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Smut Shots: Kitten | NSFW

Pairing: Johnny Suh of NCT x Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Word Count: 3,354 Genre: little slice of life-ish, one shot, drabble, smut, PWP. Warnings:  loosely in the idol AU, Johnny mentions being a performer, home on break, childhood friends, first time hook up, cursing.

Sexually Explicit Content: oral (male receiving), kissing, nipple stim, clit stim, sexual intercourse (penis in vagina), no condom, multiple orgasms (reader), Johnny kind of edges himself, choking (both parties), slight dirty talk, nothing too crazy, squirting.

Summary: Johnny is a childhood friend that sometimes crashes at your downtown apartment when he is in town and goes out drinking with friends. Because your place is quiet and you don’t crowd him, and you always have a magical touch that puts him right to sleep.

🗝️ Note: Hi! I am finally clearing out my WIPs, this is the first in a series of smut one shots, blatantly (uncreatively) titled; Smut Shots. Mostly PWP, or the barest of plots for when you just need a literary quickie. Brace yourselves, there is quite the backstock on these, that I just didn't know what to do with for the last two years. Per usual, no beta reader on this, its a drabble so anticipate minor grammatical and spelling errors. Let me know if there is anything egregious.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted in this story. 

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Johnny wanders out of your guest room and office combination that he had practically crawled into at three in the morning.

You watch him from your peripheral as you continue to quietly food prep for the upcoming work week.

“Can you come take a nap with me?”

“What?”

You push a laugh through your nose, glancing in his direction.

Johnny groans, shuffling closer to tug you by the ditch of your elbow, “please I can’t fall back asleep, just come stroke my hair?”

“Johnny, I thought you slept over here to be left alone.”

You seal the lid to the chicken salad and set the utensils in your sink to wash your hands.

“Just- please, it’s strange…being without any of the members for the past week.”

Johnny peeks at you from under his lashes, his face lighting up when he sees you dry your hands and walk towards him.

“Okay. Okay, let's go kitten.”

Johnny’s grin unfurls, wide and dimpled at the pet name. The two of you shuffle off to climb into your guest bed together, Johnny slipping under the tousled blankets with his back to the daybed headboard and you sliding in to face him. Plotting to leave once he had fallen soundly asleep.

“I just need-” Johnny grunts, tugging you effortlessly against his body.

You don’t have time to stifle your surprised gasp at his display of strength before he is slipping a knee between yours. Your hand thuds against his stomach as he locks you against him.

“God why is your stomach so hard,” you rap your knuckles against it again.

“They’re called abs,” Johnny grumbles in his somnolent stage.

Curious, your fingers slip under the hem of his shirt and Johnny’s body jerks.

“Hey be careful,” he grunts, hips tucking back against the headboard and safely away from your wandering hands.

Johnny's eyebrows furrow at you before his eye lids shutter and the stress melts from his face. You tease the plain between his hips, nails scraping at the shaved skin before stealthily creeping up his shirt to pinch a nipple.

“Why? Does it turn you on?” You shoot him a teasing smile that he can’t see.

“Yes,” Johnny huffs, squeezing you to his chest to render you immobile.

Trapping your hand inside his shirt briefly, before he tugs it out by your wrist and places it on the side of his face. His eyes remain shut the entire time, not burdened by your mild attempt at teasing him.

“Now be a good friend and rub my head.”

“Yes, kitten.”

He hums at the nickname, something akin to a human purr. The two of you drift off to sleep, lulled by the repetitions of your nails scraping through his silky hair.

You wake an hour later, hot, uncomfortably so and trapped in the cage of Johnny’s arms. Somehow you were now the one with your back to the headboard of the daybed. Your only way to escape the sweltering heat is to climb over your small giant of a friend.

Carefully, in an attempt not to wake an exhausted Johnny, you untuck yourself from the blankets. Sighing in relief as the wave of cool air that hits, but it’s not enough. This man is a life size, portable radiator.

Your thigh is already resting atop his hip, so all you have to do is release yourself from the human straight jacket. You manage to unlock his top arm and slip under it with moderate ease. Triumphantly you carefully climb above Johnny’s hip, foot dangling off the bed, toes flexing in search of the floor when the world tilts.

Johnny is on his back briefly, hands finding your hips with shocking speed, holding you to his pelvis before rolling you back under him with a drowsy grunt.

You’re pinned, thighs open wide to him. Johnny ruts into you, half mass erection hitting right at your clothed clit. The moan you let out hits him like a bucket of cold water and alarms yourself. His eyes blinking open rapidly as he tries to understand the situation.

“I-I was just trying to get out of the bed, it’s too hot” you gasp out, Johnny's weight still pinning you down, unhelpful to either of you as you squirm.

He huffs sleepily and rolls off onto his back, throwing a hand over his eyes

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok, you were asleep.”

You tug his elbow and he peeks at you from under his arm and gives a nod of agreement, ears still red with embarrassment and you give it a gentle tug.

Your other hand rubs his stomach, “are you gonna be ok?”

“If you stop touching me I will be.”

You laugh, “my touch never affected you before!”

You tease the trim of his pants, his hand chases yours and snatches your wrist to tug you down over his chest.

“Why are you being so bratty today?”

Johnny's lidded gaze meets yours. You lick your lips, eyes on his and slip your knee over to straddle him. Johnny's hands glide automatically to the small of your back.

“What? Are you doi-are you sure?”

Johnny bites back a moan when you press yourself into his lap in answer, ass rubbing against his growing girth.

“I think you could use a little head. Let me take your mind off of worrying about someone else’s needs for once,” you hum rolling your hips against his.

“Fuck,” Johnnys eyes pinch together and his hips rise against your motions, “I wasn’t-this wasn’t why I asked you to come nap.”

“Shhh, I know. Do you want me to continue?”

His eager nod has you both smiling goofily. You shuffle down his thighs and Johnny sits up on his elbows watching you tug his shorts and boxers down to his ankles in one go.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he groans as his cock springs free.

“It’s just a little blowjob, kitten.”

Johnny grunts as your hands wrap around his member.

“Please don’t say little when you’re holding my dick.”

“Mmm” you hum, sucking the tip right into your mouth without any preamble.

“Shit,” Johnny's hips straighten as you lick down his shaft.

You moan appreciatively at the weight of him on your tongue, overfilling your mouth and suck on him, hard. Johnny let’s put a strangled noise and his hands that had been embedded in the blanket finally touch you. Stroking your cheek and jaw before tangling in your hair.

Satisfied with the affection, you start to draw him in and out of your mouth, alternating between strokes of your tongue and sucking with hollowed cheeks.

Testing different techniques based on Johnny's reactions. How his legs stiffen under you when your teeth lightly tug at the crest of his fat tip. The raw moan he releases anytime he feels the smooth underside of your tongue roll against the thick vein in the middle of his cock

“Oh, just like that, please-please don’t stop” his hips rock up into your mouth unable to restrain himself any longer.

You brace your hands on the bed beside his hips and let him control the thrust. He doesn’t slap into you like other men have. His rutting is slow, thumb reaching down to stroke the corner of your mouth as it strains around his broad base. Lidded eyes watching you when you chance a glance at him.

“Can I fuck you?”

You look up at your friend, his pupils have engulfed his irises. Hips stilling as he waits for your answer.

You finally remove your mouth from his swollen cock, and his hands are tugging you up his body and clutching your face for a kiss at this first nod.Panting into your mouth as his fingers slide into your sweats.

“Where are your panties?” Johnny breathes between kisses.

“I never wear them when I’m at home.”

You and Johnny moan in unison. Johnny at your confession and you as his fingers dive into your folds.

“Shit, you’re so wet.”

Johnny nips your lip before flipping you over. Kicking the rest of the way out of his shorts and tossing off his shirt before helping you rid yourself of your clothing.

“I might not last the first time but I’ll make it up to you.”

“Don’t worry about me, you need this,” you pull him back to you.

Biting back a moan at the feel of his hot thighs pinning yours open. Johnny rests his head on your collarbone while he drags himself through your drenched folds. Each time he bumps your clit with his swollen tip you clench around nothing.

“Johnny-" you start, breaking into a gasp as he enters you. Knowing what you wanted.

“Shit,” the two of you hiss in unison.

Johnny wastes no time filling you right up, spearing you open with deep thrusts.

“Knew you’d be the tight,” Johnny rolls into you, reangling slightly until he slides home, “barely fucking fit.”

And he’s right, he's tucked so snug inside your all too eager cunt that your body is shaking. You’re already so close to coming, just from the stretch he’s providing alone.

“Shhh, stop talking.”

Rubbing your hips ever so slightly against his, Johnny laughs and you groan as you feel the vibrations echo throughout your entire body.

“Typical- you can dish it out but you can’t take it,” Johnny grunts as presses his torso into yours, heat radiating off of him.

“I’m kinda taking a lot right now,” you glare at him as your body shudders when his stroke purposefully picks up.

“Yea?”

Johnny's lips brush yours and you respond with a kiss. Fingers tugging into his silky strands, he stutters a little gasp and you take advantage. Gliding your tongue along his.

“Mmph,” Johnny rolls deep into you with a slow drag out.

Kissing his way across your cheek to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

“Oh?” You moan in question as he repeats the slow motion, long, stiff strokes into your pussy, that have your nails digging into the muscles of his back.

“Shit Johnny, how have we never done this?”

Your nipples are painfully erect, chafing against the toned ridges of his chest.

“‘M don’t know” he huffs, placing an open mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin of your throat.

His hands drifting down to press your legs open by the back of your thighs, allowing him to sink impossibly deeper into your insides.

You comb the hair back from his face, “ahh just like that.”

Your body tightens when he presses into you, picking up speed, his pelvis rubbing against your swollen clit and stretching your sensitive entrance over his width. Johnny lifts his head finally and you cup his jaw, your labored breaths mingling as you stare at each other.

“Is this weird?” Johnny grunts, hips still gyrating, brows raising.

“You-euhh, it’s a little late for that kitten.”

You pant, locking your legs above his ass, in fear he’s going to pull out and leave you clenching for more. Your heel bumps against the divide of his cheeks as his rutting picks up.

“Fuck it, you’re right. I’m going to enjoy you then.”

Johnny’s head ducks and moans at the sight of your connecting bodies, before his lips suction to your breast and you arch off the bed into him.

“Johnny!” You cry in surprise.

His hips slow, still rocking in and out but to an almost non existent speed. His other hand takes over massaging the first breast as his tongue lulls around the other nipple

Your only response is a pant, your mind blown from watching your friend devour you so intimately. Johnny's eyes lift at your lack of response and you clench him internally at the sight. He releases your breast with a garbled moan, pelvis meeting yours with a deep slap.

“Can you just let me enjoy myself?” Johnny huffs, sitting up and quickening his hips.

Both hands squeezing your breasts as he drags his cock out of your walls with controlled plunges. You press your head back into the bed. Baring your neck to him, gasping, hands fisting the duvet.

