#mingyu drabble

[shadowkoo]

Bad Influence

→ Summary: In a dark, pulsing nightclub packed with strangers, you’re just looking for a good time—free drinks, dirty dancing, maybe a hot kiss or two. But when Mingyu finds you on the dance floor, he changes the game entirely. What starts as harmless teasing spirals into a filthy, no-boundaries encounter right there in the crowd. And by the end of it, you're not sure who’s corrupting who.

↠ mingyu x f.reader | 1.6k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, strangers to lovers, pwp

→ Warnings: rave night club party vibes, bad boy!mingyu, alcohol consumption, mentions of earlier drug usage, consensual sex while under the influence of drugs & alcohol (pills mentioned but no name specifics), unprotected + explicit sex, rough sex, scratching, biting, hair pulling, grinding while dancing, fingering, finger sucking, quicky in the middle of the dance floor, exhibitionism, mild choking + breath play, cum warming/stuffing, dirty talk, praise, pet names, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

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→ Author Note: happy 10 year anniversary to seventeen!!! this idea was born bc bad influence has been playing on repeat all day and i cannot get the thunder visuals out of my head either so here you go LOL as always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

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🎵 Bad influence, you had to do it, An ordinary time ain't enough for you 🎵

You slam back the first shot, barely flinching before accepting the next from the stranger beside you. He’s cute, just not your type. Still, you’re not above a little harmless flirting if it keeps the drinks coming. Lucky you.

Unlucky for him though, you have zero intention of going home with him. You flash a smile, murmuring a quick thanks before slipping between the bodies on the dance floor, losing him in the blur of lights.

Arms lifted and hips circling to the beat, you toss your hair back, letting the music take over. The mix of alcohol and pills from earlier hums through your veins, softening everything around you. It feels good.

A firm hand slides onto your hip, syncing with your movements like he already knows your rhythm. A man who can match your tempo? Instantly hot. You silently hope his face is as good as his dancing.

Sneaking a glance, you’re more than pleased. He’s insanely good-looking too. Messy black hair. A lip ring shining under the strobe lights. Probably has tattoos too, if you cared enough to look for them.

Fuck yeah, you’ll dance with him. And better yet, you’ll even let him take you home after.

“I’m Mingyu,” he says, leaning in with a cocky grin. “What’s your name, Gorg?”

“Y/N!” you shout over the music, turning back around to grind against him. His fingers trail down your sides, brushing the bare skin between your tiny skirt and your cropped, backless halter. He moves as if he knows exactly where this night is going, and you’re not about to stop him.

His lips brush your neck as you dance, followed by the teasing flick of his tongue and a playful bite that sends heat straight through you. You spin in his arms again, this time facing him, and crash your mouth to his without hesitation.

Mingyu’s arms lock around you, pulling you flush against his solid body. Your hands roam, tracing the hard lines of his biceps, his broad shoulders, the tension coiled in his back—then lower, to the firm curve of his ass.

You're sharing body heat, breathing each other in, getting lost in one another.

“Mmm,” he murmurs against your lips, “Baby, you should know I’m nothing but a bad influence.”

You pull back with a dangerous twinkle in your eyes. “So influence me then, Mr. Bad Boy,” you dare him.

🎵 Bad influеnce, you had to do it, You wanna have a good, good night 🎵

His thumb drags slowly across your lips, smearing the last of your gloss.

You part them slightly, tongue flicking out to taste the corner of your mouth, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

He takes the opening, pressing his thumb past your lips.

Instinct takes over. You close your mouth around it, tongue swirling, sucking slowly. His eyes darken, hunger and lust flashing through them.

With a soft pop, he pulls his hand away. You turn around without a word, body rolling as you grind down to the beat, taunting him to make the next move.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back up, mouth at your ear, voice low and rough. “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, dollface.”

You push your ass back against the growing bulge in his jeans, grinning wickedly. “Right back at you, darlin’.”

He groans, no longer holding back, completely indifferent to the people surrounding you both. One hand wraps firmly around the front of your neck, tilting your head back and keeping your body flush against his. The other glides down your bare stomach, slipping beneath the hem of your miniskirt.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls, fingers sliding through the heat between your thighs. “This for me, baby? You want a good time? I’ll give you a fucking unforgettable one.”

The pressure at your throat flares for a moment, just enough to make your vision edge with stars. Then, mercifully, he loosens his grip, letting you gasp a few shaky breaths before tightening again.

“Make all the noise you want, Gorg. No one here gives a shit. I’m gonna fuck you right here too, make you lose your goddamn mind on my cock. You want that?” His fingers pick up their pace, curling relentlessly against your inner walls.

The bass from the music thuds in your ears, but it’s nothing compared to the pulse pounding between your legs. Mingyu’s breath is hot against your neck. His lips brush your skin as he mutters filthy praise into your ear.

You can feel him too, hard and throbbing through his pants, grinding against your ass in rhythm with every stroke of his fingers.

Your legs threaten to buckle as he hits that perfect spot again and again, sending tremors through your core. You're dripping, thighs slick as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. A small gasp escapes your lips, then a whimper, louder than you intended. But he was right. No one notices.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growls, voice laced with pure desire. “Let ‘em hear how good I’m making you feel.”

You’re unraveling. The pleasure is building, sharp and blinding. You throw your head back against his shoulder, mouth parted, eyes fluttering shut as your body starts to shake.

You nod, too breathless to speak, reaching back to clutch the back of his neck. Your nails dig into his skin as he pinches your clit hard.

White-hot ecstasy tears through you, the orgasm hitting like a jolt of lightning. Your legs tremble violently, mouth falling open as a cry escapes you. Without Mingyu’s strong grip holding you up, you’re certain you’d collapse right there on the dirty dance floor.

🎵 Bad influencе, you had to do it, It's four in the morning, what the fuck we doin'? 🎵

But he’s not finished with you. Not even close.

“I wasn’t kidding, Y/N,” he growls against your ear, pulling his hand from the front of your skirt. You hear the soft, unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering as he frees himself with a quiet, practiced motion. His hand slides to your ass, tugging your soaked thong aside with a rough, impatient grip. You feel the thick head of his cock press against your slick folds, teasing, threatening.

“I’m gonna ruin you right here, between all of these people,” he whispers, his voice full of dark promise. “And you’re gonna let me. Aren’t you?”

Then he pushes in.

You both moan in unison as he begins to stretch you open. The intrusion is intense, overwhelming, and everything you didn’t know you were desperate for. The loud music around you pulses through your bodies, but all you can feel is him.

It’s so much better than you imagined.

“Fuck,” he hisses, thrusting deeper, inch by inch, until he's almost fully sheathed inside you. “You feel that? You think you can take all of me, baby?”

“Give me everything,” you mewl, voice shaking with need.

And he does.

He starts fucking you from behind, his tip hitting deep inside you while his girth stretches against your walls. You’re trapped against his body and the faceless crowd. Bodies blur around you, lights flash, bass pounds. Everyone’s too drunk, too high, too far gone to register the way your breath hitches or how his hand fists your hair to keep you upright.

