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beefboyandbabygirl · 1 year ago

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Pup Code (18+)

(SEQUEL TO GIRL CODE. Y/N IS NOT THE SAME PERSON)

pairing: college!mingyu x college!reader

genre: college au, smut (MDNI), fluff, crack

description: mingyu doesn't have crushes. he likes avril lavigne and sometimes he fucks pretty girls. but you seem to stir something in him that no one else can. without the trusty girl code, mingyu makes his own code to help you fall in love with him.

warnings: kindddaaa bad writing tihi, service top!mingyu, dom!mingyu, sub!reader ish, size kink (reader is mentioned several times to be smaller than mingyu and several key interactions are based on this fact), oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (dont do it guys...), praise (f. receiving), slight possessiveness?, mingu is soooo in love with y/n, he just wants to make her cum forever :( hes a total dork

quotes from my creative director (@joshibambi): "fuck realistic portrayals of sex with men. im very content with getting exposed to this", "men like this DONT exist",

wordcount: 5.7k

a/n: im back and i think ive regained my ability to write. thank u 2 @ryusha-rose for the amazing name for this fic, it ended up becoming a bigger part of the plot, so thank u sm to them tihihihi

This could not be happening.

Forever boring and bland, his friends had opted out of the party, and Mingyu stayed behind alone. Or not alone. He almost wished he were alone, because almost any company (even none!) was better than sitting across from the two idiots before him.

“Truth or dare, Mingyu!” Josh laughed smugly, and Jeonghan held his hand over his mouth, leaning into him. “Ohhhh, truth or dare!”

Mingyu had been down this road before. There was no winning in this scenario, Josh and Jeonghan always attempting to pry embarrassing information from him.

The party had settled down into a low hum. Most people were going home, either humping against another anonymous body as they stumbled out, or walking alone, jacket slung over their arm. There was no reason to stay, really, and torture himself with this circle of hell. Except, of course, for you.

“I don’t wanna do the chicken dance again, so I’m gonna go with truth,” Mingyu pursed his lips, determined to not act a fool in front of you.

He’d always been vaguely aware of you, but tonight had been his first time really sitting down with you. Contrary to your two best friends, you were cool and charming, and you didn’t seem like you wanted to embarrass him. This was already gaining you Mingyu-points, but he was absolutely taken aback by your humor and your smile and he, giddily, found himself liking you.

Mingyu didn’t usually like people - not like he had always liked Avril Lavigne (there was a poster commemorating that crush in his dorm room) - so this felt big. He was nervous, hands clammy as they slid down his jeans.

“Tell us about your first time,” Joshua asked innocently, mischief given away by how the older man cackled and slapped his arm. You watched in amusement, eyes flickering over to him, lashes coming over them in long, black lengths. He struggled to breathe when you held his eyes, so he sucked in a breath and looked at the floor, blushing. Damn it, he was already making a fool of himself.

“That’s so rude, Josh!” you said and threw a random chip at him. It hit him on the cheek and he groaned, face scrunching up in disgust. “Ask him something nicer.”

“You’re so boring, Y/n.”

Mingyu looked at you gratefully and you returned a warm smile to him.

“Yuck!” Jeonghan quacked from his seat between you and Josh. “You guys get a room! I can’t believe I let this stupid kids’ game take away from my boning.”

“You’re so gross!” you groaned.

“Josh was gonna hook me up with this girl from his class, dude,” Jeonghan continued complaining, forever going on about his ‘sexual conquests’. “Now I’m sitting with you dorks and you won’t even let us bully Mingyu.”

“Mingyu’s nice, you guys are just assholes,” you said, gesturing towards Mingyu with your beer. Mingyu was horrified.

Now was the time. Now was the moment to return the compliment; to say anything that might flatter you and defend you from the crooks that you apparently spent your time with.

Now, this was a bit embarrassing for Mingyu. He had recently been adopted by a female friend group - some might even call him one of the girls, but alas! - so one would think he knew all about girls and how to approach them. The truth was, Mingyu was clueless. Beyond his daydreams of Avril Lavigne, and a few casual flings here and there, he had never actually been put in this situation.

Mingyu thought about his girl-friends, thought about their advice and their critiques, and he knew. He knew it would frankly disappoint them if he came to them with no expertise, nothing learned from the countless girls’ nights. Therefore, he had to take matters into his own hands.

“T-Thanks,” Mingu stuttered, lisping across the word. “Y-You’re also great.”

Fuck, he was an idiot.

You grinned at him and the sight of your beautiful smile, your shining skin and your gently falling hair was almost enough for him to miss how Josh and Jeonghan were lifting themselves off the floor in disgusted groans.

“Alright, time to go. Shoo now, back to your dorms. Peasants.” _____________________________

Mingyu didn’t need his girl-friends.

He repeated this in his head for days, like a spiritual mantra, and maybe, he hoped, maybe he would start believing it. You and him had one mutual class and he counted down the days before he could swoop in and talk to you casually, flirtatiously, and seductively.

With the absence of the very helpful girl code (it had certainly helped his friend, Jihoon, with his crush!) Mingyu discovered and consulted a new code. Mingyu code.

He spent his days diligently writing down his own best advice. Some rules were more helpful than others.

“Mingyu code rule 3: always wash your hands after a shower,” he hummed to himself with a small, satisfied smile, while scrubbing his hands in the steamed up bathroom.

“Mingyu code rule 12: go on bike rides frequently for a better jawline!” he panted, hunched over his bike, and pedalling through the nearby park in the beating sun.

Now, Mingyu was mumbling all of his new-found rules to himself, books pressed into his chest, while he approached you in class. It was the middle of the day, and the class hadn’t started yet, people still filing in from the halls. Thankfully, you were sitting alone on your phone, both Jeonghan and Joshua nowhere to be seen. The universe was working with him.

But he was still sweaty and nervous and breathing unevenly when he finally reached you. Remember the code, he reminded himself, remember to be cool and calm.

“Hey...” he whispered, and then, louder: “Hey.”

You looked up from your phone, smiling brightly when you saw him. For such a huge man, you realized he could look quite small.

“Hey, Mingyu!” you said cheerfully, settling your phone down on the table before you. He shuffled to sit down next to you, jacket rustling against the wood. Your seat was near the back, so the hall felt great and wide, and a little bit like an audience to his fumbling.

Rule 14, he remembered sneakily, always wear a jacket, so girls (Y/n) will marvel at your muscles when you take it off!

Mingyu moved to take off his jacket, eyeing you as he did so, in what he certainly thought was a sultry and sexy look. You blinked back up at him, smiling.

Oh shit.

Something was caught on- on something! Stuck with the jacket halfway down his arm, Mingyu began struggling and writhing in it, warmth spreading across his cheeks. You smiled at him fondly, biting back a chuckle.

“Do you need help?” you asked. “No- No, I got it, uh-”

You moved to help anyway, tugging a corner of the jacket off the design of the chair, and he stared at you widely, because you were suddenly so close to him and so cool and calm and pretty, and your fingers danced along his skin. He breathed out a heavy sigh when it finally slid off his arms, furrowing his brows in embarrassment.

“You’re clumsy, huh?” you teased, settling back in your seat and Mingyu chuckled dryly.

“You don’t know the half of it,” he murmured, and to his delight and surprise, you laughed. You had a loud laugh. It ripped itself from your throat and bounced off the walls of the classroom. He smiled proudly at how your face contorted in joy.

“You’re funny, Gyu,” you said, stilling finally and he swore his heart galloped in his chest at the nickname. You were so pretty and so sweet, and he wanted to hug you so bad. He grinned, then looked around the room.

“Where are Joshua and Jeonghan?”

“God knows,” you snorted. “I think they’re poisoning the water supply of some third world country, but I could be wrong.”

It was Mingyu’s turn to laugh, and how couldn’t he? Because you were so smart and so gorgeous, and he truly didn’t understand how he was smitten by you so fast. There was something humbling about spending all his freetime scrolling through Instagram photos and giggling when you smiled prettily at the camera.

Next step in Mingyu code was a little tip he’d borrowed from the countless renditions and repeats of the “Jihoon story”; a heartfelt confession.

Wait a minute. Was he skipping a few steps? Surely- Oh yeah, he definitely was. He couldn’t help but want to skip to cuddling, but going from step one to seven was maybe a bit of a stretch. Jogging his brain for his ultimate “confession for Y/n” gameplan, Mingyu didn’t even notice the lull in the conversation, while he stared at you with furrowed brows and a pout.

