GENRE: tooth-rotting fluff, nothing but good ol' domestic boyfriend!mingyu
WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol consumption, being drunk and partying, lots of kisses, pet names (just baby), mingyu's love language clearly being physical touch and acts of service lol
WORD COUNT: 675
In all the years Kim Mingyu has known you—five, to be exact—he has never seen you this hammered.
He always knew you were a lightweight, which was why you were usually so careful with your alcohol intake whenever you went out with friends. But tonight was different. And honestly, if there were ever a night to let loose, your best friend’s bachelorette party was a worthy occasion.
“Partied hard, huh?” he teases, glancing up at you from where he’s crouched on the marble-tiled floor, carefully undoing the clasps of your glittery heels. You let out a dramatic moan as he frees your feet from the torture devices you had optimistically called “elegant,” pouting at your gentle giant of a boyfriend.
“I only had three drinks,” you hiccup, trying your best to sound convincing. Mingyu quirks an eyebrow, clearly amused at your confession. He is not convinced, not after seeing the chaotic stream of videos you had sent him throughout the night to update him on all the shenanigans you and your friend group were up to.
“Okay, maybe seven.”
“Seven? Baby, that’s a new record,” He laughs, the sound warm and boyish, his eyes crinkling with mirth.
You try to stand, but your legs wobble beneath you. Mingyu immediately moves to steady you, his hands gentle but firm as you groan and lean heavily into his support.
“I swear I’m never doing this again,” you mutter, swaying involuntarily. You try not to think about the killer hangover waiting for you in the morning. “I still have to take my makeup off.”
Mingyu scoffs dramatically, pretending to be offended at your remark.
“You think I’m going to let the love of my life take their own makeup off when they’re this tired? What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?”
Without waiting for a response, he scoops you up effortlessly in his arms and carries you to the bathroom, setting you down on the countertop like something precious. He moves with quiet efficiency, pulling out the makeup wipes and various other paraphernalia from the drawer and getting straight to work.
Mingyu’s touch is feather-light, gently wiping away the trades of makeup as if you were made of fine glass. Most of it has already faded—except for the smudged eyeliner, stubborn glitter and lashes that are still valiantly clinging to life. He’s so focused on the task that it makes you want to giggle, and when you do, he glances up, scrunching his nose at you in playful suspicion.
“Stop giggling, I am trying to focus,” Mingyu replies, booping the tip of your nose with a q-tip.
After each area he wipes clean, he presses a gentle kiss to the newly bare skin—your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose. And despite the buzz still humming through your system, your heart swells with a different kind of warmth.
Perhaps it’s the copious amounts of alcohol currently swimming through your system, but you swear Mingyu has never looked this ethereal. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt and soft plaid pajama bottoms, he resembles something otherworldly—angelic, almost. The soft, mellow lighting in your shared apartment’s bathroom casts a golden glow over his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the brown in his eyes.
You think you have fallen in love with your boyfriend all over again.
Overwhelmed by the sight of your beautiful boyfriend and the way his hands move to touch you, you can’t help but reach out and squish the sides of his cheeks, forcing his lips into a pout.
“I’m sorry you have to do this,” you mumble, the guilt slipping through your drunken haze.
He smiles, removing your hands from his face and interlocking it with his. He presses a kiss on the back of each hand, crouching slightly to level his eyes with yours.
“Baby, you do not have to be sorry at all,” he says simply, the softness in his voice never wavering.
“I’d do this every night if it meant getting to be with you like this.”
Sooo, this is my first time publishing anything, like literally. I have so many drafts on Wattpad and in my notes, and I thought it'd be a good time to publish something. So I'm starting off strong with a Mingyu x afab!Reader smut (+ fluff at the end, kinda). Also, English isn't my first language!Wc : 2.8k
Warnings: heavy makeout, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), slight grinding, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, pinv sex, virgin!reader, but it's untold, cowgirl, Mingyu has a thing for thighs, Mingyu's told he has a big dick...
The apartment feels so much more cozy tonight. I wonder what the reason is for so long, until I realize she is.
There’s a glass on the coffee table I forgot to move, a hoodie thrown over the arm of the couch, the faint hum of the city outside bleeding in through the window. It should feel messy. Instead, with her here, it feels… full.
She's sprawled across my couch as she owns it, one leg tucked under her, the other stretched out, sock half slipping off her heel. She’s been talking for the last five minutes about something completely ridiculous, hands moving as she explains, eyes bright in that way that always pulls my attention back, no matter how many times I’ve seen it.
“And then he just- you’re not listening,” she interrupts herself, narrowing her eyes at me.
“I am,” I say, leaning back, watching her more than I’m listening. “I just don’t agree with your storytelling skills.”
“My storytelling skills are incredible.”
“They’re biased.”
She scoffs, grabbing the pillow beside her and tossing it at me. I catch it easily, grinning.
I shake my head and toss the pillow back at her. She catches it, hugging it loosely to her chest. The teasing lingers, softens into silence.
We don’t fill it right away.
She shifts after a second, leaning forward, elbows on her knees, and reaches for my hand like it’s nothing. Like it’s a habit.
Her fingers slide over mine, turning my hand palm-up, tracing the lines there absentmindedly.
I watch her do it.
Her index slid up my fingers, then traced the lines, pressing a little.
“I know I have pretty hands,” I say after a moment, voice quieter now. “You don’t have to let go if you don’t want to. I can be your personal hand holder.”
She huffs a small laugh, but her thumb presses a little more firmly into my palm instead of pulling away. “That’s such a scam.”
“Hey, it’s a premium service.”
“Yeah? What’s included?”
I tilt my head, pretending to think. “Well, it's free, first of all.”
She snorts, shaking her head, but doesn’t let go.
The room settles again around us. The music fades into the background, and the only thing I really notice is the slow, absent way she keeps touching my hand as it grounds her.
After a while, she leans back, still holding on, her shoulder brushing mine. Then her head tips back against the couch - and against me.
She doesn’t move away.
Neither do I.
She lets go of my hand, and it drops to her knee. I glance down, and instead of pulling away, I move it up her thigh a bit.
There’s a shift then. It’s subtle, but it’s there. The air feels heavier, like something’s building, and neither of us is pretending not to notice anymore.
She looks up at me, and I meet her eyes. We’re closer than we were a second ago.
My hand clenches on her thigh. Her knee is brushing mine. I can feel her breathing, slightly uneven now, and I know mine isn’t any better.
She turns toward me fully this time, close enough that I can see the hesitation flicker across her face - and something else underneath it.
I don’t give myself time to overthink it.
I lean in and kiss her.
It’s soft at first. Testing.
She freezes- just for a second, and then she kisses me back, and it’s immediate, like something clicks into place. Her fingers find my shoulders, then slip free entirely so she can grab onto my shirt instead.
We pull apart just slightly, both of us breathing a little heavier now, foreheads almost brushing.
“This is a bad idea,” she whispers again, like she’s trying to convince herself.
“Probably,” I say.
And then she kisses me first this time.
It’s messier now. Less careful. She laughs quietly into it when we bump noses, and I can’t help smiling against her mouth, my hand coming up to her waist, thumb brushing under the hem of her top.
She pulls back suddenly, breath catching, her hand still gripping my shirt.
“You’re an idol,” she says, a little breathless, like the thought just hit her. “And I’m a…”
She trails off.
I don’t let her spiral there.
“You’re a girl in my apartment, on my couch,” I say, steady, keeping my hands firm on her so she has to look at me. “A beautiful girl, with a guy who really, really wants her.”
She stares at me for a second, like that lands somewhere deeper than she expected.
Then she kisses me again.
It shifts after that.
The laughter doesn’t disappear, but it fades into something quieter, woven into the way she moves closer without thinking now, the way her hands don’t hesitate anymore. I let mine slide from her waist to her hips, slow enough that she can stop me if she wants to.
She doesn’t.
Instead, she presses closer.
The kiss deepens, slows, stretches out into something that feels less like a joke and more like something we’ve been avoiding for too long.
At some point, I feel her tense- just slightly.
I pull back immediately.
She looks dazed, even with how soft my touch is, and I can't tell if she's enjoying it or is about to burst into a fit of nervous tears.
“Hey, talk to me.” I bring my hands back up to cradle the side of her face, keeping her eyes on me, and realize that it must have been too intense for her, and I can’t even begin to imagine what’s going on in her head.
“I’m okay,” she says quickly, but her voice wavers. “Just- give me a second.”
I nod, softer now. “We can stop.”
She shakes her head almost immediately, her fingers curling into my shirt again like she’s anchoring herself. “No. I don’t want to stop.”
There’s a steadiness in the way she says it that settles something in me.
“Okay,” I murmur.
I don’t rush back in.
I let my forehead rest against hers for a second, my thumb brushing lightly along her cheek, giving her time, letting her set the pace.
When she leans in again, it’s deliberate.
And this time, when we kiss, it’s slower, deeper- less laughter, more intention, but still soft around the edges.
I pull a little at her hips, and she moves on top of me, settling in my lap, straddling me carefully. I feel her hesitate and guide her lower until she's sat against me, a content hum escaping me.
She feels so soft, so warm, so good.
One of her hands trails up and behind me, tangling in my hair. I huff, "Jeez, pretty." I grip her hips firmer. "Can I move? To the bedroom, please?" I peck her forehead as I ask her.
