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smileysuh · 2 years

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puppy love

🌙 staring. mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. Mingyu is stuck in the puppy love phase, he can’t get enough of you, and can’t seem to grow out of it either- luckily, as your Black Lab Hybrid, he never needs to.

cw/ tw. hybrid classism mentioned, body worship, praise, “pretty girl”, oral, fingering, insatiable Gyu, switch!Gyu, gentle choking, hybrid ear sensitivity, two givers fighting over who gets to give, clothed sex, unprotected sex, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 6.3k

🍭 aus. hybrid au, established relationship, black lab!Mingyu

☀️ mlist + an. soft boy 💕

It’s springtime, and the street is abustle with people and floral scents that capture the black lab hybrid’s attention while he waits patiently at the cafe with his best friend.

Seokmin is just as distracted by those passing by as Mingyu is, but every now and again his eyes drop to the tulips wrapped in simple newspaper that are set on the table in front of them.

“Is there a special occasion?” he asks, curiosity finally getting the better of him. “For the flowers?”

“No,” Mingyu responds, drinking the last of his coffee and eying the small present he’d picked out for you. “She just likes flowers.”

Just then, you turn the corner, coming into view, as your diligent puppy of a hybrid had known you would, and it’s as if time slows.

You’ve always been beautiful, but there’s something about the way you hold yourself in the spring- “She was why poetry was invented,” Mingyu whispers, “to describe girls like her.”

Seokmin is equally as transfixed by you- and he simply nods in agreement, eyes lingering on your form before shifting to the man next to you - your cousin, Jeonghan.

The black lab and golden retriever hybrids stand at attention for you and the man carrying your bags of shopping items-

“You would have hated it,” your cousin says to his hybrid while passing your bags over to Mingyu, “the perfume department even made me sick today.”

Your sharp smelling hybrids prefer to wait outside on days when you go shopping with your cousin, and neither Seokmin nor Mingyu mind waiting at the cafe, in fact, they have the option not to even come on these fashion outings- but they always do, because your hybrids stick to you like glue.

“I got these for you,” Mingyu says, pulling the tulips out from behind his back to present them to you.

Your cousin rolls his eyes, making a gagging noise while you wrap your arms around Mingyu’s neck and press your lips to his-

It’s been two years since your rich, hybrid activist family took in the black lab that’s taken over your life, and in those two years, Jeonghan has uttered the phrase a billion times-

“Puppy love.”

He hates it, but god damn is it cute.

Mingyu had hardly been able to keep his hands to himself during the elevator ride up to your apartment- and when the doors had opened, you’d darted out, leaving your puppy hybrid in your dust with your shopping bags in his hands-

Of course, he’d caught you just as you’d gotten to your front door, as you’d know he would.

He’s kissing you before you’re even fully inside your home, somehow managing to toss the bags down, close the door behind him, and wrap you up in his arms all in a matter of seconds.

“Mingyu-” you laugh, pulling your lips away from his so you can look at the ceiling- “my flowers-” you giggle even more when your lover responds by hiking you up higher on his hips, forcing your legs around him now while taking long steps towards the kitchen-

“We’ll get you-” he groans while pressing open mouthed kisses up your neck, “a vase-”

Your diligent lab gets you close enough to the cupboard that you can open it and remove a glass jar for the tulips, all while continuing to tease your throat with his tongue and his teeth-

“Now water,” you command him- but instead, Mingyu takes you to the island countertop in the center of your kitchen, and a moment later, your black lab hybrid is setting you down on the cool marble.

“I’ll do the rest,” he tells you, putting one hand on your throat to stop you from getting up. “I got them for you, so I'll do the rest.”

His touch is gentle as it moves down your chest, between your breasts- and then Mingyu pulls away from you, collecting the jar and the tulips.

You take a deep breath, trying to relax against the cool countertop while you watch your boyfriend’s broad shoulders- he looks so good in white dress shirts. And his fluffy ears are almost lost in the dark, pretty curls on his head-

Then there’s the way his shoulders slim down to his waist- and the dress pants that accentuate his bum- and then there’s his tail-

God, Mingyu is so fucking hot- you can’t believe the bullshit about hybrid rights-

He hardly even “looks” like a hybrid half the time- and you’ve seen him fool a few people on the street before, girls who come up to talk to him before noticing the fluffy ear tufts sticking out of his hair-

You hate the way people treat him like lesser, and you feel a pang of guilt in your stomach that prompts you to sit up. “What if I wanna put the flowers in the vase?”

