#chubby mingyu

[gyuluttony]

guys imagine if his tummy was… i fear if i continue the thought ill actually explode so. but just a softer mingyu being excited to hype up the crowd and his belly spills out…

[muffinwoozi]

Can I request minwon size contrast where Mingyu is pretty big and wonwoo is his skinny little self and Mingyu gets a little insecure after he grows out of another pair of pants. Then wonwoo praises him and reminds him how much he loves his body (can be spicy or non spicy! Your choice!)

sorry this request took some time to post, i've had a stressful week at university meeting my deadlines and all but i'm back in business now woooooo! hope you enjoy <3

(just a heads up that this contains very mild angst, but it's quickly rectified by wonwoo being adorable)

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Serenity

He’s been trying for twenty minutes, but still no luck.

“Come on,” Mingyu grunts as he pulls the denim up and over his thighs. Despite his best efforts, they remain stubbornly stuck under his waistline, the zipper digging into his stomach when he makes a feeble attempt to button the pants up. He lets out a heavy, persecuted sigh and admits defeat, rolling the fabric down and tossing the jeans aside where they can’t taunt him anymore.

There was a time where his acid wash jeans had been Mingyu’s favourite pair of pants; there had also been a time where he could see his feet over his stomach. At first, his weight gain hadn’t really fazed him. A bit of healthy relationship weight has never hurt anyone, and his boyfriend Wonwoo didn’t seem to mind at all. But as the months went on, as he packed on more and more extra padding, he couldn’t help but worry that Wonwoo was just too polite to mention how big he’s gotten. Now, as he stands in front of their mirror in just his undershirt and boxers, the dread sinks in. What the hell is Wonwoo going to think when he gets home and sees his whale of a boyfriend lounging around doing nothing, the pair of jeans that fit him like a glove not too long ago crumpled up and abandoned on their bedroom floor? 

Mingyu sinks down onto their bed, scrutinising his reflection. He winces as his stomach dips down and brushes his thighs as he crosses his legs. He’s gotten chubby all over, a result of being newly self-employed, especially in his midsection. Now, if he wants to reach the cupboard behind the dining table, he has to suck everything in to get through the tight squeeze between the radiator and the chairs, has to exclusively wear slip-on shoes to save himself from the embarrassment of not being able to tie his laces, has to apologise to Wonwoo when he scoots onto his lap and realises he’s too heavy to do that anymore. He feels a sharp prick of something in his eyes, and before he can register that he’s even upset, the tears start falling thick and fast. 

He’s let himself go. He’s let himself go, and Wonwoo’s probably just looking for a reason to dump him. Mingyu doesn’t blame him. Why would someone like Wonwoo, someone as sweet and handsome and precious as his Wonwoo, put up any longer with a good-for-nothing, lazy-

“Mingyu-yah?” A soft voice calls from the hall. Mingyu freezes. He hadn’t realised how loudly he’s been crying until the silence swallows him up. “Can I come in, sweetheart?”

“I, uh-” Mingyu frantically wipes his cheeks with his palms and slides off the bed, cringing at the sensation of his thighs jiggling as he stands. “Of course.” Glancing at himself once more in the mirror, Mingyu wants to bury himself deep into his mattress and never come out. He looks awful.

The door swings open to reveal Wonwoo standing in the frame, mouth twisted down with worry and holding a box from their favourite family-owned bakery down the street. He looks as gorgeous as ever, brown hair swept neatly off his forehead and skin glowing under the warm glow of the fairy lights they have strung up around the apartment. “Mingyu-yah, what’s wrong?”

It seems like Mingyu’s attempts to appear somewhat present have failed, as they tend to do these days. Wonwoo’s eyebrows are drawn together as he places the box on top of their dresser and makes his way over to the bed. One of the legs of Mingyu’s bastard jeans almost trips him up, and when his eyes land on Mingyu’s bare legs, he seems to put two and two together.

“They, uh, they don’t really fit me anymore,” Mingyu begins, voice shaky. “I could get them on fine just last month, I don’t know what happened. Hyung, I feel so unattractive-” The dam inside his chest breaks. Wonwoo wraps an arm around his shoulders comfortingly. “I- I’ve gotten so careless. I don’t blame you if you’re not attracted to me anymore. I’ve ruined my body, and you deserve to be with someone who actually-”

“Sh, sh, sh,” Wonwoo interrupts, rubbing the expanse of Mingyu’s thick thigh soothingly. “It’s okay, you don’t have to worry about the jeans,” he says. “They don’t matter. We can buy you new ones next time we go shopping. But we really need to talk about this.”

“This?” Mingyu repeats unhelpfully. Oh god, he was right. Wonwoo’s going to be honest with him. He’s going to tell him he doesn’t find him hot anymore, and that it would be best if they go their separate-

“I think you’re beautiful, and I don’t know what I have to do to convince you to feel the same,” Wonwoo says, stroking Mingyu’s cheek. “I love you at any size, Mingyu-yah. I think you’re even cuter with the extra weight, though. When I’m stuck in the office, one of the only things that keeps me going is knowing I get to come home every day and do this.” He squishes Mingyu’s cheeks together so that his mouth pouts cartoonishly and kisses him. Mingyu feels his cheeks heat up. Wonwoo laughs softly.

Something warm and safe and fuzzy blooms in Mingyu’s chest. His breathing steadies, and all at once, the shame and self-hatred that were weighing so heavily on him just moments before melt away like his favourite ice cream on a hot day.

“I love you so much, Mingyu-yah. And I love your body.” Wonwoo frowns. “I just wish you loved it as much as I did.”

Mingyu sniffs loudly and nods. “I’ll try to. I think putting on so much weight in so little time has just shaken my confidence a bit. I just haven’t felt like myself lately.”

Wonwoo gets up to retrieve the box off the dresser, a glint in his eye when he opens it up and shows Mingyu what’s inside; three of his favourite pastries coated in his favourite toppings, the exact same pastries he’s been craving all week but has felt too ashamed to eat. “I think I have something that can help. Would you like one?”

With an enthusiastic nod, Wonwoo sits back down and gently feeds Mingyu the pastries one by one, whispering sweet nothings as he licks his lips clean. “Thank you, hyung,” Mingyu whispers as Wonwoo leans in to kiss him. "I love you so much."

"I love you even more, sweetheart. You have no idea."

[channiebelly]

chan’s enjoying life with his roommate mingyu since he handles all the cooking and it’s a nice break on him. as he expects he puts on weight but he doesn’t really expect mingyu blowing up similarly and he’s curious as to how much he’ll gain before realizing. sampling the recipes and matching how much chan eats can only accelerate how quickly he grows alongside his roommate unknowingly

i am so sorry this took so long! I hope you like it <3

ship: mingyu/chan

wordcount: .9k

tropes: mutual gaining, unintentional gaining

When Chan and Mingyu moved in together, they set up a chore distribution system. The most important part was that Mingyu would make dinner every night.

Mingyu was famed for being a good cook, and he promised Chan that he would never need to eat out again.

"I need a lot of food," Chan had warned him, jiggling his rounded belly so Mingyu would know exactly what he was referring to.

"Don't worry, I know. I'll keep you well fed."

Mingyu did. Every night there was a delicious meal set out on the table. Mingyu would split the food evenly between them and they would eat. Chan would have to consciously try and avoid moaning at the table due to how good the food was, and how creamy and oily it was. Creamy and oily were Mingyu's specialities. He would always leave the table feeling that comfortable heaviness in his belly, his skin stretching to accommodate the amount of food.

Just three weeks into living together, Chan noticed that he was gaining weight. His pants became harder to button up and his favourite tshirts started becoming skin tight. Chan didn't mind, though. He'd always liked his belly. He thought it was cute and comfortable and very sexy. So what if it got a little bigger? There was just more of him to love.

Mingyu was getting bigger too. Chan was shocked by that. He'd always been an avid gym goer and he was taller than Chan so Chan had thought that Mingyu would be able to handle eating the same amount of food as him. Mingyu's growing muffin top was proof that that wasn't true.

Mingyu liked to walk around the house shirtless, proud of his sculpted gym body, so it was easy for Chan to notice the changes that were happening. Chan didn't mention anything to Mingyu, even though it seemed like Mingyu hadn't noticed this change in his physique.

Chan watches as over the weeks and months, Mingyu's muffin top develops into a pot belly which gets pinched by the waistband of his pants, and then into a round, bloated beer belly which never seems to go away. His chest muscles stop looking so defined and the muscle there morphs into baby moobs.

As Mingyu's weight climbs and climbs, Chan contemplates whether he should mention something to Mingyu. He doesn't want to. Mingyu always looks so happy when he eats and he gets this relaxed vibe to him right after the meal's finished, as if he's enjoying the fullness in the same way that Chan does. No, Chan decides. He won't tell him. Mingyu is happy like this.

Chan decides to test Mingyu's limits, subtly, of course.

"I barely ate today, could you make some extra dinner tonight?" he asks.

"Of course," Mingyu says. Chan knew he would agree.

When Mingyu sits down for dinner, he again evenly splits the dish and they sit down to eat it. Chan celebrates to himself. His plan worked! Mingyu is eating even more of the greasy, buttery food than usual.

Chan repeats this same statement that he barely ate multiple times throughout the coming weeks, claiming that he'd just been really busy lately. Soon, he doesn't even have to ask and Mingyu is making these larger meals without Chan having to ask.

Mingyu's weight piles on even faster. Chan doesn't feel guilty because now Mingyu's after dinner glow lasts even longer. He's happier than ever.

It all comes to a head one day when Mingyu knocks on Chan's door, wearing nothing but his boxers. Chan notices how the waistband is almost stretched out as far and it can go and how Mingyu's thighs are threatening to rip the seams.

"Can I borrow some shorts?" Mingyu asks.

"Sure. Why?" Chan asks. He starts digging in his closet for a pair.

"I don't fit any of my pants anymore. They won't button. I need to go buy some new ones." He sounds miserable. Chan hands him a pair of shorts. "I got so big and I didn't even notice." He pokes a finger into his squishy side and looks sad.

"What's wrong with that?" Chan asks. "You like my belly, don't you?" He places his hand on his belly and gives it a soft shake. Mingyu always used to tell Chan how cute and cosy his belly made him look. He would tell him that under absolutely no circumstances should Chan lose weight. Chan knows that Mingyu likes his belly. Mingyu nods. "So now you have one too."

Mingyu still looks sad.

"You like eating, don't you?" Mingyu nods again, more enthusiastically this time. "And I think you look really good like this. So be happy. Now you can eat even more."

"You think I look good?" Mingyu asks.

"Yes. You're big and soft, just like a giant teddy bear. I want you to give me a big hug."

Mingyu giggles.

"Go buy yourself some new clothes, and for dinner we can get takeout."

Mingyu turns to leave. "I think I need a tshirt too," he says. Chan hands him one.

It was easier to convince Mingyu than Chan had thought. It seems like he didn't need much pushing to accept that his belly was amazing. It seems like that was always the body he was meant to have. Chan is just happy he could help get him there.

[softievante]

a request, if you're interested!

BIG mingyu finds a box of clothes that wonwoo is planning to give away. He gets curious and tries to try on one of wonwoo's shirts and its really tight on him(barely goes past his moobs). when he tries to get it off, he finds that he can't and wonwoo comes home to an embarrassed mingyu who is struggling to get it off

ANON THIS WAS SO VISIONARY OF YOU… i must confess i’m a bit vanilla when it comes to my own common writing about size, but i like to challenge myself + your req was like 🤌 hope i’ve met your expectations :3 i’ve also used it to test this try at writing about bigger boys :)

cw: (light?) humiliation (it’s consensual ok)

“the curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back” says an ancient proverb that’s more well-known for its first part. the second one usually comes as a surprise for most people, and sure gives a new perspective to the saying. curiosity wasn’t supposed to be a bad thing, nor something worth of negative consequences. knowledge should be celebrated, after all.

to change the animal in question, though, would it make a difference? let’s say, a puppy. a very curious, nosy puppy boy who was all on his fours (not for the reasons he commonly got into that position), grunting and sighing as he didn’t find what he was looking for. would he end up in trouble for such eagerness to find out about everything and anything?

mingyu was, beyond all, impatient. and it seemed the bigger he’d gotten, the more impatient he’d grew, too, always whining and demanding and pouting when he didn’t get what he wanted. right now, the small noises of frustration came from the mystery of where had his boyfriend put his new pair of jeans, bought last week when mingyu decided his then current ones were getting too snug. all clothes seem too snug when you reach third digit lbs, you know. especially when you surpass the first hundred.

so there mingyu was, on all fours, belly touching the ground as he sweated due to the effort to keep supporting his own weight. the closet wasn’t the coolest place in their apartment, which only made him more miserable.

