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There’s not enough Sub!Mingyu in this world and I’m here to change that (18+)

A/N: He looks like he would let me ruin him and honestly hell fucking yeah

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Warnings: baby’s got a mommy kink, a lil degradation here, a lil overstim there and I think we’re good

He can hardly breathe let alone think. His arms hurt, his cock aches, his throat burns and you’re still glaring him down like a roach you can’t wait to step on.

“Look at me.” Your nails digs into his cheek and you force his head up to look at you. “So pathetic. On your knees begging for a nut.”

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Monster in the Making

Pairing: Yandere!fem!reader x Nonidol!Mingyu

Warning: Attempted murder, reader is short in this one, implied submissive Mingyu, a bit of a twist at the end, implied Stockholm Syndrome

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Y/n was a paradox, a walking, talking contradiction. Her short 5’4 frame, generously blessed with curves, belied the raw power that simmered beneath the surface. She was fiercely protective, possessive to a point that bordered on terrifying, and all of it was focused on the towering figure of Kim Mingyu.

Mingyu. Her Mingyu.

He was everything she'd ever wanted, a six-foot-two Adonis with a smile that could melt glaciers and a gentle heart that she’d painstakingly molded to beat only for her. A star basketball player, he was a walking, talking temptation, a magnet for the affections of every girl on campus. And that was precisely why Y/n had to be vigilant.

She'd taken him, claimed him, nurtured him, and carefully pruned away any potential threats. It had been a process, messy and fraught with complications at first. The kidnapping, the initial fear in his eyes, the desperate pleas... those were memories best left buried. Now, he was hers, body and soul. He loved her, needed her, craved her presence. He was the perfect boyfriend, the perfect creation.

But even perfection required constant maintenance.

He was supposed to be here, in the library. She, in turn, was supposed to be helping him study for his upcoming statistics test. But as the minutes ticked by, the knot in Y/n's stomach tightened. He was late.

Then, she saw him.

He emerged from the building, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, a duffel bag slung over one arm. His dark hair was slightly tousled from practice, and a familiar warmth blossomed in Y/n's chest. He was beautiful, undeniably so.

But the warmth quickly turned to ice.

Leaning against the wall, batting her eyelashes like she was trying to fly away, was Park Soo-Ah. Soo-Ah was everything Y/n loathed: blonde, leggy, and sickeningly popular. She was the embodiment of the kind of girl that Mingyu, before Y/n, would have undoubtedly chased after.

Y/n watched, her breath catching in her throat, as Soo-Ah giggled and twirled a strand of her hair, her words inaudible but undoubtedly flirtatious. Mingyu, bless his heart, looked uncomfortable, his gaze darting around as if searching for an escape route.

“He’s being polite,” Y/n muttered to herself, trying to rationalize the scene. "He wouldn't reciprocate. He’s mine.”

But Soo-Ah’s hand on his arm, the way she leaned in closer, her red lips moving animatedly… it was too much.

A red haze began to cloud Y/n's vision. Every muscle in her body tensed, coiled like a spring ready to unleash. The world seemed to shrink, focusing only on the two figures outside. The blood pounded in her ears, drowning out the hum of the library lights.

With a speed that belied her size, Y/n surged out of the library, the heavy textbook abandoned on the table. The cool air hit her face, but she barely registered it. She moved with a single-minded purpose, her focus laser sharp, her anger a tangible force.

She reached them just as Soo-Ah was tilting her head back, preparing for some… whatever she was trying to pull.

“Mingyu!” Y/n’s voice, normally a soft melody, cracked like a whip.

Both Soo-Ah and Mingyu turned, startled. Mingyu’s eyes widened in relief when he saw her, but Soo-Ah's face twisted in annoyance.

“Y/n, what are you…” Mingyu began, but Y/n cut him off.

Without a word, she grabbed Soo-Ah by the arm, her grip like a vise. Soo-Ah yelped, surprised by the sudden aggression.

“Let go of me! What do you think you're doing, you weirdo?” Soo-Ah hissed, trying to wrench her arm free.

Y/n ignored her. She dragged Soo-Ah away from Mingyu, away from the crowd gathering to watch the drama unfold, towards the abandoned welding station on the edge of campus. The building was derelict, filled with rusted machinery and forgotten tools. A perfect place for… discipline.

Fear flickered in Soo-Ah’s eyes as she realized where Y/n was taking her. “Hey! This isn’t funny,let me go!”

