a completely stupid argument, and now mingi is crying for your attention.
❛ content 1.1k words, male reader, boyfriend! mingi, really suggestive at the end lol, desperate! mingi, angst & fluff, mingi whine…, mingi calls reader 'baby', requested here!
it was supposed to be a nice, chill night.
you and mingi were curled up on the couch, watching some random show, when the dumbest argument of your entire relationship broke out. it started with you casually mentioning how good pineapple tasted on pizza.
mingi had gone rigid.
“you like pineapple on pizza?” he had asked, turning to you so fast it was like you’d just confessed to murder.
“…yeah?”
silence. then, pure disgust settled over his face.
“you’re serious?”
you frowned. “what’s wrong with that?”
“what’s right with that?” mingi countered. “that’s, like, the worst topping ever. it’s soggy. it’s wrong.”
you scoffed. “it’s sweet and salty. it’s delicious.”
“it’s an abomination.”
“mingi, it’s not that serious—”
“it is that serious,” he pointed at you, eyes narrowing. “i don’t know if i can look at you the same way after this.”
and that? that was where he fucked up.
because now, you were annoyed.
he had been dramatic over stupid things before, but this was next-level. you had half a mind to kick him off the couch, but instead, you decided on something worse.
you ignored him. full-on silent treatment.
and mingi was not handling it well.
for the past twenty minutes, he had been trying everything to get your attention.
he had tried whining. he had tried cuddling into your side. he had even pouted — full lips jutted out, eyes wide and pleading — but you refused to acknowledge him.
at first, he had just been playfully frustrated.
but now? now, he was genuinely suffering.
“baby,” he whined, dramatically draping himself across your lap. “please, just look at me.”
you didn’t move.
he groaned, shoving his face into your stomach. “you’re really mad over this?”
more silence.
mingi sighed and pulled back, staring at you. you were still facing the tv, arms crossed, expression blank.
he swallowed. “you’re really not gonna talk to me?”
nothing.
mingi inhaled sharply. “okay.”
then, to your absolute shock, you heard a small, shaky sniffle. your brows twitched. another sniffle.
you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, and—
oh.
oh, shit.
his eyes were glossy, his bottom lip trembling. his lashes fluttered rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that were already beginning to spill.
he sniffled again, then rubbed at his face with his sleeve.
“i just… i don’t know what i did wrong,” he muttered, voice cracking slightly.
you blinked. “mingi…”
his head snapped up, eyes wide, hopeful. “you’re talking to me again?”
you frowned. “are you crying?”
he sniffled. “i am not.”
you stared at him.
he sniffled again, rubbing at his eye with his sleeve.
“i just… i hate when you ignore me.”
your chest tightened.
but then, you noticed something else.
his lips were slightly swollen, from either biting them or pressing them together to hold back sobs. his nose was red-tipped, his expression soft, vulnerable, desperate. his wet lashes glistened under the dim lighting of the room, making his eyes look even bigger.
he looked stupidly pretty.
mingi sniffled, staring at you, waiting.
you exhaled, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from his cheek with your thumb. he shivered slightly at the touch.
“you really cried over this?” you murmured.
mingi sniffled again, then nuzzled into your palm, blinking up at you like an abandoned puppy.
“i don’t like when you ignore me,” he admitted quietly.
his voice was soft, raspy, broken.
something in you snapped.
before you could think twice, you grabbed his chin and tilted his face up further. his breath caught as you ran your thumb over his lip, feeling the warmth, the slight dampness from his tears.
mingi’s lashes fluttered. “baby…”
your grip tightened.
“you look really pretty when you cry,” you muttered.
mingi froze.
a visible shudder ran through his body. his breath shuddered, eyes flickering between yours and your lips.
then—
“do you like it?” he whispered.
your fingers flexed against his jaw. “like what?”
mingi swallowed thickly. “when i cry.”
your pulse quickened.
he inhaled, shaking slightly as he leaned in. “because i’ll do it more if it means you’ll touch me like this again.”
fuck.
you clenched your jaw, gripping his face tighter, thumb pressing against his lower lip.
“you’re really pushing it,” you muttered.
mingi exhaled shakily, leaning into your touch. his hands found your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to make your skin tingle.
“is that a bad thing?” he murmured.
you didn’t answer. instead, you moved.
in one swift motion, you grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him forward, crashing your lips against his.
mingi moaned.
it was soft, breathy, but fuck, it was there.
his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. his lips were warm, needy, moving feverishly against yours as if he was trying to make up for the time you had spent ignoring him.
your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly — he whimpered. something dark, hungry, settled in your stomach.
you deepened the kiss, pushing him further back against the couch. mingi let out a small gasp as your tongue slid past his lips, his grip on your hips tightening.