His mouth brushes your ear again, “Goddamn, look at you. So perfect around my cock, so fucking greedy for it. You were made to be fucked like this, weren't you?”

“Y-yes, made for this,” you gasp, voice cracking. “Made for you.”

That last word snaps something in Mingyu.

He growls, going feral as a switch flips. His movements grow rougher, harder as he pounds into you recklessly, chasing your release like a man possessed.

You fall apart all over again, body writhing, head tossed back against his shoulder as you come undone. A hot gush of wetness spills out around him, dripping down your thighs, making an even bigger mess. But that’s a problem for later.

“Gonna come,” he grunts through clenched teeth, thrusting once, twice, then burying himself deep as his hips jerk. You feel the molten heat of his release pulse inside you, in thick and hot threads. The sensation alone is enough to make your legs buckle, arousal spiking all over again at the thought of him filling you up.

He pulls out slowly, and you feel some of his come leak out after him.

But he’s still not done.

Mingyu drops his hand between your legs, massaging your combined mess into your swollen folds. Then, with zero hesitation, he slides two fingers back inside you.

“Fuck, still so warm, so tight,” he murmurs, eyes dark as he watches your body react. “Think you can give me one more?”

He already knows the answer. Your walls flutter around his fingers, clenching in anticipation even as tears prick the corners of your eyes. It’s almost too much, but you crave it.

It’s so fucking good.

Your body tenses, shuddering violently as a third orgasm rips through you, smaller but more intense. You cry out, unable to hold back, clutching his forearm like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground.

Mingyu groans, pulling his fingers free. They’re coated in slick and come. Before you can move, he presses them back against your entrance, pushing his release back inside you with a filthy smirk.

“Can’t let it all go to waste,” he says smugly. “Gotta hide the evidence.”

You glance over your shoulder, flushed and wrecked, barely able to stand.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks, already zipping up, eyes locked on yours.

“Your place or mine?” you ask breathlessly.

🎵 Bad influence, you had to do it, You turn and say "a good, good time" 🎵

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[minghaoes]

pouty cuddles [drabble]

mingyu comes home after a day of filming gose and everyone's been meaner to him than usually. what else could he need than being in your arms and dramatically complain about his members, who he loves dearly?

TAGS: kim mingyu x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, the members are mean to mingyu but he's handling it like a champ (he isn't)

WORD COUNT: 800 words

a/n: my first seventeen fic !! i haven't written fanfics in a minute and i'm a bit rusty so it's shorter than what i will post in the future, but i hope that y'all will enjoy it nevertheless :) please let me know what you think and happy reading !!

Mingyu was pouting. His lower lip was slightly puffed, his cheeks looked a little rounder than they usually did, and his eyes, his eyes were big and brown as they looked right into yours. His head was resting on your chest close to your chin, and Mingyu could not stop staring at your face. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he seemed comically small in that moment. 

Your left hand softly caressed the warm skin on his back, as the fingers on your right slowly played with his curls. Mingyu sighed quietly and leaned into your touch, not before exaggerating his pout just a little bit more. It was enough to make you coo at him and press a butterfly kiss on the tip of his nose.

“They were mean to me,” Mingyu said, the pout ever so evident in his voice. You suppressed a laugh and indulged in his behaviour. “Who was mean to you, baby?”

Mingyu closed his eyes at the pet name and pressed his body even closer to yours. His body felt heavy on yours, but still comfortable. The warmth radiating from his body was enough to keep you warm, to keep you happy. 

“The members,” he mumbled, and shuffled a bit further up. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he complained: “They said I’m always scared.”

It took you a lot of self restraint to not start laughing. Granted, Mingyu had not been telling you what today’s episode was about, but considering you know how your boyfriend behaved in certain situations, the members’ statement was not that far off from the truth. Yet, the pout on Mingyu’s face was enough to have you reconsider agreeing with them, even playfully. Instead, you opted for lightly scratching his head and pressing a kiss on top of his hair. “My poor baby.”

“Yes, I am,” Mingyu nodded. His lips grazed the skin of your neck and you smiled, hugging him closer to your chest. In response, Mingyu hummed and kissed the same spot softly. He kept kissing you over and over again, until he started speaking again.

“I’m not actually mad at them,” he confessed, and you hummed, “Who would have thought.”

“HOWEVER,” he interrupted you sassily, another pout already forming on his plush lips, “I’m not scared of everything.”

You smiled at him, but Mingyu only furrowed his eyebrows. Your right hand wandered further down from his hair to his forehead, to massage the worry line gently. 

“I’m not scared of being with you,” Mingyu confessed quietly. His eyes flickered back down, feeling less confident now that you reciprocated his gaze. “I’m not scared of committing to you. To give myself to you.”

It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows now. You tried to sit up straight, but Mingyu would not let you. Instead, you opted for hugging him with both of your arms around his neck. 

“Where’s that coming from, darling?”

Mingyu whined and put his head back into place right in the crease of your neck, right on top of your shoulder. 

“Just been thinking ‘bout marriage a lot lately, that’s all,” he replied casually, not knowing that the simple words made your heart beat just a little bit faster than it already did. 

“Yeah?” you replied breathlessly, trying your best to maintain your breathing. Mingyu nodded again, sounding a bit more insecure this time. “If that’s what you’re considering too. No pressure if you’re not interested. I mean, I would be hurt by it, but I respect any decision you might mak-” 

Giggling, you pulled Mingyu’s head up to press a kiss on his lips. Your hand was holding his cheek and caressing the soft skin below your fingertips. In turn, Mingyu’s eyes returned to your face, the same big and brown eyes you had grown to love. The pout was evident on his lips again, and in response, you kissed him over and over again, until the lovesick frown returned to his brows, his eyes softer than you have ever seen them.

“Of course I’ve been thinking about it too,” you admitted, pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose. Mingyu turned his head upwards, trying to catch your lips with his. He whined when you pulled away, his lips returning to his natural pout. 

“Baby,” he said, his eyes switching back and forth between your eyes and your lips, “that’s unfair. I’m still sad. Why are all of you always mean to me?”

You cooed and littered his entire face with kisses. Mingyu giggled at your antics and sighed contentedly. For now, you did not have to know that his members had been nagging him about proposing to you. The box he was hiding in his sock drawer was also completely unrelated to his theatrics. 

[studioeisa]

hard carry 🧮 mingyu x reader.

your math major soulmate is the only reason you’re surviving college, but how long can you rely on him for help?

★ math major!mingyu x art major!reader.  ★ word count: 2k ★ genre/warnings: alternate universe: college/university, alternate universe: soulmates (you and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts), romance, fluff, humor. a math term/solution i am not 100% sure about. reader’s thoughts are in pink while mingyu’s are in blue.   ★ footnotes: this is part of my follower milestone event. when are @maplegyu and i not self-indulgent? alas, brainiac!kmg is one of my favorite versions of gyu— so i’m glad to finally have an excuse to play with it. ily, maple! 