She nods, and I stand, making her wrap her legs around me in a rush. My lips find hers once more as I kick my door shut behind us and lower her on my bed, and her hands snake down to tug at my shirt.
I sit up, taking it off, and she meets my stomach instantly, pulling me back in with her ankles crossed at my back, kissing me, as her hands trace the muscles of my stomach.
I reach under her shirt, slow, holding at her bare waist, and she arches a bit into me, sitting up a little to take off her top. My breath catches a little when she unclaps her bra too, and throws it somewhere in my room. "Fuck, baby," I kiss her. "You're gorgeous," I groan. "Let me touch you- can I touch you?"
She nods, and I don't wait a second, trailing my kisses down her neck and to her chest, hearing her gasp when I lick at her nipple, sucking softly. Her hands find my hair, tugging, and I moan against her.
That's the exact moment I take consciousness of how hard I am. My sweats feel so tight. I lower myself a little, earning just the slightest friction from her hips meeting mine.
She tenses a little "Mingyu-" she whispers, arching a little "so hard," is all she says, and I almost whine at that.
"I know, baby," I hum. "I know," my hand drifts lower, reaching the waistband of her shorts. She lifts her hips for me, "Good girl," letting me pull them down and off.
"Angel?" I look up at her, "Can I touch you?" I kiss her cheek, and she nods hurriedly, pressing her hips against mine.
Fuck, she drives me insane.
She's so sweet, so soft. I lower her body, thumbs latching into her panties and pulling them down. "Damn, baby," I hiss. "So wet," I kiss her thigh.
Her breath trembles a little, her shaking hands finding my hair again, and I lick a fat stripe up her pussy. She gasps softly, biting down on her lip, and I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking gently.
"Min," she moans, "please, more," she chokes.
I hum, pulling her thighs on top of my shoulders, licking and sucking at her properly now. She moans out, tugging at my hair, arching, her thighs clenching around my head.
Gosh, those thighs. I push my tongue into her, and she clenches again around me. My hips start grinding against the bed, and I feel myself leaking inside my pants.
I push a single finger in her, and fuck, is she tight. Her breath stutters, and she whines softly. I pull in and out of her, sucking on her clit, managing to fit a second finger in her. She gasps out at the stretch, tugging at my hair as I scissor my fingers to stretch her tight little pussy.
"Oh-" she whispers when my tongue flicks over her clit. And when I do it again, she clenches her thighs around my head.
"You like that, sweetheart?" I hum, doing it again.
She nods hurriedly, making me grin, and wrap my lips around her clit, flicking it with my tongue as I stretch her.
"Fuck" she moans, "Don't stop- please, please," she whines.
I moan, grinding harder into the bed, and when I suck on her clit, she cums, a gasp escaping her as her thighs close on my head.
I keep licking at her, tasting her juices as I withdraw my fingers, and she taps my shoulder, unhooking her legs from me with a huff. I crawl back up over her, "Okay?" I kiss her, and she nods, pulling me in again, kissing me like I just gave her the world.
Her hands push at my pants, which I gladly take off, followed by my underwear, and I notice the way her eyes widen when she sees my cock.
She blinks, then looks up at me, and a laugh escapes me while she blushes. "You're big," she breathes.
I laugh harder at that, gish, she's so cute. "I'm not that big, angel," I peck her nose.
Her eyes widen even more, and her hands touch my chest, palming my skin, hands shaking a little. I hum. She doesn't look convinced. "Hey, it's okay. We don't have to-"
"It's not that," she says, glancing down again, "But can you- go slow?" she whispers.
I frown. "Of course," I shrug. "Wasn't planning anything else," I tell her truthfully. She nods slowly. "Hm, here." I roll us so she's straddling me, holding her hips.
She wraps a hand around my cock, and my grip tightens on her hips. She strokes me, slowly, like she's unsure, and my head drops back against the pillows. "Fuck, baby," I mutter.
I'm so wet, she's so careful, and everything just makes it so much more intense.
"I'm clean," she murmurs after a second.
"What?" I look up.
She meets my eyes, "I'm clean," she repeats, "and on the pill."
I blink, too dazed to link the terms, before I understand, "Oh," I breathe, head falling back on the pillows. "Yeah, me too, angel," I say, though only one is true.
She lifts her hips, and I let go of her in case I suddenly want to, I don't know- shove my cock in her. But this is about her, and she needs time, and she's so fucking pretty and sweet that I couldn't be rough even if I wanted to.
My tip meets her slick, and I moan already, gripping the sheets at my sides. She sinks down a few inches, gasping.
"You're so fucking tight, baby," I groan, feeling her squeeze me so hard I can barely move.
She whines a little, sinking lower, when she flinches hard on top of me. A small sound escaped her, and when I met her eyes, they were filled with tears.
I sit up immediately. "Fuck, baby. Was that...?" I look down at where I meet her, like that could answer my question. My hands move back to her hips, lifting her off carefully. "Why didn't you tell me?"
She whines softly, wrapping her arms around my neck as I settle her on my waist. "I'm sorry..." she whispers, snuggling into my chest.
"What? No, don't be," I mentally hit myself for what I said a second earlier. "I didn't mean it like that-" I sigh, "I just- I would've been more careful if you'd told me, baby. I don't mind at all." I kiss her head.
"I didn't think it'd hurt," she admits softly, wiping the few tears that slipped out, resting her head on my shoulder.
"It's okay," I rub her back. "You alright?"
She nods against me, looks up, "Wanna try again?" she whispers.
"Yeah, okay," I kiss her forehead. "Take your time, sweetheart."
She scoots back to where she was a minute ago, pushing my cock back into her as I lean back on my forearms. She takes a minute to sink down fully, and another to adjust, but then, she starts moving, and fuck, I could cum just like that.
She doesn't lift and lower as I expected her to; she fucking holds herself up and twerks on my cock.
"Oooh, fuck, oh fuck," I moan out, falling back on the bed instantly, raking my hands through my hair. "Baby, if I look at you, I'll cum" I warn, squeezing my eyes shut, half panicking.
Is it supposed to feel this good? Did it ever feel this good? Is it her? Is it what she's doing? Is it her pussy?
The soft noises she makes might as well make me cum, too, but I know for a fact I won't be able to hold back if I see what she's doing.
"Min," she moans, "please," she holds herself on my abs instead, and I look at her face.
"Oh crap," she looks so fucking gorgeous. Her hair's falling beautifully around her face, her expression the hottest thing I've seen in decades.
My hands find her hips, and I stop her movements. "Why?" she whines. I adjust myself under her, lift her hips a little, and a whine escapes her when I thrust up into her cunt.
"Gosh, Angel, you... " You feel so perfect," I groan. I lift her off my cock slightly with my hands, holding her ass firmly, then begin slowly thrusting into her warm cunt. "Holy fuck..."
She whimpers, clenching down on me when I hit a deep spot in her that makes her arms shake. "Feels good? Right there?" I pant, giving several thrusts against her G-spot, and she nearly screams.
"Shit, you look so pretty," I moan. "Let me feel you cum on me."
And she does. Her cunt tightens and pulses on my dick as I push deep into her, her legs shaking while her pussy chokes out my cock.
Feeling her cum on me is enough to send me right over the edge behind her. My lower body goes rigid, and my cum pumps inside of her, painting her insides during what easily is the most euphoric orgasm of my life. My hips involuntarily thrust one, two, three more times, both our releases making it all too easy to glide in and out of her.
"Fuck," I breathe as she slowly lies down on me, my hands still holding her hips down on mine, cock buried deep in her.
She pants, kisses my chest once, then looks up. "That was nice," she breathes.
I blink at the ceiling. Once. Twice. I look down at her. "Pardon?"
She smiles softly, "I liked it."
I chuckle a little. "Good," I tug her head under my chin, pulling out of her pussy with a sigh. "You did great," I kiss the top of her head.
She hums weakly. "I should've told you I'd never done this," she whispers after a minute.
I click my tongue, "I told you it's fine," I say, "I was just surprised. You didn't seem inexperienced. And also I didn't expect to be... You know, your first time."
She hums, softer, and I start feeling her weight loosen on me. "Thank you," I whisper, "for trusting me."
FRIENDS TO LOVERS NON IDOL AU WITH KIM MINGYU FANFICS THAT'S ALL I'M ASKING FOR TO FULFILL MY LONELY PATHETIC LIFE AND MAKE MY FEEL SPECIAL AND CHERISHED
Summary: A childhood promise between a crown prince and a noble girl was never meant to be serious—except Mingyu took it to heart. Years later, as suitors surround Y/N, he quietly sabotages every proposal, unwilling to let her go. When she calls their promise childish, he’s forced to finally confess under a thousand lanterns.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Oral, Penetration, Dirty Talk, Power Dynamics, Public sex (kind of),Possessive Behavior, Angst, dom!mingyu x sub!reader,
Wc: 5.9k
A/n: This was so so fun to write. (IGNORE THE SMUT PART. THAT'S SO EMBARRASSING) First issue for our magazine and I am so excited to share my piece.
And thank you @selenophy-studio for making this cute banner🩷🩷
Featured in the SVT Issue 01 Spring 2026, which was hosted by @svt-magazines .
