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[thru-the-grapevine]

[4:41 PM] “Are you sure you want to walk the rest of the way?”

“Yes, Mingyu. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? You twisted your ankle pretty bad. Won’t that make it worse?”

“It’s fine, I swear.”

Mingyu gave you a long Look before relenting. “Okay. At least lean on me the rest of the way.”

“I don’t need to do that,” you insisted, getting up off the rock alongside the hiking trail and attempting to start back down the way you came.

You stumbled, wincing, straight into Mingyu, who caught you gently and helped you upright again. The look in his eye was too concerned for your taste.

“I’m fine,” you said again. “Seriously.”

“Please let me carry you the rest of the way,” he pleaded. “I can tell you’re hurt. Please? It’s what good boyfriends do when their partners twist their ankles on hikes.”

“You can be a good boyfriend without doing that,” you said, hobbling a couple of steps down the trail painfully.

You stumbled again, and Mingyu caught you again, moving in front of you and crouching down, forcing you to meet his imploring eyes.

You sighed, glaring at him. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? I’m trying to help,” Mingyu said, pouting.

You groaned. “Don’t give me that, that…that puppy-dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that? You look like a kicked puppy.”

Mingyu didn’t wait to respond, just stood again and carefully hauled you onto his back. Once you had a good hold and he had his bearings, he started down the trail almost cheerfully.

“It shouldn’t be fun to have to carry your partner for half a mile back to the car,” you pointed out, knowing it would do no good.

Mingyu shrugged, and you could hear him smiling. “It’s fine, no biggie. I got you, babe.”

“Sure, sure,” you mumbled, hiding your face against his shoulder. “Idiot.”

[secndlife]

[8:41pm]

Kim Mingyu is the type of man they write songs about. He’s tall. Handsome. His face is that kind of face you see once in a lifetime. When he passes, people stare. They get dizzy. He looks like a god. He stands out, even when he might not want to.

Kim Mingyu is the type of man they write songs about. Not love songs, though. Never love songs. Heartbreak ones. The ones that make you feel like someone has their hands around your heart, ready to pull it out of your chest in one go. No mercy. No apologies.

That feeling is just too familiar. Not because of the songs, though. It’s never because of the songs. It’s because of Kim Mingyu.

Kim Mingyu has his hands around your heart, ready to pull it out of your chest in one go. No mercy. No apologies.

You don’t care, though.

You don’t care that Mingyu will walk away with your heart the moment you close the door after him. You don’t care because, from the moment you first saw him, you knew that it would end like this. Before it had even started, you could already see the ending. There was no alternative. Not when you get involved with a man like him. A man they write heartbreak songs about.

You don’t care because you’re sure he will take something more than just your heart. He goes with a suitcase - a suitcase that will have memories tangled up with the sweatpants he kept at your place. The memories of whatever this was. And they will follow him like ghosts, you made sure of that. You made sure to carve yourself in his mind. Maybe you didn’t manage to do it in his heart, but his mind would do. 

Your first encounter was still like a fresh wound. You knew who he was - everyone knew who he was - but you couldn’t help the way your breath picked up the pace when he walked into the studio. Flesh and bone. More handsome than any camera could ever capture. He was absurdly magnetic, and you wondered if he knew just how much. Later on, while you stood behind the lenses, watching him move effortlessly, you caught yourself hoping he was looking at you. 

Turns out he was. By the end of the shoot, after the place had no one else but you, he told you he didn’t go out with photographers. He said something about how that could put his modeling career at risk. Yet, for you, he’d make an exception. He didn’t ask anything about it. No proposition. All he did was declare that he’d do it with you. Almost as if he didn’t care about your thoughts on going out with him. Almost as if he knew you’d say yes. To that and whatever else he had his mind set. People didn’t say no to a man like Kim Mingyu. To that, you were no exception.