Y/n didn’t respond. She shoved Soo-Ah into the dilapidated building, the rusty door creaking shut behind them. The air inside was thick with the smell of metal and decay.

“Look, I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to calm down,” Soo-Ah said, her voice trembling slightly.

Y/n turned, her face devoid of emotion. In her hand, she held a heavy metal pipe, faded blood from previous victims covering the top of it.

“My problem?” Y/n’s voice was low, dangerous. “My problem is you. You think you can just waltz in here and flirt with what’s mine? You think you can just… take him?”

Soo-Ah’s eyes widened in terror. “I didn’t… I didn’t know he was with anyone! I swear!”

Y/n raised the metal pipe before smashing it against the wall next to her face. The impact echoed in the silence of the building, sending a shower of sparks running down the terrified woman’s body.

“You’re lying,” Y/n hissed. “Everyone knows he’s with me. And you still tried. You still dared.”

She took a step closer, dragging the pipe against her leg before swinging the pipe back. Soo-Ah cried, a high-pitched, desperate sound falling from her lips as she brought her arms up to attempt to block the incoming attack.

But just as she was about to strike her, a hand grabbed Y/n’s arm, stopping her in her tracks.

“Y/n! Stop! Please!”

Mingyu. His voice was filled with a desperate plea, a pain that ripped through Y/n’s carefully constructed facade. He was holding her, his strong arms wrapped around her, trying to pull her away from Soo-Ah. Tears streamed down his face.

But not for Soo-Ah. His tears were for her.

“Y/n, please don’t do this,” he sobbed. “Please don’t get your pretty clothes dirty. I hate it when you get blood on them. Please, Y/n, please. Just… let her go.”

His words, his pain, were like a dagger to Y/n’s heart. He hated it when she dirtied herself for him. He cared about her, about her appearance. He loved her so much he couldn't bear to see her tainted by violence.

The rage drained out of her, leaving her feeling empty and cold. How could she hurt him like this? How could she cause him such distress?

She lowered the metal pipe, an angered sigh coming from her lips.

“Fine,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Fine. But you,” she turned to Soo-Ah, her eyes blazing, “you breathe a word of this to anyone, anyone at all, and I will make you regret the day you were born. Understand?”

Soo-Ah, trembling and pale, nodded frantically.

Y/n dropped the metal pipe and turned back to Mingyu, her face contorted in a mixture of shame and relief.

“L et’s go home,” she said, her voice pleading.

Mingyu nodded, still crying. He released her and gently guided her out of the welding station, leaving Soo-Ah sobbing on the floor.

As they drove home, the silence in the car was thick and heavy. Y/n felt Mingyu’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. She had almost crossed a line, a line that even she, in her possessive madness, hadn’t wanted to cross.

But then, Mingyu spoke, his voice low and hesitant.

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Do you… do you really do all this for me?”

Y/n looked at him, surprised. “Of course, Mingyu. Everything I do is for you.”

He was looking out the window, his expression unreadable.

“She was… pretty,” he murmured, almost to himself.

Y/n’s heart clenched. Was he… complimenting her?

“But you’re prettier, Y/n,” he continued, turning to face her, his eyes filled with a strange intensity. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. And she was trying to take you away from me. She was trying to ruin what we have.”

Y/n stared at him, bewildered. Had… had he just…?

“Y/n,” he said, reaching out and taking her hand in his. His grip was surprisingly tight. “If anyone ever tries to take you away from me again, I’ll… I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. Even if it means… getting my hands dirty.”

He looked at her, his eyes shining with a dark, unfamiliar light.

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine, but this time, it wasn’t from fear.

It was from something else entirely. Something… exhilarating.

She had molded Mingyu into the perfect boyfriend, the perfect partner. She had shaped his thoughts, controlled his actions, and purged any potential threats.

But she hadn't realized that in the process, she had also planted a seed. A seed of possessiveness, of protectiveness, of a darkness that mirrored her own.

The consequence of molding her perfect boyfriend was he was now a monster in the making himself

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Haiii!! Saw the sub!svt in the tags of your intro post and I was just wondering if you had any thoughts about sunny mingyu…like you’re so much smaller than he is but he loves allowing you to push him around…and he’s just a needy pup in general so he takes anything you give him… puppy mingyu has infiltrated my mind and I’m slowly loosing it…

Also everything you’ve been putting out has been so good!!! I loveee your writing style and I’m so excited for your future works ^^ no pressure and feel free to ignore if you’re not feeling the request ><!!