“where the fuck is this…” he paused in the middle of cursing when he found a cardboard box where ‘DONATION’ was written. “oh.”

he pulled the box out of its place, suddenly forgotten about his pants.

it wasn’t supposed to be anything interesting, nor surprising since the purpose of those clothes being there were literally stamped on the cardboard, but somehow mingyu started to grab and inspect piece by piece, laughing at some weird t-shirts and gasping at others that he considered too cute to be thrown away.

in the process of rummaging through them, however, an idea lit up in his mind. some of them were pretty. pretty enough for mingyu to take his time examining the fabric, the striped pattern. obsessing with how small wonwoo was in comparison to him.

if he took just an instant to think about it further, he wouldn’t do it. mingyu is not the type to ponder, though, so before he can understand how disastrous his actions can be, his torso is already naked, hands gabbing excited at wonwoo’s t-shirt to pull over his head.

it looks like a crop top. and that’s being gentle. the fabric got stretched, the effort to make it enlarged enough for mingyu’s width turning it into a second skin, almost. it barely covers his fat breasts, the sleeves are suffocating his swollen arms.

curiosity gets the cat killed, and the puppy… the puppy gets stuck, breathing hard when he notices it’s tight, tight, not the common tight of his clothes. the collar hugged his neck, making him realize how extra he got everywhere.

a voice sounds from the room, “mingyu-ya?”

mingyu froze. he knew what was coming for him, and it was not flowers and chocolate.

“hey, why are you…” wonwoo stopped mid-sentence when he saw the scene in front of him. “woah.”

“i think i stretched it,” mingyu spat out like it wasn’t obvious that he had completely ruined his boyfriend’s t-shirt.

“stretched it? baby, you’re about to rip it,” wonwoo chuckled, biting the inside of his cheek as he drinks in the sight of mingyu’s enormous frame displayed like that. his belly hung over his sweatpants, full of rolls and stretch marks, his navel deep and begging for a finger inside. “how did you find these? and why were you trying them on? there’s no way they’d fit you,” wonwoo makes sure to point it out, putting his hands over the soft skin.

“i was looking for my new pants and found the box,” mingyu explained, sighing when he feels his boyfriend caressing the large area of his gut. “and i just thought it’d be fun but… but now i’m…” the words struggled to be out, until he expelled them in a sigh, “i can’t get it off.”

wonwoo’s eyes glistened in both desire and malice.

“got so fat you can’t lift your arms?”

“t-that’s not it! i can lift them alright!” mingyu raised them in retaliation, which only made things worse. everything jiggled, in a way that was almost ridiculous.

“ooh, poor thing, need help from his boyfriend to get out from the tiny, tiny shirt you stole from him?” wonwoo mocked, pinching his boyfriend’s double chin. “god, it doesn’t even cover your tits.”

mingyu flushed. there was something terribly arousing about having his overgrown, fat chest called tits. especially when said tits were being squeezed by his lover’s slender hands with no mercy.

“w-wonwoo, please…”

“please what, baby?” wonwoo teased, holding the two breasts under the tight shirt. his cold hands provoked a shiver on mingyu’s skin.

“help me… h-help me take it off,” mingyu whimpered, face violently red from embarrassment.

“what if i don’t want to?”

“p-please.”

“alright, let me just have this for a moment.”

maybe there was a time wonwoo was less shameless. currently it was not the case, so he made no ceremony before putting his mouth over mingyu’s left nipple, sucking on it like it was a very sweet source of pleasure. he did the same with the right one, encouraged by the moans his boyfriend slipped, fingers entertained between wonwoo’s hair strands.

“already worked up, big guy?” wonwoo mocked when he let go of the right tit, a sly smile on his face while he gazed at mingyu’s wrecked face, lips circled in an ‘o’ and forehead painted by a thin layer of sweat. “can’t even stand up for a few minutes to have your boyfriend suck on you?” the only response he got was a mere whine. “alright, arms up,” wonwoo commanded, finally kind enough to help mingyu out of the t-shirt.

after some struggle, they managed to roll it up and pull it off, a fit of giggles elicited from wonwoo in the process as well as cries of protest from mingyu.

wonwoo folds the t-shirt neatly, like it isn’t all funny-looking after mingyu’s try-on.

“gonna keep this in case a good opportunity to make you use it comes at hand.”

mingyu smacked his arm.

“i’m not gonna wear it again. ever.”

“we’ll see about that.”

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ butterfly ♡

♡ Pairing: personal trainer!boyfriend!mingyu x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: fluff/smut/comfort

♡ Summary: When your boyfriend leaves his phone behind after a cozy morning at home you decide to do something sweet and bring his phone to him at work but an unexpected interaction leaves you questioning yourself and if you truly deserve your place in your relationship.

♡ Word Count: 6.3k

♡ Warnings: some body image insecurities/comments about the reader's body from someone else but plenty of comfort from Mingyu for them, unprotected sex, shower sex, a lil nibbling, lots of kissing, a lil manhandling, no pulling out, a lil nipple play, pet names (baby, sweetie, good girl).

♡ A/N: This is the first fic that I've written in a long, long, long time so I'm sorry if I'm a little rusty at this. I just wanted to write something comforting and sweet for all of my chubby babes out there. I also have to thank @anyamaris for supporting me in writing this and checking in on me so much. I love youuu.

Peace. That’s all Mingyu knows when he’s around you. Even in this moment.

Lost deep in some dream he probably won’t remember, his arms wrapped around you as you snuggle against his bare chest lost in dreams of your own. He’s never felt safer. He’s never felt more at home. Wild horses couldn’t drag him away from this bed that you share together. Nor could his morning alarms that have gone ignored one after the other until his phone seemingly decided he was a lost cause and went back to sleep itself. 

How can you blame him when he was set up for failure to begin with? The sound of rain beating against the window of your 3rd story apartment, drowning out the rest of the world so that it feels as if he’s on a planet of his own. The warmth of the fluffy cotton blankets he’s been swimming in all night, protecting you both from the crisp chill of the early morning. The softness of your body pressed to his, every breath of yours so gentle and sweet. So perfectly timed with his that you’re almost dueting a lullaby, dragging him deeper and deeper into his slumber. He could stay like this all day—snoozing the hours away, blissfully unaware of the fact that he has actual responsibilities—but someone else has other plans. 

The bedroom door creaks open but only barely. Just enough for a chubby orange cat affectionately known as Jellybean to skip her way into the bedroom and fling herself onto the bed. It’s 30 minutes past breakfast time and in her mind she’s withering away. If you two sleep any longer there’ll be nothing left of her to feed. Navigating the mess of blankets, she stops right on Mingyu’s chest, close enough for her fur to tickle your cheek. The cold, pink tip of her nose nudges at Mingyu’s chin. It’s time to wake up. 

“Mingyu, stop, that tickles” you mumble, cuddling closer to him. 

Mingyu shifts in bed, reaching down to stroke your hair, “Babe, are you licking me?” 

His hand comes down onto Jellybean’s back and it occurs to him that the hair he’s feeling isn’t yours. It’s also purring. Tilting his head up, he cracks one eye open to see the hungry little face staring back at him. 

“Bean, what are you doing up here?” he giggles, petting the crown of her head so that her ears perk up. 

You let out a groan, knowing that if the kitty’s on patrol then sleepy time is over. “Come on, you can’t eat your dad.” 

Scooping her into your arms, you force yourself up in bed only for Mingyu to drag you back down. Even half asleep he’s twice as strong as you. Not that you’re complaining. 

“Where are you going?” he pouts, kissing you on the cheek, “I’m not finished with you yet.” Jellybean chirps, pressing a paw to his lips as he comes in for another kiss and Mingyu frowns like a disappointed child. Curved by a cat.

“Cut it out” you say half heartedly, a barely awake smile on your face, “Bean is hungry. Plus you have work today don’t you?” 

Mingyu’s eyes widen in shock. His heart sinks to the floor. It hits him all at once. The realization that he has no clue what time it is when he probably should. He nearly knocks the two of you off the bed as he bolts from the bed, grabbing his phone and staring in complete terror at the sight of the four missed alarms on his lockscreen. The usual glowing, honeyed tone of his skin turns pale as the panic sets in. It’s 7:45am. Work starts in 15 minutes. Fuck. 

“So I guess you’re not eating breakfast” you tease as he tears out of the room, darting to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

A few seconds later he scrambles back in, a toothbrush wedged between his pearly whites. He mumbles something, probably a comment about how you have a smart mouth and you’ll pay for it later, but you can’t take his threats seriously when he’s completely naked running around the bedroom like a chicken with its head cut off.

You try to be respectful to his current struggle, averting your eyes elsewhere, and yet they keep drifting back to the sight of his body. Those well defined arms, those abs you could spend all night running your fingertips across, an ass you could bounce a quarter off of—

Mingyu slips his underwear on, popping the toothbrush out of his mouth, “Am I a piece of meat to you?” 

You nuzzle Jellybean closer to your chest, offended at the audacity of your boyfriend to say such a thing. “Mingyu…”

Crawling back onto the bed, he brings his lips inches away from yours, a flirty grin playing on his them. “I can be a piece of meat to you if you want. I can make time. Just get the brat out of the way and…”

It’s oh so tempting but someone has to be the responsible one and, as much as you hate it, it has to be you. Stroking his cheek, you stare into the prettiest brown eyes you’ve ever seen and say words that pain you. “Not a chance. You’re already late for work.” 

Mingyu raises an eyebrow, shocked by the amount of restraint you’re showing. “If I’m already late. Why not make it later?”

His hand smooths over the blanket, massaging your plush thigh through the fabric. Now your body’s awakening in more ways than one. You dish out a light slap to his cheek, fighting off the tingle coming over you. “We’ll have time for that later but for now…work.”

Mingyu only stares back at you, devouring you with his gaze, patiently waiting for you to break but you never do. How he finds your stubbornness so annoying and so hot all at the same time is a mystery he’ll never solve. 

“Fine” he groans, giving you a toothpaste laced smooch on the lips before disappearing back into the bathroom. 

As he leaves, you let out a sigh of relief. “Close one, huh, Bean?” 

Turning the poor, starving kitty loose, you drag yourself out of bed and slip into the t-shirt thrown over the back of a nearby chair. You figure if Mingyu has to be productive then so should you. The walk to the kitchen feels eternal. You’re still yawning and rubbing your eyes when you fill Jellybean’s bowl with food, nearly losing your balance as you bend over to set it on the floor.

You consider for a brief second heading to the bathroom to get started on your morning routine but by the sound of it Mingyu’s bouncing off of the walls in there. Figuring it’s best to stay out of the way, you pop open the fridge and set out in search of a breakfast of your own. Having recently gone grocery shopping, the shelves are filled with every delicious food your heart could desire and every single dish requires you to cook. 

“Why does everything need to be cooked?” you whine, head thrown back in agony. “I don’t wanna.” 

Mingyu flies past you, grabbing his keys from the kitchen counter, “Then don’t. Order out.”

“I thought we weren’t ordering out. Saving money and all that.”

“You can use my card. Just order the food, okay?” 

You stand there in silence staring into the void, hearing him but too lost in thought to acknowledge it. The ingredients in the fridge stare back at you. A useless array of items if nothing’s done with them. Mingyu slaps you on the butt. The quickest way he knows to snap you out of it. 

“Hey!” you squeal, spinning around to slap his hand away. 

Flinging the refrigerator door closed, he pushes you up against it, sweeping you into a kiss much deeper than the last. Not as tinged in toothpaste but more minty than you’re used to still. “Order the food” he mumbles, trailing kisses down your neck, “Promise.” His hands slip beneath your shirt, delighting in the plushness of your lovehandles. He’s getting himself started again. He probably shouldn’t but he can't help it. He never can with you. 

His palms are cold, sending a chill up your spine that makes you arch into him. “I promise” you relent, knowing you’re in no position not to give in. 

Giving your body one last squeeze, he swirls his tongue around yours, snatching himself away just as you’re really getting into it. “You said ‘later’, remember?” he teases, heading for the door. 