Mingyu looks over his shoulder at you while the jar fills with water, a grin on his face. “Stop it,” he tuts, “let me do this for you.”

“Can I do something for you after though?” you question, leaning back on your palms, which are flat to the counter, your feet kicking absentmindedly at the air while you impatiently wait for Mingyu to come back to you.

“Something like what?” Mingyu asks, tone low and playful- but he doesn’t look back at you this time, his eyes stay focused on adjusting the Tulips into the jar he’s working on-

“Something like…” you slowly shift off of the countertop, all but leaping at Mingyu’s back to wrap your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek into his back, “Something like making you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” Mingyu tells you, turning in your arms.

“But I want to make you feel extra good,” you pout, adjusting your form so you can brush your fingers through his pretty curls, nails scratching at the base of a fuzzy ear-

Mingyu groans at the feeling, eyes closing in enjoyment while his hands find your hips to tug you closer to his front-

“You know what you could do for me?” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips that has your heart racing.

“What?” you continue to massage his right ear, peppering Mingyu’s under jaw in kisses-

“You could show me the things you bought with your cousin,” your hybrid lover says softly. “I hate that stores are too overwhelming for me to go in with you most days- and I want to see you all dolled up.”

Jeonghan has a reputation for treating family members to expensive shopping sprees, and Mingyu knows that any day with your cousin results in extra nice additions to your closet.

“Are you sure that’s all you want?” you tease, looking up at Mingyu with an endeared expression.

“It’s not everything,” Mingyu tells you, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb by your cheekbone, cupping at your face lovingly, “but it’s a start.”

“Okay then,” you give in, letting go of your boyfriend in favour of grabbing your bags from where he’d discarded them by the door, “one fashion show coming up.”

Your boyfriend picks up the vase, and you hear his soft footfalls as he follows you through the apartment to your bedroom.

“Can I put these on your desk?” he asks, narrowing in on one of the nicest locations to display the pretty flowers.

“Of course, baby,” you respond with a wave of your hand, heading into your walk in closet with your goodie bags. “You can put them anywhere you want- and I’ll just take a minute to get changed.”

“I’ll be here waiting,” Mingyu says happily, setting the flowers down before sitting on the foot of your bed.

He’s such a good, patient puppy.

You have three outfits to show Mingyu, and you decide to show the prettiest new item last, knowing that the slow build up of cuteness in each fit will drive your boyfriend wild.

When you step out of your closet, your boyfriend eagerly eats you up with his eyes, focusing on the denim that’s pulled tight across your bum-

“You look amazing,” Mingyu tells you, holding his hand out for you while continuing to look your body up and down. “Do a spin for me?” he asks once you’ve joined him by the bed, and you concede immediately.

“Do you like the jeans?” you ask, doing a little twirl for your lover.

Mingyu’s hands settle on your hips, stopping you mid-spin with your back to him, and he lets out a deep groan. “I love these jeans.”

He releases you with a light smack to your bum that has you giggling and dancing away, “Second outfit?”

“Second outfit,” he confirms. “Please tell me you don’t have like- ten.”

“Just two more, I promise… be patient” you grin, shutting yourself into the closet while you get changed again.

When you exit the closet this time, you’re in a look that’s more business and less casual; Mingyu sits up straighter, swallowing thickly.

“Wow,” he breathes, taking in the dress pants and vest shirt Jeonghan had picked out for you. “You look…”

“Gorgeous?” you suggest, allowing Mingyu to pull you between his knees again. “Perfect? Ethereal?” you continue to tease while he spins you around, but unlike last time, when he stops you with two hands on your hips, you’re facing him.

The big hybrid stands, and in that one shift he goes from looking up at you, to towering over your form.

“I was going to say,” Mingyu breathes, brushing his fingers over your collarbone to fix the simple gold heart necklace there, “you look good enough to eat.”

“Don’t I always?” you laugh, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before darting out of his grasp, “but you’ll have to wait, I have one more thing to show you.”

Your boyfriend groans in annoyance, sitting on the foot of the bed again, but he doesn’t say a word of protest-

This man would go to the end of the earth for you if you asked him to… luckily, the most you ask is for him to wait a few minutes before blowing your back out.

“You know,” you say, tugging on your third outfit, “you’re the one who wanted me to do a fashion show.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t consider the fact that I'd want to tear all the new things off of you.”