“So, uh,” you began awkwardly, and Mingyu finally snapped out of his daze. Shit, he was being a dork again. “You coming to the party on Friday?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’ll be there. Jus’.. Love partying.”

There was no salvaging this.

“Alright,” you giggled, confused, and finally turned your eyes to the board when the professor began speaking.

Friday, he thought, gulping down the shame. Friday I make some serious moves. _____________________________

Mingyu was not making serious moves. In fact, he wasn’t making any moves at all.

He’d never felt more strange, standing on the edge of the dancefloor and bending his knees awkwardly to the rhythm of the music. His limbs were mile long stretches and they swung uselessly around him. He looked almost lost, but, of course, it was only Soonyoung’s house.

“You okay, man?” Wonwoo, his roommate, padded up beside him, eyeing him warily through the lens of his glasses. “Are you on something?”

“No, I’m not on something!” Mingyu huffed, stopping his frankly pathetic dance moves and looking directly at the man before him. “I just… You know that girl Josh and Jeonghan are always hanging out with?”

Wonwoo nodded.

“I kind of.. Really.. Like her.”

“What?!” Wonwoo exclaimed, completely forgoing his drink to look at Mingyu in bewilderment. “You haven’t liked anyone since Avril Lavigne!”

“I know! But this girl’s just really smart and cool and funny,” Mingyu smiled shyly, eyeing you where you sat with Josh and Jeonghan, as well as two girls he didn’t recognize - oh, wait, no, Jeonghan and one of the girls were leaving together. Just you, Josh and the blonde then. Wait, no, now Josh was leaving with the blonde. Just you.

Wonwoo saw how Mingyu’s eyes brightened with opportunity and he smiled beneath the rim of his plastic cup.

“Wait! Wonwoo! You can wingman me!” Mingyu exclaimed suddenly, hoping the older man’s presence might ease the interaction.

“What? No!” Wonwoo grimaced.

“Why not?”

“You don’t deserve my services, Mingyu! Not after what you did to me!”

“We’ve talked about this, the Jihoon-story is a very sweet thing and you should be happy to have been a part of it-”

“I’m talking about the other time. Or the other-other time!”

Mingyu slumped, a pout on his pink lips. Wonwoo softened, but stayed steadfast nonetheless.

“Listen, just go talk to her. I have a girl waiting for me upstairs, I just wanted to see if you were okay,” the older man said softly, patting his shoulder while a drink was clutched in his other hand, liquid dancing against the cup-walls when he wafted his hand.

“I would be more okay if you wing-manned me-”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Wonwoo murmured, walking away towards the stairs. Mingyu sighed and looked over at you. You were chewing your lip, face lit by the screen of your phone.

“Mingyu code rule 17: Confidence is key. Confidence is sexy,” Mingyu reminded himself, squeezing his eyes shut and beginning to walk over to you. “You’re hot, Mingyu. You have big muscles and a pretty face.”

Mingyu could’ve almost convinced himself, but when he opened his eyes, legs mindlessly padding closer to you, you were so pretty and so intoxicating, he faltered completely.

“H-Hi,” he stammered, brows immediately pulling up in disdain at himself. You looked up and smiled immediately, face shining bright. “Hi, Gyu! Come sit down with me!”

He nodded dumbly, and squeezed in beside you. His muscly arms were pressed into himself and leaning on his thighs, and he tried to compose his features into something sexy and sultry, when he turned to look at you. You smiled in a sort of knowing way that had Mingyu dropping his face immediately.

“You enjoying the party?” he rasped, turning to look out at the crowd. You pursed your lips and looked at it with him. “Not sure. It’s kind of boring and Josh and Jeonghan just left.”

“Yeah, I saw,” he sighed, then widened his eyes. Oh God, he thought, what if you thought he was a total creep - a creepster - staring at you from across the room all creepily. “Not that I- I wasn’t- I just saw it, like, casually across the roo-”

“Mingyu, do you want to take me out on a date?”

Huh?

“Huh?”

Mingyu didn’t know if he was hearing that right. The words had come so naturally and so casually from your mouth, and now you were staring at him with furrowed brows and pursed lips, and waiting expectantly for him to answer.

“Do you want to take me out on a date?” you repeated, shrugging your shoulders, as if it were just the weather. Mingyu stared at you with whole, wide eyes, and swallowed hard. Clammy hands gripped his knees.

“Yeah,” he breathed, laughing awkwardly. His mouth was so dry and his heartbeat was almost painful in his chest, although the tensions were eased when smiled sympathetically. “I mean- if you want to-”

“I want to go on a date with you too, Mingyu,” you reassured, smiling even wider when his lips mimicked your own.

“Oh my God, okay, so, I was thinking Olive Garden-” Mingyu giggled, and his pure expression of joy was infectious, genuinely making your heart soar, as this huge, muscly man bounced on the couch cushions. He cut himself off halfway, narrowing his eyes. “Wait, wait, how did you know?”

“How did I know what?” you frowned.

“That I like you?”

Your immediate reaction was to snort. This only confused Mingyu further, so you elected to respond truthfully: “Mingyu, you always look at me so longingly, seriously-”

“That- those were sexy faces!” he pouted.

“No, they were longing and tender. Like pull-apart meat. And then sometimes you do the- the Zoolander face-”

“I’ve never done the Zoolander face in my life!”

“And all your moves are so obvious, Gyu,” you watched how he slumped at those comments, a little, pitiful pout on his lips, all deflated like a puppy. You reached a hand over to caress his arm, warm and hard with muscle under your fingertips. Mingyu immediately leaned into your touch, pout being replaced with a small goofy smile. “It was very endearing, though. You’re very cute.”

“I was going for sexy,” Mingyu said, mood lifted at your compliment, but still a little pouty.

“Then go sexy on our date,” you squeezed his bicep in your hand and he perked up. “Now that you know I like you too.”

Hearing those words, that admission, Mingyu smiled to himself.

Mingyu Code; he truly was genius. _____________________________

“So no Olive Garden?” you quipped, standing outside of a more upscale restaurant - candlelit and warm and Italian. Mingyu shook his head. He’d thought Olive Garden would woo any girl, but after triumphantly boasting to his girl-friends (mothers), that he’d gotten a date with a girl he liked, he’d been nothing but scolded by the restaurant choice (“A girl wants to feel pampered! Olive Garden is for post-6-month-relationships!” Yeri had squawked).

“Not until in six months,” Mingyu said, shrugging when you lifted a brow in question. Cars were bustling past where you were standing on the sidewalk. Grass sprouted from the cracks in the cement and people idled past where the two of you were facing each other, your head craning up to his. “Wanna go inside?” he asked.

Mingyu had become more at ease, following your admission. You liked him too, he tried to remember, whenever the butterflies batting around his curving ribcage became too much. And it was becoming too much now, with how your lips spread in a smile and you nodded at him.

You walked in, hand in hand. The tables were fine, polished wood and there was a slightly-stained, white tablecloth draped over the rounded surface of the table. Sneakily, Mingyu nudged some salt and pepper shakers over the yellow splotches on the fabric, hoping you wouldn’t notice, and that you’d feel pampered. You were busy looking at the menu.

Mingyu asked about everything - not because of Girl Code or Mingyu Code or whatever other bullshit way to woo a woman. No, he asked because he was sincerely and utterly interested in you, what made you you, what habits you got from your childhood, what made you choose your major, how you knew Josh and Jeonghan. You were so beautiful in the light of the restaurant, but more importantly, you were the most infatuating individual Mingyu had ever laid his eyes on. Maybe even more so than Avril Lavigne.

You got to talking about Mingyu Code.

“Well, it was because of my friends. They have Girl Code, right?”

“Yeah, that’s God’s rules,” you hummed, sipping on a soda.

“Mhm, and my friend followed Girl Code and he got with this girl he really liked.”

“Mhm.”

“But I decided to make Mingyu Code. Which is about being sexy and charming.”

“You were none of those things,” you teased, but Mingyu had gained confidence and he leaned back in his seat with a smirk, stretching out his arms, as if gesturing to the restaurant.

“Well, I beg to differ. You’re here now, aren’t you?”

“I suppose I am,” you smiled, admitting defeat. “Although I don’t think you were following Mingyu Code.”

“Yes, I was, I made it. I’m the founder of that shit,” Mingyu grimaced.

“Well, if Mingyu Code is about being sexy, then you definitely accidentally followed some other code.”