Picking up a nearby spatula, you wind your arm back in his direction. “I could throw this at you!” Your aim is immaculate. You have full faith in your abilities. Too bad Mingyu’s shoes are on and he’s already halfway out the door by the time you make up your mind to do it or not. 

“Love you!” he shouts over his shoulder, disappearing into the hallway, leaving you defeated and too horny for 7AM in the morning. 

“Love you too” you huff, tossing the spatula back onto the counter. You’ll get him when he gets home or he’ll get you. That second one doesn’t sound so bad actually.

Sparing another glance at what’s in the fridge, you abandon any thought of financial responsibility and make your way back to the bedroom in search of your phone. Jellybean pays you no mind as you pass. Her food has been secured. You’re on your own. Turning back into your bedroom, you spot a phone at the foot of the bed. You scoop it up, flopping back down onto the bed. You nearly melt into the comfort of it, contemplating just going back to sleep and forgoing breakfast altogether but you know you can’t. You promised Mingyu afterall.

There’s just one problem. You can’t unlock your phone. Tapping in the code, you frown as the phone rejects it. It’s fine. Maybe you put it in wrong. You did just wake up. Putting the numbers in again, slower this time, you’re met with the same result. Incorrect. Then you notice it. This phone’s wider than yours and thicker too. That isn’t even your lockscreen. 

“Shit! Mingyu!”

Phone in hand, you race out of the bedroom and into the living room as fast as your legs will carry you. You push the window nearest to you open with every intent of screaming his name out at the top of your lungs—he always parks his car across the street in perfect shouting distance—but it’s no use. His car’s already gone.

Without thinking, you scurry back into the bedroom and hop into a pair of sweatpants. You pay no mind to the messy state of your hair or the mismatched rain boots that you throw on. Breathless, you race out of the door, car keys in hand, to catch up to your boyfriend. Two minutes ago you were threatening to throw a spatula at his head. Now you’re dropping everything to make sure your baby has his phone. 

Ah, romance. 

It’s not that you don’t know where your boyfriend works. 

It’s more so that you only have a vague idea of where your boyfriend works. You know that it’s some super nice gym tucked away on a quiet street downtown, somewhere in the general vicinity of a bookstore. Or was it a thrift store? A thrift store that sells books? He’s driven you past it a few times when the two of you were headed out for dinner with friends but you’ve never actually been there. Had you considered that before you left the house you might’ve just waited for him to double back for his phone but knowing your boyfriend he wouldn’t have noticed until it was too late. 

Thankfully you didn’t get yourself completely lost. You recognized a few things here and there. Not enough to keep you from wasting a half hour driving in circles but enough to find it eventually. An unintended perk of  having wasted so much time is the current absence of rain. The clouds are clearing up, tiny slivers of sunshine breaking through as you push your way into the sleek air conditioned gym.

With all its shiny silver decor and glowing white accent lights everything here feels so sterile. The aesthetic is definitely clean. Almost medical in a way. On the walls are posters with barely dressed, muscular figures posing proudly on them. Motivational words paint the bottom of them. 

No excuses. 

Work harder.

Smile. Sweat. Repeat. 

You hear the faint sound of a 2000’s pop mix streaming from speakers strung high in each corner. In the distance there’s the thud of sneakers hitting a treadmill at full speed. Clearly this playlist has someone going hard. Good for them. You can’t say that you’ve ever been a gym girl. It’s never been your thing.

Honestly, when you first met Mingyu it was one of your biggest insecurities. A personal trainer who spends all of his time at a gym and a chubby girl who doesn’t even have a membership. What could you possibly have in common? As it turns out, everything. Well, almost everything. Mingyu never made you feel weird about it but, catching your reflection in a nearby mirror, you remember why you did. 

Most of the time you feel secure. Mingyu makes sure that you do. But there are other times, like now, that you question what exactly he’s doing with you. Fresh out of bed in your house clothes, wedged between “Sweat Is Just Fat Crying” and “No Days Off”, you feel utterly unfit to be here. 

“Um, excuse me, can I help you with something?” the receptionist calls out to you. 

“I—uh—” you stutter, blinking yourself back down to earth. Straightening yourself up a bit, you shyly approach the front desk and the drop dead gorgeous girl who runs it. 

In her expensive workout gear and her high slicked back ponytail, she’s the tiniest bubbliest thing you’ve ever seen. Her name tag reads “Lexi” and truly, what else would her name be? 

“Can I help you?” she repeats, twirling a gym branded pen around her fingers. She looks at you curiously. She’s smiling from ear to ear but you can feel her judgement...or is it all in your head? 

“Yes” you manage to get out, shrinking into yourself more and more by the second, “I’m looking for Kim Mingyu.” 

“Oh!” She seems thrilled at the sound of his name, “One second.” 

Swiveling around in her chair, she picks up the phone and clicks the button for the intercom. “Mingyu to the front desk please. Mingyu to the front desk.” Hanging the phone up, she turns her attention back to you. “He’ll be up in a second. So, have you been here before?”

“Aah, no. I haven’t—”

“First timer? Slay queen. It’s never too late to make a change.”

“Well, I’m not here for—”

“You’re gonna love, Mingyu. He’s great really. He’ll have all that extra weight off of you just like that.” 

She snaps her fingers. Poof. Magic. Chubby girl be gone.

“I’m actually—”

“And don’t tell him I said this…” she leans forward to whisper, a secret between two girls, “He’s, like, super hot. If getting in shape means getting a guy like that what other motivation do you need, am I right?” 

You woke up this morning feeling so nice. Loved. Desirable. How can all of that change so quickly? 

“Baby, what are you doing here?” Mingyu asks, freeing you from the smothering confines of this conversation. He appears around one of the corners, pulling you into a bear hug, “Everything okay?” 

“Baby?”  You catch the receptionist mouthing to herself. For her it’s the shock of the year. Of the century even. 

“Mmhmm” you nod, using what minimal free space you have to hold his phone up, “You forgot this.” 

“Oh my god, thank you. You drove all the way here for me?” Mingyu’s face lights up enough to blind you to the confused expression on your new friend Lexi’s face. Almost. 

“You’re the sweetest thing ever, you know that?” he gushes, smushing your cheeks together and kissing you all over your face. 

“Gyu, cut it out, there’s people around” you giggle, wiggling in his grasp. 

After a few more kisses he turns you loose, taking his phone and shoving it down into his pocket. “Now that you’re here, you wanna come meet my coworkers?”

That wasn’t a question. It was more of a command. You wanna come meet my coworkers? You’re gonna come meet my coworkers. Taking your hand, he’s got his heart set on dragging you to the back, but you resist, putting your full weight into staying right where you are. 

“I forgot. I have some errands to run.” You’re proud of yourself for thinking quickly on your feet. 

Mingyu turns to you, confused. “Errands? What errands? I thought today was ‘bedrot’ day. You even sang the celebratory ‘bedrot’ song last night.” 

You just laugh him off, gently running your hand along his bicep. “Well, ya know, a girl can’t bedrot forever.” Looking around the gym you see another poster. Another slogan. “No days off, right?” 

Unimpressed with your regurgitation of some cliche quote you saw on the gym wall, Mingyu narrows his eyes at you, more suspicious than ever. 

“Baby, I’m serious” you say, doubling down on your lie, “I’d love to meet them but I really do have to go. Another time?” 

The thought of meeting his coworkers makes you nauseous. The idea of what they’d think of you—of you two together—is enough to make you want to evaporate. What’s even worse, despite your insecurities, is the idea of Mingyu being upset with you. You give him the puppy dog eyes, the hardest thing for him to resist, and he melts that instant. 

“It’s okay, sweetie. Do what you need to do” he smiles and relief washes over you, “They actually invited me out for drinks tonight so you can come too, right?” Mingyu looks so hopeful, so sickeningly adorable. How dare he.

You clear your throat, forcing yourself to look happy about the trap you’ve fallen into. “Right. Sure. Drinks. Tonight.” 

A delighted Mingyu gives you another hug and a quick kiss. “Good and thank you again. I owe you” he winks and you wave goodbye, watching as he heads back to work and leaves you with the unrelenting stare you’ve been trying to avoid this whole time. 

“Have a nice day” you mumble, scurrying back towards the front door. 

Something is said behind you. The stiff, uncomfortable farewell of a person who realized that they’ve just said all of the wrong things. Even if she were to apologize now it wouldn’t matter. By the time you hop back into your car you’re already spiraling. Any thoughts about grabbing breakfast are pushed to the farthest reaches of your mind. You don’t wanna eat. You certainly don’t wanna go out for drinks later. All you want is to pick up the pieces of your shattered self-confidence but they’re scattered all over the floor of that gym and there’s just no way you’re going back for them.

Bedrot?

No, couch rot, actually. You aren’t sure if that’s a thing. If not, you’re pioneering it. The queen of couch rotting. With the exception of feeding Jellybean her dinner and a few quick trips to the bathroom, you haven’t left your spot on the couch all day. It’s almost 6PM. Not that you’d know the exact time. You haven’t so much as glanced at your phone since you got in. Your only hint of the hours having passed by is the arrival of dusk quietly creeping in beyond your curtains.

Draped across the couch, you stare at the TV as scenes of a show you’re hardly watching flash on the screen. You’ve cried, you’ve slept, you’ve cried again. When you’re feeling down a couple of naps typically do the trick. They make you forget all about the problem, if only for a little bit, but how can you forget the problem when you can’t stop wondering if you’re it. Is it really such a hard thing to imagine? That Mingyu could be your boyfriend and not your trainer? Is it really such a stretch of the imagination? 

“If getting in shape means getting a guy like that what other motivation do you need, am I right?”

Does everyone think that? That to earn someone like your boyfriend you need to get in shape? Get thinner? The possibility weighs you down like an anchor, assuring that you’ll never stop drowning. Never stop wondering. 

You’ll have to come up with an excuse for tonight. Something believable. Maybe you’ll say that you aren’t feeling well. You have been lying around the house all day. Method acting is what they call it. You never did order that food. He can check his card and see that you haven’t. Even more support for the fact that you just aren’t feeling well. As much as you want to meet his coworkers, you think, mentally rehearsing your story, the alcohol would only make things worse but he should go and have fun. 

“Next time” you’ll say, “Pinky swear.” 

A new episode of your show kicks on, a wistful theme song playing as the leading actor’s faces and names fade in and out. A rose tinted sequence of beautiful faces. You close your eyes, pulling the blanket over your head. Time for another nap—maybe this will be the one that fixes it all—but there’s no time. The sound of a set of keys jingling on the other side of the door sends your lids shooting back open. The door knob turns. The curtain’s rising. You hear those familiar footsteps. It’s time for your performance, kid. Begin scene. 

“Sweetie! Are you here?” Mingyu calls out, kicking his shoes off. He scans the apartment, noticing that the only source of light is from outside and what little is provided by the TV. 

You cough weakly, sitting up on the couch, “I’m here.”

Why did you cough? Terrible acting already. No Oscar for you.. 

Mingyu leans over the back of the couch, arms thrown over your shoulders. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?” 

“No, I was just resting. I haven’t really been feeling so good today” you say, trying your hardest to look and sound the worst that you can. 

Circling around the couch, Mingyu kneels in front of you, taking your hands into his. With your eyes all red and puffy it’s an easier sell than you expected. His face twists with worry and you can’t fight the guilt brewing inside of you at the sight of him. 

“What’s going on? Are you sick? Do you need to go to the hospital?” 

“No, no. It’s not that bad” you assure him, subtly gaining strength in hopes that it’ll ease his concerns. “It’s just a stomach bug or something.” 

“Lay back down, okay?” he insists, thumbs petting the back of your hands, “I’ll go make you some soup.” 

“Mingyu, you really don’t have to” you start but he’s already guiding you back down onto the couch, hurrying into the kitchen to get some soup started for you. 

The clanking of pots and pans fills the space where any further protest from you might fit. “You just rest!” he shouts, “Let me take care of everything and don’t worry about tonight. We can always wait until you’re feeling better.”

You sink further into the couch at his words. “Until you’re feeling better” means he’ll bring it up again. It means you’ll have to fake sick every single time he mentions it but how long could you play that card before he started to get suspicious? Mingyu can only be distracted by his concern for you for so long before he suspects the truth, that you’re just trying to avoid it, and you’ll have to tell him why. 

“Mingyu, can you come here?”

Too busy raiding the fridge for ingredients, Mingyu barely hears you. “Hmm? You say something?” 

“Come here for a second, please!” 