Johnny rolls each nipple between his thumb and forefinger and by the fifth roll your internal dam bursts and your spine sends you off the mattress clinging to Johnny as you squirt all over his lower abdomen.

“Shit did you just-“ Johnny breaks off into a groan, hips slowing to coast you through your first orgasm.

Large hands grasping your hips and pressing into the sensitive part of your stomach. He kisses your temple and you tilt your head back to seek his lips. Johnny greets you eagerly, mouth suctioning to yours as his hips still, dick pulsing inside you.

“Are you ok? Do I need to stop?”

You lift your head back to meet his gaze, “no, please, I want you to come too.”

Johnny gives you a surprising smile, and you’re reminded that this is the same man that puts others' needs before himself. You peck his lips.

“Can we change positions?”

Johnny's hands glide down your back from where he was holding you against him, “yea yea of course.”

Johnny makes sure you’re stable before pulling out of you with a low groan. Your release is coating him.

“You’re messy,” Johnny teases, staring pointedly at the droplets under his belly button.

You slap his chest, heat now flaming your ears as he laughs deep, familiar and fond.

“I can’t help it, it’s been too long for me.”

“How long?”

You roll over onto your knees looking demurely over your shoulder at him, ignoring his question, “be as rough as you want in this position, without the clit contact I last longer.”

Johnny gapes at you and you huff a laugh when his cock jerks in the silence.

“Come on kitten,” you lean your chest into the pillow, arching your back and lifting your ass to entice Johnny back to you.

His hands are shaking when they make contact with your hips.

“Don’t be scared, it’s just a little pus-sy,” you stutter the last word as he thrusts forcefully into you.

Johnny is chuckling at the raw borderline pornographic “hngh” sound you make when he rolls his hips into you.

“Little is right, still can’t get over how tight you are, you’re going to feel me tomorrow.”

You moan, knowing he’s right and you clench around him at the thought. Johnny hisses, spreading your left cheek to get deep, thumb pressing teasingly against your other hole.

“Ahh that's it,” he moans hips starting to really stroke, you huff into the pillow reaching back to spread yourself more.

“Don’t worry I got it,” Johnny grunts, hips grinding into your ass in tight circles.

You bury your face into the pillow, biting it at the sensation, body pulsating from his touch.

“You know you basically told me that felt good” he does it again, really emphasizing the circling of his hips.

“Clenched me so hard,” Johnny moans loudly.

Driving his hips quickly a few times, “come as much as you want, I can last a while.”

Johnny taunts and you do, your body jerking as another orgasm tumbles over you. You press your thighs together but it is not enough, so you lock your ankles to make it end faster. He grunts as the tightening of your body clutches his.

“Shit, why is your endurance so good?”

You would have collapsed onto the bed if Johnny didn’t have his arm wrapped across the front of your hips.

He laughs raggedly, “performer remember?”

“Oh yea-ahhh,” you sigh when you feel him slip out of you, your combined arousals dripping around your entrance.

“Don’t worry that last orgasm got me good, I think I’m close, you have one more in you?”

You sit up at that, turning in his arms to kiss him, “I want you to come, kitten.”

He groans and tugs you up against him to deepen the kiss, your legs slotting around the outside of his and you reach down to notch him back inside your swollen cunt.

The two of you stare at each other as you start to bounce on his thighs. Johnny’s hands clench your hips tightly as his calves tense under his thighs. You bite your lip as heat starts to flame up your body again, the change of position has Johnny rubbing against the front wall of your glory spot.

“Sorry, I might squirt again,” you pant as Johnny trembles against you, body tensed with control.

“Don't be sorry, it’s hot. Fuck, I’m close.”

“I know,” you moan, his erection impossibly hard stabbing into your most sensitive places on every bounce.

Johnny lifts you into his lap suddenly, filling you up quickly, breath stealingly. As everything falls apart, you thrust erratically against him as he clutches you. His panting and groaning intermingled with your name.

“Fuck fuck!”

He tips you back again and your hands grasp for something to hold on to as Johnny pistons into you in return, finally clutching at his neck.

“So close, keep going,” Johnny growls.

His hand grasps your throat in return and you cry out as your body shakes through the beginnings of your third orgasm.

“Yea?” Johnny tightens his fingers, “that’s how you feel on my dick right now, milking me with that wet pussy.”

“Johnny!”

You gush around him, cloudy and slick.

“Shittt,” he groans looking at your joined parts “Really has been a while for you, you’ve come so hard.”

Johnny taunts, his lips parting as he begins to fall apart with you. Drilling into your seizing core with loud, lewd slaps you had never thought you’d hear from your childhood friend. Fucking you raw, into next week, literally.

He pins you to the bed by your throat, chasing his release your thighs squeezing his hips as your orgasm keeps rolling. Your eyes locked on his rippling abdomen, sheening with sweat and flushed with effort. You don’t bother to swallow down the whine that leaves your throat, Johnny groans your name in return squeezing your neck as his lips crush yours. His hips falling out of pattern as he starts to climax. He moves to pull back but you dig your nails into his shoulders and lock your ankles around his lower back.

Johnny lets out a defeated whimper as he pushes his release into you, fingers twisting in your hair as you meet his thrusts. Having quietly edged himself this entire time until you'd accidentally uncovered he's weakness, choking. Your bodies move in tandem until you still as the echoes of your orgasm sends your body into uncontrollable shaking.

Johnny lifts his head kissing across your cheek before stealing your breath with a deep kiss and sneaking a hand between your bodies to stroke your swollen clit.

You cry out nails biting into his bicep, eyes wide as you meet his gaze.

“You said you’d squirt again…” he teases

Your teeth clench, head tossing back and neck baring to him as your cunt clamps down on his cock.

“Johnny,” you beg.

He lets out a strained breath as you clutch him internally, “come on.”

His lips, tongue and teeth tracing the path on your throat where his hands had previously been. Your feet press against the sheets, toes curling as the pressure builds, holding your breath.

“Look at me.”

You blink at him, inhaling deeply through your nose and biting into your bottom lip.

“Breathe.”

Your release of air comes out in a whine.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you squirt again, all over his pelvis.

Johnny licks his lips, “found my new favorite button of yours.”

Your body sags into the damp sheets, “who said you’d get to touch it again?”

Johnny laughs deep and tender, as he kisses you softly, big plush presses of his lips up your neck to your mouth.

"Because I'm a good kitten and you can't help but reward me."

You groan, fingers combing though his hair and tugging his lips to yours. Knowing he is right and honestly hoping his visits will bring more Sunday's like this.

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Smut Shots: Kitten | NSFW

Pairing: Johnny Suh of NCT x Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Word Count: 3,354 Genre: little slice of life-ish, one shot, drabble, smut, PWP. Warnings:  loosely in the idol AU, Johnny mentions being a performer, home on break, childhood friends, first time hook up, cursing.

Sexually Explicit Content: oral (male receiving), kissing, nipple stim, clit stim, sexual intercourse (penis in vagina), no condom, multiple orgasms (reader), Johnny kind of edges himself, choking (both parties), slight dirty talk, nothing too crazy, squirting.

Summary: Johnny is a childhood friend that sometimes crashes at your downtown apartment when he is in town and goes out drinking with friends. Because your place is quiet and you don’t crowd him, and you always have a magical touch that puts him right to sleep.

🗝️ Note: Hi! I am finally clearing out my WIPs, this is the first in a series of smut one shots, blatantly (uncreatively) titled; Smut Shots. Mostly PWP, or the barest of plots for when you just need a literary quickie. Brace yourselves, there is quite the backstock on these, that I just didn't know what to do with for the last two years. Per usual, no beta reader on this, its a drabble so anticipate minor grammatical and spelling errors. Let me know if there is anything egregious.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted in this story. 

Read it on Ao3!

Johnny wanders out of your guest room and office combination that he had practically crawled into at three in the morning.

You watch him from your peripheral as you continue to quietly food prep for the upcoming work week.

“Can you come take a nap with me?”

“What?”

You push a laugh through your nose, glancing in his direction.

Johnny groans, shuffling closer to tug you by the ditch of your elbow, “please I can’t fall back asleep, just come stroke my hair?”

“Johnny, I thought you slept over here to be left alone.”

You seal the lid to the chicken salad and set the utensils in your sink to wash your hands.

“Just- please, it’s strange…being without any of the members for the past week.”

Johnny peeks at you from under his lashes, his face lighting up when he sees you dry your hands and walk towards him.

“Okay. Okay, let's go kitten.”

Johnny’s grin unfurls, wide and dimpled at the pet name. The two of you shuffle off to climb into your guest bed together, Johnny slipping under the tousled blankets with his back to the daybed headboard and you sliding in to face him. Plotting to leave once he had fallen soundly asleep.

“I just need-” Johnny grunts, tugging you effortlessly against his body.

You don’t have time to stifle your surprised gasp at his display of strength before he is slipping a knee between yours. Your hand thuds against his stomach as he locks you against him.

“God why is your stomach so hard,” you rap your knuckles against it again.

“They’re called abs,” Johnny grumbles in his somnolent stage.

Curious, your fingers slip under the hem of his shirt and Johnny’s body jerks.

“Hey be careful,” he grunts, hips tucking back against the headboard and safely away from your wandering hands.

Johnny's eyebrows furrow at you before his eye lids shutter and the stress melts from his face. You tease the plain between his hips, nails scraping at the shaved skin before stealthily creeping up his shirt to pinch a nipple.

“Why? Does it turn you on?” You shoot him a teasing smile that he can’t see.

“Yes,” Johnny huffs, squeezing you to his chest to render you immobile.

Trapping your hand inside his shirt briefly, before he tugs it out by your wrist and places it on the side of his face. His eyes remain shut the entire time, not burdened by your mild attempt at teasing him.

“Now be a good friend and rub my head.”

“Yes, kitten.”

He hums at the nickname, something akin to a human purr. The two of you drift off to sleep, lulled by the repetitions of your nails scraping through his silky hair.

You wake an hour later, hot, uncomfortably so and trapped in the cage of Johnny’s arms. Somehow you were now the one with your back to the headboard of the daybed. Your only way to escape the sweltering heat is to climb over your small giant of a friend.

Carefully, in an attempt not to wake an exhausted Johnny, you untuck yourself from the blankets. Sighing in relief as the wave of cool air that hits, but it’s not enough. This man is a life size, portable radiator.

Your thigh is already resting atop his hip, so all you have to do is release yourself from the human straight jacket. You manage to unlock his top arm and slip under it with moderate ease. Triumphantly you carefully climb above Johnny’s hip, foot dangling off the bed, toes flexing in search of the floor when the world tilts.

Johnny is on his back briefly, hands finding your hips with shocking speed, holding you to his pelvis before rolling you back under him with a drowsy grunt.

You’re pinned, thighs open wide to him. Johnny ruts into you, half mass erection hitting right at your clothed clit. The moan you let out hits him like a bucket of cold water and alarms yourself. His eyes blinking open rapidly as he tries to understand the situation.

“I-I was just trying to get out of the bed, it’s too hot” you gasp out, Johnny's weight still pinning you down, unhelpful to either of you as you squirm.

