the cool air, prompting a sharp intake of breath from him as his fingers tangled in your hair, a hiss escaping his lips.
His commanding presence always left you feeling weak, and the way he exuded dominance was undeniably alluring. "Baby, hurry up," he urged, his tone laced with impatience as you began to stroke him, your palm gliding up and down without fully committing.
You relished in being a tease, always pushing his buttons, craving the thrill of his desire to discipline you. You knew Mingyu would take control if you didnât comply, but you had never actually uttered the word 'no' to him.
With a firm grip, Mingyu guided your head towards his length, his voice dropping to a low growl, "I wonât say it again." The shift in his tone from sweet to commanding sent a rush of excitement through you, causing you to moisten with anticipation.
As you opened your mouth, he pressed your head down onto him, maintaining a firm hold while still allowing you some freedom to move, though you found yourself reluctant to do much more than tease, merely licking the tip.
Mingyu let out a groan, his frustration evident. "Slut canât behave for once, can she?" he remarked, before swiftly taking control, moving your head to suit his pleasure. This was precisely what you craved: to be used by him, to be at his mercy.
Just then, Seoyeon entered the room, plopping down on the couch, the hand behind your head slowing its movements. You glanced up to see her rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep, staring at the two of you as if you were both out of your minds.
"Please, continue. I heard some noise and thought Mingyu had come, and since you werenât beside me, I wanted to see what you two were up to," she said, her sleepy voice eliciting a coo from both you and Mingyu. Yet, he kept his hand firmly behind your head, ensuring you remained in place.
Mingyu cast a warm smile at Seoyeon, drawing her in for a tender kiss. He was acutely aware of how you relished being treated as if you were merely a plaything, while Seoyeon was cherished like royalty. This knowledge thrilled him, knowing it would elicit a response from you, a fact that even Seoyeon recognized as she smiled gently against his lips.
As they broke the kiss, Mingyu playfully remarked, "What are you staring at? Get back to your work," a smirk dancing on his lips as you resumed your position on him once more.
Seoyeon nestled her head comfortably on Mingyu's shoulder, while he began to thrust into you with a fervor that was both harsh and exhilarating, his groans sending waves of pleasure through you, causing your panties to become soaked with your own arousal. Before long, Seoyeon succumbed to sleep, allowing Mingyu to continue his relentless pace, granting you brief moments to catch your breath before he plunged back into your mouth. His groans grew louder, the sensation of your nose brushing against his abdomen prompting him to grip your hair tightly.
"So good... Damn! I'm about to cum, make sure you take every drop," he exclaimed, his head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes shut tight as he pulled you back by your hair after releasing himself into your mouth. You eagerly drank every last drop, as if you had been deprived for an eternity, which made Mingyu look at you with a sense of pride. "Such a good little slut, taking everything I give you as if you were born for it," he praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Leaning down, Mingyu captured your lips in a kiss, savoring the taste of his climax lingering on your tongue as he playfully sucked on your lips. After the kiss, you turned to Seoyeon, who had once again drifted off on Mingyu's shoulder, looking adorably peaceful. She appeared so cute in that moment that an overwhelming urge to shower her with kisses washed over you. Mingyu, sensing your affection, pulled you to sit beside him, sharing kisses with both you and Seoyeon, creating a moment of intimacy that felt both tender and electric.