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ hard carry by got7. no song without you by honne. in the same place by girls on top. let’s love by suho. lilac by iu. mariposa by peach tree rascals. love equation by vixx. common denominator by justin bieber.

Barnett Newman. Helen Frankenthaler. Mark Rothko. 

All fantastic abstract expressionist painters, known for their vibrant compositions and color-saturated canvases. Some of your peers turned their noses up at the movement, presumably because it always took a little more of a critical eye to understand it. 

You didn’t share the same distaste. Most of the time, you enjoyed the colors, lines, and shapes that all served to be a bigger part of a whole. 

If anything, the math problem in front of you was the most abstract thing you’d ever faced. 

You stare at the test paper, your pencil hovering uselessly above the page. The numbers have all blurred together— a mess of equations and symbols that could rival the work of Jackson Pollock. 

It’s almost comical, how you slot so easily into the stereotype of art-major-who’s-ass-at-math. Some people are an exception to the norm. You are not one of them. 

“Fifteen minutes left,” your hard-pressed professor drawls from the front of the classroom, and you snap out of your woe-is-me reverie.

Question five taunts you. If f(x) = 3x² - 4x + 7, find f'(x) and evaluate f'(2).

Derivatives. Okay. You know this. You should know this. 

Except, right now, your brain is a blank canvas.

You purse your lips. This isn’t going to bode well for you, but you’d held out this long. You’ll be lucky to get a C on this test— to pass by the skin of your teeth— and so you deserve to get at least one question indisputably correct. Right? 

Mingyu. You reach out through the bond, desperate. You there? 

Some have said that once you’ve met your soulmate, once you know how they sound like, it’s their voice that rings in your thoughts. If you haven’t, though, you’re left with something more akin to subtitles. Text flashing in your head in a font of your choosing. 

(Your poison is Courier New. You asked Mingyu once, what his font for you was, but he never really ‘got back’ to you on it.) 

There’s a pause— just long enough for you to feel guilty— before a response flashes in your mind. Aren’t you in the middle of a test? 

You can almost imagine his tone. You anticipate it’d be something sharp and warm all at once, which is just your way of coping with how desperate you feel right now. 

I’m seriously failing in the middle of my test, you respond. Hopefully, he can read how frantic and desperate you are. I just need a little nudge. 

A beat. 

You tack on, Please? 

If Mingyu could sigh, he probably would have by now. He’s a man carrying the weight of your academic shortcomings, after all. There’s just enough exasperation in his ‘tone’ when he shoots back, Fine. What is it? 

Your eyes dart over the problem plaguing you. Once you’ve mentally relayed it to your soulmate, he responds without missing a beat. 

Power rule. If you have something like axⁿ, the derivative is naxⁿ⁻¹. 

You blink. Say that like I’m five. 

So help me, God, Mingyu says, forcing you to tamp down a laugh. Okay. What’s 3x²? 

Uh… 6x? 

Good. And -4x? 

-4? 

And a constant? 

Zero— 

You sit up a little straighter, faltering mid-mental correspondence. So f’(x) is 6x - 4.

Mingyu can’t really sound amused— or proud— but you picture it all the same when he urges you to go on. And f’(2)? 

Your pencil is already scribbling furiously across your test paper. Eight, you triumphantly declare. The answer is eight. 

There you go, he answers. 

For not the first time, you wish you’d already met him. It must be nice to have a smile in your mind, a cadence instead of sentences. But you and Mingyu had agreed that neither of you were in a rush. You were both uni students wanting to explore your individual lives at your own pace before attempting a happily ever after. 

It’s only through your ironclad will that you’ve resisted the urge to look him up, to find out if there was a math major named Mingyu within your area.

This is the last time I’m going to help you cheat, he says as you move on to correct your answers for some of the other questions.

A corner of your mouth twitches upward. That’s what you said last time. 

Yeah, well, I mean it this time. Get a tutor or something, woman. 

Are you presenting yourself? 

Don’t tempt me with a good time. 

Your professor keeps you from responding immediately. “Five minutes,” she calls out. 

Your fingers tighten around your pencil. It wouldn’t be the first or last instance where academic integrity might be compromised because of the whole soulmate bond, but Mingyu is right. You can’t keep summoning him like your personal math genie. 

Fine, you concede. I’ll stop bothering you with my [math] problems. Nerd. 

Mingyu asked for it, so, really— he’s to blame for missing it. 

It’s an odd feeling, this restlessness that comes in the absence of your out-of-the-blue inquiries. The two of you still occasionally reach through the bond to exchange an amicable word or two, maybe recommend a song, but gone are the times you’d come running to him for help. 

He’s sitting in the library, his notebook opened to a half-finished proof. His pencil twirls idly between his fingers as he attempts to focus. Instead, his mind keeps drifting to what was once a daily occurrence. 

Panicked whispers of Mingyu, help. Last-minute pleas for salvation. Complaints about how math is ruining your life, how this would most definitely not be useful in the real world. 

(He would never admit it, but he had always liked when you tangented into the last one. It felt a bit like a betrayal to his field, the endearment he felt whenever you’d flood his mind with paragraph after paragraph cussing out Newton and Leibniz for inventing calculus.) 

With a sharp sigh, he stabs his pencil into the spiral binding of his notebook and leans back, rubbing a hand over his face. His fingers drum against the desk. His leg bounces. He debates reaching out first— just to check, just to make sure you haven’t actually given up on math altogether. But what would he even say?

Hey, fail another test yet? Are you alive, or did calculus finally take you out? I kind of miss you annoying me. Don’t let it go to your head.

No, no, and definitely not. 

He doesn’t even know you like that. You’re soulmates and that’s pretty much it. He’s lucky that you’ve been rather chill about the whole affair, not hurrying to meet him and lock him down like other soulmate horror stories he’s heard. 

He knows bits and pieces. Your major, your love for survival reality shows, your utter distaste for anything beyond multiplication. 

Mingyu mumbles something like “for fuck’s sake” to himself. He tries to refocus, and he manages to make it halfway into his homework when it comes. 

Mingyu. 

When you wanted to tell him something inconsequential, like The new Fantastic Four movie sucked or I’d kill for a slice of pizza right now, you went straight into it. You only ever ‘said’ his name when it was related to numbers. 

Took you long enough, he says, his lips twitching. 

Shut up. I was trying to figure it out on my own this time. 

And? 

Your brief moment of hesitation has Mingyu wondering if he’s too cruel. His mother had always advised him to be nice to his soulmate, to not overwhelm you, and he contemplates throwing in an apology. Before he can, though, you’re back in his head. 

I need you. 

Something in his chest tightens. He tells himself it’s just relief. 

(The truth of the matter is this: Mingyu liked being needed by you. He wasn’t sure yet why, but he did.) 

Yeah, yeah, he responds as he absentmindedly sketches a heart into the corner of his notebook. What’s the problem? 

You’re starting to think that a tutor might not be that bad of an idea. 

While Mingyu is always obliging, the guilt of relying on your connection was beginning to weigh on you. You scoured the university boards until you found a girl named Somi willing to meet with you twice a week, and it was going pretty well. 