He huffs sleepily and rolls off onto his back, throwing a hand over his eyes

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok, you were asleep.”

You tug his elbow and he peeks at you from under his arm and gives a nod of agreement, ears still red with embarrassment and you give it a gentle tug.

Your other hand rubs his stomach, “are you gonna be ok?”

“If you stop touching me I will be.”

You laugh, “my touch never affected you before!”

You tease the trim of his pants, his hand chases yours and snatches your wrist to tug you down over his chest.

“Why are you being so bratty today?”

Johnny's lidded gaze meets yours. You lick your lips, eyes on his and slip your knee over to straddle him. Johnny's hands glide automatically to the small of your back.

“What? Are you doi-are you sure?”

Johnny bites back a moan when you press yourself into his lap in answer, ass rubbing against his growing girth.

“I think you could use a little head. Let me take your mind off of worrying about someone else’s needs for once,” you hum rolling your hips against his.

“Fuck,” Johnnys eyes pinch together and his hips rise against your motions, “I wasn’t-this wasn’t why I asked you to come nap.”

“Shhh, I know. Do you want me to continue?”

His eager nod has you both smiling goofily. You shuffle down his thighs and Johnny sits up on his elbows watching you tug his shorts and boxers down to his ankles in one go.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he groans as his cock springs free.

“It’s just a little blowjob, kitten.”

Johnny grunts as your hands wrap around his member.

“Please don’t say little when you’re holding my dick.”

“Mmm” you hum, sucking the tip right into your mouth without any preamble.

“Shit,” Johnny's hips straighten as you lick down his shaft.

You moan appreciatively at the weight of him on your tongue, overfilling your mouth and suck on him, hard. Johnny let’s put a strangled noise and his hands that had been embedded in the blanket finally touch you. Stroking your cheek and jaw before tangling in your hair.

Satisfied with the affection, you start to draw him in and out of your mouth, alternating between strokes of your tongue and sucking with hollowed cheeks.

Testing different techniques based on Johnny's reactions. How his legs stiffen under you when your teeth lightly tug at the crest of his fat tip. The raw moan he releases anytime he feels the smooth underside of your tongue roll against the thick vein in the middle of his cock

“Oh, just like that, please-please don’t stop” his hips rock up into your mouth unable to restrain himself any longer.

You brace your hands on the bed beside his hips and let him control the thrust. He doesn’t slap into you like other men have. His rutting is slow, thumb reaching down to stroke the corner of your mouth as it strains around his broad base. Lidded eyes watching you when you chance a glance at him.

“Can I fuck you?”

You look up at your friend, his pupils have engulfed his irises. Hips stilling as he waits for your answer.

You finally remove your mouth from his swollen cock, and his hands are tugging you up his body and clutching your face for a kiss at this first nod.Panting into your mouth as his fingers slide into your sweats.

“Where are your panties?” Johnny breathes between kisses.

“I never wear them when I’m at home.”

You and Johnny moan in unison. Johnny at your confession and you as his fingers dive into your folds.

“Shit, you’re so wet.”

Johnny nips your lip before flipping you over. Kicking the rest of the way out of his shorts and tossing off his shirt before helping you rid yourself of your clothing.

“I might not last the first time but I’ll make it up to you.”

“Don’t worry about me, you need this,” you pull him back to you.

Biting back a moan at the feel of his hot thighs pinning yours open. Johnny rests his head on your collarbone while he drags himself through your drenched folds. Each time he bumps your clit with his swollen tip you clench around nothing.

“Johnny-" you start, breaking into a gasp as he enters you. Knowing what you wanted.

“Shit,” the two of you hiss in unison.

Johnny wastes no time filling you right up, spearing you open with deep thrusts.

“Knew you’d be the tight,” Johnny rolls into you, reangling slightly until he slides home, “barely fucking fit.”

And he’s right, he's tucked so snug inside your all too eager cunt that your body is shaking. You’re already so close to coming, just from the stretch he’s providing alone.

“Shhh, stop talking.”

Rubbing your hips ever so slightly against his, Johnny laughs and you groan as you feel the vibrations echo throughout your entire body.

“Typical- you can dish it out but you can’t take it,” Johnny grunts as presses his torso into yours, heat radiating off of him.

“I’m kinda taking a lot right now,” you glare at him as your body shudders when his stroke purposefully picks up.

“Yea?”

Johnny's lips brush yours and you respond with a kiss. Fingers tugging into his silky strands, he stutters a little gasp and you take advantage. Gliding your tongue along his.

“Mmph,” Johnny rolls deep into you with a slow drag out.

Kissing his way across your cheek to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

“Oh?” You moan in question as he repeats the slow motion, long, stiff strokes into your pussy, that have your nails digging into the muscles of his back.

“Shit Johnny, how have we never done this?”

Your nipples are painfully erect, chafing against the toned ridges of his chest.

“‘M don’t know” he huffs, placing an open mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin of your throat.

His hands drifting down to press your legs open by the back of your thighs, allowing him to sink impossibly deeper into your insides.

You comb the hair back from his face, “ahh just like that.”

Your body tightens when he presses into you, picking up speed, his pelvis rubbing against your swollen clit and stretching your sensitive entrance over his width. Johnny lifts his head finally and you cup his jaw, your labored breaths mingling as you stare at each other.

“Is this weird?” Johnny grunts, hips still gyrating, brows raising.

“You-euhh, it’s a little late for that kitten.”

You pant, locking your legs above his ass, in fear he’s going to pull out and leave you clenching for more. Your heel bumps against the divide of his cheeks as his rutting picks up.

“Fuck it, you’re right. I’m going to enjoy you then.”

Johnny’s head ducks and moans at the sight of your connecting bodies, before his lips suction to your breast and you arch off the bed into him.

“Johnny!” You cry in surprise.

His hips slow, still rocking in and out but to an almost non existent speed. His other hand takes over massaging the first breast as his tongue lulls around the other nipple

Your only response is a pant, your mind blown from watching your friend devour you so intimately. Johnny's eyes lift at your lack of response and you clench him internally at the sight. He releases your breast with a garbled moan, pelvis meeting yours with a deep slap.

“Can you just let me enjoy myself?” Johnny huffs, sitting up and quickening his hips.

Both hands squeezing your breasts as he drags his cock out of your walls with controlled plunges. You press your head back into the bed. Baring your neck to him, gasping, hands fisting the duvet.

Johnny rolls each nipple between his thumb and forefinger and by the fifth roll your internal dam bursts and your spine sends you off the mattress clinging to Johnny as you squirt all over his lower abdomen.

“Shit did you just-“ Johnny breaks off into a groan, hips slowing to coast you through your first orgasm.

Large hands grasping your hips and pressing into the sensitive part of your stomach. He kisses your temple and you tilt your head back to seek his lips. Johnny greets you eagerly, mouth suctioning to yours as his hips still, dick pulsing inside you.

“Are you ok? Do I need to stop?”

You lift your head back to meet his gaze, “no, please, I want you to come too.”

Johnny gives you a surprising smile, and you’re reminded that this is the same man that puts others' needs before himself. You peck his lips.

“Can we change positions?”

Johnny's hands glide down your back from where he was holding you against him, “yea yea of course.”

Johnny makes sure you’re stable before pulling out of you with a low groan. Your release is coating him.

“You’re messy,” Johnny teases, staring pointedly at the droplets under his belly button.

You slap his chest, heat now flaming your ears as he laughs deep, familiar and fond.

“I can’t help it, it’s been too long for me.”

“How long?”

You roll over onto your knees looking demurely over your shoulder at him, ignoring his question, “be as rough as you want in this position, without the clit contact I last longer.”

Johnny gapes at you and you huff a laugh when his cock jerks in the silence.

“Come on kitten,” you lean your chest into the pillow, arching your back and lifting your ass to entice Johnny back to you.

His hands are shaking when they make contact with your hips.

“Don’t be scared, it’s just a little pus-sy,” you stutter the last word as he thrusts forcefully into you.

Johnny is chuckling at the raw borderline pornographic “hngh” sound you make when he rolls his hips into you.

“Little is right, still can’t get over how tight you are, you’re going to feel me tomorrow.”

You moan, knowing he’s right and you clench around him at the thought. Johnny hisses, spreading your left cheek to get deep, thumb pressing teasingly against your other hole.

“Ahh that's it,” he moans hips starting to really stroke, you huff into the pillow reaching back to spread yourself more.

“Don’t worry I got it,” Johnny grunts, hips grinding into your ass in tight circles.

You bury your face into the pillow, biting it at the sensation, body pulsating from his touch.

“You know you basically told me that felt good” he does it again, really emphasizing the circling of his hips.

“Clenched me so hard,” Johnny moans loudly.

Driving his hips quickly a few times, “come as much as you want, I can last a while.”

Johnny taunts and you do, your body jerking as another orgasm tumbles over you. You press your thighs together but it is not enough, so you lock your ankles to make it end faster. He grunts as the tightening of your body clutches his.

“Shit, why is your endurance so good?”

You would have collapsed onto the bed if Johnny didn’t have his arm wrapped across the front of your hips.

He laughs raggedly, “performer remember?”

“Oh yea-ahhh,” you sigh when you feel him slip out of you, your combined arousals dripping around your entrance.

“Don’t worry that last orgasm got me good, I think I’m close, you have one more in you?”

You sit up at that, turning in his arms to kiss him, “I want you to come, kitten.”

He groans and tugs you up against him to deepen the kiss, your legs slotting around the outside of his and you reach down to notch him back inside your swollen cunt.

The two of you stare at each other as you start to bounce on his thighs. Johnny’s hands clench your hips tightly as his calves tense under his thighs. You bite your lip as heat starts to flame up your body again, the change of position has Johnny rubbing against the front wall of your glory spot.

“Sorry, I might squirt again,” you pant as Johnny trembles against you, body tensed with control.

“Don't be sorry, it’s hot. Fuck, I’m close.”

“I know,” you moan, his erection impossibly hard stabbing into your most sensitive places on every bounce.

Johnny lifts you into his lap suddenly, filling you up quickly, breath stealingly. As everything falls apart, you thrust erratically against him as he clutches you. His panting and groaning intermingled with your name.

“Fuck fuck!”

He tips you back again and your hands grasp for something to hold on to as Johnny pistons into you in return, finally clutching at his neck.

“So close, keep going,” Johnny growls.

His hand grasps your throat in return and you cry out as your body shakes through the beginnings of your third orgasm.

“Yea?” Johnny tightens his fingers, “that’s how you feel on my dick right now, milking me with that wet pussy.”

“Johnny!”

You gush around him, cloudy and slick.

“Shittt,” he groans looking at your joined parts “Really has been a while for you, you’ve come so hard.”

Johnny taunts, his lips parting as he begins to fall apart with you. Drilling into your seizing core with loud, lewd slaps you had never thought you’d hear from your childhood friend. Fucking you raw, into next week, literally.

