#being nonbinary sure is a fuck huh. i wanna both keep getting effects of t and stop getting the effects

[mere-glim]

desire to keep not taking t vs desire to grow more consistent facial hair. fight

[youngsoli]

pairing: Mingyu (svt) x reader (f/m/x)?

warning: this writing is meant for 18+ readers, assuming you’re going to read it anyways please be cautious and prepared for crude/suggestive topics

genre: suggestive, lime, mention of alcohol, dom/sub dynamic (I genuinely never know what to put here)

A/N: there is nothing in here directly stating the reader is female, other than maybe a certain piece of clothing, so if you’d like to imagine as male/nonbinary then I don’t see how it wouldn’t fit.

Mingyu was eyeing you from the bar, knowing you would get your hands on someone else. Occasionally glancing up at him, making sure your intentions were taking effect.

You weren’t new to punishments, that’s because you weren’t great at being obedient, you genuily couldn’t help being a stubborn tease, bratty at times. Turns out Mingyu is pretty soft, lucky for you nothing was too harsh, but maybe, just maybe you pushed it a little too far this time.

No touching yourself or him in any sexual manner for two and a half weeks. Needless to say, it screwed with what you were used too. You manage to refrain from whining, knowing it will only extend your punishment, but inside you never felt more needy.

[ Day 7 ]

It was the weekend, which would normally consist of heavy foreplay and fucking. You’d do almost anything just for him to touch you. Your mind fantasizing of him laying you over his lap, the idea of any other punishment became more and more appealing.

There you sat curled up on the couch, a Disney movie playing as you lazily shove popcorn into your mouth. He sat there at the kitchen table hunched over, typing away at who knows what on his laptop.

This is what the next few days consisted of, you trying to occupy your time. It sounds like it’s permanent, and it wasn’t but it sure felt like it.

You were no sex addict and it never bothered you before if he said that he didn’t feel like it or the mood wasn’t right, but now that you weren’t allowed, it’s all your mind could think about.

[ Day 14 ]

It was slowly starting to get easier, your mind wandered to that idea less and less.

Although it didn’t help that he would occasionally show off the fact he just jerked one out, not bothering to stifle his groans or locking the bathroom or bedroom door. You didn’t hesitate to give him dirty looks over it either.

If anything it started to become a positive thing, it forced you to find some new interests. This didn’t take away from the fact that you were counting down the days till it was all over and you could be free!

[ Day 16 ]

You were just riding it out at this point until he decided he wanted to watch a movie with you, and he got to choose. Not a good sign.

It wasn’t far in before the visuals and audio became erotic. Realizing what he was trying to do, you flipped the blanket off of you and stood up.

In a matter of seconds, your ass was forcibly pulled back to the couch and the blanket was thrown back over you. His hand gripped the inside of your thigh, wincing at the skin being squeezed between his fingers

“Just watch” he said in a stern voice, not even bothering to look at the pout on your face. You let out a heavy sigh, reluctantly turning your attention back to the movie.

Seven minutes left of the movie and you were horny as fuck, you could practically feel the darkening circle on your underwear, not to mention that the tent in Mingyu‘s pants was quite visible and it was a challenge to look away.

[ Day 18 ]

Finally, the last day.

You had just come back from a lengthy bike ride through the park not too far from your house. You showered up and got out just as he came home.

“You’re home early” peaking your head out from the bedroom door.

“Yeah, the studio closed early today, have yet to be told why” he called out, annoyance coating his voice.

You slip on some shorts and a tank top and head out to the living room.

“What do you wanna do tonight” he slumps down onto the couch.

“Let’s go to the bar or something, when was the last time we went out?”

His head pokes up from behind the cushions, eyebrows raised.

“Oh please, it’s not that rare I suggest these kinds of things is it?”

“Weeellllll-“ he drags out his response.

Rolling your eyes, you open the fridge to get some food in both of you before you head out.

After cleaning up and washes the dishes, you went to go change, you weren’t in the most bar appropriate clothes.