“Wha-”

“Puppy code. You’re like a big, clumsy puppy. Yeah,” you nodded to yourself, satisfied with your new name for Mingyu’s terrible, horrible guide to wooing you. “Pup Code.”

“Why does everyone call me that?” Mingyu whined, crossing his arms and pouting. Your plates were empty and streaks of cream sauce sludged up the sides of the porcelain.

“You give off major himbo vibes,” you said.

“I’m smart, though,” Mingyu huffed. You smiled fondly at his bratty expression.

“I know you are.”

Mingyu caught your eye and caught the sincerity in them, and it made his whole body ache and flutter. You liked him too, it was clear and not something Mingyu had to tell himself, it was right there, right behind your retina, twinkling at him.

“Do you wanna..?” Mingyu trailed off, pointing his thumb to the door. You pursed your lips.

“What if I wanna take it slow?” You asked, and it was almost adorable how Mingyu’s eyes widened and he shook his head vehemently and seriously.

“That’s okay! We can- we can totally do that,” he said decidedly, as if it weren’t a bother at all (because it wasn’t).

“Okay,” you nodded, letting go of your now finished drink. “But if I want you to take me to your room right now and fuck me?”

Mingyu whipped his head to yours, the way a door bursts open. You saw him swallow, throat dry and heavy, and biting his lip.

“That- That would be okay, too,” Mingyu said shakily, blushing furiously. Images flashed his mind of you in less-than-sacred scenarios, and he squeezed his eyes shut to ward them away.

“Okay, then let’s go,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“To my room?” He almost couldn’t believe it.

“Yes.”

“Okay, fuck, let me just pay.”

Mingyu didn’t think he’d ever paid and left a restaurant so fast, and he was enamored with you enough to completely skip the step where he contemplated whether or not the staff secretly hated him. You and him walked hand in hand, as he practically dragged you through the street back to the dorms, his long legs working faster and more efficiently than your own. You half wanted to complain at the brutal pace, but you couldn’t lie. You needed him just as much as he needed you. And he knew that too.

Thankfully the restaurant wasn’t too far from the dorms, and Mingyu had frantically texted Wonwoo to “get out or he’d be squirted with semen” (a threat that Wonwoo didn’t need to hear twice!), so after ten minutes and some sore legs on your part, Mingyu and you scrambled into his room.

Mingyu liked the privacy, you realized, because it wasn’t until the door was closed, and you both were sealed away in the Mingyu-zone, that he finally walked up to you, hands finding your waist with a confidence you didn’t think possible for him.

“Can I kiss you now?” he whispered, somewhat out of breath from the climb up the stairs. You smiled at him. “I’d be mad if you didn’t.”

And then he pounced. His plush lips were soft and well-moisturized, and his annoying, perfect nose brushed against yours; in fact his whole stupidly gorgeous face was pressed into yours, as your lips thrummed together, and you were conjoined into one being by the lips.

His hands ran up and down your sides, finally taking hold firmly, only to pull you into his lap when he settled on the edge of his bed. You straddled his lap, as your lips danced, his tongue peeking out to enter your mouth. You moaned gratefully. Involuntarily, your hips rolled into his, and the jolt reverberated all the way up to his lips where he cried out and panted against your mouth.

“You’re so pretty,” he said in between heated kisses.

“So are you,” you said. He pulled away and smiled up at you, and he was truly worthy of the puppy-title, because his grin was so goofy and his eyes twinkled and he was so warm against you, it almost hurt.

Carefully, he pressed a kiss to the valley of your breasts over your t-shirt, looking up at you with wide, brown eyes. “Can I eat you out?”

The way he said it like he was completely and totally enamored with you (he was), like it was in this very moment of sitting on his lip and running your hands up his huge arms, that he was falling in love with you (it was), almost made you bashful. Your smile, usually cheeky and teasing, came small and shy.

“Yeah, I-I wouldn’t mind that at all,” you responded, cursing at yourself for letting your confidence falter. However joy spread on Mingyu’s face like the ever-expanding universe spreads into endless empty space, because for once the tables were turned, and you were right underneath his hands, and he was flustering you.

It had him pushing you onto his bed, head falling into the depths of his pillow, and working at your skirt to shimmy it down your legs. You lifted your hips in help and soon enough that and your shirt was discarded on the floor. Mingyu, with his black tee and his big arms and his sweetest-hottest face on Earth, settled between your legs with a dumb grin.

“I can’t believe-” he cut himself off with a satisfied sigh, staring at your pussy. You were pushing yourself up by your arms, looking at the man-child between your legs just staring at your core as if it were his most prized possession. “I-I can’t believe I get to have you like this. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Mingyu’s face fell (it was almost comical), and his eyes snapped up to yours. “Wait, are you mine? You are mine, right?”

You giggled fondly. “Yeah, I’m yours, Mingyu.”

Mingyu’s grin returned immediately and he nodded happily, eyes turning back to your pussy.

“It’s so pretty,” he sighed, fangs poking out where his smile ended. One finger ran through your folds, wet from the making out and all the heated stares from lovedumb Mingyu. You whined a little at the pressure when his finger reached your clit. He was so close you could feel him panting against it.

“Mingyu, please, stop staring at it, and do something,” you cried and Mingyu pursed his lips and nodded. “Right, yeah, sorry.”

And then he dived in.

His nose pressed into your clit as soon as he pushed his head in, tongue stuck out to lick at your folds. Your hands flew to his hair, a desperate moan leaving you. It was a little embarrassing how loud he was, huffing and puffing at your pussy, but you couldn’t complain when his tongue traced up from your hole to your clit, lips wrapping around it.

“A-Aah, M-Mingyu-” you cried and pushed his head further into your core, while your hips canted off the mattress. The press of his nose was amazing, and his breaths danced across your nerves. “S-Shit, that feels so good.”

Mingyu was totally lost in you though. Your taste on his tongue, your soft thighs underneath his hands where he pushed you apart, your moans, and the desperation in your movements. The fact that you were so catty and witty, but with a few flicks of his tongue, your facade fell and you became a whiny, desperate mess, begging for him. And he loved to give it to you. He loved that you felt good, he loved being the one to make you feel good. Lapping and panting into your pussy, Mingyu started to think he didn’t ever need to leave. You could just feel good forever! The logic was flawless.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried and you came on his tongue, cum seeping out of your sopping pussy. Mingyu, strong and tan and shiny Mingyu, didn’t stop though. Too enchanted by your soft moans and your nail in his roots, and your juices on his lips, he kept at it, tongue-fucking you to slurp up the cum.

“M-Mingyu-” you whimpered softly, and his only response was a grunt, and one hand sliding off your thighs to prod at your entrance. “M-Mingyu, I-I already came!” you cried, more insistent.

“You can cum again,” he mumbled gruffly, two fingers pushing into you. The feeling was so intense your voice became strangled and your chest pushed off his bed.

“Just say if you wanna stop, then I’ll stop,” his tone was almost challenging, as he pulled his face away from your dripping pussy and his fingers stilled inside you to give you a chance to answer. You looked down at him, panting, as he waited expectantly. Your ‘stop’ didn’t come.

“That’s what I thought,” Mingyu grinned again, and God, this time it was sexy; not endearing, not awkward, not clumsy. It was so incredibly hot and he dived right back to your pussy, tongue swaddling your folds and fingers beginning to pump in and out.

Your clit grinded against his face, slick smearing all over him, but he didn’t seem to care one bit, your cum on his cheek and two fingers working inside you, curling into your g-spot. “Cum again,” he gasped in between sucking on your clit with pointed lips. “Cum again, I wanna hear it again. You sounded so pretty, please, cum again. On my fingers now.”

And he was rambling for sure, but it was working for you, because for the second time that night, a knot tightened in your belly and the string were pulled tighter and tighter with each lick and suck, and eventually it snapped, and your whole body spasmed and your pussy pulsated around his thick fingers.

This time, he did stop. You closed your eyes and heaved for air, lying completely still in the sheets of his bed and panting for air. Mingyu smiled cheekily, pulling his fingers out of your sensitive pussy and licking them clean. As if it was nothing. As if it was juice from a popsicle, his tongue peaked out and he sucked your essence off of them, groaning at its taste.

“Can you go on again? You taste so good,” he hummed, eyeing your fucked-out state. Your cheeks were flushed and strands of hair stuck to your sweaty face. You shook your head. “No, no, I want your cock now.”

“Anything for you,” Mingyu agreed, shuffling to take his clothes off while you regrouped.