He pins you to the bed by your throat, chasing his release your thighs squeezing his hips as your orgasm keeps rolling. Your eyes locked on his rippling abdomen, sheening with sweat and flushed with effort. You don’t bother to swallow down the whine that leaves your throat, Johnny groans your name in return squeezing your neck as his lips crush yours. His hips falling out of pattern as he starts to climax. He moves to pull back but you dig your nails into his shoulders and lock your ankles around his lower back.

Johnny lets out a defeated whimper as he pushes his release into you, fingers twisting in your hair as you meet his thrusts. Having quietly edged himself this entire time until you'd accidentally uncovered he's weakness, choking. Your bodies move in tandem until you still as the echoes of your orgasm sends your body into uncontrollable shaking.

Johnny lifts his head kissing across your cheek before stealing your breath with a deep kiss and sneaking a hand between your bodies to stroke your swollen clit.

You cry out nails biting into his bicep, eyes wide as you meet his gaze.

“You said you’d squirt again…” he teases

Your teeth clench, head tossing back and neck baring to him as your cunt clamps down on his cock.

“Johnny,” you beg.

He lets out a strained breath as you clutch him internally, “come on.”

His lips, tongue and teeth tracing the path on your throat where his hands had previously been. Your feet press against the sheets, toes curling as the pressure builds, holding your breath.

“Look at me.”

You blink at him, inhaling deeply through your nose and biting into your bottom lip.

“Breathe.”

Your release of air comes out in a whine.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you squirt again, all over his pelvis.

Johnny licks his lips, “found my new favorite button of yours.”

Your body sags into the damp sheets, “who said you’d get to touch it again?”

Johnny laughs deep and tender, as he kisses you softly, big plush presses of his lips up your neck to your mouth.

"Because I'm a good kitten and you can't help but reward me."

You groan, fingers combing though his hair and tugging his lips to yours. Knowing he is right and honestly hoping his visits will bring more Sunday's like this.

© COPYRIGHT 2021 - 2025 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

[mochilatae]

Not me making @worldwideseal and I suffer.

[mochilatae]

Getting ready to go on a date with dom! hyuck but you cant find anything that makes you feel pretty and then you spiral down and hyuck punishes you for even thinking badly abt yourself

brat

summary: it’s your third anniversary with hyuck, but insecurity gets the best of you — until he reminds you exactly who you are and who you belong to.

pairing: dom bf!hyuck x fem!reader

genre: smut, established relationship, dom!hyuck, emotional comfort.

warnings: spanking, degradation + praise, fingering, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, aftercare hint, explicit language, mention of body image issues.

wc: 1,7k

notes: omg i’ve been so busy lately and this fic was the one thing stuck in my head 😩 i had the whole scene imagined already and i was so scared i’d forget it 🫠 i actually had a little draft saved for days but work made it impossible to focus the way i wanted 😭😭 today’s labor day in my country tho so no work for me and i finally got to finish it 🖤

it was supposed to be perfect.

your third anniversary — a milestone in itself — and hyuck had made sure everything would be just right. he called in favors, got a reservation at that impossible-to-book rooftop restaurant downtown, even made sure the date landed exactly on the day, no “weekend-after” bullshit. he showed up to your apartment early, dressed in black slacks and a silk shirt half unbuttoned, smelling like oud and vanilla and effort. his hair was styled just enough to make it look like he hadn’t tried. cocky and beautiful. all hyuck.

but you weren’t ready.

when he rang the doorbell, the apartment was still filled with the sounds of your panic — drawers yanked open, zippers half-stuck, hangers clashing against each other like metal nerves. you called out a “give me a minute!” as he walked in, and he just chuckled, collapsing on your couch with his phone in hand.

the first time you came out to show him your outfit, he actually smiled.

“baby,” he said, eyes flicking up and down your body, “you look fucking edible.”

you didn’t believe him.

so you turned around, muttering something about the skirt feeling weird, and went back in.

second outfit. shorter skirt. a blouse that made your shoulders look sharp. he gave a low whistle.

“you wanna make me lose my mind before we even get there?”

you frowned. the mirror was cruel today. you didn’t feel pretty. everything hugged you wrong.

you went back in.

he was still patient by the third one, but there was a small sigh. a tap of his finger against his thigh. he didn’t say anything when you came out a fourth time, just looked at you, head tilted, brows barely raised. his silence made your stomach twist.

by the fifth time — when you stood at the edge of the hallway and whispered, “maybe we should cancel. i feel gross. none of this looks good on me” — he didn’t say a word.

instead, he stood up.

slowly. deliberately.

you felt it before he touched you — that low heat, the warning. and when his hand closed around your wrist, firm but not hurting, your heart dropped.

“sit down,” he said, pulling you toward the sofa.

“hyuck—”

“sit.”

you stumbled as he pushed you gently but firmly down, sitting beside you. his eyes were darker than before. that lazy glint was gone.

“you wanna cancel?” he asked, voice low. “you wanna ruin a night i planned for us because you think you’re not pretty enough?”

you opened your mouth, but the words never got to form.

“do you even fucking hear yourself?”

his hand found your jaw and tilted your face up to look at him. you hated how glassy your eyes were getting.

“you think i did all this so you could stand there and tell me you look ugly?” he shook his head, disgusted. “you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever fucking seen. and you walk out here, in this tight little dress that’s making me hard as hell, just to call yourself gross?”

“hyuck, it’s not like that—”

“shut up.”

your breath hitched.

“no, really. shut the fuck up,” he said, and now he was straddling that line between anger and arousal. you knew that voice. it always meant trouble. “you’ve wasted over an hour crying about skirts and crop tops when i should’ve had you on my lap, fucking moaning.”

his fingers slipped under the hem of your dress, dragging it up slowly.

“you’re lucky i love you. otherwise i’d leave your bratty little ass right here.”

“hyuck—”

“what did i just say?” he growled.

your mouth snapped shut.

“i’m gonna teach you something, baby. next time you wanna say dumb shit about yourself, you’re gonna remember this.”

before you could respond, he tugged you over his lap. your breath left you in a rush as he adjusted you, one arm braced across your lower back, the other smoothing over the curve of your ass.

“five,” he murmured.

and then came the first slap.

sharp. hot. the sound echoed in the room and your body jolted.

“for wasting time,” he said, voice calm, almost gentle.

another slap, firmer.

“for not trusting me when i say you’re beautiful.”

the third one made you gasp, thighs pressing together.

“for calling yourself ugly.”

the fourth left a sting that bloomed sweet and painful.

“for almost canceling our night.”

the last one lingered, heavy and final.

“and this,” he leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, “for forgetting who you belong to.”

your body was trembling, more from heat than shame. your dress was bunched around your waist, panties damp and clinging. your heart beat wild against your ribs, mouth parted as you breathed through the swirl of emotions.

“now,” hyuck whispered, shifting you so you sat on his lap, straddling him, “you’re gonna thank me.”

“w-what?”

“thank me, baby. for reminding you who you are. how fucking sexy you look. how much i love you.”

you swallowed. cheeks flushed. and whispered, “thank you.”

“louder.”

“thank you, hyuck.”

he kissed you, rough and hungry, swallowing the last of your doubt.

“you still think we should cancel?”

you shook your head quickly.

“good,” he said, fingers trailing under your dress again. “because we’ve got two hours before that reservation, and i’m gonna spend at least one of them making sure you never fucking say that shit again.”

he shifted beneath you, letting his hands slide back down to your ass, which still throbbed from the spanking — not from pain, but from the way it had lit something inside you. something shameful and warm. and when his fingers curved under, brushing the soaked fabric of your panties, you flinched.

he stilled.

“oh?” a smug grin tugged at his lips as he pressed his fingers more firmly over the wet patch. “what’s this, baby?”

you tried to close your thighs.

“are you—” he laughed darkly, “you’re wet from getting spanked?”

“shut up,” you muttered, hiding your face against his neck.

“no no no,” he said, dragging your panties to the side, middle finger slipping through the mess between your folds. “you don’t get to be embarrassed now. this is what you get for talking shit about yourself. your body knows better.”

your hips jerked when his fingertip found your clit and circled it, slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. your breath stuttered out, and you bit into the side of your finger to keep from moaning.

he noticed.

“get your hand out of your mouth.”

you looked up, dazed.

“i said i want to hear you,” he growled, and the sudden weight of his command made your cunt clench around nothing. “don’t hide your sounds from me. not when you’re dripping like this.”

then his finger pushed inside — slow, deep — and you let out a choked gasp. he groaned lowly at how tight you were, adding a second finger almost immediately, fucking into you with a rhythm that made your thighs tremble.

“fuck, baby,” he whispered, eyes fixed on your face, “you’re squeezing my fingers like you’re desperate.”

“i am,” you whimpered, grinding down onto his hand without shame. “hyuck, please—”

“please what?”

“i want you inside me.”

“yeah?”

“fuck me,” you said, breathless. “please. i need you to fuck me.”

that was all he needed.

he stood abruptly, lifting you in his arms like you weighed nothing, carrying you to the edge of the couch and tossing a pillow down before laying you on your back. he tugged your panties down your legs, not even bothering to unfasten your dress. just pushed the fabric up and out of the way.

he undid his belt with one hand, pants half off before he was fisting his cock, already hard and leaking.

“you ask so nicely,” he said, lining himself up, tip sliding against your soaked entrance. “how can i say no?”

and then he pushed in.

slow only for the first few inches. the stretch made you cry out, and he groaned deep in his chest as he bottomed out.

“this pussy missed me, huh?” he muttered, starting to thrust, slow at first — letting you feel every inch. “gripping me like she knows who she belongs to.”

you couldn’t even respond. your mouth was open, moaning freely now as he picked up the pace, hips slamming into you over and over, hands gripping your thighs wide open. you reached up, clawed at his back, needing more, more, more—

“look at me.”

you blinked up, eyes wet, lips parted.

“look at the man who’s fucking you,” he growled. “look at the man who calls you beautiful every fucking day. that’s who you listen to. not that bullshit voice in your head.”

you nodded, frantic, as his cock hit something deep that made your back arch. your legs shook around his waist. he leaned down, kissed your mouth hard, then your neck, then sucked a bruise into your collarbone that made you whine.

he could feel you getting closer. your walls fluttering around him, that desperate way you clawed at his shirt like you might float away if you didn’t hold on.

“go ahead,” he whispered against your mouth, “cum for me, baby. let it all go.”

and you did. eyes rolling back, body clenching tight around him as waves of heat crashed through you. he cursed loudly, barely holding himself back, thrusts losing rhythm as you milked him. he pulled out only at the last second, panting as he came across your stomach in thick, hot streaks.

you both laid there for a moment, breathless, skin slick, hearts pounding.

then he glanced at the time on his phone and groaned. “fuck. reservation’s in thirty.”

you laughed weakly, covering your face.

“don’t even start,” he warned, grabbing some tissues to clean you. “we’re still going.”

“you came on my dress,” you muttered.

“you deserved it.”

you glared at him.

he leaned down and kissed your cheek.