You were some sort of exception, though, and that was enough. You used it to your advantage. You didn’t ruin his career like he feared photographers like you would. You just engraved yourself enough for him to see you in his dreams once in a while. Even after everything was done. Especially after everything was done.

When it started, it started as a secret. He took you on a getaway, a place out of the city. “Let’s just run away from the crowds”, he said. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he wanted you all to himself. That wasn’t it. He just wanted to make sure he could give himself to others, too. But that wasn’t an issue - not for you and not for him. 

Mingyu was always so full that he managed to give bits of himself to whomever he wanted. And once he was done, there would always have enough left for you. More than enough. You still managed to have so much of him that it was overflowing you. And, in all honesty, you never really needed anything beyond that.

When it continued, it continued as a secret. No one had to know what you did. But now, now that Mingyu is seconds away from pulling your heart out of your chest, maybe they would know. Maybe the memories following him around would be visible to someone else, too. Maybe the ones that carried those memories about him would see the ones he carried about you. Like an agreement with the universe. Like an invisible string you only get to see when you’re tied at one end.

His hand is by the door frame now. He’s leaving. Your heart is out of your chest and packed with the memories and the sweatpants he’s taking. So this is done. And it ends just like you always knew it would - taking you down. Not without a swing, though.

“I’ll remember you,” Mingyu says. “I’ll always remember you.”

You nod. “I know.” You made sure of that.

“Maybe I’ll see you again.” It sounds almost as if he wants to. But he knows he won’t, and you don’t really say anything to hint that he will. So he hangs on to whatever you let him have. “Even if it’s just in my wildest dreams.”

a/n: CLEARLY this is very very very inspired by wildest dreams. idk man the way this song is simply written for kim mingyu !!!! i just aggressively wrote this after having mingyu x wildest dreams fever for a couple of days now. so yeah! hehe! haven’t written anything for him in so long wow. anyway!!!! enjoyyyyyy! and my ask box is open as always hehe

[blueberrygyu]

[ 03.12 ] ; mingyu x female!reader with established relationship

warnings: !! mentions of alcohol !!, pet names, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, pussy slapping (one time thing heh), praise, degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), breeding, impact play, size kink if you squint, choking, mingyu is just a jealous one (idk if i missed something, sorry it's literally 5.30 am)

a/n: it's night n i can't sleep, didn't proofread so sorry for any mistakes heh

"n-no more gyu, it—it hurts..!", tears prodded at your eyes as your legs were shaking while mingyu was still pistoning two of his fingers into your abused hole, making you ride out the third orgasm of the night while whimpering because of the cold metal of the rings he was wearing.

"but you're taking it so well, pretty", his thumb found place on your clit, drawing circles on it with the slightest touches just for the sake of making you squint a bit more - "so don't misbehave, i won't go easy on you and you know that".

his fingers started slowing up, finally letting you take your breath trying to compose yourself as much as you could. "b-but why? i don't know what you're talking ab-", you were cut by a oh-so-pathetic moan given by his hand slightly slapping your cunt right over your clit; his lips formed a smug grin, the one you hated so much for making him look so hot.

"you know i don't like it when you get that touchy with other men", his deep voice echoed in your still tipsy mind, making you remember the way you were dancing in a really explicit way on his friend's body while you were at a bar.

his thumb finally stopped, giving you mercy for a bunch of seconds while both of his hands came to his belt to unbuckle it before fully undressing himself. "and you had the courage to do it right in front of me, such a smug action of you darling", his words came out in a whisper, letting out that one sexy chuckle that always scratched the left side of your brain.

your legs were still wide open, your hands still playing with the dump sheets under your naked body; your hair was a mess and your makeup all mixed on your skin, perfect eyeliner lines all smudged because of tears. "i'm sorry, but i wasn't even sober", you whispered and pouted only for him to cup your face with both his hands softly before giving your cheek the slightest of the hits out of nowhere, making you blush because he didn't even knew you liked it.