‧₊˚ ┊oh i have many thoughts about subby mingyu… i am a firm believer in puppy!mingyu no one can tell me otherwise! not proofread as usual so sorry for mistakes also thank you so much T_T ⟢ warnings: pet play, very slight degradation (use of the word dumb), sadomasochism, guided masturbation

mingyu has always been tall and in the past few years he's filled out, an imposing muscular build that he's rather proud of, but no matter how big he is or how big he gets mingyu will always love being made small. which is how he ended up here, sitting on the bed completely naked as you stand in front of him. there's a comfortable silence, your hands running along his bare skin, it's cool to the touch and the way looks at you fills you with a sense of endearment. he lets out a a tiny wince when you roughly grab his hair, pulling him down so that he was forced to be below you. mingyu wants to curl into himself, not out of fear or discomfort but because he desires to be even smaller. "what is it, puppy?" your voice is soft and caring, he shakes his head in response. "nothing." it's short and straight to the point, there really is nothing going through his head. you soothe your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp with your carefully manicured nails—he melts into the touch, a barely audibly moan of content leaves his mouth. his hair has grown out over the months, a loose curl pattern adapting with the length, you continue to massage his scalp and sporadically tug at the strands. mingyu's a good pet, he's not ill-behaved or impatient and he'll always wait for you to give him what he wants even if it means waiting days. his body is getting hot as he gets more aroused, placing his hands on your thighs to ground himself and suddenly there’s a small sting on his face. you slapped him, gently, but you slapped him. his hands retract immediately, folding together and resting in his lap with a pathetic look on his face. "you know how to ask, use your words." his mouth opens and closes as if he suddenly didn't know how to ask. "can i please touch you, miss?" you hum in contemplation, "i suppose." it only takes him a moment or two to return his hands and while he does that your hands begin to slowly roam the expanse of his body. over his shoulders, across his chest, down his arms, up his abdomen—the more you work over his skin the more desperate he grows, his breath picking up in pace and he starts to let out miniscule whines every now and then. when your hands finally reach make their way to his hard on he holds his breath, his fingers beginning to dig into your thighs. there's a small streak of arousal running down the length, you leave featherlight touches on the tip and down to the base, he twitches slightly under the feeling of your fingertips. you take your finger and gather up as much of his precum as you can, bringing it up to mouth and motioning for him to open. "good boy," watching mingyu's mouth open on command and the way he wraps his lips around your fingers fills your heart with a sense of pride. he is so compliant and willing to please, it's nothing short of endearing.

his reflection is debauched, the thin sheen of sweat that covers his body, his hair stuck to his face, his face contorted with pleasure, his hand wrapped around his dick just as you told him. "look at you," your voice is so sweet when you call to him, "a dumb dog who can't wait to get off." his pace slows just enough to be noticed, at the snap of your fingers he's back to your set pace. "you're a good boy, mingyu, you can do it." your words of encouragement and praise are a double edged sword because while mingyu can make himself cum, he'd much rather it be you to do it. however, he can't deny the rush and thrill that floods his body as you looming over him. "faster." it's exactly as you instruct, "slower." he's almost completely stopped. there is no end to what mingyu will do at your request, but there's a sadistic fun in the way he whines so loud followed by loud gasps and moans when you force him to change pace. you can edge him for hours, you'd have no issue doing it, he'd have no issue letting you, but overstimulating him is just as fun and you cannot decided what you want to do. "how bad do you want to cum?" your hand rests on his shoulder, "so bad…" he pants, "please let me cum." you take ahold of his hair and pull his head back to look at him. "cum for me, then." he nods as fast as he can, mumbling out barely coherent "thank yous" as he teasing and taunts himself. it takes little time for him to make a mess out of himself, small spurts finding their way to his abdomen while the majority of it covers his hand. "don't stop." his eyes shoot open at your words, "keeping going, you wanted to cum so bad. be a good puppy." mingyu lets out a long, exasperated groan but does exactly as you say, noises of pain and pleasure fall out of him like rain. his pace is sloppy, he keeps whimpering, he needs to do good for you but it's so hard for him to do it to himself. you watch him in the mirror, leaving small handprints across his thighs whenever he got too sloppy. it takes him no more than five minutes to be teetering on the edge, "i'm close…" he mutters, he sounds tired but more than that his voice is laced with desperation. "can i cum now?" no one can make better puppy eyes than mingyu, no one can look so pathetic and so ruined even by their own hand. "yes, you've been a good boy." he spills all over himself again, a pained moan leaves his mouth as he cums but you can tell that he's content by the way he strokes himself through the high. "such a good puppy." you praise leaving kisses along his face and shoulder.