“get up, princess. we’ll be late. and next time you even think about calling yourself ugly,” his eyes narrowed, voice dropping back into that low warning tone, “i’ll make sure you can’t walk straight for a week.”

you blushed, but obeyed, smoothing your dress back down.

he pulled his shirt on again, still unbuttoned, and ran a hand through his messy hair.

“happy anniversary,” he added with a wink.

you couldn’t help but smile.

“happy anniversary, hyuck.”

[mochilatae]

To myself..

And @kiestrokes , @worldwideseal and allllll those amazing writers across the fandom. And even those outside the fandom.

"Would anyone want to read --" Listen, imma stop you right there. Yes. YES, someone would want to read that. You write that weird little fucked up story. Or that domestic little slice of life story. That drabble or that 300k monster.

I promise someone wants to read it.

[mochilatae]

hello! mingyu for the 🤍 pls!! thank u <3 :)

🤍 [ Wedding ] - A romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony

Okay, anon, first of all, I’m thrilled you wanted a Mingyu drabble from me, thank you. Second, I know that I stretched the word “ceremony” here, but just go with it. I couldn’t help it, that’s where the prompt took me! Third, I once again failed to keep this to a short drabble 🤷‍♀️ As if we didn't know I was a wordy bitch. I hope you enjoy! 💕

Pairing: Mingyu x Reader (no agab) Genre: fluff, established relationship, Wedding!AU Rating: T Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: mingyu is referred to as 'husband' but reader is not given any pronouns or gendered in any way, kissing, mentions of drinking, it's very soft and sweet because i think about husband!mingyu and i just melt, special guest appearances by Seokmin and Seungkwan Disclaimers: SFW, obviously I don't own svt - they just inspire me

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Halfway through your wedding reception, you escape.

The cake has been cut and the dance floor is filled with your drunk friends and even drunker relatives. The entire evening flew by like the birdseed your guests pelted you and Mingyu with when you walked hand-in-hand down the aisle. You’d love a minute to stop and soak it all in - you and Mingyu are married. You’re his and he’s yours, until death do you part.

But you don’t get so much as a second to breathe as yet another one of his relatives comes up to congratulate you and offer some terrible marriage advice. If you took a shot every time you heard “Don’t go to bed angry,” tonight, your body would be about 60% vodka by now. Instead, you’re too sober for your own comfort as you pretend to laugh at another goofy joke. 

Mingyu, standing a few feet away where two of your great aunts have cornered him to ask about his thoughts on giving them some great-great-grandnieces, laughs harder, louder, and faker than you do, audible even the combined chaos of a live band and your family at an open bar event. You catch his eye and raise your eyebrows, hoping that will communicate the ‘take it down a notch’ message that fails to send telepathically.

He grins back, shrugging a little. He can’t help it if he’s too charming. It’s just how he is, how he’s always been, ever since your family moved in next door to his when you were in grade school. He was your first friend in town, drawing you in with his bright smile, and soon the two of you were inseparable.

Mingyu’s attention is drawn to his smartwatch and his grin widens. He says something to your aunts to excuse himself to join you, greeting his uncle with a bow. Thankfully, said uncle runs out of advice not long after that, and you turn to Mingyu with a sigh.

“I need a drink. And some more cake.” 

Mingyu takes your hand in his and squeezes sympathetically. “I could use a break too. Why did we invite so many people?” 

“We didn’t. They did.” 

Your parents and his parents became friends almost as quickly as you and Mingyu did. It was common for your families to hang out, even vacationing together occasionally. The Kims became a second family to you, and yours was the same to him. You and Mingyu grew around each other, like trees with entangling limbs. It wasn’t long before love took root. 

It only made sense to get married in his backyard, then have the reception in your parents’ yard. And they were only too happy to host. Which shows in the size of the ceremony and the bounty of the reception. You’re thankful, but you hadn’t realized just how much time you would be spending with everyone other than your husband tonight.

“Oh, right.” 

“I’m gonna hit the bar before anyone stops me. Do you want a drink?”

“Actually, I’ve got a better idea.”  He nods toward the far side of the yard. “Check it out.” 

Two of Mingyu’s groomsmen, Seokmin and Seungkwan, have taken the tiny stage in your parents’ backyard with the band your parents hired to play. As they launch into some old jazzy pop standard, a crowd grows on the dance floor. You notice that the front row is all of your aunts as well as your mother and your now mother-in-law. That tracks - Mingyu’s college choir friends were always catnip to ladies of a certain age. 

“You know I love your old choir setlists as much as the next noona, but what exactly are Seok and Kwan doing?” 

“Creating a diversion at my request.” Mingyu squeezes your hand again. “Wanna get out of here?”

Mingyu’s the one who convinced you to sneak out the first time. There’s a playground in your neighborhood, where the two of you would run around playing games and swing on the swing set. One summer night, when you were on the cusp of being a teenager, he talked you into climbing out your window a few hours after bedtime and going there with him. 

As the two of you navigated high school and fell into different friend circles, you still met at the playground at night. Playing games turned into talking, venting and confiding in one another, and the playground became your safe haven. 

Thanks to Mingyu’s friends, who have the crowd singing along at this point, no one notices when you slip around the side of the house and out onto the street. Mingyu leads you by the hand most of the way, just like he did that first night, after you told him you didn’t realize it would be so dark outside and got a little spooked by some shadows. 

It’s been years now since you’ve been to the playground. The equipment looks the same but the wood chips that scraped the fuck out of your knees as a kid have been replaced by much softer sand everywhere. You both peel off your shoes.

Then you run for the swings. Mingyu beats you, like he always did, grabbing a swing and launching himself. You take the saddle next to him and push off, and soon you’re swinging into the sky by his side. The cooling evening air fills with your laughter, and for a moment you’re kids again, nothing holding you down but gravity, which you fight against with every gleeful kick, every joyful giggle. 

“I forgot how much fun this is. We should get a swing set.” Mingyu pumps his legs harder, flying faster than you. Your outfit isn’t really ideal for this, so you sway gently and watch him with open admiration, laughing as he whoops.

“For our studio apartment?” 

“No, for our future.”

Your future. You come to a complete stop as a thrill runs through you. You can’t wait to go there with him. Mingyu slows his pace as he looks at you, and you smile back.

“Maybe we wait until we have a house first.”

“I guess that makes sense.” He sighs, suddenly looking serious. “But don’t think I’m gonna forget.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You throw your weight to the side, shifting your momentum so you start to sway towards Mingyu, and lightly bounce off him as your swings collide, making him laugh.

“I feel like we haven’t had a second alone together since we said ‘I do.’” 

“Well, good news. You get all of my seconds from now. All my minutes, hours, days to years,” you say, reaching out to run your thumb over your fiancé - no, your husband’s cheek. “Remember when we signed that piece of paper earlier? That was the deal.” 

He hums, grabbing your hand to stop you from swinging away. “Then I’d like about thirty seconds now, please,” he states, and tips his mouth towards yours. 

Mingyu has kissed you many times today - at the ceremony, during your first dance, every time one of your guests clinked their silverware against their glasses to toast to the newlyweds. But this kiss is different. It’s tender, and infinitely fond, and leaves his warmth lingering on your lips long after he’s pulled away. 

“I think that was only about ten,” you protest with a pout. 

“I apologize, my love,” Mingyu laughs, brushing a kiss over your jawline before his mouth meets yours again, more firmly than before. The two of you kiss and kiss and kiss, and you do your best to ignore the persistent nagging knowledge that you are meant to be somewhere else right now. 

But once the two of you part, you feel obligated to say it. “We should probably get back to the party before anyone notices we’re gone.” 

“Why? What are they gonna do, ground us?” Mingyu grins, tugging on the chain of your swing again. He cups your face for another kiss, short but no less sweet. “We got married today,” he reminds you, a note of awe lacing his voice. 

“We did,” you agree, digging your feet into the sand so you can lean against your husband. He wraps an arm around you to keep you from swinging away. Your heart is awash with every emotion right now - joy, wonder, pride  - but mostly love. So much love. 

“Let’s just sit here a minute. Okay?” 

You nod. “Yeah. They can wait.” He holds you close again, and you rest your head on his shoulder. “Thank you for this, by the way.”

 “Of course,” he says, kissing the top of your head. “I promise to always sneak you out of stressful situations, so we can be alone in peace.”

“The ceremony was hours ago. It's a little late for another vow now,” you laugh, but Mingyu shakes his head. 

“Never too late to make a promise, and keep it.” 

You raise your head, and when Mingyu looks at you, you kiss him, your lips forming a solemn vow of your own, to cherish every promise he keeps. 

Until death do you part.

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Hello 💛 can i ask story for Hongjoong with 'what if I hurt you?' and 'this is a one time thing'? 💛💛💛 thank you

Anon, I'm so sorry this took forever - I had it written but I didn't have the time to post it - but you're not here for my excuses, you're here for some Hongjoong. I hope you like where the prompts took me! 💕

Pairing: Vampire!Hongjoong x Reader (AFAB) Genre: smut, established relationship, Vampire!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: unprotected sex, biting, drinking blood, Hongjoong overindulges a little but reader is okay, aftercare Word Count: 896 words **********

Hongjoong sits beneath you, admiring your kiss-swollen lips. He loves the dark stain that still clings there, a stark contrast against the paleness of his mouth as he pulls you closer to kiss you again. You’ve already left your mark all over his face, but he’s eager for more.

His tongue slides over yours with urgency, and you moan, lips parting to let him explore, digging your fingernails into his shoulders.  You’ve been riding him for a while now, fucking slowly with lazy rolls of your hips, and he’s starting to get twitchy. His thighs flex with suppressed energy, the tension in his legs evident as he holds himself back. 

He does this every time the two of you are like this. It’s impressive, really, his self-control - the way he keeps himself in check at all times, even in his basest state. Even if you wish he’d give in and let go for once. 

You break away from his kiss and lean back. Once Hongjoong’s gaze is locked on yours, you tip your head to the side. Immediately his eyes are drawn to your exposed neck, just as you knew they’d be. 

“Please,” you whisper, “please, Joongie.”

He shuts his eyes and groans. Doesn’t need to ask you what you’re pleading him to do, because this isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation. “Baby, I’m - mmmmm - I can’t.” 

You rock back and forth, breathing deep through your nose for a few seconds before you speak. “Yes, you can. But more importantly, you want to.”

This is where he tells you again for the nth time that he can’t bite you, can’t drink from you, because he can’t risk losing control. Except tonight, he changes the script. 

“What if I hurt you?” 

“You won’t,” you reply, trying not to get too excited, trying not to leap at the first sign that his resolve might be slipping. “I trust you. Please. I wanna feel what it’s like - with you.” 

Being bitten by a vamp is a euphoric experience, especially if there is a bond between the vampire and its prey (or partner). At least, that’s what you’ve been told. Hongjoong has so far refused to indulge you in finding out.

“Just a taste,” you say, and Hongjoong hums in response, staring at where your pulse pounds beneath the thin skin of your throat.