“You never consider that part,” you smile to yourself, zipping up the back of your dress. “Are you ready for the final outfit?”

“Are you ready for me to tear it off of you?” comes his quick retort, which earns your hybrid a giggle from the girl he adores most in the world.

“Only if you promise to be gentle-” you tell him, stepping out of the walk in to present yourself to your boyfriend, “it cost more than I care to admit.”

“Holy shit-” Mingyu whispers, jaw dropping as his eyes take in the pretty dress- “I mean,” he swallows thickly, “you look…” he trails off, standing and holding his hands out for you, and he shakes his head, a loss for words. “You look…” he tries again once he has you in his arms, and he touches your hands delicately-

“I look like one of Jeonghan’s dolls,” you say, referring to the girls your cousin has dated. He’s always had an eye for cutesy thing, and the poofy, tulle, baby doll dress you’re in is definitely something up Jeonghan’s alley-

But by the way Mingyu is reacting to you, literally speechless, you can see now that this style is up your boyfriend’s alley too.

“Are you going to answer me?” you tease, skin heating with embarrassment at having Mingyu’s full attention-

You’re used to having his full attention, but usually Mingyu’s big on talking, he’s big on praises and whispering sweet nothings that calm your anxious mind-

But right now, he’s quiet, and it’s not something you have any experience with.

“Baby?” you ask, trying to catch his eye while he gently prompts you to spin for him.

“Hmm?” he meets your gaze for a moment before it’s drifting back down to the dress.

“I said,” you let go of Mingyu’s hand in favour of pressing your palms flat to his shoulders, leaning up to get closer to the tall hybrid, “I look like one of Jeonghan’s dolls.”

“Prettier,” your boyfriend tells you, reaching down- in one quick motion he tosses you onto the bed, assessing your sprawled out form with hungry eyes, “so much prettier.”

“Yeah?” you tease, grabbing at the silky fabric and lifting it to expose more of your bare thighs.

“Uh huh.” Mingyu drops to his knees at the foot of the bed, and the one of his large hands clasps around your ankle. “The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he says, dragging you towards him while you squeal with delight, “so so pretty-”

“Gyu-” his name leaves your lips as he begins kissing up your calf, pulling you closer and closer-

“And look at your pretty panties-” your boyfriend groans when they’re exposed by your dress bunching at your hips. he turns and presses his face into your inner thigh, taking a deep breath- “you wore my favourites.”

He’s always had a thing for white thongs- the kind of panties you’d wear to be married in- and you don’t mind catering to his kinks-

He’d told you once that it was one thing to be able to smell how wet you are, but another to be able to see it seeping through fabric, making your panties translucent with your need for him-

“I told you, I wanted to make you feel good today,” you explain, words breathy as you try to calm your racing heart- having Mingyu this close to your pussy always has your body reacting, and a muscle in your thigh jumps, eager to close around his head-

“But I want to make you feel good,” Mingyu protests, large hands snaking up to grab your waist, dragging you the final few inches to his mouth- you an feel his hot breath through your thong and it sends a tingle through you - “You’ll let me make you feel good, right?”

“Only-” you stifle a groan when your lover presses his tongue against your panties, keeping the fabric in the way so you can feel him, but you can’t feel all of him- “only if you let me return the favour.”

“After,” Mingyu promises before tugging your thong to the side with two fingers, his lips wrapping around your clit-

“Gyu!” you gasp at the contact, reaching down to gain hold of his hair- and you brush by a fuzzy ear in the process, earning a growl that goes straight through your core- “please-”

Mingyu eats you out like no one ever has before. He licks at you like you’re the last lollipop in a world that worships candy, and he’s a hundred percent intent of getting every last bit of your sugar coating his tongue-

And the hands that anchor your hips to the bed make it impossible to wiggle away, they keep you exactly where Mingyu wants you, and he diligently works you closer and closer to an orgasm.

His long tongue prods at your entrance before pushing in, and you let out a gasp of pleasure, running your thumb over Mingyu’s ear while getting a better grip on his head-

Your motion only eggs Mingyu on, and he growls again, grinding his nose into your clit while he tongue fucks you, lapping at your walls-

“Oh my god-” you whimper, closing your eyes as your muscles tense, coiling at the oncoming high that is going to crash into you at any moment-

The man between your legs shifts suddenly, returning to your clit with a ferocity that matches the two fingers that easily slip into your wet heat-

God, the sounds of slurping fill the room-

“Mingyu!” you scream his name as your orgasm takes over, legs quivering around his head, toes curling, back arching, nails scraping against his ear-

“Fuck-” he groans, sending vibrations through your oversensitive body, earning even more whimpers of ecstasy- your sounds are like music to Mingyu, and he continues to eat you out, giving you everything he has- until you’re shaking.