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Y/N knew she never really belonged from the moment she was of the appropriate age to grasp her position relative to the others in the palace hierarchy. The palace was more than a series of rooms with polished floors and golden doors. It was a force to be reckoned with—the home of kings and the place of power and prestige she could never fully share. Nor did Y/N feel like she belonged as a child, not with the way people talked softly as members of the royal family walked by, not with the way people smiled too nicely to be real. Yet she was close enough to touch—but separated from the throne by her very birth and background.
That had been precisely why meeting Prince Mingyu was so terrifying.
At seven years old, she had been standing in the eastern courtyard, her nervous hands twisting at the fabric of her sleeve as she waited to be presented. She had bowed so low when the crown prince came, escorted by attendants and advisors, that she nearly stumbled.
“I am Y/N of House—” she started, her voice quivering.
“You're going to hurt your neck if you keep doing that.”
The voice, however, was calm, curious rather than commanding.
She looked up in surprise.
Mingyu was not what she had expected.
He was a tall child for his age, dark hair hanging loosely over his eyes, which sparkled with intelligence, wearing robes far too ornate for a boy who looked so… ordinary. Not cruel, exactly, and certainly not distant. Just a boy who was more interested in studying her expression than in proclaiming his own importance.
“I’m the prince,” he went on, angling his head, “but you don’t have to look as though you’re about to faint.”
Her cheeks were burning. “I’m sorry, Your Highness,”
"Don't call me that," he replied immediately. "Call me Mingyu."
She hesitated. “I… can't”
“Why?”
“Because you’re the crown prince.”
He frowned as if she had said something unreasonable to him.
“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”
Friends.
Never had anyone proposed anything like that before.
Over the following years, Mingyu proved himself to be serious.
He pursued her relentlessly.
Whenever his tutors in court would dismiss their classes, he would show up at her side. Whenever his dinners at formal banquets were a bore, he'd slip out and look for her elsewhere. And whenever nobles whispered to him about suitable future alliances, he ignored them and spent afternoons racing her through palace gardens instead.
She was only a noble daughter to the rest.
For him, she was just Y/N.
The person who laughed at his jokes.
Who had listened when he'd vented about those etiquette lessons
The one who, upon noticing, kept silently by his side when he felt overwhelmed.
Sometimes, she wondered if he even remembered that he was a prince.
The promise happened on one afternoon in late summer.
They were ten in number.
The magnolia tree beside the west wing was in full bloom, its petals drifting lazily in the air. They sat beneath it, backs against the trunk, parchment and ink scattered between them. Mingyu was tasked to practice his calligraphy. Y/N had volunteered to help.
Actually, he was procrastinating.
"This is impossible," he muttered, staring at his crooked characters. "Why does everything have to be perfect?"
She smiled softly. “Because someday you’re going to be king.”
He fell silent at that.
“I don’t want to,” he replied after a moment.
She faced him. “What?”
"I don't want to marry a person that I don't know. I don't want people deciding my life for me.” He hesitated, then added in a small voice, “I don't want to lose you.”
Her heart hiccupped.
“Mingyu…?”
He picked up a piece of parchment and, with fumbling fingers, attempted to fold it.
“If we promise to marry each other, they can’t force us, right?”
She stared.
“Marry…?”
“Yes.” He set the lopsided paper crown on her head. “Then you’ll be my queen.
She felt the heat rise to her face.
“That’s silly.”
"Is it?"
She looked at him.
Really looked.
In seriousness gone in his eyes, in the vulnerability he did not even try to veil, in a waiting-like-it-depended-on-more-than-anything-else attitude that was all his.
So, she held out her pinky.
“Okay,” she said softly. “I promise.”
He interlaced his finger with hers as a wave of relief washed over his features.
“I won’t forget,” he whispered.
She believed him.
She just didn’t know how right that would be.
Time did not change the palace.
It only changed them.
When she had finally turned nineteen, she had learned how to walk through marble halls without appearing to be lost, how to smile correctly at people who assessed her as if she were a prize to be won, and how to sit through innumerable banquets without appearing tired. The years had molded her into the perfect picture of refinement and poise, as if she were the very epitome of her family's name.
However, Mingyu had undergone a transformation
He was no longer the boy who climbed trees and folded paper crowns.
He was the crown prince.
Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed, and impossibly handsome in his formal robes. When he entered a room, conversations softened automatically. Ministers stood up. Nobles bowed. Even seasoned diplomats measured their words.
And yet…
But with her, he was still Mingyu.
At least, he tried to be.
They sat together in the palace library, where sun filtered in through the high windows, spilling down onto the long tables of wood. They had books opened on the table between them, but neither was reading recently.
Y/N appeared to be reading a historical text.
Mingyu was pretending not to stare at her.
“You’ve been quiet,” she said, turning a page.
“So have you,” he replied.
“That’s because I'm studying.”
He huffed softly. “You’ve read the same paragraph three times.”
She stopped, “You noticed?”
“I always notice,” he said, before thinking.
He quickly looked away.
Her lips were slightly curved. “You’re being strange again.”
“I’m not”
“You are.”
He shifted in his seat. “Am I not allowed to be strange now?”
"You’re allowed," she said softly. "I just want to know why."
He never replied.
For how could he tell her that every time he looked at her, something in his chest tightened?
The way she laughed, the way she fixed her hair behind her ear, her confident conversation with diplomats and politicians—all of this reminded him of the fact that she was becoming a young woman the whole court would want.
Someone he might not be allowed to keep.
The first proposal was received two weeks later.
It came in the form of a letter, well-written and bearing the crest of House Kim.
She found out during afternoon tea.
Her mother’s eyes sparkled with barely suppressed excitement. "They are very respectable." She added, "And their eldest son is well-educated.”
Y/N almost dropped her cup.
"Proposal?" she echoed faintly.
“Yes, dear. It’s time.”
Time.
The word resounded within her brain.
She walked in a daze that evening through the gardens, hardly aware of the chill in the breeze or the lanterns as they flickered into life.
She called, "Mingyu," as she caught his figure near the pavilion.
He turned around at once.
One look into her face and he knew.
“What happened?”
She hedged. “I got… a marriage proposal to my family.”
Silence.
Pure, stifling silence.
"From who?" he asked more cautiously.
“House Kim.”
His jaw tightened.
“Ambitious,” he grumbled. “Their son is arrogant.”
“You’ve never met him.”
“I know his type.”
She frowned. “You’re being unfair.”
“Am I?” he snapped, then caught himself.
“I mean… you deserve better.”
Better than what
Better than him?
The thought constricted his chest.
And more came forward during the weeks.
At banquets.
In ceremonies.
Informal functions and parties.
They bowed to her.
Complimented her.
Tried to impress her.
And Mingyu watched.
Every
Single.
Time.
He stood beside her, posture perfect, expression unreadable, eyes dark with something dangerously close to jealousy.
When Lord Park praised her about her intelligence, he told him about the recent political scandal that involved him.
When Count Seo asked her to have tea, Mingyu schooled him on royal etiquette.
When the other aristocrat sought to monopolize her attention, Mingyu casually positioned herself between them.
Casualty
Politely
Territorially
“Do you have to do that?” she whispered one evening.
“Do what?”
“Scare everyone away.”
“I’m not”
“You glared at Lord Min for five minutes.”
“He was standing too close.”
She looked at him in astonishment.
Possibly.
But he couldn’t stop.
Mingyu was alone, seated in his chambers, looking at the moon through the windows, which were quite tall.
He still remembered her pinky promise.
Her small hand in his.
Her soft voice said, “I promise.”
What if it meant nothing to her?
Had it just been of importance to him?
He placed his hand on his chest.
“Don’t forget,” he whispered to the empty room.
“Becuase I didn’t”
By the time summer was in full swing, Y/N was exhausted.
Not physically, of course—but emotionally, certainly. Every week, another invitation, another letter, another optimistic family exploring the possibilities. She smiled and said no, whenever possible, politely, but also listened patiently to her parents' explanations that this was the way the world worked.
What she hadn’t expected, however, was Mingyu.
More specifically, she hadn’t anticipated that he would be such a problem.
He was everywhere.
When she was invited to a luncheon, he was at her side.
If she were to walk through the garden, he somehow found her.
If she talked to a nobleman longer than one minute, Mingyu immediately became part of the conversation.
Always polite.
Always calm.
Always impossible to ignore.
At first, she thought that she was imagining it.
However, after the fourth “coincidental” interruption that week, she couldn’t deny it anymore.
She finally confronted him on a quiet afternoon in the inner garden.
The location was almost deserted, and it was shaded by very tall trees and a small stream. This was the location they used to hide as kids whenever they wanted to avoid their tutors.
Now, it felt heavier.
“Mingyu,” she called.
He stopped walking.
“Yes”
“Why are you avoiding me?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “I'm not.”
“You are,” she said insistently. “Every time I try to speak to you properly, you disappear. And every time I want to speak to anyone else, you appear.”
He looked away.
“That’s not true.”
“Then explain.”
Silence.
The sound of the water trickling softly filled the space between them.
“I don't like them,” he finally muttered.
“Who?”
“The men who keep circling you.”
She crossed her arms. "That's not your decision."
"I know," he snapped. And then, quieter, "That’s the problem."
Her chest tightened.
“Mingyu… what is going on with you?”
He clenched his fists at his sides.
How would he tell her that every smile she gave another felt like a knife?
How could he confess that, each night, he lay awake and imagined a future where she belonged to someone who wasn’t him?
She breathed slowly. “Look. I know things are changing. We’re not kids anymore.”
