#I’d take a chomp outta them biceps too

[reenthinks]

Inspired by this reel of Mingyu and his big, sexy back 🫶🏻

Warnings: slightly suggestive, Mingyu is shirtless, flirting, kissing 😏, hickeys 😏😏. Not proof read.

Synopsis: Mingyu is a morning person. Reader is a Mingyu person.

Criminal. It was criminal for Mingyu to look this good at 7:23 A.M in the morning. Why was he up so early on a Saturday anyways? Who bakes brownies that early? On a weekend. Then again, your boyfriend was the biggest morning person you’ve ever met. Him baking brownies at the ass crack of dawn was not so out of the ordinary.

“Good morning.” He shoots a debonair smile your way.

“It is not. I do not appreciate being woken up early on the weekend.” You walk up behind him, arms settling around his extremely slutty waist. “I don’t care if it’s because of a sexy, six foot two, shirtless man baking brownies in my kitchen.”

“Dang it. Thought I’d get a handicap.”

“Nope.” You trail kisses up his back. “You’re hot, you know that?”

He chuckles. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“What? Can’t a girl compliment her boyfriend?”

“No, no, compliment away.”

Your hands didn’t hesitate to wander. Mingyu was quite nice to look at. Nicer even, to touch. Your fingers smooth up his very toned stomach, over his chest before cupping the curve of his shoulders. Touch feather-light, descending down the rippling muscles of his back. You could swear you felt him shiver.

“Very touchy this morning, aren’t we?” He says, finally turning around so you could loop your arms around his neck. His hands come to rest on your hips.

“What can I say, you’re very touchable.” You reach up on the tips of your toes, waiting for him to close the distance.

“Mm, is that so?” He says, eyes trained on your lips as he meets you halfway.

The kiss is slow yet sloppy, borderline desperate as both of you kiss the other like they’re going to vanish if you stop. You pull his lower lip between your teeth and he groans. “How about we take this party to the sofa?”

He smiles against your lips, “Yes, and the brownies will just bake themselves.”

You scoff. He presses a couple more kisses to your lips before turning back around and spooning the batter into a baking pan. As he closes the oven door, his hands find their way onto your waist again. “I believe you said something about a party.” His hands lower to the back of your thighs and he pats them twice. You jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist and he moves to a clean part of the kitchen island, setting you down.

Your hands find his hair as he leaves wet kisses on your jaw and down your neck, sucking hickeys into your collarbones. You arch into him as his hands make their way under your shirt, sliding up and down your sides and back. Mingyu pulls you even closer, your legs tightening around his waist.

Your hands wander all over him, up and down his arms, squeezing his shoulders, sliding down his chest and stomach. He seems to like it as he lets out the occasional moan into your mouth. Your fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts and you hear his breath hitch as you pull it and it snaps against his hip.

You break apart for air, resting your forehead against his. He looks straight into your eyes, with the occasional glance down at your lips. He looks pretty; hair tousled, lips pink and slightly swollen, and a slight flush on his cheeks. You kiss him shortly, chuckling as he chases your lips when you pull apart.

Hopping off the counter, you let your pinky intertwine with his for a moment before letting go, making your way back to the bedroom.

“How about a walk once your brownies are done?”

He grins. “I’d like that.”

“Put a shirt on, sexy.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’m afraid we won’t make it far from the living room.” You wink at him before disappearing behind the bedroom door.