Still— is it weird to admit that you kind of miss running to Mingyu? 

You try your darndest to keep those thoughts catalogued. A couple of your friends have talked about accidentally slipping some of their innermost thoughts to their soulmates, and God forbid Mingyu find out that you crave his dry wit. 

You can’t miss somebody you’ve never met. 

At least that’s what you keep telling yourself as you go to Mingyu less and less, instead filling in the gaps of your conversation with menial, everyday things. 

What coffee do you usually drink?, you ask him one afternoon. 

You’re in the world’s slowest-moving line, at the cafe you and Somi frequented for your tutoring sessions. Your phone is dead, you’ve analyzed the art on the walls at least seven different ways, and there’s no one around for you to talk to. Might as well abuse the soulmate connection. 

His response comes in by the time you’re nearly at the front of the line. Iced Americano, he responds. Why? 

No reason. 

“Next.” 

You offer a sympathetic smile to the dead-eyed barista at the counter. “Once large iced Americano, please,” you say. 

You go to stand off to the side. As you’re waiting for your order, Mingyu asks a question of his own. 

What about you? 

What about me? 

What’s your go-to order? 

You contemplate it for a moment. Salted caramel cream cold brew. 

The barista hands you your drink. A corner of your lip twitches upward as you accept it, Mingyu’s response coming in at the same time. 

That sounds obscene, he taunts. A toothache in the making. 

Hey. You’re mentally britsling, readying to defend your coffee of choice. I’ll have you know— 

“Oomf!” 

This was sometimes the problem about getting lost in your thoughts. You tend to get dragged out of the real world, stuck in your conversation. You exchange a quick apology with the person you bumped into, the tips of your ears flaming red. 

With your drink in hand, you make a beeline for the table that you and Somi always sit at. You’re distracted enough to forget that you were mid-‘conversation’ with Mingyu, and so you barely register that your usually punctual tutor has yet to arrive— or that someone else is coming up to your table once you’ve settled in. 

Later, you will get a text from Somi telling you something came up, but not to fret; she called in a friend to help. Someone who was more than willing to pick up Somi’s slack after joking that he’d already been doing it for the soon-to-be-love-of-his-life. 

Your gaze flicks up to the boy standing in front of you. 

‘Cute.’ ‘Cute.’ 

It’s a two-way record scratch. 

The stranger hovering by your table seems to freeze, too, and the pieces fall together in your head like a puzzle— no. It’s like when you squint at an abstract painting and the whole thing comes together.

You had said sorry earlier, hadn’t you? To the person you bumped into. He had apologized as well. 

Now, there was a voice to the words in your head. A face to the soulmate you’d been missing.

“Hey,” your soulmate says, he says out loud. 

He plops down into the seat across from you, trying and failing to fight off the biggest smile on his face. There’s no need to exchange introductions. He says your name, and it’s so much better than anything you could have ever imagined. 

When Mingyu sets down his drink, you actually laugh. 

It’s a salted caramel cream cold brew. 

[boorines]

heyy! Can you please do a bf!mingyu thoughts 💕💕

hi anon!! here u go, hope u like it! <3

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bf!mingyu who lets you use him as a human furnace. he’s quick to notice the way you sit crosslegged on the couch next to him, tucking your icy feet tight for warmth. he’ll tap your knee lightly, silently urging you to unravel your legs. before you know it, your feet are trapped between mingyu’s legs, gradually warming up, a large hand affectionately stroking your thigh. most mornings you’ll wake up to two strong arms wrapped around your waist, his warmth seeping into you. when you pull the blankets tighter around the both of you he throws a leg over yours, pulling you closer until you’re enveloped in him. “better?”, he’ll whisper into the crook of your neck.

bf!mingyu who can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when you’re engrossed in conversation with someone else for too long. a slight crease in his brow as he watches you laugh at jokes told by someone that isn’t him. he’ll slide next to you, not-so-discreetly intertwining his fingers with yours. the saccharine smile he’ll give to the person in front of you is only mildly threatening. mellows out a little when you introduce him as your boyfriend and openly return his affection. he can’t fight the urge to wrap an arm around your waist when he catches someone looking at you for a beat too long. he’ll have your hand in his all the time. he doesn’t care if it’s impractical to hold your hand while he’s driving, he’s doing it.

bf!gyu who wordlessly helps you even when you don’t ask for it. a gentle hand on the corner of the open kitchen cabinet in case you bump into it. buckling your seatbelt when you slide into the passenger seat. a warm meal on the table after you offhandedly mention being hungry. softly fixing a stray hair or smoothening your dress for you when you’re out with him. he’ll stop at nothing to make everything easier for you. and if you do ask for help? he’s dropping everything to give it to you. “gyu, can you get the laundry hamper so i can unload the dryer?”, he’s ready to unload it himself. he’s not taking no for an answer. need him to pick you up after a night out with your friends? he’s starting the car while still on the phone with you. he’ll help you freshen up and get into warm pajamas even if you tell him you’re fine doing it yourself. a soft smile from you in return is more than enough thanks.

bf!gyu who always feels your emotions with you. whether you want to vent about your heavy workload over cereal at 8am or giggle at the way he snores softly at night. he’s ready to soothe your worries when you’re stressed, encouragement and praise whispered against your hair. mingyu whose heart breaks at your worried eyes when you tend to his fever. he soaks up the way you smile when he wears the sweater you said you loved seeing on him. he revels in your excitement when you see a puppy across the street. mingyu who feels what you want when your light touches on his arm grow heavy and desperate. he feels the same urgency you do when he’s peppering kisses to your thighs, fingers coaxing whimpers from you he can feel deep in his own chest. mingyu who can feel every one of your shallow breaths and needy pleas as if they’re his own.

[lovingseventeen]

11:02 p.m - kim mingyu

a/n: kind of in my yearning hours mayhaps.. also the posting drought is over !

you came home after a long day, one of those days where you felt like you were on autopilot. the hours passed terribly slow but fast at the same time. it didn’t make sense but you were glad to be home.

you were glad to settle into bed after a simple dinner and you were glad that your boyfriend’s strong arms held you so lovingly. your head rested on his strong chest while your arm was draped across his middle.

his arm that was on the same side of you was folded so he could tangle his fingers in your hair, scrunching together here and there to soothe your scalp.

“you’re quieter than usual today” he notes.

you plant your chin on his chest to look at him.

“am i?”

another finger scrunch into your hair. “mhm, you’ve had a day, haven’t you?”

you sighed, laying your head back down, your ear was right on top of his heart so you could hear the steady rhythm of it. “i don’t even know how i got through it, but it was hard.”

his other arm comes to wrap around you, now tracing lines up and down your back. “but you did get through it, ‘cuz my baby is so tough.”

“the best part was coming home to you,” you replied, burying your face in his chest to inhale his scent.

“come here” he encouraged, pulling you up gently so your head could rest on his bicep instead. this way, he could look at your face better.

he pushed your hair back from your face and this gesture made you close your eyes in relaxation.