You push yourself up on the couch, tossing the blanket aside. Mingyu’s there in a flash, ready to do whatever it is that you need. His eagerness to help you only makes you feel worse for having lied to him. You pat the cushion beside you and he takes a seat, bracing himself for whatever news you’re about to break to him. 

“Are you pregnant?” he blurts out and you clutch your chest in shock. 

“Pregnant? What? No. I’m not pregnant. Why would you think I was pregnant?” 

“Messy hair, baggy clothes, you’ve definitely been crying all day, and the ‘stomach bug’” he says, making air quotations at your fake ailment. “I know what that means, I’m not stupid.” 

Even at your lowest moment you can’t stop the laugh that escapes you at how absolutely adorable he is. “Oh, my love, I’m not pregnant.”

“Then what is? Tell me” he begs too sincerely to deny, “You know whatever it is, I’ve got your back. We’re a team, remember?” 

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you lace your fingers between his and settle into the comfort of his presence. Why are you lying to someone you don’t have to lie to? Mingyu’s your person. What is there to hide?

“You know the receptionist at the gym?” 

“Yeah, Lexi, what about her?”

“She…well…she thought I was your client.” 

“Why would she think that?” 

You pause, giving him time to process it. You can feel it when he does. His body tenses, the energy in the room shifting at the realization. 

“Did she say something to you?” he asks, standing up as if he’s ready to run back to that gym to confront her. 

You’re positive that he would. Mingyu’s probably the most gentle man you’ve ever met, you’ve rarely seen him get angry or raise his voice, but when it comes to you it’s never a problem to get a bit out of character. 

Your chest aches recalling the interaction. The casual tone of her voice. The shock on her face when he called you baby. “She was just surprised. I guess I can’t blame her. A girl like me walks into a gym asking for you and what else is she supposed to think? You’re literally built like a god and I’m built like—” 

Mingyu interrupts you on purpose, refusing to let you even attempt to put yourself down. “A goddess. You’re built like a goddess. Stand up.”

“Mingyu, no” you protest but he insists, grabbing your arms and forcing you up from the couch. Gathering the loose fabric of your t-shirt in his fists, he brings it flush against your body, defining every curve. “This body is the body of a goddess. It’s the body of the woman I love. I think it looks perfect next to mine.” Mingyu’s eyes are brimming with admiration and all he wants in this world is for you to feel it but you just hang your head, unable to meet his gaze. 

“But that’s not what other people think.”

“I don't give a shit what other people think. Look at me.” He scoops your cheeks into his hands, giving you no option other than to look at him—to accept the way he looks at you. “When we’re together I think that I can’t imagine being with any other girl. I think I’d lose my mind if I ever woke up next to anybody else. Don’t you feel that way too?”

Of course you do. That’s the silliest question he’s ever asked. You wouldn’t trade being with him for anything. It’s never even crossed your mind to question it. “I always feel like I’m right where I should be when I’m next to you, Mingyu.”

“Because you are,” he smiles, kissing the bridge of your nose, “You belong with me and nothing anyone else says could ever change that.” 

If you had any tears left to cry, even a single one to spare, you’d shed it for him and it wouldn’t be one of heartache or pain. It’d be pure love. Pure appreciation for the existence of a man who can so effortlessly fight off the fears you can’t face on your own, making them feel smaller and smaller until the only thing you can feel is his love for you. 

“I’m gonna go shower. Come with me” he says, his palm skating down your arm to take your hand in his. 

This time you don’t resist. Not when he leads you down the hall to the bathroom, humming as he flicks the light on. Not when he strips you of your clothes, slowly peeling them away until they’re nothing more than a pile of fabric at your feet. And certainly not when he wraps his arms around your naked figure, his tongue exploring your mouth as he pulls you under the warm water sprinkling from the shower head. 

And just like that you’re right back to where you were this morning. Before you walked into that gym, before the insecurities. You’re on your own planet again. Just the two of you. His soapy hands gliding along the contours of your hips. Your fingers combing through his slick, dark hair as he kisses his way down to your chin, burying his face in your neck to nip gently at your sensitive skin. You let out a whimper, your body shivering in his grasp, and Mingyu laughs, never sick of how cute you are when you make that sound. 

Your back arches, jutting your pillowy breasts forward, tempting Mingyu to take one into his hand. He can’t fight the urge to touch you. To feel the weight of it in his hand. So soft and bouncy. Your perky nipple slips eagerly between his fingers, just begging to be pinched the slightest bit. 

“Mingyu” you moan, nibbling at your bottom lip, a flash of heat hitting you so intensely you’d swear someone changed the water temperature. But no, it’s only Mingyu. It always is. 

“Do you remember what you were wearing the first day we met?” he whispers, his voice lost somewhere between lust and fluffy nostalgia. “It was really hot out that. I was walking through the park when I saw you in that crop top and those shorts…fuck…I know I shouldn’t have looked at you like that but your body was so beautiful, baby. Your belly. Your hips. Your thighs.”

Mingyu’s hands patiently glide down your figure, taking their time to indulge in the shape of you. It radiates from him—the admiration, the longing—and it has you melting. You part your lips to release another floaty moan and Mingyu’s right there, his mouth pressed to yours, hungry for the taste of it on his tongue.

“I can’t forget your face” he hums, breaking from the kiss, stars dancing in those brown eyes, “It’s my favorite thing about you. Just look at you.” One hand dances up to stroke your cheek while another dips between your legs, his fingertips ghosting your clit just enough to make you tremble. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Especially when you make faces like that.”

You don’t want to make faces. You want to look cool, calm, and collected—completely unaffected by his teasing—but it’s nothing you can help. Your body reacts to him just the way he wants it to every single time and there’s nothing you can do about it. Nothing he wants you to do about it. 

“Don’t start” you warn, playfully swatting him on the back of the head. Instinctively you wrap a leg around his waist, your actions immediately betraying your words. 

“Start?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t know what you mean. Start what?” 

Mingyu plays innocent but in the blink of an eye he sweeps you off of your feet, your back pressed to the wall and his arms tucked behind your knees. You lock your arms around his shoulders, terrified that you’re about to come crashing to the ground. 

“You can’t just pick me up like that!” 

Mingyu laughs, shifting your weight to make sure you’re secure, “I can actually. Don’t worry. All this muscle isn’t for nothing. I’ve got you.” He locks eyes with you, as serious as he’s ever been.

“I said, I’ve got you” he repeats, rocking his hips so that the head of his cock brushes your slit. You’re dripping, already clenching, and the slick warmth of you coating his tip has him licking his lips. “Just relax, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Relax? And put your full weight onto this man? You can’t. He’s out of his mind. He’s insane. He’s lifting into you and every thick, wonderfully veined inch of his cock makes you care less about how heavy you might be. The only thing on your mind is the motion of his hips, every stroke of his cock making your body sing the sweetest of songs. 

If he were honest he’d say that holding you up was harder than he thought but not because of your weight. Your walls are so velvety, hugging his length like you never want to let go. The pleasure’s almost too much. It takes everything in him to keep himself from falling apart. 

“Love you” he whispers, nibbling at your bottom lip, “Love you so much.” 

 “Love…mmph….you…aah…too” you squeak, the smile on your face making his heart skip a beat. 

Mingyu thrusts into you harder one good time just to watch your eyes roll back. Your nails dig into the tense muscles of his back but he’s too high from the feeling of you for the sting to feel anything other than good. 

“Say it again. Tell me you love me too” he demands, fingertips digging into the flesh of your thighs. 

“I love you too” you utter between sloppy kisses. 

“And you belong with me.”

He’s throbbing so deep inside of you that you’d swear you can feel it in your stomach. Your vision’s hazy. Your pulse is racing. It feels as if your very cells are vibrating. “I belong with you”. 

“That’s it. My good girl. My perfect girl” he coos, feeling you tighten around his cock. “Aww, you gonna cum, baby?” 

“Mmhmm” you whine, mindlessly riding his lap, desperate for more. 

This image of you will be burned into his mind for weeks. Legs around his waist. Pinned to the wall. Beads of water glimmering on your naked form. Clenching. Needy. Juices leaking down his cock as you cum around him, your walls spasming wildly as you take every inch. Every thrust. Every drop of him when he finally breaks, filling you until the warm white liquid’s dripping from your pretty slit. 

Are you levitating? You must be because he can’t feel himself holding you and you can’t feel yourself being held. You’re just here together floating in ecstasy. Peacefully. Effortlessly. As it should be. You can’t discern how much time has passed when Mingyu’s carefully lowering your legs, refusing to let you go until he’s sure you can stand on your own. 

“I’ve gotta get away from you” you tease, hopping out of the shower as quickly as your wobbly legs will let you, “You’re trouble.” 

Mingyu shuts the shower off, jumping out right after you to drag you back into his arms. “But you like trouble” he says, assaulting your left cheek with kisses. 

You roll your eyes and pout but you know he’s right. Any trouble you get from Mingyu is trouble you want. You couldn’t go without it. “Maybe.” Grabbing your towel, you tuck it around your body before tossing Mingyu his. “Now hurry up and get ready.”

“Get ready for…”

“I thought we were meeting your coworkers for drinks.”

Mingyu freezes, his system’s malfunctioning. He’s sure you didn’t just say what you said. “I thought you didn’t wanna go.”

“People change their minds, baby. Especially when they have boyfriends like you who make them feel like the prettiest girl in the world” you say, pinching his cheek, “I wanna be wherever you are. Unless you don’t want—”.

“Shut up, we’re going” he interrupts, “But first I gotta talk to you about something.” 

“Okay, what is it?” 

“We can’t talk about it here. It’s better if we talk in the bedroom.”

You stare at him skeptically, arms folded across your chest, “What can you talk to me about in the bedroom that we can’t talk about here?”

Mingyu lulls you into another tender kiss, sliding your towel up to massage your ass. “Get in there and I’ll show you.” 

You place your full trust in him, letting him blindly back you out of the bathroom and down the hall where your bedroom awaits, kissing you and caressing you, throwing off your entire sense of direction. It occurs to you as you cross the threshold of what you assume to be your bedroom and your towel hits the ground that you probably aren’t going out for drinks tonight. 

Chances are you’ll spend the night in instead, ending your day the way it began. Tangled in the sheets. Lost in him. Lost in each other. And that suits you just fine. You’ll see his coworkers when you see them. There’s no nervousness about it anymore. No fear. You’ve never known peace the way that you have with Mingyu. As long as you’re together everything’s as it should be and nothing can make you question that ever again. 

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AUTHORS NOTE︰ i'm too sick to finish desecration, so please take this from my drafts ( ˟◡˟ ) ― xo Raye ✽ FIC NOTES︰18+ ⋅ established relationship ⋅ pet names (babe + darling) ⋅ swearing

✽ SMUT NOTES︰ bdsm themes ⋅ big dick ⋅ choking + crying ⋅ degradation (slut + whore) ⋅ hard dom!Mingyu ⋅ mild exhibitionism ⋅ pain ⋅ rough + unprotected sex ⋅ sub!reader

His lips dropped to your neck, finally giving you a chance to breathe. Fingertips pressed into your waist, his nails leaving crescent marks as he tugged you closer in his lap. Your hands weaved into his hair, scratching against his scalp as he sucked another bruise onto your throat. As soon as a new mark bloomed over your skin, Mingyu shoved you back roughly and moved to hover over you, all his clothes somehow still intact.

"I've been waiting for this all day, babe." He smirked as his tone dripped sarcasm. "Couldn't wait to get home."

If the hour you spent naked in his lap told you anything, Mingyu could and would wait. You were a different story. His kissing and touching and teasing had gone on far too long, leaving you dishevelled and covered in a sheen of sweat, with no relief in sight.

Mingyu's hands had been everywhere on your body, clinging to your curves as he kissed and kneaded your flesh, giving special consideration to your tits and ass. He made sure to ignore where you needed him most, not even letting you sit over his thigh.

You wanted him inside you since this morning. Mingyu slowly stretching you with his big dick in your dreams had you wet and ready as soon as you woke up, his side of the bed already empty. But you were good and didn't touch. All you did was text him some details of your dream, letting him know how much he was on your mind. You sent a picture or two, just to illustrate how much you needed the help only he could give.

You really didn't think you'd end up like this, begging and pleading for him to stop his taunts and fill you up.

"I'm not teasing, I just need to make sure you can take me." He smirked, the little quirk of his lips increasing your ire. "I'm not going to be gentle, not after what you pulled today, darling."