It was not long before he was climbing over your body, so fucking huge and covering your entire form in his own, muscles flexing when he lowered himself onto you. As if by nature, Mingyu, tan and glistening in the bedside lamp, grabbed you by under your knees and pushed them to your chest, pressing them into you.

“Wanna fuck you like this,” he pressed a kiss to one of the knees that was now folded over you. “Can I fuck you like this?”

“Please!” you sobbed, because the position, and his strong hands holding you there, and your own slick covering his face had your pussy dripping onto his bed, and you could practically feel the heavy presence of his dick, even if it wasn’t touching you yet.

Mingyu tilted his head as he looked down at you. You were so easy to admire. It was so easy for him to fall into every little jerk and breath and crevice of your face, and you looked so beautiful underneath him, Mingyu started to think he wanted nothing more for the rest of his life than to make you feel this good.

“Okay,” he whispered, and only then did you notice how he stared at you, because there was something very tender in his voice. Adoration poured directly from his heart and into you.

Before you could get lost in his warm eyes, he moved one hand down to steer his dick into you. You cried out when you felt it pressing against your slit, cried even more when it started pressing into you.

You had suspected Mingyu might be big, but nothing could’ve prepared you for each inch that seemed to endlessly plunge into your heat. Stretching you out like a rubber band, Mingyu finally bottomed out in you, his hard pelvis resting against your mound.

“Shit, Gyu, y-you’re so fucking big,” you gasped, and then opened your eyes to see him smirking proudly. It made you giggle. He hummed giddily, looking down at your stomach.

“You’re just so fucking small,” he said then, pressing one hand to your stomach, and then groaning when he could feel his dick inside you. “Shit.”

At that, Mingyu started pounding into you. His pace was fucking relentlessly, something seemingly awakened in him at the bulging in your stomach. “Shit, shit, shit, my tiny, pretty baby, fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

The praise had you reeling into him, it had you crying out and gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, while he worked up a sweat pistoning in and out of your pussy. You moans were shaken from the impact of his dick in your pussy. “Shit, so fucking tight, can hardly fucking take me.”

“G-Gyu, f-fuck-”

“But you’ll take it, hm? Fuck, I wanna make you cum so much more, jus’ have you in my room, making you cum over n’ over again. Shit.”

You had not pegged Mingyu as a dirty talker, and you weren’t even sure if he was aware of what he was doing. Something about having his dick inside you, warm walls just pulled one dirty slew of words out after another. He’d never fucked a girl like this, never felt compelled to tell her exactly what she was doing to him. Not like with you.

You were so gorgeous to him, the way your chest bounced, and your eyes were screwed shut and how your mouth was opened in continuous, strained moans. It was how your hair bunched up on his pillow, and how your skin felt against his, and how you clenched at every word he spewed, while grinded into you like you were the only other person in the world.

“F-fuck, my pretty fucking baby, you’re mine, right? Say it and I’ll make you cum forever, jus’-” he groaned, as your pussy clenched down on him extra tight. His pace fell and his hands on your knees dug into the skin. “Jus’ say you��re mine, please, Y/n.”

“I-I’m yours, Gyu!” you cried out, his pace speeding up again and another orgasm bubbled in your stomach, and you pussy clenched embarrassingly hard for embarrassingly long. “Only yours, fuck.”

“That’s right. Cum again, let- let me hear it one more time, yeah?”

You came. Again. Clenching down so hard, and face twisting in pleasure, cum spilled out of you and coated his dick, still inside you.

Your third orgasm was a melodious song, and you moaned to it so loudly, you knew people three halls over would be wondering what was going on. But you could care less, letting his presence, his smell, his being above you drag more bursts of pleasure out of your body.

Your breathing calmed down again, your soul traveling down from a sky-high mountain, and you started to feel it all again. Your orgasm had been so blinding, you had lost all of your senses but the blinding white explosion in your stomach, and now sighed heavily, pushing yourself up a little.

To your surprise, Mingyu’s hold on your knees didn’t let up, and it took you a moment to realize that his dick was still extremely hard inside you. He hadn’t cum yet.

“Want you to cum again,” Mingyu smiled sheepishly, adjusting his position to be able to pound into you again. You looked at him incredulously, and he chuckled a little, shrugging. “Just say if you want to stop.”

“Safe word is ‘pup’.”

#mingyu x reader #svt mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #svt mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #svt smut #svt x reader #mingyu fluff #svt fluff #mingyu x you #svt x you

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dokiyeom · 2 years ago

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AYA’S SEVENTEEN FIC RECS

note: ngl i meant to post this in dec as an end of 2022 sort of thing and as a bit of an apology for my inactivity,, but my mental health has not been fantastic,, but here are some of my favorite seventeen fics that i’ve read !! also ps pls feel free to send me some of ur own favs bc i miss reading fics && i’m begrudgingly admitting that i’m not great at finding fics,, like sm of these i have to thank yeona for sending me :00

ot13/multi/love interest revealed later on !!

UNDER THE SUN - @wooahaes (series // fantasy/darl+ing au // multi ot13 part)

i think i’ve rbed almost all the individual parts if ur interested in my more specific thoughts but this series has been an absolute comfort series for me for a while !! the relationships between the members and the reader - both platonic and romantic have been so lovely to read !! it’s such a genuinely warm series and the worldbuilding is also just soso fantastic !! it is a fantasy sort of au,, so it’s a bit daunting to get into just because the logic of the universes created in this genre is a bit difficult to grasp,, but uts has such an easy to comprehend world and everything is explained so clearly !! it’s genuinely one of the most comforting fics i’ve read this year and one that i’d highly recommend to pretty much everyone,, even if u aren’t a carat :D

APARTMENT A5C - @suhnshinehaos (smau - college au)

my favorite svt smau that combines some of my fav tropes/aus (housemates and uni) !! ++ i’d argue there’s a found family aspect that just melts my heart soso much,, like the reader’s relationship with the 96 line, both platonic and romantic are insanely heartwarming and comforting !! the banter is so entertaining && all of the additional friendships are just to die for !! esp sana and yuta with the reader !! but honestly this smau is just soso sweet and a story where u really root for the main couple to get together bc they just fit each other so well !! def another fic i’d recommend to anyone !!

LOVESTRUCK @/suhnshinehaos (smau - college au)

short endings for the reader’s other housemates !! has the same entertaining banter and cute relationship buildup that is just soso perfect to read after apartment a5c to treat ur post fic sadness <3 all the relationships are formed in a shorter period of time, but with just that same amount of investment !!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

OBVIOUS - @leejungchans (0.9k words - wedding florist and baker au)

so stinking cute !! the reader and seungcheol having related businesses and appreciating each other’s dedications to their respective crafts is soso endearing :D genuinely my fav seungcheol fic bc hello ? good writing + sulky cheol + established relationship ? an absolute 10/10 and must read that i revisit way too often :D

YOON JEONGHAN

ORDER UP - @/leejungchans (2.4k - cafe au)

half of these r gonna b recs from sol’s masterlist,, but her works r just too good !! this fic is so darn cute and entertaining, with jeonghan’s antics + his classic attention n care for those in his life were captured so well !! him remembering the reader’s order and his sheer dedication to orchestrating an opportunity for a conversation outside of the reader placing their order was just so fun to read && is genuinely a fic i reread time and time again :D

CAUGHT @/leejungchans (1.1k - preschool? teachers au)

this. this is so insanely endearing hello ?? jeonghan as a preschool teacher is absolutely perfect, and the banter mixed with such tender love that the reader and jeonghan share is just so <3 it’s a relatively short read,, so i’d highly, HIGHLY, recommend giving this a read because it’s soso worth it,, esp if ur feeling a bit down and in need of something fun and sweet to read :D

REDEMPTION @/leejungchans (11.5k)

such whirlwind of emotions but soso insanely riveting !! bad boy jeonghan,,, oh my gosh a concept i (YOU !!) never knew i (YOU !!) needed in my life. him driving a motorcycle. him w tattoos. insane. amazing. fantastic. and a redemption arc ??? reader holding him accountable for wrongdoings ??? genuine efforts to change ?? go read it rn !! u must !!

CANDLELIGHT @/leejungchans (1.2k) - a fav bc its own of my fav tropes :D (blind dates)

my all time favorite jeonghan fic. literally so sweet to read and had me grinning ?? in the middle of the night ?? at my phone !! that’s outrageous !! but so insanely understandable bc this is such an enjoyable read && just so easily heartwarming to hear about the setup of the blind date. honestly,, i don’t think i can understate just how charming and worth reading this is !!