Mingyu likes it when he makes you quiver from how good things feel-

He likes it when pretty little tears of pleasure roll down your cheek, leaving salty tracks he can trace with his tongue later-

When your boyfriend looks up at you, finally pulling away from your heat with a wet pop, he’s met with one of his favourite views in the whole entire world.

Your chest is heaving, eyes closed, and Mingyu knows there’s not one single thought going through that pretty little head of yours.

No, you’re big head empty- overwhelmed by the sensations running through your body- the endorphins-

And Mingyu would be lying if he said he wasn’t just as affected by your orgasm- sure, maybe not in the same way; his cock is pressing painfully hard against the front of his pants, yet to find release- but there’s something about the way your smell perfumes the room after he’s made you cum-

Your hybrid’s nose twitches, and he takes a deep breath, standing before casting his eyes to the flowers by the window momentarily.

He can smell the tulips too, and the notes of floral match the perfume you’d applied to your skin earlier, before meeting Jeonghan.

Maybe that’s why he likes springtime so much, Mingyu realizes, as he allows himself to be surrounded by scents that remind him of you.

Or maybe, it’s the cute outfits, he thinks, casting his eyes down to your body, which is still covered in the pretty little dress you’d bought-

He’d noticed the glossiness of the fabric before, but now that he’s towering over you, he can see how thin the material truly is-

Your nipples press up against the tight band that covers your chest, and Mingyu licks his lips with interest.

The bed dips when Mingyu sets one knee onto it, and your eyes finally flutter apart, looking up at him with a haziness while your mouth opens to speak-

“Mingyu?” you ask, allowing the hybrid to gently cover your body with his own, your hands grabbing at his shoulders to pull him closer-

“Yeah?” his lips find your neck, and he suckles on your sweet spot, earning a gasp of pleasure and a tug at one of his ears. “Hey,” he groans, hips grinding down against your own.

“I said I wanna make you feel good,” you remind him, continuing to play with his ear, scratching at the base-

“Not-” he moans, body quivering before he pulls away from your neck and out of your reach, “not like that.”

You look up at your boyfriend, blinking, “but-”

“We haven’t even got your dress off yet,” Mingyu reminds you, playfully swatting at the hands that attempt to grab at his ears again, “if you keep touching me like that- it’s going to be embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” you pause, cocking your head at the man who’s skin is beginning to flush a pretty pink colour-

“I don’t want to cum yet,” Mingyu says with a sigh, shifting onto his knees, “not when there’s still so much I want to do to you first-”

“Like what?” you ask, sitting up in an attempt to get closer to him-

“I really wanna take this dress off of you for starters- but at the same time-” Mingyu rolls the two of you suddenly - now he’s the one below you - and his hands find the puffy tulle of your dress, “I want to enjoy the look of you a little longer.”

“The look of me?” you grin, adjusting the way you’re straddling your lovers waist.

“Yeah,” Mingyu breathes, pulling at some of the fabric that had been pinned between your bodies. He smoothes the dress before removing his hands and simply assessing you with eyes full of adoration. “You look so pretty.”

“You keep saying that,” you tell him, running your hand up his chest before wrapping it around his neck, applying the slightest of pressures while leaning over your boyfriend, bringing your lips next to his ear, “but your dick’s still not in me.”

“You’re so-” Mingyu groans, grabbing at your waist with fingers that dig through the dress, his hips pushing up to meet your own-

“I’m so…” you trail off, waiting for him to continue.

“Insatiable,” Mingyu growls, prompting you to sit up again, your hands flat on his chest to keep your boyfriend down while you look into his lust filled eyes.

“Me?” you laugh. “You could hardly keep your hands to yourself in the elevator.”

“I have an excuse,” Mingyu tells you, brushing your hands from his form so he can sit up, cupping your face while he assesses your expression, burning it into his memory.

“An excuse?” you prompt, finding the buttons at the front of Mingyu’s shirt while you quirk an eye brow in curiosity.

“Yeah,” your hybrid swallows thickly, his own fingers pushing the puffy sleeves of your dress off your shoulders- he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your racing pulse point, and he murmurs the next words against your skin, “Puppy love.”