That had you keening and twisting as he chuckled darkly. You wanted all he could give you now, and it was so much, but he was feeling petty and denying you on purpose.

"Gyu, please—I need your cock, I can take it!" Tears of frustration were pricking along your lashes. You had been turned on for too long, and Mingyu never behaved like this unless you pushed him too far.

Sighing and shaking his head, his hands worked open his fly as he chastised you. "This is your fault. If you hadn't been so fucking filthy my cock would already be splitting you open."

His harsh words had your heart and pussy fluttering with anticipation. You took in his chest and abs as he pried off his shirt, looking down to see the very visible bulge of his hard cock. Heat flared over you as Mingyu removed the last of his clothes, finally showing you his heavy and throbbing dick. It had you spreading your legs automatically, and you didn't miss the way his erection jumped or the hoarse fuck that he tried to swallow.

"Such a fucking mess. Just from thinking about my dick?"

Slapping his cock against your slit, he coated his length as he ground his hips into yours, pleased with your cries. Satisfied with your wetness, he aligned his tip with your entrance, a brutal thrust burying him in your cunt. The sting had your lips parting in a silent scream as he pulled back, giving you no time to adjust. The drag of his cock was burning and the next roll of his hips had you calling his name, clinging to him for support as he fucked you hard.

"You said you could take my cock, don't act like you don't love getting fucked rough." He grasped your hips to keep you in place.

He was never this cruel, but maybe you finally deserved it. You did ignore his warning to save it for later and sent the second photo, a close up of your soaked underwear clinging to your chubby pussy. You knew there would be consequences, but you didn't imagine this.

This was so much better.

Mingyu was still running his mouth, making sure you knew how frustrated he had been, how close his coworkers had come to seeing your surprise selfie. "This is how whores deserve to be fucked—raw and with no prep."

He was being so mean, but this was scratching an itch you didn't know you had, making your cunt pulse around him as you got closer and closer. Sobs forced themselves from your chest, the mix of pain and pleasure had you incoherent, but Mingyu understood your broken pleas.

You were begging to cum, and if your throbbing heat meant anything, you were on the edge. And Mingyu was about to let you, getting lost in your pleasure and almost forgetting his purpose, until the ring of his phone cracked his concentration.

Stilling his hips with his cock deep inside, he caught his breath as he reached for his phone, silencing your whimpers for him to continue with his palm across your throat.

"Good things come to sluts who wait."

Just as he was about to pick up, you let out a sharp ah as you bucked against him involuntarily. Mingyu squeezed tighter, cutting off your air as a warning. "Will you stay quiet if I answer this call?"

He accepted the rapid nods of your head, picking up and loosening his grip enough to let you breathe. You thought the call was going to stop him from fucking you, but you were wrong, wrong, wrong. You weren't ready for him to slide out and sink his cock back into you so suddenly.

Moaning against your will, your boyfriend muffled you with brief pressure, his icy stare sending shivers throughout your body. You had to be good, you didn't know who might be listening on the other end.

"Sorry about that, there's a lot of background noise."

Mingyu kept his fingers pressed in place, giving you another chance to behave. Canting his hips upward, the head of his cock grazed your walls just right, forcing a loud yelp past your lips that didn't last. Choking you into silence, you struggled against his grasp as he apologized and hung up, exasperated.

"You just won't listen, huh? Well neither will I." Releasing his grasp on your neck, he surveyed your red face as you coughed and inhaled shakily, his face twisting into a smile. "I'm going to fuck you like you deserve."

It didn't matter what you cried beyond that point; he ignored it all. Grunting, he slammed into your sore body, pussy raw and red from the abuse, spasming as you approached another orgasm. Tears had been free flowing since your first peak, the overstimulation almost making you yell your safe word as Mingyu ruined you.

"Take it, whore. You provoked me and cried for this cock, and now you're being ungrateful?"

That had you writhing under him, your pussy clamping down impossibly tight as you creamed around him. Mingyu's pace faltered as you let go, sucking him deeper into your heat and breaking him.

“Such a fucking slut.” Groaning wildly, his hands squeezed the fat of your thighs, forcing your legs around his waist. “I’m gonna fuck you so full, make this pussy so messy.”

A few more thrusts had Mingyu falling over you, catching himself as you felt his cum pump into you, moaning shamelessly about how he loved you and your pussy. It was a relief when you felt his dick start to soften, the sting fading when he slid himself out to admire the way his cum flowed from your spent cunt. Proud of his work, he leaned down to connect your lips, feeling you tremble.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. Are you alright, babe? Did I go to far?” His touch was instantly gentle, smoothing over the dimples on your thighs, calming you down. “Let me take care of you.”

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Masterlist

Jenna Ortega

First

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

A Case of Jealousy

Seventeen

Mingyu

Brat

Vernon

Pool Party

Scream Franchise

Chad Meeks-Martin

Found

Tara Carpenter

Found

NCT

Ten Lee

Fake

Riize

Anton Lee

Best Friend

[winterrnight]

Moletom soltinho.

Avisos: Mingyu X Personagem Original, Protagonista Plus Size, Mingyu é um namorado meio lerdinho, a prota é a safada da relação, creampie(?), eles se chamando de "mô" e "amor", Mingyu é um bom garoto, sexo sem proteção(usem camisinha cacete), Big Dick e etc.

Dulce

Ah, ele está com aquele moletom soltinho.

A garota gordinha jogada no meio do cobertor nos tons cinza e preto da cama do namorado, Mingyu, faz essa observação em seus pensamentos.

Não consegue não reparar assim que o menino sai de dentro do banheiro secando os cabelos com uma toalha branca menor, o cheirinho de seu sabonete se espalhando pelo quarto.

As pernas se roçam no automático. Mingyu ficava um tesão com aquela calça moletom, que marcava tão bem o pau generoso que tinha entre as pernas.

Sempre que via o namorado assim, saindo do banho todo cheirosinho e com o calção soltinho tinha o mesmo pensamento. Não conseguia evitar de pensar em chegar perto do garoto e mamar com vontade até onde consegui, porque Mingyu nada era nada pequeno.

Sua boquinha era pequena demais para abrigar toda a extensão grossa e longa, sempre deixava Dulce com dor na garganta depois de mamar com vontade na rola do seu amor.

E não, não que Mingyu a obrigasse. Longe disso, o seu amor era um doce com ela, Dulce que era gulosa demais. Sempre queria mais e mais, levar ele todinho, até fazer sons estranhos e as lágrimas saírem de seus olhos em abundância.

Gostava disso. Gostava de levar tudinho e ficar que nem uma putinha choramingando com pau na boca. Até conseguir ter seu rosto e boquinha todo esporrado.

A engolida da saliva na garganta é longa.

Observa Mingyu jogar sua toalha na cordinha que tinha na varanda pequena de seu quarto. Logo recebendo um sorriso do garoto ao se virar e ver os olhos de sua garota em si.

Um sorriso doce, que sempre a deixava com borboletas no estômago todinho. Desde a primeira vez que viu o garoto, que agora é todinho seu, ficou encantada pelo sorriso brilhante e caloroso que o namorado tinha em seus lábios.

E isso nunca mudaria pelo jeito. Porque estão dois anos juntos e mesmo assim, as borboletas pareciam só multiplicar.

Dulce acaricia o gatinho do namorado em seu colo uma última vez, antes de o soltar e enxotar ele rapidinho da cama, falando baixinho com o amigo peludo um "vai passear um pouquinho, floquinho, juro que vou te dar muito sachê sabor carne depois". E o gatinho vai embora, passando pela porta de madeira.

— Amor, fecha a porta e vem deitar um pouquinho comigo. Estou com saudades. — pede toda dengosa, como quem não quer nada demais.

— Tô indo, mô. — o rapaz responde, fazendo o que a namorada pede. Logo se jogando por cima dela na cama fofa, dando beijinhos pelo rosto gordinho. — Senti saudades. — confessa, arrancando mais borboletas do estômago da menina. — Não parei de pensar em você a semana toda, detesto semana de provas e seu campus ser lá na casa do caramba. Queria tanto ter ido te ver, mas não queria atrapalhar você.

— Detesto isso também. Mas já passou, agora sou todinha sua.

Dá um beijinho simples de começo, mesmo sua intenção sendo de tomar os lábios avermelhados do jeito caloroso que gosta, e que sempre leva a algo mais. No entanto, vai devagarinho, aos poucos pedindo mais liberdade.

Querendo transformar em algo mais.

Mingyu era muito inocente para namorada safada que tinha. O menino podia estar dois anos com sua garota, mas ainda não sacava as artimanhas que ela fazia quando queria transformar momentos doces em algo a mais.

As coxas grossas se abrem, fazendo o menino se enfiar ali. Deixando os íntimos tão pertinho, os lábios não se separam e ela nem deixa tal ato acontecer.

Os braços passeiam pelos ombros longos e sente vontade de gemer que nem uma gatinha no cio, porque sentir cada parte do corpo de seu homem era tão bom.

Os pés o rodeiam na cintura, o apertando e puxando para mais perto. A saia curtinha subindo totalmente, e apenas agradecendo por sempre ser precavida e fazer questão de usar roupas fáceis de subir.

O quadril rasteja no ar. Sentindo a ereção do namorado acordando por um simples beijo mais malicioso.

— ah

O gemido rouco escapou dos lábios do menino assim que sente a puxadinha em seu lábio inferior.

— Você está tão cheiroso. — diz baixinho, com os lábios ainda encostados. — Amo o cheirinho de sabonete que fica em você depois do banho.

Passeia com o nariz pela nuca do rapaz. Arrepiando os pelinhos da nuca com o ato.

— Tão cheirosinho. E sabe o que mais..?

— Hum?

Nem consegue falar direito.

— Você está um tesão com essa calça. Você só pode fazer de propósito, sabe o jeitinho que eu fico sempre que usa ela e mesmo assim... — choraminga, apertando mais as pernas na cintura do namorado, roçando a bucetinha que já se encontrava ensopada no pau já totalmente acordado.

— Desculpa.

— Desculpa nada. Você fez de propósito, só pode.

— Eu tinha esquecido disso.

— Agora não adianta. Vai ter que meter em mim. �� diz toda autoritária, do jeito que sabia que o namorado adorava.

O pau do mesmo raspando por seu clitóris por cima da calcinha não nega.

— É. Acho que sim. Desculpa o seu amor, bebê. — pede todo manhosinho, beijando o rostinho rechonchudo.

— Eu desculpo, mas... Só depois de meter bem fundinho aqui.

Os dedinhos gordinhos e curtos puxam a calcinha para o lado, deixando Mingyu ver o estado que deixou sua garota.

— Tão molhadinha.

O dedão passeia por cima do clitóris, tirando um gemido baixinho.

— Vai entrar facinho.

— Sim. Meu pau vai entrar facinho.

Dulce ao ver o namorado tão vidrado em sua bucetinha ensopada e necessitada por ela agiliza. Puxando o moletom folgado para baixo, liberando o pau que pula assim que solto.

A deixando ver o pau suculento do seu amor. 

A cabecinha rosada com pré gozo na ponta, com o mastro cheio de veias.

Isso apenas faz a boca da menina salivar, mas levaria na boquinha outra hora. Agora queria seu macho entrando e saindo sem pena de si, até gozar e o apertar dentro dela.

— Amor... — o chama, punhetando o pau com apenas uma mão, que nem conseguia fechar todinho de tão grande que era o pau do seu homem. — Vem aqui.

O chega mais perto. Levando o pau até os lábios de sua bucetinha, passando a cabeça molhadinha por suas dobras necessitadas, juntando o mel dos dois. Soltando gemidinhos manhoso ao senhor o pau raspando por seu clitóris sensível.

E Mingyu, como sempre, apenas olhava encantado. Ele adorava sua menina tomando conta de tudo, brincando com seu pau como bem desejava.

Dulce o carrega até sua entrada. Enfiando a cabecinha gorda ali e logo o tomando aos poucos,  sentindo suas paredes se expandindo e os olhos ficando úmidos.

Tão grande. Grande demais.

Nunca iria se acostumar?

— Mingyu! Mete logo. — chama sua atenção, fazendo o namorado rir do seu jeitinho autoritário até quando estava levando pau. Ou tentando, pelo menos, porque sempre precisava da ajuda do menino.

Precisava dele empurrando o resto sem pena, até bater as bolas na polpa da bunda da garota.