THE MOST PRECIOUS THING @idyllic-ghost (3.6k - hospital/secret relationship au)

another charming and lovely fic !!! i’m such a sucker for the secret relationship trope,, and this fic had such a fantastic take on it !! i adored the dynamic that jeonghan and the reader had, esp how much they cared for and rooted for each other :DD the banter at work and the tender love they share at home was also just,, absolutely chef’s kiss !!

HONG JOSHUA

LOVE ON THE AIR @suhnshinehaos (smau - college au)

i was. so invested in this smau LMAO but the reader and joshua’s friendship was soso lovely to read !! the buildup and tension were absolutely insane and genuinely had me so excited every time i logged onto tumblr to check for any updates :D the side friendships were also just so lovable and endearing,, and i found this smau to overall b super super charming :D

GOLDEN HOUR @dkfile 1(2.4k - summer vacation/bffs2l au)

joshua and the reader’s friendship is just so insanely sweet and endearing to read !! this fic is so reminiscent of a sentimental and fun coming of age romance,, which i feel like fits joshua soso well !! the whole time ur rooting soso hard for the main couple to get together, and just reading the buildup is incredibly entertaining !! and also the banter ?? literally so amazing && funny :D

WEN JUNHUI

HOW HARD MY HEART’S BEATING @adi--writes (3.3k - travel/photographer au)

the prose,, oh my gosh !! this fic played out so cinematically !! i loved jun and the reader’s friendship so much,, and how the fic progresses just naturally makes u root for a confession scene regardless of them being the main couple !! everything flowed so organically and their travel stories made for such a beautiful and compelling journey of love :D

KWON SOONYOUNG

(UN)TRADITIONAL @neonun-au (1.8k - wedding au)

the alt title >>> this fic was so full of personality and the premise just fits soonyoung so well !!! the bond that the reader and soonyoung share is just so insanely heartwarming,, esp their mutual understanding and respect for each other’s values !! in general,, the love in this fic is so genuine and lovable :DDD

JEON WONWOO

FLOWER @wonwoonlight (13k - exes au / editor+writer au)

this premise. my gosh it’s perfect !! this fic was such a great take on the second chance trope and the emotions were so fantastically fleshed out !! the progression of wonwoo and the reader’s relationship felt so natural and overall so enjoyable to read :DD

PLAY AGAIN @shuarush (37k words - coworkers au)

the pining !! the tension !! the friendships !! the anecdotes !! the prose !! go read it !! rn !! overall this was such a beautiful journey to read and i enjoyed it soso much :D aside from the main relationship,, i found the reader and jeonghan’s friendship to be soso sweet and endearing !! i also loved loved loved !!!! the writing style in this fic !! everything was so well paced and patient,, which made for such a compelling and beautiful journey that i absolutely loved !!

LEE JIHOON

LIVE @wondernus (1.24k - est relationship au)

so stinking cute !!!! i’m such a sucker for fics like these where the love interest is live and everyone’s also swooning over how sweet the relationship is :DD the love jihoon has for the reader is soso heartwarming and fuels my unending yearning for this sort of cute partnership <//3 this fic is just so enjoyable and the ending. it’s perfect :DDD bc same soonyoung,, same

HEARTACHE AND A LATTE @dkfile (9.3k - cafe au)

read this after not reading any fics for a WHILE and this was just such a chef’s kiss fic :D like the friendships with seungkwan, soonyoung, jeonghan, and wonwoo ?? amazing !!! but the buildup w jihoon !!! my gosh it was so genuinely cute !! i absolutely adored their friendship and the little indications of jihoon’s feelings for the reader :D just such a cute and lighthearted fic that i’d highly rec !!!

LEE SEOKMIN

SOMETHING SWEET @wonwoonlight (2.1k - cafe au)

your honor i love this fic !!!! w all my heart !!!! this fic captured just how lovable seokmin is && had such a cute pining plot :DD this was soso heartwarming and i was so easily invested in their relationship !! overall,, just such a sweet and enjoyable read :DD

KIM MINGYU

MY DAISY @wonwoonlight (series)

this. this was so fantastic. genuinely,,, everyone needs to read this when they can bc it is soso worth reading !!! i loved the friendships and the reader’s relationship with mingyu so much,, and gyuri !!!! gyuri !!!!! honestly i don’t think i can explain just how much i love this fic,, but pls,, pls read this bc this series is so insanely fantastic and had me so invested the whole way :DD

FIVE SHOTS AT LOVE @wooahaes (8.5k)

one of my favorite fics !! one of the first fics i read and i just absolutely fell in love with the setup of this fic,,, like the friendship with wonwoo just absolutely won my heart,, and the deepening relationship with the reader was the cherry on top !! such a beautiful and emotionally vulnerable fic that i found so much joy and sadness, but ultimately such an insane amount of comfort in :D def read and check out some of the warnings beforehand just in case !!

TRIAL AND ERROR @/leejungchans (2.9k - cafe au)

SUCH a cute little fic about mingyu trying to approach the reader but failing so miserably each time :D i had such a great time reading this and rooting for mingyu in each attempt !! his genuine earnestness was so adorable to read the way the ending panned out gave me so many giggles :D

XU MINGHAO

ACADEMIC INFATUATION @berriesandjunnie (2.5k - professor au)

i love a college setting, workplace romance, and any au where everyone around the reader/main couple are just rooting so hard for them to get together !!! and omg professor hao AND flustered hao ?? like bc of his feelings and nervousness ?? omg literally such a lovely read !!! i had such a good time reading this && got a bit of a giggle which is so 10/10 when reading a fic !!! def read !!!!

AVANTE GARDE @hoyoungy (4.1k - uni/artist au)

tbh as someone who really loves art,, i found this fic suuper enjoyable !! and black mullet minghao ?? hello ?? overall,, i loved the development of minghao and the reader’s relationship soso much and the general nature of how they get to know one another :D like i was soso invested in their journey and just really loved the appreciation both of them grow and have for each other :DD vv worth reading and would highly recommend :D

BOO SEUNGKWAN

CLASSMATES TO LOVERS @/leejungchans (2.1l uni au)

bulletfics are def such a gem to read,, like short n sweet,, just perfect for a cute little fic :D i adored seungkwan’s impression of the reader and his sheer admiration for them !! like the chemistry was so on point and executed so well in this format too !! AND THE CHOCOLATES gosh this is so cute i love how seungkwan was written in this fic !!

CHWE VERNON

WORK HUSBAND @wondernus (8.8k - teacher au)

my gosh this was soso cute,, like literally i’ve reread this more times than i can admit :0 the reader and vernon’s friendship is just so endearing and felt so genuine !! i really enjoyed reading the buildup of their relationship and just found this to be such a charming story !! like what i would give. to read this for the first time again PLEASE read this !!!

OR WOULD YOU RATHER IT BE ME @thepixelelf (7.9k - soulmate au)

a whole journey of emotions that had me on the edge of my seat and waiting for the reveal !!! the relationship between the reader and vernon were established so well,, like their genuine care and desire for each other to stay in their lives just straight up tugs at my heartstrings !!! this was such a wholesome and hilarious love story that i thoroughly enjoyed :D

LEE CHAN (aka leejungchans chan fics :DDD)

THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS (6.5k words - flower/tattoo shop au)

i loved the contrast between the reader and chan’s character soso much,, and how that ultimately made their relationship soso much more cute and lovable ?? like how intimidated he was and his little crush that he tried so hard to squander !! i love the progression of their relationship soso much and how genuine chan was written in this fic !!!!

OF STICKY NOTES AND STRANGERS (3.8k words)

every time i sit in a library, cafe, or park, i’m waiting for this to happen to me. i adore the premise of this soso much and how the reader’s friend group schemes to catch the perpetrator :DD like overall this fic was so lovely and i def understand the little crushes you get in public on attractive people in your vicinity while working in a public space :DD just so cute,, so heartwarming,, and def fuels my yearning

SCORED! (12.4k words - uni au)

athlete chan,,, oh wow,,,,, this fic was one of the first chan fics i read as i got into seventeen and definitely cemented him as one of my biases in the group :DD i love the banter that went on between the reader and chan,, as well as all the hilarious little details of the other columns !! like project vernway is forever ingrained in my mind whenever i see pieces christiano siriano or any other contestants from project runway !!! overall i just love how this fic played out and all of the hilarious interactions between everyone involved !!! def a super fun read :DDD

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kim-jongin-s · 4 months ago

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svt fic recs (mostly nc-17; jeongcheol, minwon, multis + other)

JEONGCHEOL

"you don't understand (you should never know)". f1!au. oneshot, 2k. nc-17.

Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 team's Choi Seungcheol and Yoon Jeonghan are in the midst of battling it out for the Formula One World Drivers' Championship.

"the necessity of living". omegaverse: alpha!sc, omega!jh. oneshot, 3k. nc-17.

"Jeonghan," Seungcheol says, strangled.

Jeonghan closes his eyes. Oh god, he thinks hysterically. Not this again.

"beginning song". soulmate!au. oneshot, 17k. pg-13. ♡

He’d thought, when he was younger, that his feelings for Jeonghan would eventually fade with time. But time seems to have done the opposite. Seungcheol isn't sure which version of reality might be worse: one where Jeonghan isn't his soulmate, or one where he is.

"ready to love". oneshot, 20k. nc-17.

“Felt nice, right?” Jeonghan murmurs benignly. Warning bells sound in the depths of Seungcheol’s consciousness. He’s attuned to Jeonghan’s brand of troublemaking; nothing good could possibly follow that tone of Jeonghan’s voice.

"eulalia (silver grass)". wolf!au. oneshot, 20k. nc-17. ♡

There’s a new scent in the pack’s hanok. It’s getting under Jeonghan’s skin.

"one step closer". royalty!au. 5 chapters, 132k. nc-17.

The West nations crown prince Yoon Jeonghan loses his position, land, and all of his pride in a war with the East nation's Emperor Choi Seungcheol. The next thing he knows, he's being referred to as betrothed of the Emperor.

MINWON

"miss me?". oneshot, 1k. nc-17.

Where they miss each other.

"here kitty kitty". hybrid!au: cat!ww, panther!mg. twoshot, 26k. nc-17. ♡

Panther hybrid Mingyu visits a housecat hybrid village and causes quite the stir.

"sweet accident". au, age gap, prime minister!mg. 12 chapters, 34k. nc-17. ♡

“Jeon… Wonwoo… age twenty…three…college… student… no… gag reflex. Status…very… available.”

MULTI

"rewind and repeat". s.coups/jeonghan/joshua. age gap, omegaverse: alpha!sc, omega!jh, alpha!js. oneshot, 3k. nc-17. ♡

There is shame, in letting men nearly ten years younger than him tumble into his bed. Jeonghan almost feels guilty.

"synced threes". wonwoo/seokmin/mingyu. oneshot, 5.6k. nc-17. ♡

“This is what you two do on a night without me?”

"cognitive dissonance". jeonghan/svt. au, age gap, professor!jh. oneshot, 7k. nc-17 (pls check the tags!).

“Mr. Yoon…?” Jeonghan looks up again, his stare unfocused. His mouth is so pink Soonyoung can nearly imagine the heat of it against his own.

"it takes three to tango". s.coups/wonwoo/dino. au. oneshot, 15k. nc-17. ♡

There was no room in their love for a third person, of that, Wonwoo was entirely sure, but there was plenty of space for a third in their bed, and Chan would fit quite nicely.

"being a beta". s.coups/jeonghan/joshua. omegaverse: alpha!sc, omega!jh, beta!js. twoshot, 24k. nc-17.

Hong Joshua enjoyed being a beta. Being a beta meant a quiet, simple life without being subjected to biology in the way alphas and omegas often were. Too bad he was deeply in love with an omega who craved an alpha mate.

OTHER

"an appropriate distance". seokgyu. omegaverse: omega!sm, omega!mg. oneshot, 6.6k. nc-17.

It's like this: Seokmin helps out with Mingyu’s heat, but not the other way around. Maybe Seokmin is the one holding Mingyu at arm’s length, but it's better this way.

"i'm sorry every song's about you". junhao. band!au. oneshot, 10k. nc-17.

The bass of their songs is always what sticks with Minghao the most. Junhui sticks with Minghao too.

"sip on your lips". sooncheol. au, age gap, single dad!sc. oneshot, 11k. nc-17.

Soonyoung finds it a little too hard to say no to the hot single dad across the hall.

"of the color gray". wonchan. fantasy!au: demon!ww, witch!dn. oneshot, 16k. nc-17.

Chan accidentally summons and binds himself to a lust demon. It turns out better than expected.

"son of nyx". verkwan. spy!au. 3 chapters, 31k. pg-13.

Hansol Vernon Chwe is eighteen when he decides to follow Seungkwan to the end of the earth, even if it means becoming a contracted agent with no guaranteed future.

#seventeen #svt #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fic recs #svt fanfic #svt ff #svt fic #jeongcheol #minwon #meanie #verkwan #wonchan #junhao #seokgyu #sooncheol #ot3 #fic rec #as u can see i do appreciate a good poly fic

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ovrtimelove · 1 month ago

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✧ㅤ YOU, ME, PANCAKE HOUSE. NOW. SYNOPSIS: your friends are assholes, but hey. you look after each other always, and make each other feel better. even after a typhoon that cut off all connection for approximately two days. ✦ㅤ WHO?: jeonghan and joshua of hit kpop group svt pls get dj kh**ed off the title track (mentions of zb1 maknae line) ✦ㅤ GENRE: sm!au (16 imgs), homies being unserious, platonic, gn!reader. ✦ㅤ BYR: long post because you guys suck (/aff). very insane amount of kys/kms jokes directed at selves or each other (or a phone), odd pacing, directly references typhoon kristine and school-specific program that i actually went through as an 'update' through a silly post. (as of oct 31) no cut/utc, read note at the end.

✧ㅤ felt nice. tried the cool thing other smau writers do where they have a blank or transparent img to even out their layouts. have somewhere to go today. might as well give u guys some lengthy gag content ^^ ✧ㅤ hey guys.. i tried editing on my phone last night and didnt know it fucked up the images, so rlly sorry! i managed to edit it all just now (as of 12am oct 31) ✧ㅤ general kpop taglist , @nonononranghaee. to be added to the taglist, comment or shoot me an ask!! remember, REBLOG if you like and care abt my works :3

#ovrtimelove.chr #kpop.zip #written dreams #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen smau #svt #svt x reader #svt smau #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #joshua hong #joshua hong x reader #hong jisoo #hong jisoo x reader

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lololololchips · 10 months ago

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i have been going through exam stress, and i loved your seungcheol comforting the reader texts sm, can you make jeonghan version too? thank you!

hellooo thank you for the request:))

for anyone going through exams/school stress please put yourself first before anything <33

Yoon Jeonghan || comforting texts with bf jeonghan

genre: fake texts, au, fluff, angst (?)

warnings: anxiety about grades, mention of not eating, a bit of angst,cursing

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hcuyk · 1 year ago

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SYNOPSIS : jeonghan loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!jeonghan x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features seventeen as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : this is for kidult jeonghan reaching 1k notes. i love you all

K. COLLECTION [Y.JH] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Jeonghan missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Jeonghan, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Jeonghan! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Hannie. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

hopefully the svt readers see this 😔

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mysafehaneul · 1 year ago

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VIII. AQUAMARINE (M)

CHAPTER 8: THE GREAT WAR

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7

JEON WONWOO X READER

WORDS: 30K (But since tumblr has decided to be a cunt so I have to upload them in 6 or 7 parts fml)

GENRE: ARRANGE CONTRACT MARRIAGE AU! ENEMIES TO LOVERS!

ANGST, SMUT, FLUFF.

The loudest noise in the world is sometimes the battle between the brain and our hearts, the war between your conscience and your desires. Yet the sad part is, no matter who overpowers the other there is no victory in this battle. Because a part of you always loses. But the point is not about win or loss, what truly matters is at the end of it all, you survived.

It was late afternoon, around 3 p.m. The sun hung in the sky, casting a warm and gentle glow over the city. You arrived at your office around noon after leaving the Jeon mansion at 9 a.m. Wonwoo had dropped you off at the office and then driven Noel and himself home. As you worked on your laptop, there came a polite knock at the door. The sky outside was painted with hues of orange and pink, a serene backdrop to your busy day. Rachel, your assistant, opened the door and informed you of a visitor.

"Boss, Rema is here," she said with a warm smile.

"Send her in and ring for some coffee and tea for us, please," you replied.

"Got it," Rachel nodded, her dimple showing slightly.

Rema walked into your office, her hair neatly pulled up, black pumps clicking against the floor. She wore suit pants and held her blazer and laptop case. Her expression showed signs of a long and tiring day. She chose the visitor's couch over the chair by your desk, kicked off her heels, and made herself comfortable.