“A fabulous excuse,” you laugh, but the sound quickly turns into a whine when Mingyu tugs the front of your dress down just enough to get your breasts out, his lips attaching to one nipple while he captures the other between his thumb and pointer- “Gyu!”

You do what you almost always do when Mingyu hits you with sudden pleasurable stimulation- you lace your fingers through his curls, paying special attention to his ears-

The groan that leaves your boyfriend as he tears his head away from your chest has your pussy fluttering with excitement, and Mingyu narrows his eyes at you.

“Sorry, I just-”

“You like teasing me,” he states.

“You’re the one teasing me!” you insist, laughing and pushing at his shoulders.

“Am not,” Mingyu says with the same stubborn tone, capturing your wrists in one hand- which only succeeds in accentuating your breasts, which are now pushed together between your arms-

Your hybrid puppy is easily distracted, and he releases your wrists just as quickly as he’d ensnared them, mouth immediately latching onto your sensitive nipple-

“See?” you groan, doing your best to grab onto his shoulders instead of his ears- “you’re teasing me.”

“No, I’m enjoying you,” Mingyu insists, mouth hot on your skin.

With a sigh, you snake one of your hands between your bodies, grabbing at the cock pressing up against his pants-

“Hey!” Mingyu groans, gently biting at your nipple in warning.

“What? I’m enjoying you,” you tease, repeating his earlier words. “Are you sure you won’t let me make you feel good? I really want to.”

It’s the final straw, and Mingyu breaks, taking a shuddery breath to ground himself before going into motion. The large lab hybrid flips the two of you easily, and he manhandles you into a head down, ass up position in record speed.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, lifting the dress to expose your ass and the pretty thong he hadn’t bothered to get rid of when he’d eaten you out. He tears your panties down your legs next, letting them get caught at your knees before his hands smooth over the expanse of your bum.

“I want you,” comes your needy response, and you wiggle your ass at him in an effort to entice your boyfriend-

You succeed.

Even without hybrid senses, you’re able to hear Mingyu’s fly being unzipped, and you let out a pleasured hum of anticipation, relaxing your cheek against the duvet. “I want you so bad” you whisper, “so bad-”

“Now who has to be patient?” your boyfriend teases, echoing what you’d said to him earlier.

“Well, you told me you were going to rip this dress off, and I’m still wearing it,” you respond.

“Because you look so pretty in it-” Mingyu says, and you can hear the smile on his voice. “My pretty little princess-”

You should have known the puff dress would have this effect on him- your boyfriend’s always had an affinity for when you get dressed up in girly outfits- but he’s never left your cute clothes on while fucking you-

And he usually takes things much faster than this- often you’re the one reminding your insatiable boyfriend to slow down, so to have him showing control today- it feels a little… off.

Something feels different, and you can’t put your finger on it.

“Baby?” you ask, just as he presses the head of his cock against your wet entrance-

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“Better than okay,” he responds lowly, rubbing himself between your pussy lips before pressing in-

You both take shuddery breaths at the feeling, and two large hands find your waist, pulling you back to the hips that push toward you-

“Are you okay?” he asks once he’s fully sheathed in your core, his body stilling while your core adjusts to the large, familiar intrusion.

“Yeah, I just-” you’re cut off by a moan that tumbles out of you when Mingyu shifts his hips, shallowly thrusting into you- “mmm, feels so good-”

Mingyu loves that you worry about him, loves that you’ve picked up on the non verbal cues- you’re always able to read him, whether it’s sensing that his pre-rut is about to start a day early, or pointing out a change in one of his plans-

He had been planning on stripping you naked, as he’d said he would, but when you’d come out in your pretty, light pink puff dress- he’d been so struck by your beauty and when the thought, ‘is this what you’d look like on your wedding day?’ ran through Mingyu’s brain, he’d become transfixed.

He’d wanted to enjoy the sight of you, to take his time- and he hadn’t been able to find the will in himself to take the dress off of your body- no matter how much he loves your naked form-

Looking down at you now, your pretty puff dress pushed up to your waist, his cock buried deep in your cunt- all Mingyu can think, as his hips snap harder and faster- is ‘wife, wife, wife-’

A word that’s always brought conflicted emotions for the hybrid, who knows how taboo official marriage between people like him and people like you can be-

You don’t care. He knows you don’t. In fact, last year, when legislation had gone into place that finally allowed hybrid/human weddings, your family had thrown a big party, and you were more overtly happy about it than half the hybrids at the event-

Because they’d known what you hadn’t clued into-

They’d known what Mingyu knows now, as he fucks you into your mattress, fuelled by a love as big and boundless as any human’s- that regardless of a piece of paper that ‘allows’ Mingyu to get you a ring - if he wanted to - there’s still a long way to go in terms of hybrid rights and actual acceptance.