“fuck,” he whispered against your mouth. “you—”
you cut him off by biting his bottom lip.
mingi whined.
you smirked. “what was that?”
his breath shuddered. “you’re—”
another kiss. this one harder.
mingi’s head hit the armrest, his body pliant beneath yours. his chest rose and fell rapidly, his fingers trembling against your skin.
you pulled back slightly, just enough to see his face — his flushed cheeks, his swollen lips, his half-lidded, desperate eyes.
he looked wrecked.
and you weren’t even close to done.
“you’re not crying anymore,” you teased, voice low.
mingi swallowed, lips parting slightly. “maybe you should keep ignoring me, then.”
you huffed a quiet laugh. “you’re such a fucking brat.”
he smirked. “but you love it, right?”
you pressed your knee between his thighs.
mingi gasped.
his eyes flew open, cheeks burning. “oh, fuck—”
you leaned down, lips brushing against his ear.
“if you keep acting like this,” you murmured, “i might have to make you cry again.”
mingi shuddered.
“fuck,” he whispered, voice breathy. “please.”
his grip on your waist tightened.
and just like that, your forgotten argument about pineapple on pizza?
rating : fluffy, jongseob gets real sappy in one of them
warnings : occasional typos....whether or not they were purposeful is up for debate ig!!! anyway i love doing texts w jongseobie because its so fun to imagine LMAO
𝄞𝄢SUMMARY: y/n thought he saw his best friend and decides to scare him.. spoiler alert its not his best friend but a hot stranger that's unfortunately staring daggers into his soul called James.
𝄢PAIRING: James ,,Cortis × male y/n
♬STATUS: ongoing !
1. Hottie
2. Oh shit
3. Weirdo??
4. Number
⏝︶⊹︶⏝︶୨୧︶⏝︶⊹︶⏝
Disclaimer warning: I'm fairly new to tumblr so I gen have no clue what im doing and yes you will sit down and figure it out with me :D
⚬ in which . . . you give the depop seller a chance
﹙PRÉCIS﹚, ✿21𝓈 ㅤㅤ ⸻ downbad martin & 𝒻. rea 𓂃 Ⓢmau ࣪ ˖ he fell first she fell harder type 𝄞 ⸝⸝ ⟢ 、fluff fluff fluff 𓏏 >﹏<
ℬambi :: martin would soooo be a depop seller lowk 🤔 anyways yes i created another depop acc for this smau. Pls don’t ask. Also pretend there’s a martin pfp for the depop thing bro I couldn’t figure out how to put a pfp on depop on mac 😂❤️. anyways enjoy!!!
₊⊹📽really brought u 2 together! — martin edwards ໑
martin x f!reader 🃜🃚🃖 martin loves movies, but he loves debating with the cute worker at his local cinemas even more…
( notes 🎬 ༘ ⋆ ) social media au, idol martin, established martin crushing, crack, fluff, featuring members of CORTIS, TXT, && KATSEYE, includes swearing, author’s note at the end, 2/13 of my folklore series!
( author’s note 🎞️ ) shout out to to my hb alex for genuinely beefing in our local cinemas comments section ✊ this is VERY LOOSELY based off of ‘mad woman’ with the only connecting thread being the double standards of women being emotional mentioned 😭😭 also sorry some of the images are so long 🤨 this was wayyy longer than expected i had to cut down on sm bc tumblr has a 30 pic cap BOOOO👎👎👎🍅👎🍅
a/n: lowkey this was the fastest i conjured up a bf texts but i started to think too much abt it so it took a while to actually complete😵💫 but now i’ve done one for every member if you want a pt2 to any of them lmk i can maybe conjure up something (no guarantee tho🤫)
bf!shota・ fem!reader genre ・ fluff & lowk suggestive cw ・ he's js a TINY bit freaked out in this (sorry!). ss ・ 6
[ sunzy's callin' ] : okay guess whos finally posting...! pls cheer im so tired... also we're gonna ignore how much this damn fake text website brakes my cutie lil emoticon thingys ok...? didnt put enough freak sho in this tbh but trust ill do some drabbles or smth later...
ʚɞ 'busy woman' an ot6 𝒑1𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒚 smau by @cosmicalily ★ view 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂 ʚɞ
୨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: texting piwon 'she's busy rn' ♡ "yeah i'm a busy woman, i wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night." - '𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏' by sabrina carpenter
ʚɞ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: me when i find another group to reuse this damn prompt on (please tell me you're not sick of it bc i think it's hysterical)
ʚɞ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: imagine dragons
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