"You don't mind, right?" she asked, referring to her relaxed posture.

You shook your head in a no and noted, "Long day, huh?"

"Just another never-ending one," Rema sighed.

You got up from your chair and walked over to the couch, sitting across from her with your legs crossed. Rachel soon arrived with a tray bearing cookies, coffee, and tea.

"Ah, the angel appears," Rema groaned humorously at the sight of the coffee, then greeted Rachel with a nod.

After a few minutes of companionable silence, Rema sipped her coffee while you absentmindedly circled your finger around the rim of your teacup, lost in thought.

"So, why have you called me?" Rema inquired.

"Why can't I call on a friend?" you replied.

"In the office," she raised an eyebrow.

"Well," you sighed, "you caught me. I called you for a reason."

"I thought so," Rema said.

You gave her a playful glare and continued, "Victor told me that Noella made her will when Noel was just 3 years old."

"How does he know?" Rema asked.

"Because he introduced the lawyer to her," you explained.

Rema hummed in understanding. You continued, "And I'm glad that she did. Noella has always been a planner." You smiled at the fond memories of the text chain she and Jeonghan used to have, where they shared house ideas, wedding plans, and more.

"I want to make a will," you declared. Rema placed her cup back on the table, her full attention on your words.

"Life is very unexpected, and I don't know what will happen tomorrow. So, I want to be prepared for the worst-case scenario," you said, expressing your reasons.

"Has something happened?" Rema asked with concern in her voice.

You hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Not really. It's always best to be cautious."

"Y/N," Rema insisted.

"What?" You sighed.

"Come on, don't chew on it; spit it out," Rema urged.

You weighed the pros and cons of telling her for a few moments. You decided that having a witness and her professional advice might be valuable. So, you took out your phone from your pants pocket and opened your SMS window. Then, you opened the message you had received at 5 a.m.:

"You shouldn't have stuck your nose where it didn't belong. Count your days."

Rema's lips pressed into a thin line, and her brows knitted together in concern.

"Have you told anyone about it?" she inquired.

You shook your head, indicating that you hadn't shared the message with anyone else.

"So, what are you going to do? This is serious; it could be counted as a threat," Rema pointed out.

"Well, this is somewhat normal. Remember when there was a lawsuit due to the employee's embezzlement, and I fired them? I used to get texts like that," you recalled.

"Y/N, that time it might have been drunk rambling, but this… this feels kind of serious," Rema replied with a worried look.

You considered her words. "Hmm. I want you to look into this number and find out the person behind it. In the meantime, I want you to help me make a will about everything, from assets to projects."

Rema nodded in understanding but brought up an important issue. "Well, assets, shares, and projects with sole ownership can be taken care of easily. But what about that resort, Oasis? It's a joint project, so we'll need Mr. Jeon's assent as well in the precedence of the will, considering he's the 40% partner as well as your husband. He doesn't have to be present; the presence of his lawyer would be enough."

"I see," you acknowledged

She picked up a cookie, tilted her head in confusion, and looked you up and down.

"Something's different," she noted, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

You furrowed your brows and reached for your tea. "What is?"

"You look different," Rema said with an air of intrigue.

You brought the cup to your lips, taking a sip. "How come?"

"I don't know, your eyes are clearer, your shoulders are straighter, and your skin is also gleaming," she observed.

You smiled against your cup. "I don't know what you mean. I haven't done any treatment since my wedding."

"No, no, this shine, it's… it's like an after-" She stopped mid-sentence and gasped, covering her mouth.

"Oh my!"

"What!?" you questioned.

"You had sex," Rema blurted out.

You choked on your tea and felt the heat rising in your cheeks. A fit of coughs overcame you.

"My goodness, Y/N!! You naughty girl," Rema teased.

You rubbed your chest, trying to calm down. "Ms. Sinha, this type of conversation is not to be initiated in a professional environment."

"Cut the bull, Y/N," she said.

"I am not liable to answer," you replied, the corner of your lips twitching upwards, trying hard to suppress a smile.

"Who was it? Was it good? Well, the way you're glowing, I'm sure it was!"

"I'm not telling you, and since you're so curious, yes to the second one."

"Was it a hookup?" she inquired.

"What? No, it… it wasn't a hookup," you admitted, realizing you weren't even sure what to call it.

"Then who was it?" she gasped again, this time in excitement, and started hitting the couch next to her.

"Oh my, oh my! You slept with your husband," she concluded and doubled over in laughter, still hitting the couch. You were relieved you hadn't chosen to sit next to her.

"So much for 'he's not my type' and 'this is just a paper marriage; it means nothing,'" she chuckled.

There are two ways to deal with a situation where your friend is right about something and you don’t want to admit they are 1. Deny their hunch 2. Remain silent. You chose 2 because your embarrassment was refraining you from speaking. And concentrate on sipping your tea.

As your mind wandered back.

…

The room was bathed in the soft, early morning light. The gentle rays of the sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue on everything they touched. Clothes were scattered haphazardly around the room, a testament to the passionate night of love that had transpired.

The air was filled with the lingering fragrance of your perfume from the night before, blending with the sweet, musky scent of intimacy. Your bed bore the tousled marks of your lovemaking, a testament to the fiery passion that had ignited between you and Wonwoo.

As your eyes fluttered open, you felt a solitary finger tracing a delicate path along the curves of your bare back. You turned to find Wonwoo gazing down at you, his sharp, intelligent eyes softened by the intimate moments you'd shared. He had removed his glasses, allowing you to see the warmth and desire in his gaze. His chin rested casually on his hand as he watched you with a mixture of tenderness and longing.

Wonwoo's voice was husky as he greeted you with a soft "Morning." You reciprocated with a mumbled response, stretching your body languidly. The soreness in your thighs and waist was a pleasant reminder of the intense night of lovemaking.

Curious about the time, you asked, "What time is it?"

"A few minutes to 6," Wonwoo replied as he moved a few stray hairs away from your face.

You contemplated the day ahead, mentioning your 1 o'clock meeting and your need to go, but Wonwoo hushed you with a gentle, "Shh, don't talk about work right now." He leaned down and buried his face in your neck.

Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the feeling of his hair tickling your nose and his breath on your skin. Your fingers started tracing patterns on his defined back, the muscles responding to your touch. You felt a pang of guilt for your actions the night before, but after multiple rounds of passion, you had little control over your desires.

Wonwoo began planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on the curve where your neck met your shoulder, followed by light nips and the warm caress of his tongue.

In your dazed state, you clutched his biceps and quipped, "Wonwoo, how can you still go on? Are you some kind of superhuman? We did it five times yesterday—"

He interrupted, "Five and a half. You fell asleep in the middle of it."

You felt his hips moving against your thigh, and something hot and throbbing brushed against your skin. The memories of the night before flooded back, igniting a familiar fire between you and Wonwoo.

Wonwoo pulled back the sheets that covered you, exposing your skin to the cool morning air, which caused goosebumps to rise across your body. Your hands reached down, and you took hold of his heated member. As your cold hands made contact with his sensitive sex, he released a low moan into your ear.

You began to rub your thumb over the head of his throbbing shaft, gathering the pre-cum that was leaking from the tip. Your fingers moved from the base to the top, using the slick fluid as lubrication. The rhythm of your handpicked up, and Wonwoo ceased his ministrations on your neck, his jaw slack with pleasure. Your other hand moved to his chest, fingers pinching his nipples.

"God, you wanna make me—" he began, but you increased your pace, interrupting him, "you make me wanna murder every bastard who got to experience this with you."

His face hovered over yours, and you could feel his member twitching and his thighs trembling. You leaned up, capturing his lower lip between your teeth, making him release a moan lost in the intoxicating moment.

"If that happens, you'll become a mass murderer," you said, every word dripping with seduction.

His eyes flashed open, hazy and dilated. Wonwoo removed his member from your hand and turned you onto your stomach, positioning himself behind you. He gripped your hips and arched them slightly, pushing your face into the pillow, muffling the sensations you felt as he rubbed between your ass cheeks.

You tried to protest, "Wonwoo, I was—"

But your protest turned into a moan as he entered you in one swift, deep thrust. He held himself up in a cobra-like position and began rutting into you. You were incredibly sensitive, so the penetration felt both intense and pleasurable. He lowered himself on top of your back and whispered, "Looks like your cunt now recognizes me," punctuating his words by dragging his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with force. "Do you feel how you grip me?" he added, his voice filled with desire.