Mingyu tries not to think about this sort of thing too often, but how can he not think about making you his wife while you’re dressed like this- moaning for his cock- begging for him to go faster-

He wants to go faster- god he wants to-

He wants to hit every milestone- he wants to get you a ring, wants to get down on one knee, wants to lift you off the ground and kiss you till you’re breathless when you say yes- he wants to move out of this apartment with the money he makes working at your family’s hybrid rights focused law firm and get you a house, with a yard, where he can fuck you under the stars and plant pretty flowers to make you smile-

He wants it all, and he wants it with you.

The position he’s in, however, is a bit of a mind fuck for the hybrid. Because on one hand, with your face buried in the pillows, you can’t play with his sensitive ears, and Mingyu can almost forget about the tail that brushes by his foot every now and again, he can almost feel like a ‘normal’ guy- but on the other hand, he literally has you in doggy-

“Gyu-” you whine loudly, hands bunching up in the sheets- “I wanna see you-”

No amount of internalized hybrid shame will ever get in the way of Mingyu adhering to your needs - not when they’re so clearly verbalized - and your lover concedes, pulling out of your core and flipping you onto your back, tearing your panties off before burying himself in your wet heat once more.

You wrap your arms around Mingyu’s shoulders, pressing your lips to his in fevered, needy kisses, and your boyfriend eats up your moans.

When you tilt your head to the side, gasping for air, Mingyu moves his mouth to your neck, teeth scraping your skin-

Mingyu also doesn’t usually mark you either.

Or at least, he hasn’t since the first three months when you started taking your friendship with the black Labrador hybrid to the next step-

You stifle a groan when Mingyu adjusts your leg on his hip, spreading you out in a way that has him pushing into you even deeper-

“Gyu-” you whimper his name, “I love you-”

Your boyfriend growls against your neck, and you feel the vibration bubble from his chest, which is pressed to your own, separated by two layers of fabric you’re kicking yourself for not discarding now-

“I love you more,” Mingyu insists, cupping your face in one large hand while slanting his mouth against yours with a newfound fervor.

“Nuh uh,” you fight back, wrapping Mingyu tighter in your own embrace, “me more.”

“No,” the curly haired angel above you laughs, thrusting into you even harder to accentuate his next words, which come out as more of a growl, “me more.”

“I’m gonna-”

“Me too-”

You let out a whine as your orgasm builds, and you can’t help yourself anymore, hands flying for Mingyu’s hair, weaving in his curls and latching onto one of his ears-

Your boyfriend groans loudly, a shiver running up his body as his thrusts get as wild as ever, your bed hitting the wall noisily with each powerful motion of his hips-

He kisses you when he cums, the sweetest of sounds escaping him while your own core clamps onto his cock, milking him of everything he’s got.

You continue to toy with his left ear until Mingyu’s all but panting from the stimulation, hips coming to a stop. He pulls his mouth away from yours, looking down at you with pretty parted lips and eyes that still kind of say ‘fuck me.’

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask, cupping at your boyfriend’s face with concern. “You don’t usually mark my neck- did I do something wrong today?”

“No, of course not,” Mingyu nearly laughs at the notion, taking a deep breath and adjusting the way he’s laying on top of you- your legs refuse to let go of his hips, and he knows better than to fight you on this- post sex cuddles are a ritual, and he’s not about to run away now because he’s feeling a little insecure. “You didn’t do anything wrong-” he tells you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Mingyu loves the way you give him talking space, staying quiet to give him full reign to collect his messy thoughts.

“Seeing you in this dress just- I don’t know,” he leans, planting more open mouthed kisses on your throat that have you giggling and pushing at his chest, “it just made me think of things.”

“Things?” you prompt, playful fingers finding the buttons at the front of his shirt that you’d never actually managed to finish undoing. “Things like…”

“I don’t know,” Mingyu sighs, adjusting the pretty necklace that had fallen into the hollow of your collarbone.

“Sure you don’t,” you tease, cupping at his face again.

He won’t meet your eyes.