His heart sank.
“But you’ve been acting like…” She tried to think of the right word. “Like you’re angry at me.”
“I'm not angry at you.”
“Then why does it feel like you are?”
“Because I’m terrified,” he thought.
Instead, he said nothing.
Frustration had been brewing inside her
“You know, maybe you’re holding onto things too tightly,” she said, more sharply than she meant to. “Like that promise we made.”
He stopped.
Her stomach fell slightly at the sudden pause, but she continued.
“That was years ago. We were children. It was just a childish promise.”
The words echoed.
Childish
Promise.
Just.
He felt as if the ground had disappeared beneath him.
“…Just?” he repeated quietly.
She hesitated. “I didn’t mean—”
“Did it mean anything to you?” he asked.
She opened her mouth.
Closed it.
“I… I don’t know,” she admitted. “We were ten, Mingyu. We didn’t understand anything back then.”
He laughed softly.
It was a broken sound.
“I did,” he said.
She looked up at him.
His eyes were dark, unreadable, full of something dangerous, close to hurt.
"I recognized that … I didn’t want to lose you," he added. "And I still don’t."
Her breath caught.
“Mingyu..”
“I know it’s stupid,” he went on quickly. “I know I’m not supposed to feel this way. I know you deserve choices and freedoms and everything I can’t promise you. But don’t tell me it meant nothing”
“I never said that,” she whispered.
“But you implied it.”
Silence resumed between them, this time more oppressive.
That night, Y/N couldn’t sleep.
She would lie there staring at the ceiling and thinking of what he said.
“I still don’t want to lose you.”
Was he really carrying that promise on his back the whole time?
Meanwhile, Mingyu was on his balcony, gazing at the same moon.
For the first time in years, he wondered whether he had been loving her alone.
The Festival of Royal Lanterns was meant to be a celebration.
Once a year, the palace became an ocean of light. Thousands of lanterns were threaded through courtyards and onto balconies, glowing softly against the night sky. Musicians filled the air with soft music, and nobles dressed in their finest silks came to socialize under shimmering banners.
It was a night of happiness for most people.
For Y/N, this was torture.
She stood beside her parents near the main pavilion, hands folded neatly in front of her, smile carefully practiced. On the surface, she looked composed and elegant, just as a noblewoman should.
Inside, she was coming undone.
Across the courtyard, Mingyu sat on the elevated royal platform beside his parents, posture perfect, expression composed. He laughed at the right moments, nodded when ministers spoke to him, and accepted greetings with nothing but effortless grace.
He did not look up at her.
Not once.
And that hurt more than all his jealousy ever had.
Since they'd argued in the garden, something had shifted between them. He'd grown distant-polite and respectful, and unbearably formal. No more catching her eye and holding it. No more quiet conversations. No more walking beside her without thinking.
It was as if I was losing him slowly.
“Y/n”
She turned to find Lord Jang standing beside her, with a bright smile on his face.
“I was hoping to speak with you tonight,” he said. “May I?”
She tried to nod her head. "Of course."
They walked towards a quieter area of the courtyard, far from the central crowd. Lanterns were floating above them, and they illuminated the pathway with a certain kind of glow.
“You look lovely this evening,” he said.
"Thank you," she answered reflexively.
He paused, then said, “My family is very interested in strengthening our ties with your family. I was wondering if you might consider—”
Such words she barely heard.
As she felt it.
A presence.
She glanced up.
Mingyu stood at the edge of the platform, looking directly at them.
His hands were clenched at his sides.
His jaw was tight.
And his eyes—
They were full of something dangerously close to desperation.
Mingyu hadn’t planned to do this.
He had vowed to himself that he would behave. That he would be mature. That he would respect her choices, even if those choices destroyed him.
But watching another man lean close to her, hearing her soft laughter, seeing her look at someone else the way she used to look at him—
It broke something.
He suddenly got up to his feet.
The sudden movement called for attention.
Ministers stopped talking in mid-conversation.
Nobles turned.
The music softened.
Down the platform and across the courtyard Mingyu came before anyone had time to raise a hand.
Straight at her.
"Y/N."
She started.
“Mingyu?”
"May I speak with you?" he asked.
He sounded courteous.
His eyes were not.
Lord Jang faltered. “Your Highness, I was—”
“I'll be back in a minute,” Y/N said in a hurry, noticing how much tension was in the room. “Excuse us.”
She followed Mingyu down as he led her beneath a cluster of lanterns near the central fountain.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I am sorry,” he said. “I tried not to, I really did.”
“Tried not to do what?”
“I love you.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
He fully turned to face her.
People around them had begun to take cognizance.
Whispers spread.
But he didn’t care anymore.
“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids,” he continued. “I never stopped. Not for a day. I thought I could hide it. I thought I could let you go if that’s what you wanted. But I can’t.”
Her eyes stood out.
“Mingyu, everybody is watching—”
“Let them.”
His voice fluttered.
“I know I am selfish. I know I am risking everything, but every part of watching you choose someone else hurts more than any form of punishment I could face.
He took a shaky breath.
“That promise wasn’t childish to me. It was my future. You were my future.”
There was silence in the courtyard.
Lanterns flickered.
All music had ceased.
All the eyes were on them.
The workpage.
Y/N felt the world shrink to just them.
“You… you’ve been suffering alone?” she whispered.
He nodded slightly. “I didn’t want to burden you.”
Hot tears pricked the backs of her eyes.
“You idiot,” she whispered.
He blinked. “What?”
“You should have told me”
She drew closer.
"I was confused. I didn't know what I felt. But hearing you say this… knowing you've loved me all this time…"
She reached for his sleeve.
Her fingers shook.Mingyu… I think I’ve been in love with you too. I was just too scared to realize it.”
His breath caught.
“Y/N…”
The crowd erupted into murmurs.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Hope.
But neither of them noticed.
They only saw each other.
The palace had never felt so loud.
Even after the music began again, and servants made an effort to recreate the festive atmosphere, the air remained heavy with whispers. The nobility talked in clusters, their whispers hidden by their fans made of silk. The clergy looked at each other nervously, while court servants did their best not to stare.
A public confession by the Crown Prince had not been on the schedule that evening.
And certainly not one involving a noble woman with no royal blood.
Y/N hardly noticed any of this.
She remained standing around the lanterns, her heart pounding, fingers tentatively holding onto Mingyu’s sleeve, as if releasing it would cause everything around her to shatter.
He hadn’t moved.
Neither had she.
They stood there for a few seconds staring at each other in a mixture of relief and disbelief.
“You… you meant that,” she finally whispered.
Mingyu took a nervous breath. “Every word.”
His voice was softer now, absent the earlier intensity. Without the boost of confession and the adrenaline that came with it, the man suddenly appeared weak; almost fragile.
“I’m sorry for doing this in front of everyone,” he said, as if in apology. “I.. I was afraid that if I were to wait longer, I’d lose my courage.”
She relented.
“You’ve always been brave,” she said.
“Just. not when it comes to feelings.”
He laughed weakly. "That obvious?"
“Yes”
They were interrupted by footsteps.
Mingyu’s father, the king, was walking towards him slowly, accompanied by two advisors on either side. Though his expression couldn’t be gauged, this actually made things even worse
Mingyu stood up at once and instinctively placed himself in front of her.
“Father,” he said.
The king studied both of them for a long moment.
“You caused quite a disturbance,” he remarked casually.
“I know,” Mingyu said. “And I accept whatever consequences—”
“Later,” the king interrupted.
Both of them blinked.
“This evening is a celebration,” said the king, “and will not be turned into a spectacle of discipline. A private discussion can be arranged for tomorrow.”
He looked at Y/N.
“Return to your family. Safely.”
Then he walked away.
Just like that.
Her knees were about to collapse.
Mingyu took a breath of relief. “We survived… for now.”
She laughed nervously. “Is it strange that I’m more scared of tomorrow than I was of tonight?”
“Not strange,” he admitted. “I’m terrified”
Later the same evening, after the majority of the guests had left and the palace became quiet, Mingyu quietly asked her to join him on the eastern terrace.
One of the few locations from which one could see both the city and the gardens. It was a place of night-time solitude, isolated from politics and court expectations.
She arrived first.
Lantern light flickered across the stone railings, and the distant stars shone through faintly in the palace pond below.
When Mingyu joined her, he looked different.
No crown.
No formal robes.
Just simple clothing, tired eyes.
“You came,” he said softly.
“Of course,” she replied.
They stood side by side and gazed out at the distant lights.
For once, there was no audience.
No titles.
No pressure.
Just them.
"I kept thinking you’d forget," confessed Mingyu.
“Forget what?”
“Us. The promise. Me.”
She turned to him. “Why would I forget you?”
"Because you’re strong," he said. "You adapt. You move forward. And I… I stayed stuck."
Her chest tightened.
“You weren't stuck,” she said. “You were waiting.”
He looked at her.
Really looked.
As if she were trying to memorize her face.
"I waited because loving you was the only thing that felt certain," he confessed.
"Everything else in my life changes. Politics. Alliances. Expectations.
"But you… you were always you."
Her eyes stung.
“Mingyu… you’re unfair,” she
“How?”
“You make it impossible not to love you back.”
He smiled softly.
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
Silence reigned once more between them.
Not awkward.
Comfortable
Charged
She saw he was standing very close.
Close enough that their sleeves brushed.