"do i seem like i care right now?", his voice was raspy and it tingled you all over. his broad body was finally between your legs as his hands rested on your hips, guiding you on his lap. "your little dirty pussy too, it doesn't seem to care- and you too", as he positioned you as he pleased, one of his hands came to your face to hold it and making you look at him. he swore he could have come right there on the spot thanks to the way you were looking, all ruined and spent just for him.

his thumb caressed your lower lip and you looked at him with glossy eyes, "stop acting like you hate all this, princess. i know how much you love to be used like a mere fucktoy all for me to play with". you wanted to bury yourself deep into the floor. you knew he was right and you hated the way his words affected you, making you clench around nothing just because of him stating a fact.

"say it with your own words babygirl, be good this time mh?", his tone sounded so sweet yet his eyes were deep dark and you knew you were in for it the whole night. "i- yes, i love it", you barely managed to whisper this, and he looked at you in awe as you did. he found amusing the way you were still trying to be good for him even if you almost couldn't think anymore. he let it pass out of cuteness, maybe.

your knuckles were almost white because of how strong your grip on the sheets was, the moment he kissed your forehead and moved his hand from your face to his length, guiding it into your entrance and bottoming out in a single move. "fu—fuck!", your back arched a little and he looked down at your core, pleased by the way your walls were welcoming him and how his cock perfectly moved inside of you.

you would have taken a ton of photos of him right now if you could. the way his black hair was a little over his eyes made you sober even, his cherry lips were parted because of his panting and his honey-like skin glistened in bits of sweat.

his fingers grazed over your tummy where the tip of his cock could be seen a little and he chuckled- no, you were sure he was laughing. "i might break you, yet you always want me to fuck you so hard and rough", his hips moved harder than you imagined and the lewd sounds your pussy was making made you even wetter.

"won't break me, nng-nghh", you didn't even know if you managed to say it, you were too much over clouds to even try to speak properly. he was completely out of his mind and his grip on your hips left red marks on your skin, but who were you to complain?

"i hope so, darling", his tone sounded so loving in contrast to his actions; he was fucking you into oblivion, and the sensitivity of your three previous orgasms made you clench around him faster than he thought. your voice cracked a bit, already spent because of all the moaning caused by his fingers and tongue earlier, and your throat felt like it was on fire.

"if you keep clenching like this, i won't help myself and just fuck you how whores have to be fucked", you shook your head while closing your eyes and tried, you really tried to resist. "you really like being called a whore huh? you feel even more tight around me every time i do it", you could hear his smirk in his tone and hated it, you hated how good that whole situation felt.

"keep misbehaving babygirl, i will give you what little needy whores like you want and need", he moved his body closer to you as one of his hands came to your neck, softly tightening his fingers around it; that mere action made you let out a pornographic sound you didn't even knew you were able to make.

"i'm gonna fill you up to the brim, give you all my cum until it leaks out of you and it dumps all over the bed", his whispers made your body literal jelly and he smirked knowing how spent but still needy you were. "gonna make you so drunk on my cum you're gonna remember it every time you try to lend a single finger on someone else".

[smolbeanieee]

kisses | kmg

whenever you with mingyu, he can’t stop himself from kissing you—let it be a makeout session or leaving few pecks on your lips, forehead or your temple when cuddling with him.

but his favorite place to kiss you is always on your lips.

it’s almost feels like an addiction, says mingyu

“god i love you so much” mingyu softly whispered when he pulls you closer to him, making you lays your head on top his chest.

his random confession makes you chuckles as your eyes tore off from the movie on the television and looked up at mingyu who has so much adoration in his eyes.

“i love you too, gyu” you said, flashing him a small smiles.

mingyu’s lips curled into biggest smile on his face, feeling his heart could burst anytime soon whenever he’s with you

“kiss me” mingyu asked with his lips jutting out in pouts

you know you couldn’t resist him.

you pull yourself up to him and gives a peck on his lips

“more” mingyu whines with his puppy eyes as his thumbs softly caressing your cheeks, making you goes soft on him.

oh boy, this man doesn’t know how to stop kissing you once he starts and you ain’t complaining either.