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!! mentions of: degradation, handjobs, praise kink

mingyu keeps sneaking his way into my daily thoughts and it’s honestly messing me up so bad omg. all i can think about is big puppy himbo gyu and how the members said he highkey likes to be degraded so he acts out on purpose…

puppy!mingyu that loves to be degraded but also loves your praise and just can’t decide between the two. he’d cling to you and whine when he wants your attention, sometimes acting out just so he can hear you call him a bad puppy. “‘m a bad puppy…” he’d repeat to you, squirming as you run your hands up and down his chest teasingly. “need you to punish me.” so you’d edge him for hours and he’d take it like such a good boy because even though he loves when you degrade him he wants your praise just as bad. his hair would be so messy and his face would look so fucked out as he just lays limp while you slowly stroke his cock. all while he keeps panting pathetically and begging for your reassurance and praise :( “am i being a good boy? i’m listening so well, are you proud of me? you love your puppy, right? wanna be a good puppy, wanna be a good boy just for you…” ugh he’d just mumble and whimper underneath you and it would be the cutest thing ever. he wants nothing more than to please you and make you happy <3 i’m in love with big dumb himbo puppy mingyu.

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Wearing a skirt for you pt. 2 (m)

Sub!Seventeen (maknae line) x Dom!GF!Reader

WARNINGS—boys wearing skirts/dresses ✧ dom/sub dynamics ✧ praise ✧ degradation ✧ name-calling ✧ pet names (master, mistress, mommy, baby boy, kitten/kitty, prince/princess)

NOW PLAYING—Bounce Back ✧ Little Mix

SCENARIO—GF asks them if they can wear/try on a skirt

A/N. Hyung line ver.

M.LISTS—random idols ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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이석민 / dk / dokyeom / seokmin

He would be such a cute, blushy baby boy when he heard your request. He'd choke on his strawberry milk and ask you to repeat what you said in case he was hallucinating or heard you wrong. When you confirmed you really wanted to see him in a dress or skirt he would be as pink as his drink. His wonderful smile would be on display for you because he had been curious about this stuff for a while.

"C-Can you say that again, Mommy?" he asked with a nice voice.

"Don't you think you would look so so pretty in a skirt/dress?"

"M-M-Maybe. I can try one for you, Mommy," he stuttered with red cheeks and a huge smile covered by a hand out of embarrassment.

He will get more comfortable with it overtime but it will never fail to make him blush and feel cute.

What’s for breakfast?

Pairing: fem!reader x Mingyu

Wc. 2.1k

Summary: It’s the morning after you dom Mingyu and wake up to him making you breakfast in nothing but an apron.

Warnings: smut!, porn no plot, afab reader, pet names, gendered terms, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, teasing, slapping, slight fingering, overstimulation

Author note: It's currently five in the morning,, but thanks for the support on my first post!! Wrote this after waking up starving. Felt full seeing all the likes on my first post though LOL. Could be seen as a pt. 2 to my Cheol one if you imagine it's him instead tbh. Ib: an imagine someone sent me

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Brat.

Mingyu x reader. (s)

Synopsis: Mingyu gets a little to cocky for your liking.

Positions

pairing; kim mingyu x afab reader

genre; smut

warnings; filth, unprotected sex, mingyu watches porn, dom/sub dynamics, Domme!reader, sub!gyu, mention of switch!reader in the past, begging, pet names, degrading names, praise, degradation, slapping, hand on the throat, overstimulation, creampie, honestly not sure if I've missed anything

w/c; 2.3 k and some change

a/n; saw the amazon position and was fascinated by it and this is what happens. thank you to @junkissed-replies for proofreading!

Mingyu kisses behind your ear causing you to smirk, a small laugh slipping from your lips. He had been incredibly touchy from the moment you walked in the door. Now his hand was running along your stomach, his fingers turned downwards urging you to spread your legs. You could hear the whimper on his lips next to your ear when you laugh again, pulling from him ever so slightly.

“Mm, where are you going? I need you…” You smile at his words, your eyes rolling when you lean back to meet his eyes. Mingyu’s pupils were ever so slightly blown out with lust, his cock straining in his shorts. He groans at the way you look at him, his thumb rubbing a circle into your hip while he takes a deep breath giving you an almost desperate look.