E o menino logo toma as rédeas. Enfiando a metade que sobrou sem pena, batendo com o colo na buceta meladinha.

E Dulce se sente fora de si. Tão cheinha.

— Mete, mô. Mete fundo.

E o rapaz faz como pedido.

Tirando choramingos manhosos dos lábios entre abertos e começando a fazer lágrimas descerem pelos olhinhos. Cada estocada forte deixando sua garota bobinha.

Porra, eu amava isso.

Mingyu me fode tão bem.

Só conseguia pensar nisso.

Cada estocada era um gemido arrancado de seus lábios. E o melhor de tudo isso era o jeitinho faminto que ele olhava para ela, comendo com o pau e os olhos o corpo delicioso e volumoso em baixo de si..

— Tira. T-tira o resto, mô.

Pede todo dengosinho. Se referindo a blusa curtinha da menina, subindo as mãos dos largos quadris até a bainha da blusinha. Liberando os peitos, e indo todo faminto até eles.

Arrancando mais choramingos de Dulce. Que sentia mais e mais excitada com o peitinho sendo chupado com tanta vontade.

— A-amor.

Bom. Bom demais.

A revirada de olhos era automática.

Cada estocada junto a chupadinha nos biquinhos eriçados fazem o orgasmo vim rápido em Dulce. Deixando ela toda bobinha no pau do seu homem.

— Tudo bem, mô? — Mingyu pergunta preocupado, parando devagar o quadril. Vendo se sua garota estava bem, porque tinha ficado tão molinha.

— Sim. Continua, eu quero dentro. — consegue falar depois de segundos. Apoiando os cotovelos na cama e se levantando como pode, guiando seu quadril até o colo de Mingyu, fazendo o garoto enfiar o pau até o fim. Desejando sentir o leitinho quente do menino a melando todinha.

E assim ela faz. Fode. Fode. Fode.

Até escutar o gemido rouco do seu garoto e cada jato de porra pintando suas paredes internas.

— Porra!

O sorriso safado e satisfeito surge instantaneamente, se deitando cansadinha com as pernas abertinhas toda melada.

Os dedos passando pelos lábios lambuzados e levando até a boca de Mingyu, que os chupa com gosto. Com o rosto todo corado e suadinho.

— Bom garoto!

[tigerhoshibby]

Smut writers can say or write the most out of pocket shit and it’s always so lovely. The way some people describe a big dick is what keeps me alive

[scoupsakakitty]

Could I please request a idolhusband mingyu x wife au? Where the wife surprises him (and svt) at practice with their children?

Family Surprise | idol!mingyu x wife!reader | fluff

The practice room was filled with heavy breathing and the faint echo of music fading into silence. Mingyu ran a hand through his damp hair, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

“Let’s take five,” S.Coups called out, clapping his hands together.

A chorus of relieved groans followed as the members dropped to the floor or grabbed their water bottles. Mingyu stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension. He loved performing, but long rehearsals like these made him miss home more than anything.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, his lips tugging into a small smile as he glanced at the lock screen—a photo of his wife and their two children from earlier that morning.

Jeonghan, who had been watching him, smirked. “You miss them already, don’t you?”

Mingyu didn’t even try to deny it. “Obviously.”

“You just saw them this morning,” Joshua pointed out, shaking his head with a chuckle.

Mingyu shrugged. “And? I miss them every second.”

The others laughed at his lovesick response, but before anyone could tease him further, the practice room door swung open.

“Appa!”

Mingyu’s head snapped up, his eyes widening at the sight of his two-year-old daughter waddling toward him with tiny, determined steps. Behind her, his wife stood with their newborn son cradled in her arms, watching the scene unfold with a soft smile.

For a moment, Mingyu could only stare in shock. Then, without thinking, he rushed forward, scooping his daughter into his arms and spinning her around.

“You’re really here?” he asked, still processing the unexpected surprise.

His wife chuckled. “You’ve been working so hard. I thought you deserved a little visit.”

Mingyu barely heard the response, too busy pressing kisses all over his daughter’s chubby cheeks as she giggled. His gaze then shifted to his newborn son, still wrapped snugly in his wife’s arms.

“And this little guy?” Mingyu gently brushed a finger over the baby’s tiny hand. “Did you miss me too, buddy?”

The rest of Seventeen, who had just processed what was happening, immediately erupted into chaos.

“Wait, what?” Seungkwan threw his hands up. “Why did no one tell us we were getting special guests today?”

“Oh my God, look at her! She’s grown so much!” DK gushed, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Let me hold her!” Dino reached out, and the toddler happily extended her arms toward her favorite uncle.

Mingyu watched in amusement as his daughter was passed around, each member taking turns doting on her. His son, meanwhile, was being held with extreme caution by Wonwoo, who studied him like he was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“She’s too cute to be Mingyu’s,” Woozi commented as he tickled the toddler’s cheeks.

Mingyu pouted. “Why does everyone say that?”

“Because it’s true,” Vernon chimed in.

Hoshi, who had been watching with a dramatic pout, sighed. “I’m jealous. Mingyu has it all—a beautiful wife, cute kids… What about the rest of us?”

Woozi didn’t miss a beat. “You could too, if you actually tried.”

The room burst into laughter as Hoshi clutched his chest, pretending to be mortally wounded.

Mingyu, still holding onto his wife’s hand, smiled as he watched his family being showered with love. No matter how exhausting work got, moments like this made everything worth it.

He turned to his wife, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple. “Thank you for this.”

She squeezed his hand in return. “You deserve it.”

Mingyu couldn’t ask for anything more. He already had everything he ever wanted—his family, his brothers, and a life filled with love.

And in this moment, that was all he needed.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ʜᴏᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ: ᴍɪɴɢʏᴜ ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!mingyu x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: smut/angst/fluff

♡ Summary: A night out with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn when his ex shows up at the same party with her heart set on getting him back. After catching her flirting with him you run off, deciding to continue your night without him but Mingyu's not letting you go so easily. He comes after you with full intentions of showing you that you're the only girl he wants and he'll do whatever it takes to prove it.

♡ Warnings: drinking, mingyu has a lil switch energy, dirty talk, some very wet oral sex (f receiving), mingyu loves your clit, tongue fucking, pussy drunk mingyu, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, spanking, scratching, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, pet names (baby, princess)

♡ A/N: Hello my darlings. This is the second entry or "track" in my Hot Girl Playlist series. This is the ✨masterlist✨ if you wanna check it out. As a chubby Mingyu biased babe I low-key had too much fun making this but, like, is that even possible? Anyways, I hope you have fun reading, my loves xoxoxo

“Bout 20 missed calls he faded. White boy wasted, Channing Tatum” - Megan thee Stallion

“Girl that man is blowing your phone up” your best friend smirks, squeezing in beside you to check herself out in the mirror. “What’d you lace your pussy with? Crack?” 

You almost snort laughing at her comment, “Shut the fuck up.”

“What?” she giggles, eyeing your phone as it vibrates on the edge of the sink, “It’s not my fault the boy’s addicted. You should answer him. You know how Min gets.”

Swiping a sultry nude gloss along the bow of your upper lip, you spare your phone a glance. It flashes a familiar name accompanied by a photo of you with the man in question. It’s a selfie from the last beach trip you took together. Your soft lips are pressed to his cheek and he’s making the cutest face, his nose scrunched up at the warmth your kiss sends rushing to his face. You vividly remember how happy the two of you were that day but right now happiness is the last thing that comes to mind when you think of him. 

Your phone stops ringing and for a moment there’s nothing. Only the muffled sound of music bleeding in from a party raging just beyond the door. And then another vibration. A text message.

Mingyu: Where are you? Did you leave? 

“He can get however he wants” you huff, shoving your phone into your purse, “He’ll get over it or he won’t. Either way.”

“Cold blooded” she teases, shaking her head, “Who knew you could be such a brat?”

A brat? You aren’t being a brat. Well, maybe a little but it’s not like you don’t have good reason to be. You know for a fact that she’d be livid if she were in your position. Five minutes. That’s how long you left Mingyu alone before his ex was all over him. You’ve never been ignorant to the possibility that he’d run into her again. They travel in the same social circles so it was bound to happen at some point. What you didn’t expect was for it to sting this much when it did. 

Your mind cruelly plays back the image of Mingyu’s ex cuddled up beside him on the couch, her fingertips at the ready to stroke his pecs through his shirt. To his credit, he did grab her by the wrist, saying something to her that you couldn’t quite make out. Whatever it was, it was clear from the look on her face that she didn’t like it, but it wasn’t until she noticed you approaching that she scurried back to where she came from.

He swore on his life that it was nothing. She’d come over flirting, he told her he had a girlfriend, and that was the end of it. But you couldn’t stop yourself from pressing him as to why she felt so comfortable coming over to begin with. Why was he just sitting there? Why didn’t he kick her clean across the room before she even managed to get that close?

Maybe that last one was a bit irrational but you were pissed. Making sense was the last thing on your mind. You walked off before he could answer, deciding that you weren’t gonna let this ruin your night out. If he wanted to stick around he had his own friends to hang with. You’d go off and do your own thing. You look way too good in this dress to let it go to waste. 

Mingyu started blowing your phone up almost immediately. Call after call with frantic texts sprinkled in between. You were positive that he must be searching every floor of this house to find you but you couldn’t be bothered to care. Not when you were busy downing shots and shaking ass on your bestie like she was your man. That distracted you from your emotions long enough but staring at your reflection in the mirror now you feel your gut twisting, a hint of sadness lingering behind your eyes. 

“I’m heading back out. You ready?” your best friend asks, heading for the door. 

You force a smile, pretending to dig through your purse for something. “I’ll be out in a sec. Meet me downstairs by the bar?”

“Fine but hurry up. I told those dudes we’d kick their asses in beer pong and I refuse to be proven wrong.”

“Because god forbid we ruin your beloved beer pong streak” you tease and she lovingly flips you off on her way out.

You keep that fake smile plastered on your face until you’re sure she’s gone and the second she is you deflate. You want so badly to keep up the facade of a girl unphased by anything but you’re phased. You’re phased so hard and nothing can change that. No amount of shots will make you forget how your heart sunk to the floor at the sight of them together.

You recall hearing that his ex was a model. She’d walked at New York Fashion Week once and made it into a few ads. By the looks of her you can believe it. It hurts to admit but the girl was gorgeous. What if, somewhere in the back of Mingyu’s mind, seeing her made him regret his decision? Your spiraling thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the bathroom door that forces you out of your own head. 

“Someone’s in here!” you shout but the door knob’s still turning. Thank god you aren’t on the toilet right now. “I said someone’s in here!”

“I heard you,” Mingyu says as he forces his way inside, slamming the door behind him.

He gives you no time to process, pinning you against the sink before you can react. Muscular arms cage you in on each side, as his dark eyes stare into yours, his gaze sharp enough to slice you to pieces.

“I’ve called you, like, 20 times. Why aren’t you answering?”

You sigh, in no mood to be interrogated, “I don’t know, Min. I haven’t really been checking my phone.”

Mingyu sucks his teeth, the veins in his arms flexing as his grip tightens around the edge of the sink. “That’s bullshit. I know you’ve been ignoring me.”

You can tell by the rosy tint of his cheeks that he’s been drinking more than he should. If you’re being honest, you have been too. The mature thing would be to wait until you’re both sober to have this conversation but that ship has sailed. 

“I haven’t been ignoring you, you’re just wasted and paranoid” you snap, seeing nothing wrong with a bit of gaslighting under the circumstances. 

“Wasted and paranoid?” he scoffs, “Projecting a little bit aren’t we?” 

“Oh, fuck you. Get off me.”

You place your hands on his chest with every intention to push him away but when he hangs his head, regret washing over his face, you can’t bring yourself to do it.

“Fuck, I’m sorry” he says through a curtain of silky dark hair, “I shouldn’t have said that. I just don’t want you to be mad at me.” 

“I don’t know how to not be mad, Min” you say, the sincerity in his voice tugging at your heartstrings, “I thought that part of your life was over.”

He rakes his fingers through his hair, meeting your eyes with a gaze that’s much softer now. “It is over. It has been for a long time. If I knew she was gonna be here we never would’ve come. That girl doesn’t mean anything to me. You’re the only one who does.”

When you turn your head away leaving a long span of silence where your words should be, he cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him. His thumb sweeps gently across your cheek and you melt like ice cream on a sunny day. You aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol or the ex thing but you’re hit with a sudden wave of emotion, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I just don’t want you to regret choosing me” you confess, your voice breaking as you fight back tears. 