[tyongf-nct]

4:16 p.m.

“Look. I cleaned the kitchen today so I’d have room to fuck you on the table.” Mingyu smirked as you scoffed, unable to keep a smile off your face.

“You’re such an idiot,” you said.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you don’t want to, now that I’ve tempted you.”

“I never said I don’t want to,” your smile grew, arms wrapping around the hard muscle of his abdomen. You were definitely tempted. Mingyu chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss you softly as he lifted you up into his arms with practically no effort. You were placed gently down onto the kitchen table, the surface smelling faintly of disinfectant. He really did clean it.

“What do you want first, hmm? My fingers or my tongue?” He whispered, lips brushing your ear so softly it sent shivers down your neck.

“You choose,” you whispered back. Mingyu grinned, kissing you again as hands slid into your shorts.

[nonatanahlada]

[06.04 pm] | seventeen mingyu

[06.04 pm] your head is peacefully rested on mingyu’s sturdy shoulders while his head is on top yours. both of your limbs tangled comfortably by the end of the bed. the culinary art show the tv is currently playing has transformed into a background noise as you both are actually too busy to care for anything but the amount of comfort and warmth you get from cuddling each other.

[wintxrflowxr]

20:42pm

[ his tanned skin glows under the sunset light while flowers float in the water. the field next to the cottage never looked so dreamy. another polaroid taken of your summer together. ]

[jhmyguardiangel]

HIIII! IM NEW Can I get mingyu /+ “ what can I do if I don’t have you? My heart doesn't have a comfortable house to lean on”? thank you soo muchhh ❤️ btw I love your account already!!

Genre: Slice of Life, Romance

Category: Seventeen Playlist

Title: I Need You

A/N: hi! thanks for stumbling upon this blog! i’m so so sorry this took so long, thank you for waiting 🥺 i hope you enjoy this ♥️

Now playing: Home.mp3

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[00:54am]

this was such a wrong time to be doing this; running with loud footsteps through an alley with nothing but dimmed lights from lamp posts and one tone clicks from several stoplights. mingyu should be at home, sleeping soundly beneath his soft sheets when you suddenly called him in this odd hour.

the voice you gave on the end of the line had him worrying, your sniffs and held-in chokes and possible clanks of glasses gave him the impression that you’ve been drinking.

his gut was right all along, he knew that the guy you dated would use you. it was nothing serious at all, but who was he to stop you from falling in love? he was just your best friend, and he promised that he’d be there for you no matter what happened.

the spare key he took from under a plant holder helped him enter to your locked dorm room. the sight of you sitting on the floor with your body laid across the centertable, surrounded with crumbled tissues and few bottles of soju and beer had his heart plummeting to the ground.

you looked up at mingyu with a reddened nose, swollened eyes, and a quivering mouth, though you immediately looked away, embarrassed with the state you were at right now.

“you look ugly.” he sat beside you, putting away several pillows.

“and you still came here for this ugly anyway. thank you mingyu.” you sighed. even though he was your best friend, you couldn’t imagine what you’d do if you didn’t have him. feeling his arms wrap around you, he closed in for a hug. “that guy’s a jerk. i was just a rebound.”

“i had a feeling,” making you look at him confused, “but you looked really in love with him, so i didn’t talk you out of it.”

“yeah, i’m such an idiot for not listening to you.” you chuckled, nuzzling your face in the nape of his neck.

mingyu felt like it was out of the blue to say it, but he wanted to be selfish just this once. he rubbed your sides, brushing your long tangled hair. even in this state, he betted in luck that he’d have a home with you. you looked at him shortly, and the next few words closed that broken door and probably will open a new one once you were ready.

“yeah and i’m in love with this idiot anyway.”