Close enough for her to feel the warmth of his body.
Her heartbeat quickened.
“Mingyu,” she
“Yes?”
“What happens now?”
He hesitated.
"Tomorrow, I'll speak to my parents. I'll fight if I must." He looked at her intently. "I'll not let them dictate our future without us."
Her breath caught.
“You’d really do that?”
“For you?” he replied immediately. “Always.”
She reached for his hand.
This time, he didn’t freeze.
He fit their fingers together naturally, as if he had been waiting for years to do this correctly.
His thumb caressed hers gently over her knuckles.
The small action caused shivers down her spine.
Notably
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he stepped closer.
“May I…?” he asked.
She nodded.
He raised his free hand and gently pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear with tender consideration. His caress stayed a fraction longer than it needed to.
They were now inches apart.
She could feel his breath.
He saw the way her lips were slightly parted.
Time seemed to stretch.
“I've wanted this so long,” he whispered.
"So have I," she replied.
He moved closer.
Slowly
Gently
Their foreheads met.
Their noses touched.
One more breath.
One more inch—
And the world faded away.
Their lips met in a kiss that was soft at first, like the brush of silk against skin. Mingyu's mouth pressed against hers with a reverence that made her heart swell, his lips warm and yielding. She sighed into him, her free hand rising to rest against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath the simple fabric of his tunic.
He deepened the kiss slowly, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she parted them, inviting him in. Their tongues met tentatively, exploring with gentle strokes that sent sparks of warmth pooling in her belly. His hand, the one not entwined with hers, slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer until their bodies aligned, her curves fitting against the solid lines of his frame.
The night air cooled their heated skin, but the warmth between them built steadily. Mingyu broke the kiss only to trail his lips along her jawline, nipping softly at the sensitive spot below her ear. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him, and he accepted the offering with feather-light kisses that made her knees weaken.
"You're everything," he murmured against her skin, his voice husky with emotion. His fingers splayed across her back, holding her steady as she leaned into him. She could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against her hip, firm and insistent, but he made no rush to act on it. Instead, he returned to her mouth, kissing her with a hunger tempered by tenderness, his tongue delving deeper now, tasting her fully.
Her hands roamed up his arms, gripping the muscles there, then to his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. The terrace's stone railing dug into her side, but she barely noticed, lost in the sensation of his body molding to hers. Mingyu's thumb continued its lazy circles on her hand, grounding them even as passion ignited.
He pulled back slightly, his tired eyes now dark with longing as they searched hers. "Tell me if it's too much," he whispered, though his breath came ragged.
She shook her head, her fingers threading into his hair. "Never too much. Not with you."
Emboldened, he kissed her again, this time letting his hand drift from her back to her waist, his palm slipping beneath the edge of her outer robe to caress the soft fabric of her inner layer. The touch was electric, intimate in its simplicity. She arched into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, nipples hardening at the friction.
Slowly, he guided her hand from his hair to his neck, then lower, encouraging her to feel the heat of his skin where his collar gaped open. Her fingertips brushed the pulse at his throat, then dipped inside, tracing the line of his collarbone. Mingyu groaned softly into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her.
They shifted together, his body backing hers gently against the railing. The city lights twinkled far below, indifferent to their private world. His free hand cupped her cheek, thumb stroking her flushed skin as he kissed the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her eyelid.
"I need to touch you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes pleaded for permission, even as his body trembled with restraint.
She nodded, her own desire mirroring his. "Please."
With deliberate care, he untied the sash of her robe, letting the fabric part just enough to reveal the curve of her shoulder and the swell of her breast beneath her undergarment. His fingers trembled as he traced the exposed skin, goosebumps rising in their wake. Leaning down, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin.
She gasped, her hand tightening in his. The sensation traveled straight to her core, a slow ache building between her thighs. Mingyu's lips continued their descent, kissing along the edge of her undergarment until he nuzzled the soft mound of her breast. He didn't pull the fabric away yet, content to tease with breaths and light sucks through the thin material, making her nipple peak even harder.
Her body responded instinctively, hips shifting forward to seek more contact. He felt it, pressing his thigh between her legs, offering gentle pressure against her growing wetness. She rocked against him subtly, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her.
Mingyu lifted his head, capturing her lips once more in a kiss that was deeper, more urgent, but still laced with that profound gentleness. His hand finally slipped inside her robe, cupping her breast fully, thumb circling her nipple with exquisite slowness. She moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by their kiss.
Time blurred as they explored each other like this—hands wandering, lips meeting, bodies pressing closer. He whispered endearments against her skin, promises of forever mingling with the soft sounds of their shared breaths. The stars above seemed brighter, the pond below a mirror to their unfolding intimacy.
When he finally eased her robe further open, exposing her to the night air, he paused to admire her, his gaze filled with awe. "Beautiful," he breathed, before lowering his head to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
Pleasure arched through her like a bolt, her back bowing off the stone railing as Mingyu's mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking hard now, teeth grazing the stiff peak. He pulled back just enough to let it pop free with a wet smack, then dove back in, tongue lashing the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded her other breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers until she whimpered.
Her pussy throbbed, slick heat soaking through her undergarments, and she ground harder against his thigh, chasing the friction. Mingyu growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin as he switched sides, sucking her other nipple into his mouth with the same relentless hunger. His free hand roamed lower, shoving her robe fully open and yanking at the ties of her inner layers until fabric pooled at her waist, exposing her completely to the cool night air.
“Fuck, you're so wet already,” he muttered, his voice rough as he slid his hand between her thighs, fingers brushing over the damp silk covering her pussy. She gasped, hips bucking forward, and he didn't hesitate—pushing the fabric aside to plunge two fingers straight into her dripping cunt. She clenched around him immediately, hot and tight, her walls sucking him in as he pumped them deep, curling to hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
Mingyu's cock strained against his simple pants, hard and leaking pre-cum, but he focused on her, thumb circling her swollen clit with firm strokes while his fingers fucked her steadily. “You like that? My fingers stretching your pussy?” he whispered hotly against her neck, biting down on the flesh there, marking her as his. She nodded frantically, one hand fisting his hair, the other clawing at his shoulder.
“Yes—harder, Mingyu, please,” she begged, her voice breaking as he added a third finger, scissoring them to open her up, his palm slapping wetly against her clit with each thrust. Juices coated his hand, dripping down her thighs, the obscene sounds echoing softly in the quiet night. He kissed her then, messy and desperate, tongues tangling as he finger-fucked her toward the edge, her body trembling in his arms.
But he stopped just short, pulling his fingers free with a slick pop, leaving her clenching around nothing, aching and empty. “Not yet,” he rasped, eyes dark with lust as he dropped to his knees on the terrace stones, ignoring the roughness against his skin. He hiked her robe higher, bunching it at her hips, and buried his face between her legs without warning.
His tongue licked a broad stripe up her pussy, from her entrance to her clit, lapping at her folds like a man starved. She cried out, legs shaking as he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly while his hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks. One finger teased her back entrance, circling the tight ring before pushing in just the tip, making her jolt with the unexpected intrusion.
Mingyu ate her out like it was his last meal, tongue thrusting into her hole, fucking her with it while his nose ground against her clit. He moaned into her pussy, the vibrations sending shocks through her core, and she came hard, thighs clamping around his head as her orgasm ripped through her, cum gushing onto his tongue. He drank it all, swallowing greedily, not stopping until she sagged against the railing, oversensitive and panting.
Rising up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips glistening with her arousal. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice low and commanding, all traces of hesitation gone. She obeyed, spinning to face the railing, gripping the stone as he pressed against her from behind. His hands yanked her undergarments down fully, leaving her ass bare to the night breeze, and he ground his clothed cock against her crack, the fabric barrier teasing them both.
'I've dreamed of fucking you like this, he admitted, shoving his pants down just enough to free his thick cock. It slapped against her ass, hot and heavy, the head already slick. He rubbed it along her soaked slit, coating himself in her juices, then notched at her entrance. “Gonna fill this pussy up—make you mine.”
With one hard thrust, he buried himself balls-deep, stretching her wide, her walls fluttering around his girth. She moaned loudly, pushing back to take him deeper, and he set a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping forward, cock pounding into her with wet slaps. His hands bruised her hips, holding her steady as he railed her, the railing creaking under their weight.
“Fucking tight—your cunt's gripping me so good,” he grunted, one hand sliding up to wrap around her throat from behind, tilting her head back for a sloppy kiss over her shoulder. She reached down, rubbing her clit frantically as he fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her with each plunge. Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex.
He pulled out suddenly, spinning her around again to face him, lifting her effortlessly onto the railing despite the drop below—trusting, reckless. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he slammed back in, fucking up into her with powerful thrusts that made her breasts bounce. "Look at me while I breed this pussy," he demanded, eyes locked on hers, and she did, watching the raw need on his face as he chased his release.
She came again first, screaming his name as her pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock. That set him off—he thrust deep one last time, cock pulsing as he flooded her with hot cum, ropes of it painting her insides white. They clung together, breathing ragged, his spend leaking out around where they were joined.
But he wasn't done. Easing out, he dropped to his knees once more, spreading her thighs to watch his cum drip from her fucked-out pussy. “Messy girl,” he murmured, then licked her clean, tongue scooping up the mix of their fluids, sucking it from her folds until she squirmed. His cock twitched back to life, hardening as he stood, pressing it against her lips.