“let’s hope tomorrow’s better, hm?” he said, placing a kiss to your cheek. “don’t want my baby to have another hard day.”

you hummed in agreement, nuzzling even closer to him. “love you, you know.”

“of course i do.”

[hoshifighting]

https://youtube.com/shorts/5GoZEexDKZ8?si=HDxWqIKZfbyPMLoZ

I DIDNT MEAN TO LOOK WHEN MINGYU WAS DANCING BUT I DID AMD THE SIGHT THAT I SAW WITH THEM SWEATPANTS MA’AM COULD YOU PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING THAT HAS TO DO WOTH LIKE WAYCHING THEM DO THIS AMD YEAH OKAY SORRY FOR YELLING. I JUST YEAH OKAY LOVE YOU BYE

Mingyu in grey sweatpants!

YES MA'AM I CAN HSDJSHDSHDSHD LOVE YOU TOO! I'm the biggest fan of grey sweatpants btw 🙏

the practice room was filled with the rhythmic beats of music, punctuated by the occasional laughter and banter between the members. Mingyu and Chan had been recording the "Wait" challenge for hours now, their energy infectious as they danced and goofed around.

but amidst the chaos, you sat quietly in the corner of the room, your gaze fixated on Mingyu's figure clad in grey sweatpants. you couldn't tear your eyes away from the way the fabric hugged his thighs and accentuated every movement of his body.

as the hours passed and the room emptied out, leaving only you and Mingyu behind, you made no effort to hide the hunger in your eyes. you watched intently as he moved around the room, his cock subtly outlined by the fabric of his sweatpants.

when Dino finally left the room, leaving just the two of you alone, Mingyu couldn't help but notice the intensity of your gaze. with a smirk playing on his lips, he sauntered over to where you were sitting, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"you couldn't take your eyes off my cock, could you?" he teased, his voice low and husky as he leaned in close to you. he could see the desire burning in your eyes, and he reveled in the knowledge that he was the one driving you wild with lust.

you swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from him as he stood towering over you. "I-I couldn't help it," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "you just... looked so good in those sweatpants."

Mingyu chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "well, I'm glad you enjoyed the view," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "but now that we're alone, maybe I can give you an even better show."

with a mischievous grin, Mingyu lowered the waistband of his sweatpants, revealing his hard and sizable cock, which sprung eagerly from his boxers. you were already on your knees, your position betraying the eagerness with which you awaited his touch.

your lips wasted no time in enveloping the salty tip of his cock, sucking greedily as you worshipped him with your mouth. Mingyu threw his head back, a low groan escaping his lips as he surrendered to the pleasure of your talented mouth.

each suck and stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you, urging you to take him deeper. your eagerness only spurred him on, making his breath hitch.

you wasted no time in taking Mingyu's cock into your throat, your lips stretching to accommodate his impressive size. you knew that time was of the essence, the risk of being caught making your head spin.

Mingyu's senses were heightened, every sound and movement magnified as he remained on high alert for any sign of interruption.

"If you don't go faster, anyone can enter and see what a cock slut you are..."

[heennnngggggarae]

06.59 AM

You feel his arms around your waist before hearing him whine.

“Y/nieee,”

Chuckling to yourself, you take a peek at the man who’s clinging to you like a koala, whining again before burrowing deeper to your neck, his hair tickling your face in the process.

“What’s up?” you ask before putting down your pen to ruffle his hair.

“I miss you,” Mingyu said before straightening up, his face now beside yours as he tightens his hold.

“Gyu, I’ve been staying over for almost a week now, how can you even miss me?” you said as you turned around, now facing the pouting man.

“You left me alone in the bed, you meanie,” 

“I’m only gone for 5 minutes,”

“5 minutes too long!”

Chuckling again, you wrapped your arms around him before asking.

“Okay, so what do I have to do to be forgiven by Mr. Kim Mingyu?”

“Hmm, you need to give him a kiss,” Mingyu said, starting to grin.

“A kiss? I can do that,” You say as you stand on your tippy toes.

“Oh no, not just a kiss, but a day long kiss and cuddles because you left me alone for 5 minutes” He said, grinning showing his fangs.

“Geez, what a baby” you said as you press your lips to his, eager to fulfill his wants.

“Only yours, babe” He said between breaths.

[sluttyminghao]

thinking about mingyu and bdsm and how he'd be so shy about tying you up at first, his gentle fingers shaking slightly as he adjusts the ropes on your body, ensuring with you at least 10 times that you're not in pain and you're okay with this.

but the more time goes on, he gets more confident. cocky, even. he would make the ties as tight as he could (still without hurting you but has a confident aura) and would become so sure of his skills of fucking you and tying you up that it would become almost a daily thing

and he'd be so into the humiliation side of things too, calling you his slut/whore/bitch, making sure to keep you in your place while he fucks you until your brain seems to melt into a puddle. his aim is to make your legs shake, have your eyes roll back into your head and have you screaming his name so loud the neighbours hear.

[kpopimaginings]

In The Open - Mingyu

You were just about to head to bed when you heard someone at your door.

Pulling it open you were immediately engulfed in the embrace of your large, clingy boyfriend.

"I'm sorry," he muttered as he held you close, one hand cradling your head while the other pressed your body to his.

You couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped you. "Gyu..."

"Please don't leave me," he begged, the quiver in his voice letting you know he genuinely thought you might. "Please."

"Hey," you said, trying to pull back and look him in the eye, but his grip tightened. "Gyu, is this about those news reports?"

He nodded, before realising that you couldn't see it from your current position. Finally, he let you pull back, his hand still placed firmly on your waist. "Yeah," he admitted.

"Why would I leave you, pabo?" you asked, your smile evident in your tone.

"Because we hadn't planned for this to happen," he explained, referring to the Dispatch article outing your relationship before you were ready to go public.

"I know," you confirmed, "And it sucks that this is how the world found out. I'm sure your carats would have rather heard it from you when you were ready, but it's happened now."

"But all the extra attention, other people commenting and trying to get involved in our relationship-"

"Exactly," you cut him off. "OUR relationship. It's just ours and I'm not going to end it because of other people."

"Really?" he asked, a spark of hope in his eyes now.

"Really," you confirmed. "I think we might need to sit down with Hybe and work out what happens now, but I am definitely not leaving you. We'll work it out together."

Mingyu finally smiled, before cupping your face in his hands and pulling you into a passionate kiss. When he released you you had an equally large smile on your face.

"It's nice to know how much you want me around though," you teased lightly.

"Yeah, you're mine, and I don't plan on letting you go."

You happily leaned in to hug him again, your arms around his waist as you simply savoured his comforting presence.

NAVIGATION  |  SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

[gyuwoncheol]

Nothing

Pair: Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: fluff, birthday drabble!

Summary: “It’s your birthday, you can’t just do nothing.” -Kim Mingyu (2023.10.07)

WC: ~800

Author’s Note: completely self-indulgent fluff with my ult to celebrate another year round the shiny ☀️ (this isn’t proof read either).