Mingyu can never stand to see you cry and it breaks him to know that you might, especially over something like this. “How can I regret choosing you when you aren’t optional? It’s not her or you. It’s just you. I love you. You have to know that.” You sniffle, a tear racing over the curve of your cheek. Mingyu wipes it away, the pad of his thumb soothing the spot where it fell.

“Tell me you know that” he pleads, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, “I love you. What do I have to do for you to believe me? You want me to get down on my knees?” 

“I—” you start to speak but he’s already dropping to his knees, looking up at you with the sweetest doe eyes. “Get up off the floor.”

Mingyu rests his chin against the softness of your thighs, delighting in their warmth. “No. Not until you believe me” he says, planting tender kisses where your thighs meet, “If my word’s not good enough maybe my actions can be.” 

You snake your fingers through his hair, gently tugging his head back but his lips are drawn to your body like magnets. They’re back on you in an instant, his tongue dragging across the surface of your skin as his lips find their way to the hem of your dress. You watch with bated breath as Mingyu grabs you by the hips, gathering the fabric of your dress between his fingers. He raises it little by little, each kiss inching him closer and closer to his final destination. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, your body tingling in all the places his lips meet. 

How demure of you to ask that question when you already know the answer. You know very well why he’s pushing this skin tight black dress up over your waist, his tongue teasing the silk trim of your panties. The emotions you’re feeling tonight are enough to give you whiplash. One minute you’re storming off, the next you’re on the verge of tears, and now your pussy’s wetter than a faucet. What’s a girl to do? 

Throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, Mingyu buries his face between your thighs, his nose grazing the spot where your stiff little clit has just begun to throb. He nuzzles against it, sending faint notes of pleasure rippling through you. 

He draws in a deep breath, salivating at your scent. “You always smell so fucking good, baby” he hums, stroking the growing wet spot in your panties. “Always so wet for me too.” 

Mingyu tucks your panties to the side and you release the lightest moan at the sensation of the cool air meeting your dripping core. At the same time your nipples tighten behind the fabric of your dress and the combination leaves you purring. Your boyfriend’s not faring any better. He was hard before he got down here, just the thought of tasting you had gotten him there, but seeing your pussy be so pretty and wet has his cock pulsing against the unforgiving material of his pants. 

If only you could feel how badly he wants you—how he craves you every day in more ways than one—maybe then you wouldn’t question his devotion. When you wouldn’t answer his calls he swore up and down that he wouldn’t just let you get away with it only to fold for you in under a minute. He’s quite literally on his knees for you but there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. 

“Aah, Min…” you whine when he plunges a finger into your warmth. 

Your purse tumbles to the ground, the contents spilling across the tile floor as you prop your elbows back up against the sink. A clumsy attempt at keeping your trembling body from giving out on you. It’s mind blowing how just one finger can feel this good. How such delicate strokes can make your walls clench so tightly. 

“You want more?” Mingyu asks, glancing up to you. He already has the next finger at the ready, ghosting your slit. You rock your hips towards that sickeningly handsome face of his and he sticks his tongue out, letting it glide over your clit. “Use your words, princess. I need you to say it. You want one more?” He introduces a third, stretching you open just enough to tease you with them. “Two more?” 

Your pussy’s aching, your walls fluttering wildly, doing everything to draw him in. You part your lips and the sexiest, neediest voice comes out. “Mmm, two more. Please, Min.”

Mingyu smiles, giving you exactly what you asked for. You were so polite with it. How could he ever deny you? It takes little effort on his part to guide the other two into you. Your pussy’s so eager that it sucks them right up, your juices saturating his fingers so that every movement makes a delicious squelching sound. It’d be a nice form of payback to toy with you for a while—make you beg for his attention after denying him of yours for the past hour—but that’d be torturing himself too. The taste of your clit lingers on his tongue and he knows that if he doesn’t have more he’ll go insane. 

His mouth crashes into you, his tongue hungrily lapping at your pussy like it’s the first thing he’s had all night. It may not be the first thing but it’s hands down the best. The satisfied groans he makes while circling your clit do more than enough to tell you so. It’s hard to keep yourself upright when he’s eating you out like this, his fingers drilling into you, stretching you so perfectly that your thigh’s quaking on his shoulder. You press your lips together, doing your best to keep quiet, but Mingyu will have none of that. He knows exactly where your sweet spot is and he hits it every time, destroying any chance you have at being quiet. 

“Don’t hold back, baby” he coos, pulling back to show you a face drenched in your juices, “I wanna hear all those pretty moans while you come on my face.” 

Slipping his fingers out of you, Mingyu grips your hips, lifting you onto the counter like it’s nothing. It stings when your plush ass hits the polished marble but there’s no time to process if there’s truly any pain. Mingyu’s hands are on your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the counter and spreading your legs wide. He dives back in, his tongue filling the space where his fingers once were. With one hand full of your soft belly, he uses the other to play with your clit, pressing down on the bud as his tongue rides the ridges of your walls.

You let your moans flow freely, all of the shyness leaving your body the moment his tongue enters it. You catch yourself feeling light headed and you know for sure this time that it isn’t the alcohol. Your hips stutter and Mingyu locks eyes with you, both of you knowing how dangerously close you are to your high. He moves faster—messier—slurping you down. You extend a shaky hand between your legs, lovingly petting his cheek as he pushes you to the brink. 

He locks his arms around your thighs, forcing you to stay in place while you squirt down his throat. Your body twists in his grip but it’s no match for his strength. You can’t run from this. He wants you to feel it and fuck do you feel it. Your vision goes blurry and you swear you go deaf for a minute. By the time you’re coming down you aren’t even sure which planet you’re on.

Mingyu takes his time standing up, getting his last few licks in as he rises. He’s so drunk off of your pussy that the room’s spinning a bit when he comes up. He clings to the counter for support, his lips glistening with your cum as he stands over you looking like he wants more. Sitting up, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in for a sloppy, breathless kiss that tastes entirely of you. 

“You said you love me, Min?” you whisper between his lips. You sneak a hand between the two of you, rolling your palm against his bulge. 

Mingyu nods, moaning as he leans into your touch, “Mmhmm, love you so much.”

Popping the button on his jeans open, you slide the zipper down, dipping a hand into his boxers to stroke his length. “Then fuck me like you do.”

Your words are like gasoline to a flame that’s been raging inside of him since he planted that first kiss on your thigh. You’ve barely even finished your sentence when he’s sliding you off the counter, the back of your dress bunched up in his hand as he bends you over the sink. 

“Ooh, someone’s excited” you giggle, squealing as he snatches your panties down hard enough to make them rip. “I hope you know you’re buying me new ones.” 

You poke your ass out and he gives it a harsh slap just to watch it jiggle. “Keep being this cute and I’ll buy you whatever you want.” 

“In that case, I did see some shoes I liked the other day and…aaah” 

Mingyu rubs the tip of his cock against your entrance and you’re dizzier than you've ever been. He’s not even in yet, just barely stretching you open, but you’re so sensitive from your last orgasm that a light breeze could make you shiver.

Mingyu’s eyes flit back and forth between two visions he wishes he could burn into his brain. First there’s the reflection of you in the mirror, so pretty your bottom lip wedged between your teeth, hips rocking as he presses into you. And then there’s that glorious space between your legs, so creamy and warm, trickling juices with every inch it’s fed. The whimper that escapes him when he bottoms out makes you clamp down on him, his cock twitching in your core, his arousal slicking your walls. 

Grabbing your ass cheeks, he spreads you open, stretching you wider. “You know who this cock belongs to. Don’t you, baby?” 

“I…I don’t know” you tease, “Is it mine?” 

Mingyu draws back a bit, thrusting into you so that your lush breasts bounce from the impact. “You tell me.” He pulls back again, his hips snapping into you even rougher. “Does it feel like it’s yours?”

“Aah, fuck, yes it’s mine” you moan, heels scraping against the tile as your back arches.

He rewards a good answer with an increase in pace, each stroke faster than the last. If Mingyu had to compare being inside you to any feeling in the world he wouldn’t be able to do it. His brain can’t grasp a single thing on this planet that can even come close to this. You could stimulate all his senses at one time, flood them with every pleasure known to man, and it’d still be nothing compared to you.

In the midst of your own bliss you catch glimpses of him behind you, fucking you like it’s all he was ever made for. He’s ready to unravel over you and the knowledge of what you’re doing to him only heightens what you feel. 

“Love you, Min” you whisper back at him, properly returning his affection for the first time tonight. You say it like you mean it. Your insecurities wilting away to leave nothing but pure admiration for the man who loves you. 

It hits Mingyu hard, the pressure inside of him reaching its peak. He clenches his teeth, nails scraping along the swollen flesh of your ass. He’s holding back so hard that it hurts, refusing to let himself reach his high before you do. 

Reaching behind you, you gently stroke the back of his hand, “Come for me, mmph, wanna feel you.” 

Your voice rings in his ears, making him lose any shred of sanity he had left. Hot ropes of cum spurt from the head of his cock, hitting you right where it needs to and you’re falling apart right along with him. Mingyu doesn’t let up on you, the juices spilling from your walls only making him want you more. No matter how messy—how sticky, how wet—he wants every bit of you until there’s nothing left. 

“Fuck, I think I’m dying” he gasps, his heart pounding as he peels himself away from you. He’s only halfway through fixing his pants when his balance gives out and he slumps to the floor. 

You turn around to find him sitting there, your own limbs barely keeping you up. “You’re not dying. You’re just dehydrated. Want some water?”

Lugging yourself over to him, you collapse onto his lap and he doesn’t hesitate to take you into his arms. You rest your head on his shoulder and he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. 

“No thank you. I already have what I want” he smiles, kissing your inner wrist. 

You want to scold him—tell him that no, actually he does need some water—but you let it go. Choosing instead to enjoy the warmth of being in his arms as his kisses make their way from your wrist to your fingertips. Mingyu worships you, honestly and truly, and it’s about time you just let him. 

[monamipencil]

───── “imperfections?”

               ⋆˚｡ or, in which svt appreciates your beauty.

pairings; maknae line x reader, established relationship. | a/n; sorry that this took so long! the creative juices vanished. but i hope this provides to comfort to anyone who needs it! again, pls be kind to yourself and love yourself, just a bit more today <3 | [ check out hyung line ! ]

⋆ MINGHAO ⏤ hands; minghao fell in love when he saw you peeling tangerines for him. most would call it the bare minimum, but it is another thing to be on the receiving end of it. he takes your hands in his, kissing your knuckles, the back of your hand, your fingertips and your palm. he will never let go of your hands, and he always finds a way to hold them. he shifts the all the grocery bags to one of his hands, so that he could hold yours with the other. his fingers trace the creases and crooks of your hand, memorizing them like a prayer. it doesn't whether your hands are short, long, chubby or skinny. what matters is the love they hold in them.

⋆ MINGYU ⏤ tummy; there's a certain happiness that blooms in his heart when he notices you've gained weight. it's both an affirmation of his culinary skills and his love for you. his large hand lays gently on your bloated stomach, thumb caressing the skin beneath. he sometimes loves to lay on your tummy as well, and lull to sleep to the faint sound of your heart beat. his hands always find your stomach, making a home for it within his hands. he frowns, when you try to hide yourself. he assures with you a kiss to your belly and the next you find a note from him. “oh, muse of the ancient Grecians, what I would do to carve your curves on marble, and in my heart that belongs to you.”

⋆ SEOKMIN ⏤ thighs; his hands are molded to the soft curves of your body. a warm feeling vines from your chest, seeping through out your body when he touches the soft flesh of your thighs. whether it's when he's driving, he's making love to you, it makes you feel loved. a furrow nestles between his brows and his beautiful lips pull down when you express your dislike for them. he listens to you and responds that he finds them beautiful and that he wishes you can see yourself from his eyes. his head lays on your lap, heavy with worries and sorrows. only the soft plush of your thighs can provide him comfort. he nestles on your thighs, content with the solace they can provide him.

⋆ SEUNGKWAN ⏤ freckles; angel-kissed skin, diamonds painted on your skin with colors spilled by the universe. seungkwan's hands ache to touch your skin, and trace the tiny specks littered all over it. the gentlest of his kisses are reserved for your freckles. the brush of his lips, and the tender adoration swirling in his eyes is enough to lift any insecurity. even during cuddles, his hands find purchase on the freckles. a lone finger tracing each and every speck of it. the first time he realised he's in love with you was when he looked up at the night sky. but all he could think of was you, stars littered on the vast canvas of the sky. after all, what's a night sky without stars?