He runs his fingers lightly over your neck. He’s weakening. His nose nuzzles beneath your jaw as he takes a lungful of your scent. There’s a low rumble, a growl trapped in his chest. You can’t stifle a whine, and that pushes Hongjoong to make up his mind. 

“This is a one time thing,” he intones seriously, and you nod but he stops you with a hand on your cheek. He kisses your neck once, twice, and then there’s a sharp sting and then -

And then there’s nothing but bliss. Every beat of your heart sends his venom surging through your veins until your entire body sings with a hazy pleasure. Hongjoong’s cock throbs inside you as he laps up his first taste, and you cry out, surprised by how quickly you come, and how hard, the intensity blanking out your mind.

Your limbs are too loose and heavy to support. You melt against your lover as he drinks from you and fucks you at the same time. Each stroke of his cock prolongs your ecstasy, and you float along on an infinite wave, barely aware of the life flowing from you. 

Your pussy clenches and clenches and Hongjoong groans loudly.

“Babe - baby,” he sputters, but that’s all he says, distracted by the blood trailing down your collarbones, desperate to lick up every drop. His hands squeeze your thighs while he empties himself deep inside your womb.

You whimper, burning alive, intoxicated by the pain and the pleasure. Hongjoong doesn’t release you, hasn’t gotten his fill, and as he swallows another mouthful, it briefly occurs to you that this could be your last moment on this earth, lost to your boyfriend’s insatiable desires. But just as your lust-addled mind has dimly accepted your fate, Hongjoong lets out an agitated grunt and tears himself away. 

He wipes an arm over his lips. Now they match yours, you think dazedly.

“Baby? Ah, shit.” 

Hongjoong cradles your face, thumbs stroking over your cheeks as he tries to make sure you’re okay. You can feel his gaze on yours, but you can only focus on the crimson smears around his mouth. 

“Are you okay? Say something.” 

You manage a weak, “Something,” and Hongjoong laughs, more out of relief than amusement. He kisses your forehead, then your nose, and your lips, before bowing his head over your neck again. 

When his tongue swipes over your wounds, coating them with healing saliva, your climax finally crests. You sigh, and slump further against him, succumbing to sudden exhaustion. It’s the human body’s normal reaction to the loss of a vampire’s venom - the crash after the high. 

Your eyes refuse to stay open, not even when you feel the wipe of a cold wet towel over your warm skin. When Hongjoong settles into bed next to you, you turn, and nestle up against him, humming as he slips an arm around you. 

“Told you,” you whisper. 

He laughs again, this time full of joy, and kisses your forehead. “Gloat tomorrow. Sleep now.” 

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Slow Mornings

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kim Namjoon is hopelessly in love with his wife, and mornings like this—warm, slow, and full of stolen kisses—are proof he never plans to stop showing it.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Namjoon x black!reader (married AU)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.1k

Warnings! FLUFF! nothing but pure fluff here, established relationship, husband!Namjoon, suggestive touching, mentions of nudity, sensual language, married domestic bliss

There is a warm, heavy weight on your thigh that can only mean one thing—Namjoon has thrown a leg over you in his sleep again.

It’s a familiar feeling by now, his long limbs sprawled across yours like he’s subconsciously trying to keep you from slipping away. His body is warm, and solid, the faint rise and fall of his chest pressed against your back as he breathes in deep, still lost in sleep.

The room is quiet, save for the occasional snore that leaves his lips and the distant hum of the world waking up outside. Sunlight filters through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the sheets, across his skin. It’s a beautiful sight, almost breathtakingly so.

Your eyes flutter open, vision still soft around the edges, and you let yourself just… exist in it for a moment. Let yourself feel the way his presence settles over you like a second blanket—heavy, grounding, familiar. Safe.

His hand is somewhere near your ribs, palm spread, fingers twitching lightly like he’s chasing something in a dream. You breathe in the scent of him—faint cologne clinging to his skin, something warm and musky and distinctly him—and smile sleepily into the pillow.

You try to shift just enough to stretch your legs, but his arm tightens immediately, anchoring you back down like he knows.

He stirs, frowning as he rolls over and reaches for you, searching for the comforting pressure of your body against his. A sleepy hum rumbles from his throat, low and husky, as he nuzzles closer. His hand slides over your hip and around your waist, pulling you close until your entire length is pressed to his, and there’s something so easy, so natural about the way you fit together.

He makes a soft sound of approval, nuzzling into the crook of your neck before his lips find their way to your jaw.

“Hmm,” you hum, rolling your head to the side to give him better access, letting him nuzzle and kiss his way down your neck, over your pulse point and lower, until his lips are grazing your shoulder.

“Morning,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. His lips brush against your skin, the lightest, laziest touch.

You smile, eyes still half-shut. “Mm. Barely.”

Namjoon lets out a breathy laugh and presses another kiss to your shoulder. “You’re warm,” he says, voice muffled. “I wanna stay like this forever.” His voice is so deep, he's practically purring in your ear, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Me too,” you whisper, hand reaching behind to run over his thigh. “You’re like a sexy, clingy heater.”

“Sexy, clingy heater,” he repeats with a chuckle, voice rough. “Can I put that in my bio?”

You laugh quietly, body relaxing fully into his. “Only if you put ‘sleep cuddler of the year’ under your accolades.”

He grins against your skin, and then he’s moving—slow and lazy, but intentional. His hand slips lower, palm splayed flat against your stomach. He kisses your neck again, slower this time, lips parting just enough to let his breath trail over your skin before his tongue brushes lightly against the dip of your collarbone.

Your breath catches, feeling it poke you through the thin fabric of his boxers. “Joon…”

“Mm?” he answers, innocent, though his hand is already trailing lower.

“You were snoring two minutes ago.”

“You're warm,” he says again, like that explains everything. “And always soft in the morning. So soft. Can’t help it.”

You roll to face him, shifting until your thigh slots between his, ignoring the small groan that escapes him. His buzzcut is the first thing you see—dark, neat, and low against the light—and you reach up, fingers gliding gently over it. He closes his eyes at the touch, visibly melting into it.

“Still obsessed with it?” he asks quietly.

You nod. “Can’t stop touching it. Your head feels like a peach.”

He opens his eyes with a smirk. “I thought it was a kiwi last week.”

You grin. “That too. Depends on the day.”

Namjoon leans in and kisses you—soft, then deeper. His lips taste like morning and sleep, a little dry but familiar, like a song you never forget the words to. He kisses you slow, and you melt in the intimacy of being this close. This loved by him.

Your fingers dig into his skin, nails scratching him a little. His thumb strokes beneath the curve of your breast and you shiver, just a little, heart thudding under your ribs. You sigh into his mouth, and he swallows the sound like it’s the only thing he wants to live on today.

He kisses down again, over your chest, then lower, murmuring against your skin, “How is it possible you get softer every day?”

“You say that like I’m dough,” you whisper, laughing breathlessly.

He glances up. “You’re better than dough. You’re… you’re like a warm croissant. Flaky and golden and buttery—”

“Okay, stop,” you giggle, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re not allowed to make me laugh while you’re feeling me up.”

Namjoon bites back a grin, dimples flashing as he brushes a kiss between your breasts. “Fine. No more breakfast metaphors.”

The heat between you simmers, rising like slow waves. There’s no rush. Just soft touches and deeper kisses and a sense of being wrapped in something sacred.

It’s moments like this that remind you how much you love mornings with him. The way he clings to you, half-asleep and needy like he doesn’t know how to exist without touching you. The way his fingers trace lazy patterns against your skin, his body relaxed, vulnerable, safe.

He pulls back just enough to whisper “You feel so good,” against your skin, voice low, raspy.

You hum in response, letting your hand slide over his, fingers intertwining. “So do you.”

Namjoon sighs again, content, pressing his face into the crook of your neck to press a soft kiss. “I don’t wanna get up.”

“We don’t have to,” you tell him, looking down at him through your lashes. He looks good like this, slow and sleepy, like he belongs in this bed, in this moment, with you.

A lazy grin tugs at his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

A warmth that has nothing to do with body heat spreads through your chest.

This side of Namjoon—the sleepy, affectionate, utterly unguarded side—is something you never get tired of. When he’s awake and alert, he’s sharp, quick-witted, always thinking. But here, wrapped around you, he’s soft. Mellow. Like warm honey dripping off the edge of a spoon.

Then, without warning, he flips you onto your back with zero effort, his arm slipping under your waist as he settles half on top of you. You smile up at him as your body immediately molds to his, the way it always does. His weight is solid, grounding. Familiar.

“Hi,” he says, voice rough and deep.

“Hi.”

He lifts a hand, his wedding band catching the light—just for a second—fingers brushing against your cheek, brushing against your braids. His thumb strokes just below your eye, tracing the softness of your skin. There’s something so intimate about the way he looks at you—like you’re something rare, something to be studied and memorized.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you ask, voice quieter now.

Namjoon exhales a little laugh. “Because you’re the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” His hand slides down to your jaw, tilting your face up slightly. “And because I can.”

You don’t get a chance to respond before he kisses you again, slow and lingering—like he has all the time in the world to savor you. And maybe he does. The kiss is lazy, deepening only when you sigh against his mouth, your fingers curling into the sheets.

His hand slides down, tracing the curve of your waist before settling on your hip. His grip is firm but not demanding, his thumb stroking absent-minded circles into your skin. He pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “Can we stay like this all day?”

“As tempting as that sounds, you have things to do,” you remind him, even though you don’t really want to be the voice of reason.

Namjoon groans dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “Don’t care.” His lips graze your collarbone, slow and lazy. “Cancel my schedule. We can just stay in bed all day and cuddle.” His lips move over your shoulder and back up to your jaw. “We can make out all day if you want.”

“I'd like that,” you admit, laughing. His kisses leave a tingling sensation against your skin, and you don’t even hesitate when he pulls you closer.

He makes another sound, humming deep in his throat as his lips find their way back to yours. He’s the first one to break the kiss this time, and he pulls back with a soft whine that makes you chuckle against his mouth.

“You're gonna be late.” you tease him, voice breathy. You press your lips to the edge of his jaw, nibbling gently on the skin, loving the way his eyes fall shut at the sensation, brows furrowing slightly.

“Fuck that,” Namjoon says. His hands slide down your thighs, lifting your legs over his hips. His fingers are warm as they knead the skin of your thighs, making you shiver against him.

You're the one to finally pull away, though it takes everything in you to do it. You press one last kiss to his lips, then his cheek, then that warm patch just beneath his jaw that always makes him hum.

“I should go start breakfast,” you whisper, dragging the sheets down as you sit up, legs stretching out into the early sunlight.

The cool air hits your bare skin, goosebumps rising instantly. You feel Namjoon’s gaze on you before you even glance back—and sure enough, when you do, he’s already propped on one elbow, eyes tracing every curve like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“I was gonna make you breakfast,” he says, voice still gravelly from sleep.

You snort. “Baby, no you weren’t.”

“Yes I was.”

“No you weren’t,” you say again, laughing now as you stand and reach for your robe at the foot of the bed. “You can’t cook, Joon.”