“Are you sure you really don’t wanna do anything today?” Mingyu asked for the umpteenth time that morning, a pout on his face as he pulled you closer to his side of the bed and rested his chin on your shoulder

“Mhmm”

“Like sure, sure?”

You giggled at the persistence. Truth be told, he’s asked you this question since weeks ago. “Yeah, Gyu. I’m sure.”

“But why? It’s your birthday, you can’t just do nothing.”

“Yes, I can. If I wanna just lay here the whole day with you then I will.”

“But why?”

You giggled a bit more, he seriously sounded like one of those 5 year olds who just keep asking ‘why?’. You turned to your side to snuggle into him, one leg intertwining with his, “because… you’re just so nice… and soft.”

“I’m not soft!” He said in fake offense, “Have you felt these muscles?” Mingyu flexed everything he could manage to prove a point but it only made you break into fits of giggles.

“I know, love,” You replied after calming a bit more, pinching his cheeks while he made a face, “but you’re also still soft and squishy to me.”

“Okay okay…” he huffed, “but birthday plans, seriously? Just lay here?”

“Hmm… apart from a shower, some bathroom breaks, and meals? Sure, why not.” You shrugged.

Mingyu groaned at your answer, he just couldn’t believe you didn’t want to do anything on your birthday. If it were up to him, you would’ve been on your 4th activity by now. This isn’t to say Mingyu didn’t plan things for your birthday, he so did; from lunch with your family, a date to that gallery you’ve always wanted to go, a shopping spree in your favorite book store, and a dinner reservation with him in your fave restaurant, he had it all planned. Except you had kindly requested him to set them tomorrow, the day after your birthday. Today, you just wanted to relax and curl up against your boyfriend, and not be pressured about dressing up, and being on time to things, or entertaining guests at a birthday party.

“This is really killing you, huh?” You chuckled.

“Yes” was the clear answer he gave, “i just… i just don’t want you to look back on this birthday and think, ‘wow we did nothing,’ or feel like you wasted your day-“

“Hey, being with you on my birthday is the total opposite of wasting my day. After last year, this is honestly the best birthday gift I could have.”

Mingyu tried to recall what you meant by ‘last year,’ and then he remembered that last year, he wasn’t even with you on your special day. He was on tour, and he still remembers how you cried silently to him on the phone, frustrated about how you had to work on your birthday, stuck in the office for a full 12hours to prepare for a stupid presentation that no one really ever cared about. It finally clicked in his head, last year’s birthday was exhausting and lonely for you. Maybe this slow down was truly all you needed.

“Angel?” Mingyu asked after a few breaths as he lazily drew patterns on your back.

“Yeah?”

“Will you kill me if I ask you to watch me bake your birthday cake downstairs? Or can that still count as doing nothing?”

You looked up at the sheepish smile Mingyu was sporting, the crinkles in his eyes appearing when you craned your neck to kiss him. Though your boyfriend wasted no time to part your lips and bring you closer, everything about the kiss was soft and gentle. The kind that took your breath away but also made you feel like everything in the world was okay as long as you had him. Maybe it was the way your boyfriend just really wanted to make you feel loved and celebrated despite your lack of “excitement” or maybe it was the way Mingyu’s thumb softly carressed your cheek, but you definitely felt the butterflies in your stomach erupt and a happy sigh left your lips. When you broke apart for air, you could only match the wide grin on your boyfriend’s face.

He took your kiss as a yes of course, but he needed to scratch the itch in his brain, he needed to make sure you were ok with it, especially when he had already laid out all the ingredients on the countertop earlier and you definitely won’t miss it when you go down, not when he also had a huge buoquet of flowers and big shiny balloons displayed. “Sooo…?”

“Tell you what, I’ll even help you bake and it will still count as nothing.”

[myung-heee]

size kink — k.m

kinktober day #8 — mingyu x f!reader

"so pretty— so small," he moans as he thrusts harder from behind. you couldn't help but cry for the overwhelming feeling.

"mingyu!" a loud moan escaped from your mouth as he adjusted his position and began hitting the perfect spot, perfectly.

"f-fuck, i love you.. angel," he whispered to your ear as he bent you with himself.

you couldn't help but hold onto the wall as he was pushing himself harder and faster into you, you could feel your legs shake from the intensity

"so big—gyu!" you let out a strangled moan as you could feel your climax getting near. he chuckled as he places his hand on the back of your neck and stretches your pussy so good.

"i'm the only one who can—fuck!" he groans "tell me, baby, i'm the only one who can ruin you," he continues, you're so lost in pleasure that you just nod to whatever he was saying.

"come on.. tell me baby," he moans breathlessly.

you bit your lip as you felt your tears streaming down, "ah! fuck only you—only you, gyu.. you are the only one who can fuck me like this," you groan, your face touching the wall, your palms all sweaty, trying their best to hold onto the wall.

his hands travelled down to your clit and rubbed it, making you clench against his cock. "yeah? come on, baby.. cum for me." he bends you even more, arches your back as he holds your hair, and thrusts harshly.

a wave of orgasm crashed into your body as you came, and mingyu's big hands immediately held you for support. he then placed a soft kiss on your temple and carries you towards the bathroom.

[studioeisa]

hello im here for ur jealousy drabble game 😗

"maybe i have a crush on you. so what?" with 🥁🥁🥁.... Mingyu! (surprise surprise haahah)

ⵌ royalty!mingyu x royalty!reader. ⵌ word count: 998 ⵌ notes: alternate universe: royalty, mention of alcohol, teensyyy princess diaries mention. laughed at "... mingyu! (surprise surprise)". ilysb, maple. and since this was our last conversation, i offer you some royally down bad gyu! 🙂‍↔️

When you're the crowned prince, you tend to get everything that you want.

Mingyu doesn't even have to ask. Anything his heart might desire has been served to him on a silver platter insofar. That horse for his eighth birthday? That Mercedes-Benz CLK-GTR for when he started driving? You name it; Mingyu has it.

He tries not to let it get to his head. Really, he does. He has a reputation to uphold, after all. He refuses to be the future monarch that's seen as spoiled, that's viewed as a brat.

It's getting increasingly hard, though, as he watches you from across the ballroom.

Mingyu's fingers are tight around the stem of his champagne flute, almost to the point that the delicate glass might just break. There's somebody trying to talk to him— some sultan from Brunei— but Mingyu is only half listening to him. He knows he ought to pay more attention. It would certainly be the polite thing to do.

Instead, he's trying to catch your eye as you dance with Lee Seokmin of all people.

The thought of the smiley prince from some small country almost makes Mingyu scoff. Seokmin isn't even the heir to the throne! He's a goddamn second born!

… And yet, you're looking up at Seokmin like he hung up all the stars in the sky. Mingyu doesn't like it. Not one bit.

"I'm sorry," Mingyu says to the sultan, who had started ranting about oil reserves. "I fear that duty calls."

Duty calls is one way to put it, Mingyu thinks, as he strides off to where you're waltzing with Seokmin.

Mingyu clears his throat the moment that he reaches the two of you. Without missing a beat, Seokmin folds into a curtsy. You follow, albeit with a barely concealed roll of your eyes. If he was less on edge, Mingyu might have teased you for it.