“Suck it. Taste us,” he said, and she did, opening wide to take him in, tongue swirling around the head to clean every drop. He fucked her mouth shallowly, hands in her hair, until he was fully hard again. Pulling out, he flipped her over the railing this time, ass up, and spread her cheeks.
“Now your ass,” he growled, spitting on her hole before pushing a finger in, then two, working her open while she moaned. When she was ready, he lined up his cock, slick with her saliva, and pushed in slowly at first, then deeper, inch by inch until he was seated fully in her tight ass.
The burn gave way to pleasure as he started thrusting, one hand reaching around to finger her pussy, the dual penetration making her see white. He fucked her ass relentlessly, pace building until he was pounding her, grunting with each slap of skin. “Gonna cum in here too—fill every hole.”
She shattered around his fingers, ass clenching on his cock, and he followed, pumping her full of another load, hot and deep. They collapsed together on the terrace floor, bodies entwined, spent but sated, the night wrapping around them like a secret.
Hey! Can someone please help me find this mingyu x reader fic where they are rivals in college and there's a competition they are both in which the reader sabotages his project on purpose but later feels bad when he loses after finding out that he wanted to donate the winning amount to an animal shelter or something?
Warnings: smut (MDNI), Roughish sex, dom!mingyu x sub!reader, degradation (mingyu calls the reader a slut), marking, fingering, anal, spanking, multiple orgasams, overstimulation,
Genre: Smut (MDNI)
A/N: HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO MY GOLDEN BOY. JSJSBSSJWJ.
The clock struck midnight, and the apartment was dimly lit by the flicker of birthday candles on a half-eaten cake. Mingyu's birthday had been low-key. Just you, him, and a bottle of whiskey that had loosened both your tongues. He lounged on the couch in his black tank top and sweatpants, his broad shoulders relaxed, but his eyes burned with that familiar hunger as he watched you clear the plates. At 29, Mingyu was all muscle and mischief, his sharp jawline shadowed by stubble, and those full lips curved into a smirk that made your thighs clench.
"Best birthday yet," he murmured, voice low and gravelly from the alcohol. You sauntered back, hips swaying, wearing nothing but his oversized shirt that barely skimmed your ass. No panties underneath, your little secret for the night. You straddled his lap without a word, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric. His hands immediately gripped your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
"Happy birthday, Gyu," you whispered, grinding down against the growing bulge in his pants. He groaned, head falling back as his cock twitched under you. "What do you want for your present?"
His eyes darkened, one hand sliding up to fist your hair. "You. All fucking night. No holding back." He yanked your head back, exposing your throat, and latched his mouth onto your skin, sucking hard. Teeth scraped, marking you as his. You gasped, pussy already soaking the front of his sweatpants as you rocked against him.
Mingyu flipped you onto your back in one swift move, the couch creaking under his weight. He ripped the shirt open, buttons popping, exposing your bare tits. His mouth descended, capturing one nipple between his teeth and biting down just enough to sting. You arched, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer. "Fuck, yes. Harder."
He obliged, sucking and nipping until your nipple was red and swollen, then switched to the other. His free hand shoved between your legs, fingers finding your slick folds. No teasing, he plunged two inside your pussy, curling them against that spot that made your walls flutter. "So wet already," he growled against your skin. "This cunt's dripping for my birthday cock."
You moaned, legs spreading wider as he pumped his fingers, thumb circling your clit roughly. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and filthy. He added a third finger, stretching you, scissoring them to open you up. Your hips bucked, chasing the pressure building in your core. "Mingyu, please, I need you inside me."
He pulled his fingers out with a slick pop, bringing them to your mouth. "Taste how nasty you are for me." You sucked them clean, tongue swirling around his digits, eyes locked on his. The salt of your arousal mixed with whiskey on your tongue. Satisfied, he stood, shoving his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. Nine inches of hard heat that made your mouth water and your pussy throb.
Mingyu grabbed your ankles, yanking you to the edge of the couch. He slapped his cock against your pussy, the heavy weight smacking your clit. You whimpered, trying to angle for penetration, but he held you still. "Beg for it. Tell me what a slut you are on my birthday."
"Please, Mingyu," you panted, voice breaking. "Fuck my pussy. Stretch me with that big cock. I want to be your dirty little present. Use me, cum inside me."
With a feral grunt, he thrust in, bottoming out in one brutal stroke. Your walls clenched around him, the burn of the stretch making stars burst behind your eyelids. He didn't wait. Hips snapping forward, pounding into you relentlessly. The couch shook with each slam, his balls slapping against your ass. "Tight as fuck," he hissed, hands pinning your thighs wide. "This pussy's mine tonight. Gonna wreck it."
You clawed at his arms, nails leaving red trails on his biceps. Every thrust hit deep, his cock dragging against your g-spot, building that coil in your belly. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your tits, and he leaned down to lick it off, tongue flat and rough. "You like that? Getting railed like a whore on my special day?"
"Yes, god, yes," you cried, pussy spasming around him. He shifted, hooking your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half. The new angle let him go deeper, his pubic bone grinding your clit with every plunge. You were a mess. Juices leaking down your ass, tits bouncing wildly.
Mingyu's pace turned punishing, grunts mixing with the wet squelch of your bodies colliding. He reached down, pinching your clit hard, and you shattered. Orgasm ripped through you, walls milking his cock in tight pulses. "Fuck, cumming!" you screamed, squirting around him, soaking his thighs.
He didn't stop, fucking you through it, prolonging the waves until you were sobbing. "That's one," he panted, pulling out suddenly. His cock glistened with your cum. He flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your ass up. "Now for round two. Spread those cheeks."
You obeyed, reaching back to part your pussy lips, exposing your dripping hole. Mingyu spat on your asshole, rubbing the saliva in with his thumb. "Gonna claim every part of you tonight." He pressed the head of his cock against your pussy again, sliding in slow this time, teasing. Then, without warning, he pushed his thumb into your ass, breaching the tight ring.
The double penetration made you keen, pushing back for more. He thrust his cock deep while fingering your ass, alternating rhythms to keep you on edge. "Such a nasty girl. Taking it in both holes for my birthday. You love being stuffed, don't you?"
"More," you begged, face pressed into the cushions. "Finger me harder. Make me cum again."
He added a second finger to your ass, scissoring them wide while his hips pistoned. The fullness was overwhelming, your pussy gushing around his cock. Mingyu's free hand came down on your ass cheek. Smack. Leaving a red handprint. "Count them," he ordered.
"One," you gasped as he spanked again, the sting blooming into heat. "Two. Three. Fuck, Mingyu!" By ten, your ass was on fire, each slap making your pussy clench tighter.
He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. No prep, just the slick from your pussy easing the way. You cried out as he sank into your ass, inch by inch, the tight heat gripping him like a vice. "So fucking tight back here," he groaned, bottoming out. He started slow, letting you adjust, then ramped up, fucking your ass with deep, rolling thrusts.
You reached under, rubbing your clit frantically as he reamed you. The taboo fullness pushed you over again, orgasm crashing hard. "Cumming. Your cock in my ass is making me cum!" Your body shook, ass squeezing him rhythmically.
Mingyu growled, pulling out and flipping you once more. He straddled your chest, fisting his cock. "Open wide. Gonna paint your face and tits." You stuck out your tongue, mouth eager. He jerked himself fast, the veins bulging, until ropes of hot cum shot out. First across your lips, then your cheeks, dripping down to your neck. He aimed lower, coating your tits in thick spurts, marking you completely.
Panting, he smeared the cum over your skin with his cockhead, then pushed into your mouth. "Clean me up, birthday slut." You sucked greedily, tongue lapping every drop, tasting your ass and his release mixed together.
But he wasn't done. Mingyu hauled you to the bedroom, tossing you onto the bed. He stripped fully, muscles rippling under tanned skin, cock already hardening again. "On your knees. I want that pussy riding me until I fill it."
You mounted him as a reverse cowgirl, sinking down onto his length with a moan. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you bounced, ass jiggling with each drop. He spanked you sporadically, the slaps echoing. "Faster. Milk my cock with that greedy cunt."
You rode him hard, grinding your clit against his base, chasing another high. Mingyu sat up, wrapping an arm around your waist, his other hand choking your throat lightly. "Cum with me," he demanded, thrusting up to meet you.
The pressure built fast. His cock swelling inside you. You shattered first, pussy convulsing, and he followed, flooding your depths with pulse after pulse of cum. It overflowed, trickling down his balls as you collapsed forward.
He held you there, cock softening inside, kissing your shoulder. "Best fucking birthday," he whispered, voice sated but still intense. You smiled, spent and sticky, knowing you'd do it all again tomorrow.
Synopsis ✨ There's a strawberry thief on the loose and your husband is about to cause chaos because of it.
Genre ✨ marriage au, family au, fluff, very mild angst, smut
Warnings ✨ accusations of stealing (strawberries, it's very unserious), whiny Mingyu, sixty-nine, oral both recieving, cum eating, a lot of unserious bickering, Mingyu is a very dramatic man and I love him for that
Word Count ✨ 4.2k
a/n ✨ I didn't think I'd get this up for Mingyu's birthday because I completely forgot to do the banner and I'm not totally happy with it but anyway, here it is. I can't believe he'll be going soon, this past few days have been a rollercoaster in carat land 💔
Your parents warned you about the drama that would come with marrying an idol. And they were right. Though you expect they probably meant paparazzi, adoring fans and months spent away from you whilst he was touring.