“Technically, I can cook,” he says, watching you move across the room like he’s in a trance. “I just don’t… thrive.”

“You set off the smoke alarm making toast.”

“It was complex toast!” he argues, flopping back on the bed with a groan. “There were layers.”

You give him a look as you slip into the robe, tying it loosely at your waist. “There were burnt crumbs all over the kitchen.”

He grins, big and unbothered, arms behind his head like he’s proud of himself. “Still ate it.”

“Yeah, and I had to pretend I liked it.”

Namjoon watches you from under the tousled mess of sheets, all bare skin and warm morning light. “I don’t care what anyone says. I make amazing cereal.”

“Oh, wow. You’re so talented,” you tease, walking toward the bed to grab your phone off the nightstand. Just as you lean over, reaching for it, there’s a sharp smack against your bare ass—loud, unapologetic, echoing off the bedroom walls.

You yelp, startled, and whip around, phone still in hand. “Namjoon!”

He’s grinning already, no shame whatsoever, dimples deep and smug. “What?” he says, eyes hooded and voice thick with sleep. “Just admiring the view. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You rub the spot he slapped, half-laughing, half-scandalized. “You're lucky I love you.”

Namjoon props himself up on his elbows, completely unbothered, eyes trailing after you like you’re the last good thing left on earth. “God, look at you,” he murmurs, still sounding a little dazed. “How are you real?”

You roll your eyes, “You say that like I didn’t drool on your arm last night.”

“Doesn’t matter. Still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He shifts onto his back, arms folded under his head like he’s admiring the ceiling but really, he’s watching your robe-clad figure. “You could roll outta bed with your bonnet half-off and toothpaste on your chin and I’d still be in love with you.”

You shake your head, cheeks warm. “You’re just horny.”

“I’m married and in love,” he corrects, that crooked smile pulling at his lips. “Horny is just a bonus.”

You shoot him a warning look as you pad toward the door. “Behave.”

“Never,” he calls after you.

You disappear down the hall to the kitchen, the soft shuffle of your slippers fading, but he doesn’t stop watching until you’re completely out of view. He lets his head fall back onto the pillow, that smile still tugging at his mouth, a little dazed, a little gone.

— Moon ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚.

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I'm fine.

day 476/548 of namjoon's military service

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Yes. And the fear of getting attacked or critiqued over choices. Art and creation are supposed to be limitless.

so oooo many people in so many fandoms are holding themselves back from the art they want to create because they fear The Discourse and it's the most depressing thing ever like PLEASE stop clipping your own wings and create whatever art you want to. whyyy do we have to live in a panopticon it's so frustrating just make whatever!! be free!!!!!!

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Just from the description of how he smiles when he hears the laugh...I was got. From that point and it went down hill from there.

Whipped | KMG

Pairing: Mingyu x GNReader (no agab)

Genre: fluff, idiots to lovers, slightly crack-ish, non-idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: Mingyu's a stubborn idiot, but he's also the softest human alive, Minghao's kind of a jerk tbh, use of they/them pronouns for reader, this is honestly just fluffy nonsense meant to give you warm fuzzies

Word Count: 3.9k

Disclaimers: Obviously I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: No matter what his friends say, Mingyu is definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent not whipped for you.

A/N: Yep, another Mingyu fic. I can't help it. 🤷‍♀️

Unbeta’d as usual. If you liked this, please let me know! I’d love to hear what you think (but please be kind I’m fragile 🥺) 💕

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Kim Mingyu is not whipped.

This is what he forcefully reminds himself when you walk into Minghao’s party, looking sweeter than a spring day, a phrase which if he’s being honest is maybe a little more poetic than he’d normally use. That’s okay. He can be a little dramatic if he wants. Why not? Seokmin does it all the time and no one bats an eye.

In any case. Mingyu is not whipped.

That’s why he turns his head, pretending he doesn’t see you dazzle everyone around you with your beautiful smile. While he’s pretending, he also acts like he can’t feel his own lips tug upwards at the soft chime of your laughter, a Pavlovian response to your happiness. No, his smile is unrelated to whatever you’re doing. He’s just in a good mood, one that didn’t suddenly ascend to the heavens when you entered the room.

Mingyu’s not whipped.

He sinks further into the couch where he’s sitting, a little off to the side of where Minghao, Jeonghan, and Seokmin are talking. Theoretically, he’s part of the conversation, adding the occasional hum or laugh, but he’s really not contributing much of anything. He’s too busy thinking about you. Not like that. 

(But not not like that, either.) 

In any case, Mingyu remains firmly unwhipped - solid, unshaken, definitely not falling apart over you. He’ll be absolutely fine, as long as you stay on the other side of the room, where your charms can’t reach him. Except that he can’t stop watching you, and now you’re looking at him, and even though he averts his eyes, it’s too late. He can sense you walking towards him, his heartbeat increasing with every step you take.

Not. Whipped. 

“Hey there, stranger.” 

Instinctively, at the sound of your voice, he glances up at you, like a flower tilting its face towards your light. He nods at your greeting, mumbling a hello of his own. The others sitting around him all greet you as well, but you merely nod in reply, your full attention on Mingyu. 

“Do you wanna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?”

If Mingyu had a list of things he loved about you, which he does not, being straightforward would be near the top. Of this totally fictional list that does not exist. He admires it, actually, the way you have no patience for dishonesty or deception.

Even though your question is blunt, your smile remains soft as you wait for his response, and Mingyu rethinks his ranking. Item number one on that imaginary list - the way you smile, at him, specifically. It’s so warm, like being hugged by the rays of the sun itself. It makes him happier than he ever thought possible. He wants to curl up like a cat and bask in the feeling. If he’s not careful, he might start purring right now.

He’s totally super normal about you.

“Me?” he asks, stalling for time, praying that a somewhat reasonable explanation falls into his lap in the meantime. He’s only a fair-to-moderate bullshitter, so his hopes are low. He can feel the others staring at the two of you, very obviously listening, because no one in your friend group seems to respect boundaries. It’s not helping. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” you chirp back, and he does, he knows exactly what you mean, just like you know exactly what he’s doing. “You’ve been ignoring my texts. What’s going on?”

What’s going on is that Mingyu is not whipped, even if it feels like his insides are turning to melty goo beneath your inquisitive gaze. 

“I’m not ignoring you. I’ve just been busy,” he shoots, aiming for breezy and landing just shy of nonchalant. 

“Busy doing what?” 

“You know. Stuff.” Oh god, he really sucks at this. “And things.” Jesus Christ.

You fold your arms, and Mingyu thinks it’s cute the way you’re squinting at him, one eye closed as you assess his response. Unbearably cute, actually, and getting worse the longer it goes on.

“Yeahhhh, that’s not good enough,” you inform him, and with one hand on his arm (Mingyu ignores the electric current that lights up his nervous system when you touch him. It’s just static and definitely not anything else), you pull him to his feet and lead him out of Minghao’s apartment and into the empty hallway. He follows, not because he’d follow you anywhere, but because he’s curious.

Once the door is closed behind you, you turn to him, a serious expression on your face. “Gyu. Be honest with me.” Always, he thinks reflexively. “This is about what those guys said the other night, isn’t it?” 

Of course you know exactly what it is that has his head spinning right now. The two of you have been friends for ages, but Mingyu still can’t get over how easily you always seem to read him. 

A few nights ago, Mingyu and you had been out to dinner with a few others, and it had been like any other time you were hanging out with your friends, lots of laughing and teasing and just being happy dumbasses together. Only on this particular evening, the food had taken a very long time to arrive, but the drinks kept coming in the meanwhile, and you’d gotten a little drunker than usual, and a little clingier, sticking to Mingyu like a magnet.

Not that Mingyu minded having you hanging on his side all night. Nor did he mind keeping a close eye on you, making sure you were drinking your water and eating to help soak up some of the alcohol. None of that bothered him at all - you were his best friend; why wouldn’t he take care of you? Especially when you smiled at him and thanked him for being so sweet, so good to you, over and over.

(He can’t even begin to explain how that made him feel.)

The others noticed. And commented. Mingyu tried to ignore them, but they just wouldn’t shut up. By the time they joked that Mingyu was your trained puppy, suggesting you buy him a pretty collar and a leash to go with it, he’d had enough.

And when he tried to express that, Minghao had shut him down with a scoff, a wave of his hand, and one word. 

“Whipped.” 

Mingyu admits that he’s a lot of things, but he’s not a whipped man. He’s not. He’s not, no matter what the others say. No matter how you’re looking at him right now, concern etched all over your lovely face, lip tucked between your teeth as you wait for his answer. He’s strong. And proud. 

(And maybe a stubborn idiot, but that’s neither here nor there.)

He considers just not responding at all, but he knows how persistent you are, so he settles for a half-shrug. You sigh, leaning back against the wall, arms crossing in front of you. 

“You’re being ridiculous, you know that?” you say softly, shaking your head. “They were joking. They said so! And you know I didn’t take it seriously for a second.” 

“You didn’t hear everything they said!” he protests, crossing his own arms. You’d missed most of the barbs flying his way that night, too busy enjoying yourself. Which weirdly made him happy. He hated the thought of those guys ruining your night. “They said I was your pet!” 

“So? Jeonghan always tells Seokmin he’s got the zoomies when he gets hyper. He knows he’s not actually a dog! It’s just stupid jokes! Our friends are dumb!” you laugh, throwing up your hands. “That’s what we like about them!”

Mingyu can’t help it, he starts to laugh with you, but then he catches himself, shaking his head. “You don’t get it.” 

“Then help me understand.” 

How can he help you understand, when he’s not entirely sure he understands it himself, this storm inside him, clouding his mind? 

“I…” He glances wildly around the hallway, but there’s nothing out here to help him. He can hear the bass from whatever song is playing inside the party, a low, steady thrumming that contrasts the erratic thumping of his heart. “I don’t like being called weak.”

You tilt your head. “Is that what they said?” 

“Yeah. Or I guess… they implied it. When they said I was whipped for you.” He lets out a frustrated sigh, knowing he’s pouting and it doesn’t help his defense, but it’s just his default setting. “But I’m not.” 

Because he’s staring into your eyes as he speaks, he catches it - the quick expression of sorrow that pinches your brow at his explanation - but it’s fleeting, gone in an instant. If he weren’t watching your face so intently, he would’ve missed it. 

“Gyu,” you sigh, the corners of your mouth lifting in what is clearly meant to be a smile, except it doesn’t reach your eyes, and for a moment, the confusing tide of emotions inside him still, and he feels only sadness. That’s not how you smile. “Can you please let it go? Everyone was being an idiot. That’s nothing new! Besides…” You trail off, staring at the floor.

He waits a beat. “Besides what?”

You huff and shrug. “It’s nothing, forget it.” 

The uncertainty in your tone unnerves Mingyu even more than your fake smile. Where’s that directness of yours? 

“No, tell me. Besides what?” 

With a deep breath, you look him straight in the eye. “Besides, I’m not delusional. I know you don’t like me like that. I’m not your type.” 