"I was hoping I could get a dance," he says coolly.

"Of course, Your Highness," Seokmin answers.

Delicately, he passes your gloved hand over to Mingyu's grasp. Mingyu doesn't miss the flash of disappointment on your expression, and oh, does that make him want to scream.

He doesn't, of course. Not in this party of dozens of some of the most important world leaders and their children. Not when all eyes are on him, are on the two of you, as you stiffly place your arms around Mingyu's shoulders and he rests his palms over your waist.

For a moment, neither of you say anything. You simply fall into the practiced choreography of this familiar dance, this tried-and-tested charade. Back, forth. Back, forth.

Mingyu breaks the silence with, "So, how was hanging out with Prince Charming?"

He sounds a touch more scornful than intended. You pick up on it as you often do. "Prince Seokmin is fine," you answer cordially, carefully. "He's a delight to be around."

I noticed, Mingyu wants to say. You laugh so freely when you're with him. You never laugh like that when you're around me.

In the end, he only says, "I'm sure he is."

The song you're dancing to winds to a close. Your arms twitch around Mingyu like you might pull away, but— despite his better judgment— Mingyu's fingers tighten at your hips. "Indulge me for one more song," he says.

There's a ghost of a smile on your face. "Is that a command, Your Majesty?"

"Never." His answer is quick, thoughtless. "I— I would never command you to do anything."

You seem appeased at that. At the knowledge that Mingyu's question was more of a plea than anything. You relax in his hold, and some of the tension eases out of him as well. Another song strikes up. Your waltz continues.

Mingyu thinks it's going pretty well, that things are falling into place, until you decide to poke the bear.

"You seemed rather cross with Prince Seokmin back there," you muse. "Has he wronged you somehow?"

It's a good thing that Mingyu has spent much of his life in dance lessons. Otherwise, he might have stumbled over his feet. As it is, he manages to maneuver you past a dancing couple without breaking a sweat— even though a muscle in his jaw does jump at your brazenness.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he answers. "I was perfectly civil with the prince of middle-of-nowhere Genovia."

A decisively un-princess-like snort of laughter escapes you. Mingyu's heart— the bloody traitor!— skips a beat or two in his chest. He's dazed at the thought of making you laugh, even if it is at his own expense. The back-and-forth that ensues is dizzying, matching the quickening pace of your dance.

"You weren't civil, you were cold."

"Well, I don't owe the prince anything."

"I think you're jealous."

"Am not."

"I think you want me all for yourself."

"And what if I do?"

The words are out of Mingyu before he can reel them in. He doubles down as he spins you around, his words spoken in a rush. "Maybe I have a crush on you," he says. "So what?"

When you turn back to face Mingyu, your palm lands on his chest. His arm snakes around your waist, holding you in place, as the two of you try to catch your breaths after the whirlwind of a dance. You're staring up at him and he's terrified that you can feel the hammering underneath your palm.

There's only a hint of surprise on your features, but it's as gone as quick as it came. When you answer Mingyu's hasty confession, it's with the ice cold composure that you're infamous for.

"Well, I would hope so," you say. "We're getting married in a few months, aren't we?"

The reminder of the arrangement is like a bucket of water over Mingyu's head. He swallows around the lump in his throat before giving you a jerky nod.

"That's right." A beat. "So don't go dancing with any other princes aside from me, then."

୨ৎ * GAME, SET, PLAY ! ( JEALOUSY ) DRABBLE GAME.

[boorines]

sushi and soft kisses | kim mingyu

“so”, you hear from your spot behind the kitchen counter, “am i right in assuming you loved the lasagna?”

you breathe out a laugh while digging around for a pair of kitchen scissors. “yes, gyu, and i’ll say it only one more time. y’know, just in case the first 15 didn’t inflate your chef ego”. there’s only fondness in your words, you’d eat his lasagna and compliment it for the next 20 years, but he didn’t need to know that.

drawers and cabinets open and swing shut as you look for the small pair of scissors for your sealed packet of dried seaweed. you huff in defeat and walk over to mingyu’s place on the couch, wordlessly holding out the packet. he puffs out his chest in exaggeration, shoots you a dazzling smile and tears the plastic with ease. you go to pat his head in thanks before he catches it and leaves a feather-light kiss on the back of your palm. even after 3 years of compliments, touches and kisses you find yourself blushing at the action.

you walk back behind the kitchen counter, getting comfortable as you prepare for 20 minutes of wrapping tuna and rice balls in now ready-to-use seaweed. 2 minutes deep in your hard work you notice a pair of arms leaning against the counter. you look up and find yourself face to face with your boyfriend.

“hi”, you giggle.

“hi, chef”, he whispers back.

you pick up a wrapped rice ball and hold it against his lips, him opening his mouth in compliance. “good?”

“excellent”, he mumbles around a mouth full of rice and tuna. “maybe even better than my lasagna”.

you laugh with a roll of your eyes. “yeah yeah, mister world’s best lasagna”. you feel a bite being held up to your mouth and you accept being fed contentedly. you smile at him, all bright and inviting and he can’t help but melt. before you know it, there are arms around your waist and a kiss being pressed to your shoulder.

“i hope you’re okay with being called mrs world’s best lasagna by our friends for a long, long time”, he says and you short circuit. mingyu hasn’t been shying away from talks of becoming more and it never fails to make butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“oh, i could get used to it. especially if i get this treatment every time i cook”, you say coyly. this, mingyu takes as an invitation.

suddenly, you feel your feet lift off the ground as you’re carried to the couch, placed softly between the cushions. the seat dips beside you as mingyu drapes himself over your form, head nuzzling into your neck. you feel his warm breath on your skin as he sighs in content.

you swell with warmth as your hands tangle in his hair, subconsciously carding through his curls. “pretty boy, you forgot the sushi balls i spent ages making on the counter”, you punctuate your words with a kiss on his mess of hair.

he props his head up to look at you, “we’ll get to them later, i have something tastier with me”, he says with a smirk. you feel your stomach tighten at his words but you choose to hit him lightly on his arm instead. he laughs at your red cheeks and leans in to place a soft kiss on your mouth. you feel him smile on your lips when you kiss him back with added pressure.

“scandalous, gyu”, you whisper as you pull away to look at his face.

“mm, you don’t make it easy for me”.

you laugh and move your hands to his cheeks, cupping his face as you press a kiss to his nose. then one more to his lips.

he’s gone for you. your bright eyes looking at him say so much more than any words can. he doesn’t know what to do with himself but stare a little longer. he squeezes your waist when you whisper a quiet “yeah?”.

“nothing, i just love you”.

“i love you, too”, you smile, “what’s brought this on?”

“just love my pretty girl”, he says matter-of-factly.

your cheeks colour for maybe the 20th time today. and oh, does he notice.

“how about we have your sushi and finish with some… dessert”. you turn a deeper shade of pink and his lips quirk up when he feels your legs tighten around him. he pushes himself off the couch and gets ready to scoop you up into his arms. your hand wraps around his bicep.