It was something you completely forgot you had, never having worn it. A strapped leather harness lay folded in the bottom corner of your.....sock drawer? No wonder you forgot about it.

It took only a few moments for an idea to cross your mind. You slid it on, checking out your figure, you would fuck yourself if you saw yourself wearing this. Slipping on a pair of distressed jeans and a fitted t-shirt, the bottom just lining the waist of your jeans.

He obviously changed somewhere else in the house because he was no longer in his work clothes, sporting a jean jacket and a worn pair of black denim.

You were quick to slip on your jacket, hoping he wouldn’t notice what was hugging you underneath, the buckles didn’t exactly lay flat with the rest of you.

You let him choose the location, not caring much for where you went, just hoping it would be bustling enough that you could take advantage of the situation.

After walking a block or two, you were glad you chose to wear a simple pair of sneakers, rather than heels. Standing outside for what felt like way longer than what it probably had been, you could feel your chest vibrating and you weren’t even inside yet, the place bustling with people.

A couple of drinks in and you not wanting to waste the night, you tugged at Mingyu’s arm hoping he’d follow you to dance.

He never said yes but you always were disappointed when he refused. Now annoyed at his stubbornness, deciding to take matters into your own hands. This one was for all the teasing.

Scanning your eyes across the random faces as you slid your way through people, looking for someone that wasn’t wholly obliterated. One caught your eye and you pulled them to an area visible enough so that you could see Mingyu and he could see you.

The one song you danced too practically every day came on and it didn’t take you long to get into your groove, not afraid to get handsy.

You just knew his hands were fisted tightly, knuckles white, eyes boring into you.

Turning yourself around and pressing yourself against the person behind you, glancing over at Mingyu, you wanted him to watch you, making uncomfortably intense eye contact with him.

Your hands curving over your body as your hands drew up above your head, lifting your t-shirt up ever so slightly, still keeping your eyes on him.

His eyes grow wide, jaw flexing, five black straps pressed up against your stomach peak out. You grinned, noticing his bottom lip being tugged at as he turns around and throws back the last of his drink.

Within a matter of seconds, he had a tight grip around your wrist, dragging you to the hallways of bathrooms. Min slammed you against the wall by your throat, the other hand behind your head.

You couldn’t help yourself, a dirty grin spread across your face.

“Oh, so this is fun for you huh?” His pupils completely blown out.

You let out a soft scoff, grabbing the side of his shirt and bunching it in your fist.

Both of you had contemplated getting your business on in the stall right beside you but opted out, the thought of hearing another couple fuck beside you wasn’t appealing.

You hadn’t even had the chance to blink before you fell through the doorwayof the apartment, not caring where your clothes landed around the house.

You were stripped fully, the only thing on your body was leather-strapped to you by buckles and rings.

You stood at the top of the stairwell, waiting for him to come around the corner.

He didn’t even look at you, his eyes immediately drawn to what you were wearing, finally seeing the full product.

He let out a heavy sigh, knowing you were going to make it that much harder for him to contain himself.

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, princess” regardless of the distance, you could see his expression become serious, but one that was familiar in these situations.

“Oh, I know exactly what I’ve gotten myself into Sir” your hand gripped the railing, trying to contain the absolute thrill rushing through you.

“Then you know it’s going to be a long night hmm?”

He was in no rush to walk up the stairs.

Although his face didn’t show it, his internal excitement was becoming more obvious through his pants.

Your tongue caressing the corner of your mouth, you walked backwards till your back pressed into the door, hand on the doorknob.

Waiting for him to approach you, it seemed like he’d grown within the last time was pressed up against you in the club. His hands slid through the straps running from your sternum to your waist, gripping them and pulling you towards him. You whimpered, being forced up onto the balls of your feet.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” you say in a softer voice, still holding onto the bratty tone.

He scoffs, throwing the door open and walking you backwards. Still a tight grip on the straps, fingers pressing into the soft flesh below your sternum.

“Don’t expect me to go easy on you” peering down into your eyes.

His leg hooking onto the door, swinging it shut.