Your voice grows quieter at the end of your sentence, just as the music coming from the other side of the door fades out, and to Mingyu, the silence only amplifies your words, leaving them ringing loudly in his ears like a sonic boom. You’re not his type?

He blinks rapidly, as if that will somehow help. 

“You - you’re not - “ He pauses, searching fruitlessly for the end of his sentence, but it’s nowhere to be found.

“Right. I’m not.” 

The laugh you let out sounds so fake that he winces, and a terrible realization hits him. You’ve taken his stammering to be a complete thought - a confirmation of what you’d said, that you aren’t someone he’d like like that. Curling in on yourself, arms wrapping around your stomach, you shrink away from him, only a few inches but the distance feels so vast. 

“Let’s just forget about it, okay?” 

Mingyu’s speechless. As his silence grows, so does the space between the two of you, until you’re standing by the door, hand on the knob. He feels like he should be doing something right now, snapping into action of some sort, but his brain is still stuck on your declaration.

“Okay,” he finally croaks, because it’s clear that you’re waiting for him to speak, and he doesn’t know what else to do but agree with you, because you’re usually right and he usually agrees with you. 

“Right,” you say again, but you look slightly unsure, and it rattles Mingyu, making him feel even more unsettled than before. “Okay.” And then you open the door and slip back inside Minghao’s apartment.

Alone in the hallway, Mingyu slumps against the wall. Well. That was a spectacular failure. He’d tried to explain how their comments upset him and all he’d done was upset you. The shift in your demeanor was so obvious to him, a flashing neon sign basically screaming “you fucked up!” in blazing red light. 

He gives himself a minute to try to pull himself together, then he returns to the party. As soon as he’s inside, he scans the room, until he finds you standing in the corner, hanging out with another friend, Chan, talking and laughing like everything is fine. Which, as Mingyu feels deep in the pit of his stomach, he knows it is not. 

His previously vacated spot on the couch remains open, so he slips back into it, ignoring the curious looks of his friends. He doesn’t want to answer any stupid questions right now, doesn’t want to deal with any of their crap while he tries to wrap his head around what just happened in the hallway. 

Naturally, his friends immediately start nosing into his business.

“What was that all about?” Minghao asks, turning to face Mingyu. Seokmin and Jeonghan both twist towards him, eager to hear his answer. 

“What was what about?” Mingyu replies, eyes flitting to you again. Chan must be bringing his A game with his jokes tonight, because you’re giggling Mingyu’s favorite giggle, the one that makes your nose twitch like a little bunny’s. It always makes him swell with pride when he coaxes it out of you with one of his dumb jokes, so seeing it right now and knowing he’s not the cause of it, well, it’s not exactly helping improve his mood.

“What was that dramatic exit?” Minghao gestures towards the door. 

“It was nothing. We were just talking.” Again he looks at you. And again, your attention is focused solely on the man beside you. Mingyu doesn’t understand. Can’t you feel him looking at you? 

“Uh-huh. Sure,” Jeonghan drawls, miming the crack of a whip with his hand. Seokmin and Minghao crack up beside Mingyu, but he doesn’t care. He’s too busy trying to catch your eye. He wants to see you smile at him. Just one smile. That’s all he needs to make him feel better. 

His friends lose interest in teasing him when he doesn’t respond, and the conversation moves on. As does the evening. Mingyu bonds with the couch, not leaving except to grab refills of his drink, but otherwise he’s a fixed point in this party, unlike you, who are constantly moving, floating from friend to friend, spreading joy across the room.

Spreading joy to everyone except him, that is. No matter how much he watches you, your light never shines on him again, not like it did earlier. He knows what this is. You’re the one doing the avoiding now. And oh my god does he hate it. He feels cold and lonely, withering away, dying for your attention. For your affection. Because he needs it to thrive.

Oh. 

Oh wow, he’s stupid. The others are right. 

Kim Mingyu is whipped. 

For you, and you only. 

Like it has been every few minutes since he returned from the hallway, his gaze is drawn back to you, and this time, it’s different. Because the mask you’ve been wearing all night finally slips, and Mingyu sees the wrinkle of your brow, and the slight downturn of your mouth, and he understands. You’re just as miserable as he is.

That absolutely will not do. He needs to fix this right now.

Mingyu rises to his feet again, not even waiting for Minghao to finish the story he’s been telling, not that he’s been listening anyway, and starts walking towards you. When he’s a mere arm’s length away, it occurs to him that he doesn’t have any plan, just an urgent need to make you look happy again. And also pay attention to him, because he needs your attention just like he needs you, so he panics, and grabs your hand. 

You look at him in surprise as his fingers slip between yours.

“Come with me. Please,” he adds, a bit hasty in his anxiousness, already tugging you out of the room and into the hallway. A pair of voices follow you both out, as Minghao and Jeonghan both jeer loudly at the sight of Mingyu dragging you away, but thankfully the door drowns them out, letting only the beat of the music through.   Which would be a good thing, except that now it’s just Mingyu and a very quiet you. With your hand still in his. 

“Is everything o-”

“You are my type.” 

You start speaking at the same time he does, but he’s louder, blurting his entire sentence out before you can finish yours. Your mouth freezes in an ‘o,’ and oh, Mingyu can’t believe what a dumbass he’s been for so long. How did everyone else see it but him? 

“I just. Wanted you to know. That you are the type of person. That I like.” Why can’t. He complete. A whole sentence? “Smart, funny, gorgeous….” 

You glance away from him, suddenly shy at that last word, and it just reinforces Mingyu’s point. 

Unfortunately, it does not make it any easier for him to say what he’s trying to say.

“But you’re not just my type? You’re the person I like. Hao’s right. They’re all right. I am whipped for you.” He frowns. “Damn it, I hate it when Hao’s right.” 

That makes you laugh, a quick “ha!” that makes your eyes light up, and Mingyu finds himself feeling stronger, so he doubles down. Might as well own it. 

“But he did, he got this one right. I’m down bad.” He brings your entwined hands up, clutching them in front of him, maybe pressing his luck a little, maybe laying it on thick, but it’s barely an exaggerated version of the truth if it’s not pure simple fact. 

“‘Gyu,” you groan, rolling your eyes, but there’s a twitch in the corner of your mouth that won’t cease, and it makes his heart sing. “Knock it off. I know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t think you do.” He takes a deep breath and steps forward, backing you into the wall behind you. Your hands are caught between you, and he presses the palm of yours against his chest, wondering if you feel the spike in his heartbeat when you inhale sharply. 

“Maybe you should tell me,” you say, eyes wide but voice calm, and again, he marvels at how you strike straight at the heart of the matter, and he decides he can do the same. 

“I’m telling you that I like you.”

The next few seconds are the longest in Mingyu’s life. Nothing has ever lasted this long in the history of time. Entire civilizations are built and fall within the blink of your eyelashes. You keep looking back and forth between his eyes, and he hopes that you see whatever it is you need to believe him, and tries his best to convey clearly what he feels. Even if he’s having trouble speaking his thoughts, at least his gaze can express it. 

“You like me…” 

He nods. “A lot.” Now that he’s said it out loud, it’s hitting him just how much.  

“You like me…” you start again slowly, frowning slightly, “but you don’t like it when others point that out?” 

“I just - “ Mingyu breaks off, a sharp puff of breath exploding out in frustration. How to explain it? “I didn’t like them saying it the way they did. It… it made me feel like they were calling me weak or something.” Your frown deepens and he stumbles on. “But - but that’s stupid, and I know it’s stupid. And I - I don’t care anymore.” 

He clings to your hands, a lifeboat in a sea of turmoil, the warmth of your fingers locked between his giving him hope that this isn’t going completely downhill, this sudden confession of his. It’d be just like him to ruin this with his impatience. He’s always too eager. 

“So what do you care about?” you ask, gaze burning into his. 

And then there’s you. Always so calm and direct. God, he adores you. 

“You. How you feel.” 

As soon as the words leave his lips, you lower your eyes, in the briefest of glances at his mouth, and Mingyu feels that electric shock again, tingling all the way to his fingertips. He barely breathes as he waits for you to speak.

“If you really are whipped for me,” you finally say, “you should go tell them that.” You jerk your chin in the direction of the door.

If that’s what you want, then that’s what he’ll do. Without a second’s hesitation, Mingyu spins, his hand gripping yours to pull you back into the apartment with him. 

Seokmin gawks openly as Mingyu stomps across the room. Minghao and Jeonghan exchange a glance that last night would’ve set Mingyu spiraling, but now rolls off him like water. Mingyu comes to a stop directly in front of his friends, squaring his shoulders, trying frantically to corral his thoughts into something coherent. 

But before he can open his mouth, Minghao leans forward, placing his chin in his hand. “Shhh, guys, I think the puppy’s going to speak!” 

“Hao, shut the fuck up.” 

Minghao bristles when Mingyu snaps at him. Jeonghan and Seokmin both cackle, but then Mingyu glares at the two of them, and they fall silent. He takes a deep breath. 

“I just wanted you to know that I don’t care what you guys say about me anymore, because I like YN.” 

The words spill out of him so easily, not even the tiniest nudge needed. He glances at you to find you wearing a delighted expression and his heart goes buoyant again. He decides to ride the wave. 

“They’re amazing. I’d do anything to make them smile, so if that makes me whipped, then I guess I’m fucking whipped.” 

He’s facing you now, not caring if the others can see the obvious lovestruck look in his eye as he keeps talking, not to them, but to you. Aware that they’re probably all smirking at one another, because they figured it out before he did, but he doesn’t give a single goddamn. 

“I can’t get enough of their smile. And the way they laugh. I like how sweet they are. How honest.” Mingyu can’t stop talking at this point. It’s all gotta come out. “But never mean about it. Even when it’s something you don’t want to hear. Especially when it’s something you need to hear.” 

Your hand twitches in his with every sentence he states. He squeezes back gently as his statements get louder.

“I’m not kidding when I say I’d do anything to make them smile. I’d walk the ocean floor for them. Climb a volcano and surf the lava down barefoot. Capture a star fr-”

“Oh my god, we get it, you like them!” Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “Enough with the bad poetry.” 

“Also? We know.” Minghao snorts. “No need for the dramatic announcement, it’s not news.” 

Mingyu barely hears him, too lost in the way you’re smiling at him now. Forget his earlier rankings. This smile beats all the others. Shoots directly to the top of the list, which, now that he thinks about it, he kinda wants to write down and give to you, maybe framed. Or maybe he’ll stick it on his fridge - with a heavy magnet, of course, because it’s such a long list.

He completely loses all interest in the rest of the room, even though he’s pretty sure most of the party is staring at the two of you. Instead, he finds himself hanging anxiously on the breath you take, hoping for you to say something, to give him an indication of where things stand between you now. Because he knows you’ll be straightforward and get right to the point, whatever’s on your mind. 

You step closer, close enough for him to feel your soft laugh on his lips as you give him a look that sends his pulse rocketing. You’ve never looked at him like this before.

Forget a list. He’s gonna write a whole book. 

“Come on, whipped boy. Take me home.”

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