“actually, let’s skip to dessert”.

—

ahhhhh this is my first work!! i really hope u enjoy it and i can’t wait to bring you more! requests are open!

[eightlightstar]

Fortune

word count: 800 (exactly) warnings: corny, extreme attempts to mention every single svt title track genre: fluff, drunken confession (but by seungkwan), getting-together

"Good fortune", answered Mingyu, as he looked directly into your eyes. You flushed a deep red and were about to divert the attention away from you when a loud groan startled you.

"Isn't this as good as a confession?" slurred Seungkwan, clearly drunk and filter-less.

"Seungkwan-ah, shut up!" hissed Jeonghan, but he wouldn't relent.

"Y/n, I need to get this off my chest today or my head will explode!" he screamed into your face.

"Wh-what is this about?" you asked hesitantly.

"Y/n don't believe a word he says," pleaded Mingyu and made sure to include those puppy eyes, which were always like a sucker-punch to your gut.

"He loves you Y/n! Mingyu fucking adores you! He thinks you're the prettiest person he's ever seen and the first time you approached him, he did a wholeass cheerleading routine while screaming how happy he was!! It was all very nice but after befriending you, he was like "My heart goes boomboom as soon as I lay my eyes on her oh my what do I do!!" And he said this every single day!

Mingyu had leaped across the table in an attempt to cover Seungkwan's mouth, but you were quicker in getting both yourself and Seungkwan out of the way just in time.

"Y/n??" Mingyu asked in disbelief as he dusted himself off and got up from the ground.

"Nooo! I wanna hear moree!" you squeaked and Seungkwan launched into yet another monologue.

"When he heard you had a boyfriend, we asked him to cry it out and forget about you, but he was like "I don't wanna cry and I don't want to forget her!".

Seokmin chimed in this time, "You might remember this. That time your boyfriend didn't come to watch your solo dance performance and you were sad? And Mingyu had clapped and screamed the loudest despite it being a little too silent in the auditorium?"

"Oh yeah! I thanked him but then he froze up and ran away! I wondered if he had a fear of talking to girls or something lol", you supplied.

"Y/n…", Mingyu whined and weakly hit your shoulder. You flashed him a smile and gestured to Seungkwan and Seokmin to continue.

"And then when he scored that home run during the finals, he kept looking left and right to see if you were in the stands and watching him. But to his shock and surprise, there you were on the ground, head cheerleader and cheering for him the loudest! Boy was ready to love you from that moment!" said Seokmin while patting Mingyu's head.

"Oh! I have a confession about this", you said shyly. "I actually applied to be a cheerleader to cheer for Mingyu from the field rather than from the bleachers. It was a stroke of luck that I became head cheerleader and got to go onto the field with Mingyu, the baseball captain" you said and covered your face with your hands.

"F*ck my life why didn't I know this?" shrieked your friend Jennifer from the corner.

"Anyway, after that, he wrote a song called "Rock With You" and sang it at the college festival where he was sure you understood that the song was definitely for you. Had you?", asked Seungkwan accusatorily.

"Of course I did! I didn't know he could write songs and stuff and he looked so hot with that electric guitar so yeah, I got it, thank you very much", you claimed haughtily.

Mingyu snickered and came closer to you and casually put a hand around your shoulder.

"Even I didn't know I could do that until I decided it was about my feelings for you and it just flowed from there. I should really thank the god of music for putting that song into my brain and composing the melody through me like a super maestro", Mingyu said to you as your friends made gagging noises.

"Anyway," tried saying Seungkwan, when Mingyu interrupted him.

"I'll take it from here thanks," he said and turned to you.

"I really do adore you as you must already know from these anecdotes. And I want to show you exactly how much because I think of you as my whole world. I want my days to begin with you and my nights to end with you. So, will you please do me the honour of becoming my girlfriend Y/n?"

"I feel the same about you Mingyu. And I don't think I can speak beautiful words like you do so I hope this is enough to convey what I have to say", you say and move to kiss him.

As he reciprocates your loving kiss with a fervour he had never felt before, Mingyu muses to himself, 'Now this is what I call good fortune'.

[hoshifighting]

wait but… mingyu mommy kink.

i think mingyu may have a deep-seated desire for nurturing and care, seeking a partner who can fulfill also a soft dom role for him. this could involve craving affectionate gestures, such as cuddling, gentle touches, and verbal reassurance.

in bed, he would love to call you mommy/mama, not only bc he think it's hot, but he loves the effect it causes on you.

mingyu might enjoy being tied up or restrained, feeling the thrill of being at your mercy and unable to move. also I feell like he loves impact play... 👀 being spanked, paddled, or whipped...

he enjoys being verbally dominated and degraded by you, finding arousal in being called names or being made to feel submissive. mainly when he knows that he hasn't been a good boy.

finds arousal in being instructed or commanded by you, such as being told what to do, how to move, or how to please you. also hearing descriptive language that heightens his sensory experience yk? such as descriptions of how he feels, how he looks, or how your touch affects him.

MINGYU ALSO LOVES aftercare. cuddling and physical affection as part of his aftercare routine, finding comfort in the warmth and closeness w you, he also appreciate gentle reassurance and affirmation from you, helping him to feel safe and loved after moments of vulnerability during play.

additionally, mingyu enjoys activities that help him relax and unwind after play, such as taking a warm bath together, sharing a meal, or engaging in calming activities like massage... 🥴

[eternallytxt]

have you ever met someone who reminds you of the sun? full of warmth, and light. any clouds that hover around you instantly float away whenever you see them. 

that is kim mingyu.

every day you got to see mingyu was a day that could never be spoiled. one look in his general direction, one glimpse of that radiant smile filled you with a feeling of fullness in your heart that the most expensive chocolate bar couldn’t even begin to make you feel. spotting him in the campus dining hall, cheeks packed full of rice like a hamster storing food. seeing him under the large oak tree with his group of friends, a smile gracing his perfect face and his laughter ringing in the distance like the magical sound of a bell. the way his lips would pull in a soft, thoughtful pout as he concentrated so deeply on the problems in his calculus for the modern colligate textbook. 

it’s the way he meets your eyes from far away. a glimmer in his eyes twinkling like starlight. a grin splits his face, revealing his kitten-like fangs. it’s the way he bounds over like a puppy happy his owner is home. his arms pull you in, and he smells like vanilla, spice, and a warm summer day. it's the way his heartbeat immediately syncs with your own. it’s the way he gently grabs your hand, and it fits perfectly like a missing puzzle piece. he slows his steps so that you can keep up with his long gait. his voice rumbles deeply as he asks about your day. you feel him squeeze your hand thrice, then look up to see that shining smile again. just in case you didn’t get it, he still pushes the words past his lips. but you understood. he always makes you feel it without needing to tell you.

this kind of person who has all of those things — the tinkling laugh, the dazzling smile, a presence that makes you feel the safest you ever will in your whole life.

this kind of person, the kind of person kim mingyu is, is a person who makes every day feel like you could reach out and touch the sun. and he was all yours.

your own personal sun on earth.