Not whatever the hell is going on in your kitchen on a random Friday night.
On Fridays you work late and so Mingyu takes the opportunity to have a little daddy daughter date with your little girl. Picking Miju up from school and doing something, just those two. They were like two peas in a pod and both normally looked forward to it.
He'd spent much of the morning before you left for work, telling you that they were going to make cupcakes and smoothies, before settling in to watch Barbie of Swan Lake. A film that if you have to watch again, you'll end up giving your daughter a TED Talk on why your hair will never look like "princess hair" every day, like Barbie's, because you have a life and a will to live. Much to her disgust.
But the excited chattering you'd listened to all morning was long forgotten by the looks of it. Both your husband and your daughter sitting at either end of the kitchen dining table, pushing food around their plates and sending each other, what can only be described as, daggers.
If they hadn't heard you come in, you'd have tried to creep through to your bedroom. But they have heard you. And now you worry you're going to have to referre whatever the hell has gone on with them.
You creep closer, leaving your bag and trenchcoat on the sofa, as your eyes dart warily between your little (usually perfect) family.
Neither of them take their eyes off each other for long. The occasionally glance is thrown towards you but their current main occupation is trying to see who can glower the darkest.
"Has everybody had a nice day?" You say it far too joyfully for the current situation but you've always hated confrontation, and you currently feel like you've walked into a battle and not your cosy kitchen.
Nothing. Silence and a shrug of their shoulders.
This is the problem. Miju may only be six years old, but she's exactly like Mingyu in many respects. Their pouts and moods over trivial things being the main one. Normally you'd find it endearing, loving nothing more than how Mingyu pouts his soft lips when he doesn't get his own way. It never lasts long but this time, it feels like it's been going on for a while.
"Is there any dinner left for me?"
"I thought you were going out with the girls for dinner after work?" He doesn't look at you, but his fear that you haven't eaten seems to out-weigh his need to remain silent.
"I skipped it, told them I wanted to rush home to see my two favourite people," you look between them, "so that was well worth it." You mumble, more to yourself than to them.
"There's some left in the pan. Or have mine. I'm not very hungry."
"You're always hungry,"
"Well that was before I realised I've been betrayed by my own flesh and blood."
"Could I eat before......"
No. Apparently you can't. You can't even finish your sentence before Mingyu pipes up again.
"Our daughter is a thief."
Your daughter is many things. She's the prettiest little girl you've ever seen. She reads at an age two years higher than her actual one. And she can't do math for shit. But one thing she is not, is a thief.
"I hope you've got evidence for that or we're going to have a problem Kim Mingyu."
His eyes snap to yours, a look of abject betrayal on his face. But you don't care, your motherly instincts to protect her from even the most petty of accusations have kicked in.
"I am your husband, and I have been wronged!"
"Daddy is a liar."
"Miju. That isn't nice. Daddy is not a liar. Well..... Apart from when he said he was going to the gym and he actually went to watch The Avengers without me. He took Uncle Wonwoo instead."
You give him a pointed look, letting him know that you've still not forgiven him. Even eight years after the film came out.
"OUR DAUGHTER," he interupts before either you or Miju can distract him any further, "has stolen something of mine. And she's ruined our daddy daughter date!"
"I've told you a hundred times. That Barbie DVD is Miju's. If you want your own copy, you'll have to buy one."
"Not the DVD, although I think you'll find I bought it and I never actually said it was for anyone, so therefore, it is mine."
Miju narrows her eyes, Mingyu sticking his tongue out in retaliation.
Bed actually feels like a better option than dealing with whatever this is about. What could she even have stolen? You're certain if it was something important, he wouldn't be behaving like this. He'd be ignoring it until you came home then he could panic and ask you what he should do.
Whatever this is. It's ridiculous, you can tell.
"Mingyu. What is it that you don't have, that you think Miju has taken?"
"That is a f.." he stops himself from cursing, "messed up what of saying stolen _____ and you know it."
"I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING!"
Both of your heads whip round to Miju, neither of you ever hearing her raise her voice.
Whatever is going on. It's upsetting her more than she's showing.
"I know you're stressed baby, but please don't raise your voice, it's not a nice thing to do,"
Your heart cracks a little when she realises she's done something wrong, she hates being told off for even the smallest thing.
"Sorry," she whispers, going back to pushing rice round her bowl.
Your wide eyed look at your husband and the way he looks almost in pain at Miju's reaction is enough to pull him out of whatever melodramatic mood he was in.
"She's eaten the fancy strawberries, you know the ones that cost as much as this house? That I got for the smoothies to make them special? And I wouldn't mind, as long as she enjoyed them! But she's denying it and I won't stand for lying Miju," he turns his attention to Miju.
Fucking shit. No no no. Your stomach drops.
"The ones in the fancy wrapping?" You ask.
"Yeah," Mingyu frowns, "they wrap them individually then they don't bruise. They're like hand picked by monks or something."
"The ones that were in the refrigerator?"
"They say you shouldn't put them in there but I think they're better when they're chilled." He nods.
This isn't going to end well. But you can't let Miju take the blame.
"The ones I had with my yoghurt this morning?" You say quietly, taking a great interest in your skirt suddenly.
"MOMMY!!"
"______!!"
They say it at the same time, both of them now equally as angry as they were pouty.
"I DIDN'T KNOW!!"
"You ate all of them?!"
Now that does piss you off. You won't apologise for eating.
"It was six strawberries Miju. I won't say sorry for eating food. I didn't know they were fancy ones."
"No she didn't mean it like that honey, you know that," if you couldn't see the regret on his face for starting this, you'd be more pissed off than you are, "we just meant you ate all of them and didn't save any?"
"I was hungry, I knew I was working late and I knew I was going to tell the girls I was taking a rain check, to come home a little earlier."
He just looks at you and then turns to your daughter.
"I'm sorry Miju, I shouldn't have accused you."
"It's ok," she mumbles, glancing at you with hurt in her eyes that you hope you never see again.
You feel like utter shit, both Mingyu and Miju annoyed with you. But you didn't know! You didn't even know he was making smoothies with her until after your breakfast!
"Have you eaten your dinner baby? Let's get you to bed."
You know Mingyu doesn't mean to make it seem like they're leaving you out. He always puts her to bed on Fridays when you've worked late. But you just wish this Friday, was a little bit different.
They scuttle off to get Miju ready for bed, leaving you sitting at the dining table feeling more like a child that's just been scolded than your own daughter.
It's just as you're finishing the dishes that you hear Mingyu flop onto the sofa, a loud groan coming from the living room.
You wonder whether it's worth even talking to him or if you should just go to bed. But this whole thing is over some fucking strawberries and you both agreed the day you got married, that you'd never go to bed without resolving an argument.
Your footsteps are slow as you round the corner into the living room but you can't seem to find it in yourself to go in. And so instead you hover in the doorway like Miju does when she's accidentally broken something.
"Why are you standing over there?"
"I didn't know if you'd want to speak to me" you say softly.
You hate when you fight. But knowing he's not only pissed at you for eating the strawberries but also because he's accused Miju, only makes you feel worse. And the fact that Miju is pissed off at you makes you want to cry for hours. You thought you had years yet until she hated you. Now it's already happened.
"You could've just said you'd eaten them." He sits up from laying on the sofa, patting the spot next to him for you to sit down.
"I didn't think it was that big a deal! We're a family Gyu, I didn't think we needed to fucking label our food!"
"I'm not saying that babe but I'd bought them specially!"
"And I know that now! But I'd already eaten breakfast when you told me and there's lots of different fruit in there, I didn't know they were for smoothies!"
He doesn't say anything, just pouts a little and looks out the window. It's only when he hears you sniffle that he looks at you in horror.
"What are you crying for!" He reaches for you, pulling you into his side, "it's not that deep honey! I'm not pissed off, not really!"
"It's not that....Well it is, I hate you being mad at me. But....Miju hates me! Did you see the way she looked at me?!"
"She doesn't," he chuckles, holding you closer.
"She does! This is how it starts, by next week she'll be telling me to stay out of her life and that she wishes I wasn't her in mom!"
You sit up, looking at Mingyu's horrified face.
"You're being a little dramatic babe,"
He can't be serious.
"You've been pouting and starting arguments over strawberries, you've no business calling anybody dramatic!"
He doesn't answer, just looks at you like your eyes have all the universe's stars in them and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
"She doesn't hate you. She was sad about me accusing her and only a little bit at you for eating them. But when I reminded her that we never shame anyone for eating and that her mommy works very hard at a proper job, researching and other hot nerd shit. Not dancing and singing like me, then she said she'd apologise for shouting at you, in the morning."
He really is the perfect man when he isn't pouting and being fucking annoying. You do though hope that he didn't say "hot nerd shit" to your six year old daughter.
"So she isn't going to lock herself in her room, listen to punk rock and say that I ruined her life?"
"She isn't you,"
His cheeky smile, knowing he's shut you up with that, makes all your worries disappear.
"I suppose," you pout, trying to hide the smile threatening to break free.
"We do have some unsettled business though, I'm afraid."
"Can we not order pizza or something? I already did the dishes."
"I didn't mean food." He shakes his head like he's disappointed in you, "although I'm down for pizza. Once you've apologised properly."
"I have apologised!"