“Does this have anything to do with, oh, I don’t know,” you sigh, “legislation that’s gone into place in the past year or so?”

Now Mingyu looks at you, and the expression on his face tells you that you’ve made a bull’s eye.

Your heart lurches, and his name falls from your lips; “Gyu-”

“I know you’re a big fan of the new laws but-” he cuts himself off, shaking his head and looking down again, focusing on your necklace.

“But…”

“But one law doesn’t change anything,” Mingyu says finally. “Yeah, it’s legal now- legal for me to see you in a dress like this- to have you walk down the aisle- to do our vows- but people still look down on it- people still judge-”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he frowns at you.

“Yeah, so what if they judge?” you question. “A lot of them are hypocritical assholes anyways- you know as well as I do that hybrid human relationships are at an all time high- and I’m not just talking about the old way of things- I’m talking about real relationships- like ours- you can’t tell me you don’t love me-”

“It’s puppy love-” Mingyu brushes it off, as Jeonghan always does-

You laugh in shock before turning more serious, “You know it’s not though, right?”

He refuses to respond.

“Mingyu,” you say his name gently, rubbing the pad of your thumb across his cheek, “you know Jeonghan is just joking when he says puppy love- it’s a joke- because the way we feel about each other never changes- it’s stuck in the honeymoon phase.”

“The honeymoon phase,” the hybrid pressing your body into the mattress repeats.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Mingyu, I love you. My feelings aren’t ever going to change-”

“Mine aren’t either.”

“Then it’s not just puppy love, and I wish you’d be less hard on yourself.” You brush your fingers through his hair, allowing your boyfriend to rest against your neck before gently tracing the shell of his fluffy ear- which earns you a groan of pleasure and a gentle bite at your throat.

“Besides,” you continue, “in some countries, they have common law too,” you remind him. “So when places like the States and Canada passed their hybrid marriage legislation, according to common law, many of the couples, who’d already been living together as such for many years, became immediately recognized as practically married-”

“But we’re not there, we’re here.”

“All I’m saying, is that- regardless of any stupid ways the government may try to control it- there is no law that dictates love. Last year, before the new article was passed, if you’d have asked me to marry you, I still would have said yes.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh,” you insist. “They could try to throw me in jail if they wanted- but hey! The law does exist now, and trust me Gyu- it’s not going anywhere.”

“You really think so?” he asks, as the fear that the government would harshly take back the legislation with no warning and punish those who’d used it has definitely crossed his mind on numerous occasions.

“Trust me,” you repeat, looking into his eyes. “The world is changing for the better, and if you don’t want to get married ever, because of any reason, that’s okay too-”

“I do,” Mingyu blurts out, fixated on the way your expression immediately lights up.

“You do?”

“Of course-” now it’s his turn to laugh at you, “you have to know how much I’d love to marry you-”

“Then do it!” you taunt him, smiling as big as he’s ever seen you smile. “And no changing your mind like you did when you told me you were going to take off my dress, because this thing is getting very uncomfortable-”

Mingyu immediately lifts himself off of you, reaching a hand under your back to undo the zipper-

“What are you doing?” you laugh at the new spark that’s flared in your boyfriend’s eye.

“Following through,” Mingyu tells you as he removes the dress from your body, leaving you fully naked.

“Again?” you ask in shock, pussy still recovering from the pounding you’d just taken- in fact, you can feel his cum starting to drip out of you-

“Yeah,” Mingyu tears off his own shirt next, and your fingers twitch with the need to touch him, pulling him into a kiss that’s broken by the hybrid’s inability to keep from smiling. He looks down at you with brown irises that make you melt, “it’s not every day your girlfriend agrees to marry you.”

“I’ve been throwing myself at you all year waiting for this-” you protest with a laugh. “Who would have known all it would take is a near-white dress-”

Perhaps the man who’d picked it out for you… the cousin who’d watched you and your boyfriend with the fond term ‘puppy love’ on his lips… the cousin who’s closest confidant is Mingyu’s best friend.

“Jeonghan,” both you and Mingyu groan in unison, and your boyfriend looks to the dress that he’d removed from your body, sitting all pretty in a puff on the floor.

“Your cousin scares me,” Mingyu tells you, and the sentiment makes you laugh, pulling the hybrid into your embrace.

“He’s a little bit of an evil genius,” you admit, “still want to marry into the family?”

Your boyfriend smiles against your lips. “You couldn’t chase me away if you tried.”

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