⋆ VERNON ⏤ chest; now, he adores you. he loves you, your mind and your heart. he cannot bear the blame for the fact that your breasts are in front of your heart. and who could blame him anyway? his ear presses into your chest after a long day. the rhythm of your heart serves as a lullaby, making slumber creep upon his bones. his hands are somehow, always, under your shirt. they fondle, squeeze and trace your breasts. vernon doesn't care whether your breasts are big or small. he simply loves them. after all, they make home for him in all ways he thinks he doesn't deserve. but you know better, he has a home inside your heart, anyway.

⋆ CHAN ⏤ height; his heart skips a beat every time he has to look up to meet your eyes. he leans his head on your shoulders, content with how easily your bodies fit together. your hand around his shoulders gives him all the comfort he ever needs. you don't have to voice out your insecurities for chan to hear them. he sees it in the ways you make yourself smaller, a bit more “acceptable.” that's why he always makes sure to let you know that he loves you just the way you are. you don't need to take up smaller space when you deserve all the big things. you don't have to fit in any beauty standards. you fit in his hands and in the nooks and crooks of his heart. that's all that matters.

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia @dokyeomkyeom @bangantokchy

@asyre @armycarat2612 @bewoyewo @gyuguys @embrace-themagic

@aaniag @nurihihi (send an ask to be on the taglist!)

[bangchanbabygirlx]

mingyu x chubby reader headcanons

worshiping you isn’t just a hobby for him, it’s a lifestyle

buys you low waisted loungewear and you’re like why and he’s like i want access to your tummy 🥺

likes to have a hand on you at all times, not even in a possessive way, you just make him feel safe

sleeps one of two ways: his whole body wrapped around yours like a boa constrictor or his whole body sprawled on top of yours like a 200 pound weighted blanket

literally doesn’t know what you’re talking about when you get insecure bc you’re the hottest person alive to him

but regardless of what he thinks, he always lets you feel your feelings and does his best to assuage your worries

obsessed with your body, took up painting so he could portray the curves, took up sculpting so he could portray the softness, you are his muse

will physically fight anyone who says anything bad about you, no matter what it is or who they are

bc you’re his sweet baby angel and he adores you

lovesss when you baby him though

like when you cook for him and tuck his hair behind his ear and rub his back until he falls asleep and let him be the little spoon and take him on cutie little dates

very passionate giver during sex, always puts your wants and needs before his (to the point where he came in two minutes the first time he ever let you blow him)

[thedensworld]

Chill Dad | K.Mg

Pairing: Mingyu x reader

Genre: fluff, parent au

Summary: Mingyu always wanted to be the chill and cool dad for his kids, however the world don't let him.

Mingyu remembered the exact moment he fell to his knees upon hearing the news—you were pregnant. After years of waiting, his dream of becoming a father was finally coming true. Boy or girl, it didn’t matter to him. But, as if fate had a plan, he was blessed with both—a beautiful baby girl and a baby boy. God had granted him twins. The day they were born, his heart nearly burst with pride. He named them Kim Kayi and Kim Kiha, and from that moment on, they became the center of his world.

Mingyu loved nothing more than showing off his babies. When the twins were just a month old, he threw a house party, eager to introduce them to everyone he knew. In his big arms, he proudly held Kayi and Kiha, beaming with pride as he introduced his friends and family to “the cutest babies in the world.” He wasn’t just saying that because they were his blood; they truly were the cutest—at least in his eyes. He adored every inch of them, from their tiny fingers to their chubby cheeks.

But, as the years passed, those adorable babies grew into spirited four-year-olds, and with that came the inevitable challenge: rebellion. Despite their cuteness, Kayi and Kiha had quickly learned how to test their father’s patience.

“I don’t want it!” Kayi’s small voice rang out defiantly one evening, her lips firmly pressed together as she refused to eat the vegetables on her plate.

Mingyu sighed, sitting across from her at the dining table, while you, seated on his left, were busy helping Kiha with his meal. Gently, he placed a carrot on Kayi’s fork and handed it to her again, hoping for cooperation. But with a little too much force, she pushed it back onto the plate.

“Kim Kayi…” His voice rose a few decibels, a warning in his tone.

You intervened softly, your voice a balm to his frustration. “Kayi, that’s okay. Just finish your meat, and then we can have your favorite fruit for dessert,” you said, standing to clean the small mess Kayi had made. Your other hand gently rubbed Mingyu’s back, calming him.

Another day, it was Kiha’s turn to test his father’s patience. “Kiha, we’re late, come here!” Mingyu called out, clothes in hand, as his son stubbornly refused to get dressed for an event. His small body was still glued to the floor, protesting.

“I don’t want to go…” Kiha mumbled.

“Mom and Kayi are waiting, everyone’s waiting,” Mingyu said with urgency, trying to reason with his son. “You shouldn’t be like this!”

When you walked into the room and saw the scene, Mingyu sighed in exasperation. “He refuses to wear anything,” he explained, shaking his head.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked gently, kneeling down to Kiha’s level and pulling him into a warm embrace. The two of you shared a quiet conversation that Mingyu couldn’t quite hear. Before long, you turned to him with a smile.

“Why don’t you and Kayi go ahead to the event? Kiha and I will stay home today,” you suggested softly, rubbing Kiha’s back as he clung to your neck.

Mingyu frowned. “Why?”

You smiled and gave Kiha a reassuring squeeze. “Kiha doesn’t want to go today. That’s okay, love. We’ll wait here for you.”

Though these moments tested Mingyu’s patience, he had a very healthy relationship with his kids. He adored them, and they adored him right back. Still, parenting during this rebellious phase often left him stressed, struggling to be the cool and chill dad he had once dreamed of being.

Later that evening, after the kids were finally asleep, Mingyu climbed into bed, visibly worn out. “You really need to stop spoiling the twins, love,” he said as he lay beside you.

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “I don’t spoil them.”

Mingyu shook his head. “You let them get away with everything. That’s why they fight me on everything I ask them to do.”

You let out a soft laugh, recalling the five rounds of dance battles you’d just had with the kids before bedtime. “They’re just babies, love. They’re supposed to be spoiled.”

“They’re babies, yes, but there are still rules in this house,” he said, his tone exasperated. “I’m exhausted, and I swear they still had energy left even after I forced them to close their eyes. But eventually, they passed out.”

He sighed. “And earlier tonight, Kiha said he doesn’t want to go to daycare tomorrow. He wants to stay with you.”

You nodded. “Then I’ll take him to work with me.”

Mingyu gasped dramatically, yanking the duvet over himself. “See! This is exactly what I mean. You’re spoiling them too much! And don’t think I forgot about the ice cream yesterday—you got them ice cream without telling me!”

You giggled, guilt evident on your face. “I’m sorry… They were so cute; I couldn’t say no!”

You snuggled closer to him, kissing his neck softly. “You’re an amazing father, Love. You’re doing such a great job. Trust me.”

He turned toward you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I know…” He smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

“Is this your way of telling me you want another kid?” Mingyu teased as he hovered over you, kissing you again.l

You grinned up at him. “Maybe…”

*

The next morning began like any other—filled with the usual whirlwind of activity as Kayi and Kiha ran around the house, their laughter echoing through the halls. You were busy getting breakfast ready, while Mingyu tried to wrangle the twins into their clothes.

“Kayi, Kiha, come on! We’re going to be late,” Mingyu called out, his tone growing sharper as the twins continued to ignore him, engrossed in their game of chase.

You glanced over, noticing the tension in his shoulders. “I’ll handle Kiha,” you offered, but before you could move, Mingyu sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“No, I’ve got it,” he muttered, though the strain in his voice was clear.

The twins, oblivious to their father’s growing frustration, continued to run around, giggling as they eluded his grasp. Mingyu managed to catch Kayi, but Kiha slipped away, squealing with laughter.

“Kiha! Get over here, now!” Mingyu snapped, his patience fraying. When Kiha only giggled in response, Mingyu slammed his hand down on the counter. “I said, now!”

The sudden loud noise made Kiha freeze, his smile fading as he stared at Mingyu with wide eyes. Kayi, still in Mingyu’s arms, shrunk back, her playful energy draining away. You watched the shift in the atmosphere, your heart sinking.

“Babe…” you began softly, but he shook his head, setting Kayi down a little too abruptly.

“I can’t do this right now,” he muttered, his voice tight with frustration. “Every day it’s a fight. I’m just trying to get them dressed, and they act like I’m the enemy!”

Kiha, still frozen in place, looked from you to Mingyu, his lower lip trembling. Kayi wrapped her arms around her father’s leg, her small voice barely audible. “Daddy… I’m sorry…”

But Mingyu didn’t hear her. He turned away, muttering something under his breath as he walked out of the room, leaving you and the kids standing there in stunned silence.

You knelt down, pulling Kiha into your arms as Kayi clung to your side. “It’s okay, babies,” you whispered, kissing their heads. “Daddy’s just upset right now. He doesn’t mean to scare you.”

They nodded, though you could see the hurt in their eyes. Your heart ached, torn between comforting your children and wanting to check on Mingyu. You knew he didn’t mean to lose his temper, but moments like this had been happening more often lately, and it was beginning to take a toll on all of you.

Later that day, Mingyu retreated to the bedroom, wrestling with his emotions. He felt a heavy weight in his chest, the guilt settling in as he replayed the morning in his head. He hadn’t meant to yell. He loved his kids more than anything, but sometimes the pressure of parenting, combined with his own fears of failure, made it hard to keep his composure.

It wasn’t until you walked into the room, your eyes soft with understanding, that Mingyu finally let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“They’re okay, Mingyu,” you said gently, sitting down beside him on the bed. “But they were a little scared. You know that, right?”

Mingyu rubbed his hands over his face, letting out a groan. “I messed up. I didn’t mean to yell, but I just… I don’t know. I’m trying so hard, and it feels like I’m failing. I just want them to listen to me.”

“They’re just kids,” you reminded him, your voice calm but firm. “They’re going to push boundaries—that’s what four-year-olds do. But you have to remember that you’re their dad. They look up to you. And when you lose your temper, it affects them more than you realize.”

Mingyu closed his eyes, the tension slowly melting away as your words sank in. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice heavy with regret. “I’m sorry I yelled. I just… I feel like I’m failing.”

You squeezed his hand gently. “You’re not failing, Mingyu. Parenting is hard, and we’re both learning. But you’re not in this alone. We’ll figure it out together.”

He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and self-doubt. “I need to apologize to them, don’t I?”

You nodded. “It’ll mean a lot to them.”

That evening, after dinner, Mingyu gathered the twins on the couch, pulling them close. Kayi and Kiha sat quietly, their big eyes watching him, sensing something serious was about to happen.

“Hey, guys,” Mingyu began, his voice softer than usual. “I want to talk to you for a minute.” He took a deep breath, glancing at you before turning back to the twins. “I’m sorry for yelling this morning. I was upset, but I shouldn’t have raised my voice. That wasn’t right, and I don’t want you to feel scared of me.”

Kayi crawled into his lap, wrapping her little arms around his neck. “It’s okay, Daddy,” she whispered, her face pressed against his chest. “We love you.”

Kiha, still a bit hesitant, scooted closer and leaned his head against Mingyu’s arm. “We love you, Daddy,” he echoed quietly.

Mingyu’s heart clenched as he held them close, his eyes misting over. “I love you both so much,” he whispered, kissing the tops of their heads. “I’m going to try to be better, okay? We’ll work together.”

You watched from the doorway, your heart swelling at the sight of the three of them. Mingyu wasn’t perfect, but he was trying—and in the end, that’s what mattered most. Parenting wasn’t about being flawless; it was about showing up, even in the difficult moments, and finding your way back to love.

As the night settled in and the twins eventually drifted off to sleep, Mingyu turned to you, pulling you into his arms. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “For always being here. For helping me through this.”

You smiled softly, resting your head against his chest. “We’re in this together, love. Always.”

And as you held each other in the quiet of the night, you knew that, no matter the challenges that lay ahead, you would face them side by side—just as you always had.

[indeluluworld-wmingyu]

Mingyu the type to listen to your yearly goals and make sure to educate himself in healthy weight loss so he can help you by ensuring you do it slowly but consistently 😩