"It wasn't good enough, sadly! See I'd spent so much money on those strawberries and I was really looking forward to Barbie of Swan Lake." He sighs loudly, "It all just means you're going to have to do a bit better with your apology I'm afraid."
Oh. Oh. Now you see where this is going.
"And how would you like me to do that exactly?" You smirk, trying to kneel on the floor in front of him, though him trying to push you back onto the sofa causes you to stop in your tracks.
"Wait," you push him back, his pouty lips trying to lean forward to capture yours, "why are you making me lean back. I thought you wanted me to apologise?"
"And I do."
"So quit pushing me back and let me kneel down!"
"But I wanted to go down on you!"
"How is you doing that, me apologising?"
He just stares at you blankly.
"It's what I want as way of an apology!"
"But shouldn't I be doing something to apologise? You eat me out like four times a week, if anything you do it too much!"
"Wow!! Fucking rude!! Most women don't get head once a year!"
"You only do it because you're obsessed!!"
"And that's a bad thing?! You don't like it?!"
"Of course I do!"
"Then sit your ass back and let me have my apology!"
"But I wanted to give you head!"
"But it's my apology! I should get to choose!"
"Wow. You don't like how I do it?! Is that it?!"
His mouth hangs open in horror at you even suggesting such a thing.
"Babe. I barely last two minutes. I fucking love how you do it."
"Then sit your ass back and let me apologise!" You mimic his voice, him huffing and folding his arms that you'd mock him.
You stare at his clenched jaw. Torn between enjoying the view and wanting to eat him whole.
"You know. There's a very simple solution."
"Yeah. You lay down there and do as you're fucking told."
He's very rarely like this during sex. He's more likely to be crying and whining. But him putting you in your place makes your thighs clench a little.
You don't let it distract you though, there is a very simple solution.
"No. We both get what we want."
"I'm cool with you doing it after I've done what I want," he shrugs.
You scoff. You're not sure whether he's being willfully annoying or just having a bad day.
"I meant at the same time."
He frowns at you, though you see something twitch in his sweats none the less.
"But we haven't done that since you got cramp and smacked your head on the bed side table."
"I wouldn't have gotten cramp if someone wasn't insistent on making me cum three times!"
"You know, you complain a lot."
"And you pout like a big baby."
You stare at each other until the ridiculousness of the situation catches up with you.
"I'm down, if you are." He smirks.
"Here? What if Miju wakes up?" You glance in the direction of her bedroom, though she never wakes up in the night.
There is always the possibility that tonight would be the anomaly. That tonight she'd have a nightmare or she'd be unable to shake the disappointment of the night and want a hug.
"You were just ready to get on your knees for me,"
"True. But I don't know, it's different."
"Just take your tights off, if she comes in, I'll say we're doing yoga. You know that silly little skirt is my favourite."
This silly little skirt is his favourite.
So you don't answer him. You just stand up between his legs, pulling the tights slowly down your thighs, smiling at the way Mingyu's pupils are already blown just from watching you.
He's staring so hard he doesn't notice they're off and you're waiting.
You wait. Wait a little more. Until finally he looks up at you, eyebrows creased in confusion.
"Your pants," you say, like it's obvious.
Mingyu jumps up from his seat, pecking your lips as he goes.
"Sorry," he pulls his sweats and boxers down enough to free his semi hard cock, "you've just got such pretty thighs babe."
Even after all your years together, you'll never not blush at how free and easy he is with his compliments.
"Hurry up please." He grabs your hips and manoeuvres you towards the sofa.
"You're always so polite," you giggle, watching him lay back on the sofa, pussy already drooling at the sight of him waiting for you so excitedly.
"I won't be if you don't come here right now," you says sassily, pursing his lips.
You roll your eyes but rush over to him, throwing your knee over his face, revelling in the way he moans underneath you.
You love everything about Mingyu. But one thing you love the most, is how happily he shows you how much he loves you. Everything about you. When you had Miju, you had all the insecurities that come with pregnancy, but he never let them settle. He showed you daily how much he loved your body and since Miju, he's shown you that tenfold.
His fingers run up and down your thighs and you know he's staring at your dripping core but you couldn't care less right now. His now fully hard cock is right in front of you and you waste no time in taking him in your hand. Smirking at the whine you feel against your puffy folds.
There's a weird competitiveness that takes hold of you. You want to make him cum so hard that he forgets what he's doing. And this isn't because Mingyu is bad at eating you out, far from it, he's fucking incredible. But he is very pouty and he does get very pouty every other day when you suggest that maybe today, sex doesn't have to include his head between your thighs.
You take his tip into your mouth, wasting no time in swirling your tongue around his leaking tip, hips twitching a little when you feel his tongue licking your clit. His fingers are digging into your thighs as he tries to keep his concentration even though you're sucking his tip like your life depends on it.
Whatever competitiveness has taken over you, also seems to have taken hold of your husband too. Because he grips your hips, pulls you down onto his face and starts sucking on your clit with the same enthusiasm as you're doing his tip.
Neither of you are moaning at this point even. The only sound in the room is the sounds of tongues and drool and both of you humming at how obsessed with the taste of each other you both are.
You lean forward a little, huffing a laugh that causes you to gag a small amouny when Mingyu whines and pulls your hips back. Because how dare you move away from him, even a small amount.
But you did. And you had good reason to because your lips move up and down his thick length, tongue running along the top of it. The feel of the vein that runs along it against your tongue and how his tip hits the back of your throat every now and again making your head spin. Although that might be because of the position you suppose, you're not a teenager anymore. You won't tell Mingyu that though, he won't get the satisfaction of knowing he was right.
It's like your throat is molding to the shape of his tip from how eagerly you bob your head up and down on his throbbing cock. Even though the taste of him is one of the most familiar you know, it always makes your tummy tingle, the salty taste of him reminding you just how lucky you are to be married to Mingyu.
His tongue is always incredible, but tonight? It's like a whole new beast. It's everywhere, running between your oozing hole and your swollen clit, swirling and twirling around until he goes back to his main task, making sure your clit never forgets how his lips feel.
Your hips roll onto his face, the feeling of his lips on your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs and his velvety cock against your lips making your high come on quicker than you were expecting.
How fucking annoying. You wanted him to cum first.
You double down, head moving at a million miles an hour as your grip on his thighs almost matches the one his has on yours. His hips start to buck, his movements of fucking himself up into your mouth meeting your head coming down.
His lips are unrelenting and your mouth is the same. Both of you only having the same shared goal, to make the other cum.
He mixes up his movements, tongue quickly moving to circle your clenching hole until his tongue wanders back to your clit and instead of sucking, he flicks it again and again. Him being a rapper makes perfect sense, no normal person can move their tongue this quickly.
Your hips keep grinding down onto his face, he keeps rutting into your mouth and all you can hear is gagging, slurping and drooling. And fuck is it the most perfect sound in the world.
It turns out you were never going to win.
Because your hips twitching, body set alight when your orgasm finely hits you and Mingyu is rewarded with your cum in his mouth, is the very thing that pushes him over the edge.
Because of course it is. He's nothing if not a people pleaser and as your body shakes over him, him moaning at the taste of you, his hips get sloppy and you feel him whine underneath you. Hot salty ropes of his cum hitting the back your throat as you bob your head a little longer, making sure you've milked him for all he has.
Both of your hips slow, both of your bodies coming down together and you feel light as a feather after the most incredible orgasm he's ever given you. Well. This week. Or maybe... Since two days ago.
You move to get off him, realising now you're done, that your daughter is asleep down the hall and it would probably be pretty hard to pass this off as yoga, like Mingyu suggested.
"Oh my god, stop whining!"
You giggle when you have to wrestle yourself away from your clingy manchild.
"We could go again!"
"I think," you huff as you sit down next to him once he's sat up, tucking himself back in with a pout, "doing that was risky enough baby."
"True," he sighs, reaching over to kiss your lips quickly. "Did I hear talk of pizza?"
"Did you hear talk? You're not 92 baby." You giggle. "But yeah, how about pizza and Barbie of Swan Lake?"
He looks at you like Miju would if you told her of the same plan. Or probably more excited.
"You hate that film"
"But you love it. And I love you. And I'm sorry I ruined your daddy daughter date with Miju."
He sits and thinks for a few minutes, forehead creased and lips pursed like he's deep in thought.
"How about pizza and office gossip, I won't to know if your boss is sleeping with his secretary. And all three of us watch Barbie tomorrow?"
His smirk annoys you more than the idea of watching Barbie of Swan Lake with your daughter. It isn't that you don't like to see her happy it's just she feels the need to point out you're not like Barbie.
It's not even that you want to be. And you know she doesn't mean it in a horrible way. She just thinks your choice of high ponytail on the weekend, does not cut it with her princess standards.
"Fine," you roll your eyes, curling into his side as he gets his phone out to order the pizza. "But I'm choosing the pizza, you always get too many mushrooms."
"Fine by me baby. Shame we can't have strawberries for dessert."
His snort of laughter is long gone when you whack him with a cushion, him insisting you've broken his nose. Although he still holds you a little closer and you still snuggle further into him.
Because he might be a dramatic man. But he's your dramatic man.
If I wasn't a lazy shit I would've made TONES of Kim Mingyu x autistic/unstable/self destructive!reader stories because I love embracing the fact that I'm not a perfect person and he has to embrace my bad side too 😃