"Yes, yes, yes, please move faster," you begged, your hand moving to grope his butt, emphasizing your plea.

He gave a throaty laugh at your desperation and reached under your pressed body to grab your breast.

"We have been at it since 1 a.m., yet you just can't get your fill, huh?"

"Says the guy who can't keep his hands to himself ever since."

He grabbed a hold of your hair and tugged it.

"Nnghh," you moaned as he turned your face.

His hips picked up a feverish pace, and your voice grew louder. He covered your mouth with his, muffling your voice with his as your passion continued to build.

"What am I going to do with this mouth of yours," he muttered, his breath heavy. He found himself coming undone. "Fucking… fuck," he grunted against your lips. "Fuck, baby, please tell me you're close."

You were nearing your peak, and in response, you tapped the sheets next to you. Wonwoo grabbed your hands and interlaced his fingers with yours, feeling the unforgiving, delicious grip as he spilled inside of you. Ever since you told him that you had an IUD inserted, he couldn't help but finish inside of you. You were both too lost in ecstasy to care, and you buried your face in the pillow, your muffled moans of pleasure escaping into the fabric.

Those poor maids passing outside the room had likely heard your passionate encounter. Wonwoo convulsed with pleasure until his strength left him, and he dropped his sweaty body onto your back. His weight was crushing, and after a few breaths, he withdrew his now flaccid and sensitive member, the remnants of your pleasure and his spent essence spilling out of you. He flopped onto his back, catching his breath as he ran a hand over his hair and head.

"That was…" he looked at the ceiling, "amazing," he breathed out and laughed. Coming to a sitting position, he looked at you. Your chest bore the marks of his passion, with his fingerprints visible on your waist and your behind. You lay there with your eyes closed, your hands resting on either side of your body, savoring the afterglow

"Ya, you're not touching me for at least a week," you announced in the room.

"So, we're doing this again?" He teased.

"You want this to be a one-night thing?" You opened your eyes to look at him. "Fine, I guess." You rose up and reached for the shirt near the bedside.

He got up from the bed and handed you his shirt. "Did you like trampolines when you were young?"

You looked at him, confused as you started buttoning up his shirt. "Ya, why?"

He sat down next to you and put on the glasses he had thrown there the night before. "No wonder why you like jumping to conclusions so much."

He smiled at your glare and reached to ruffle your hair, then leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. "Let's talk about this at home. You can sleep a little more if you want. I'll wake you up when it's time."

His fingers traced the marks he left on your neck and the visible cleavage.

"Too much time here," he said, tapping your forehead. "Takes away your time here," he pointed to the ground, signifying your present moment, your reality.

"Understand," and all of a sudden, he gave a playful smack on your sex, making you jolt and yelp. You hit his chest.

"WonWoo!!"

He laughed and started making his way towards the bathroom.

"Asshole," you muttered and went back to sleep. 'Ahh, how will I walk now?' you wondered as you shut your eyes.

True to his words, he woke you up an hour and a half later. As you dressed up in the bathroom, there was a knock on the door.

"Just a minute," you called out.

"Babygirl, would you like to have breakfast in the room or downstairs?" Wonwoo asked.

You were a bit surprised. "Emm, do we need to have breakfast?"

"Yes, y/n, we need to have breakfast. How can you not be hungry with all the activities—"

"Fine, okay, downstairs, please," you cut him off.

You gave one final look around the room. It certainly looked a bit disheveled. "Can you send someone to pack our bags and tell my parents we'll be joining them shortly? Also, check if Noel is up. If he's not, ask Cecilia to get him ready."

The maid nodded at his words and rushed out of the room. As you were busy packing your laptop and jewelry in your bag, Wonwoo reassured you, saying, "Don't worry, they'll take care of it."

"Still," you replied.

"Come on, y/n."

You took your handbag and followed him out of the room.

The dining room was grand and stately, reflecting the opulence of the mansion. It was illuminated by a crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, casting a warm and soft glow over the long, polished wooden table. The table was adorned with white, pristine tablecloths and fine china. The chairs were upholstered in rich velvet, adding to the regal atmosphere of the room. A large, ornate mirror adorned one wall, reflecting the room's elegance.

At the breakfast table, there was your parents-in-law and Judge Haeri.

You had trouble walking, but you'd like to think you masked it quite well. However, you noticed your mother-in-law and Jungkook's mother sharing a knowing smile. You decided to concentrate on the food.

"Good morning," you greeted the table.

"Morning," they replied. Your father-in-law gave a nod of acknowledgment and returned to his newspaper.

"Did you sleep well, y/n?" Judge Haeri teased.

You saw both mother and son avoiding eye contact and suppressing smiles. From under the table, you subtly stomped on Wonwoo's foot.

"Ouch," he said out loud.

"What's wrong?" his mother asked, concerned. "Oh, just almost spilled the tea, no worries," he quickly replied.

"Yes, and what about you, Aunt?" you inquired.

"Slept like a rock," Judge Haeri answered with a smile.

You reached for the orange juice and a slice of toast, and Wonwoo quietly placed an omelet on your plate, mouthing 'eat.'

"Where are the others?" you asked.

"Sleeping. It would be a world record if Jaehyun wakes up before 10," Judge Haeri said with a chuckle.

"He still does that?" your father-in-law remarked, turning to the next page of the newspaper.

Judge Haeri shrugged, "I've stopped trying to change that habit after Jungkook. No use."

The conversation continued with everyone concentrating on breakfast. Wonwoo chatted with his mother and aunt while his father contributed a few remarks when his wife chided him.

"Yeobo, how many times do I have to tell you not to read at the table?"

Just then, a dressed-up Noel, still half-asleep, walked into the room.

Noel climbed onto your lap and gave you a sleepy grin. "Tante," he mumbled, his eyes half-closed.

"Aw, my baby is tired," you cooed, ruffling his hair. You turned gesturing to everyone present in the room. "Noel, say good morning."

"Good morning," he yawned, and you quickly covered his mouth with your hand, amused by his sleepiness.

Their eyes were filled with love at his cuteness. Your father-in-law put aside his newspaper and they all smiled in reply to his greeting.

"Come here to Grandpa, Noel," your father-in-law called, and you kissed Noel's forehead. He hopped down from your lap and did his penguin walk to the head of the table. Your father-in-law picked him up and asked, "How was your sleepover? Was it fun?"

Noel nodded his head against his chest. "Yes, we watched Hercules and then played with cars. Somi even—," he yawned, and the older women were awestruck again, "then we jumped on the bed, but we stopped because Aunty told us it's not good to jump; someone can get hurt." He rambled sleepily, and you and Wonwoo exchanged amused looks as he sipped his tea. "Then we played a pillow fight and then fell asleep. Aunty put us to bed."

"Oh my, our Noel did so much! He must be tired," your mother-in-law cooed. "What would you like to eat?"

"Noel's face lit up. "Nutella bread."

Your father-in-law gestured to the maid to bring Nutella bread. As she left, you chided him, "Chocolate first thing in the morning?"

"But I wanna have it," he whined.

"Still—"

Your father-in-law interjected, "Let the child have what he wants."

You looked at him and then at Wonwoo, and after a moment's consideration, you agreed. "Fine, but have some water and fruit first."

He began pouting, but Wonwoo gently said, "Listen to your Tante, Noel."

Your father-in-law pushed a plate of fruit in front of Noel and softly asked, "What would you like first apple or banana?" He picked up a fork to feed himself.

You and Judge Haeri shared a smile before returning to your breakfast.

As you sat in the car, Noel now fully awake and engrossed in his tablet, you bid your parents-in-law and Judge Haeri goodbye. You kissed their cheeks, promising Noel would visit them soon.

When you tried to sit in the driver's seat, Wonwoo gripped your hand, his face slightly pale. "Please, Y/N, I insist."

You nodded and settled into the passenger seat. The drive was mostly silent. Noel was busy doing his online assessment homework, and you replied to Victor's email with the shortlist of representatives who would take over the legal matters of the Switzerland branch.

you felt a sudden, chilling sensation upon receiving as you opened an unread text from a private number. The feeling of fear, dread, and confusion washed over. It was like an electric shock running down your spine, making you turn your attention to the rearview mirrors, checking if there was anyone following your car. Then, you turned to look at Noel, who was still absorbed in his homework.

"Are you okay?" Wonwoo's voice was laced with concern.

You took a shaky breath and tried to steady yourself. "No, nothing."

"Are you sure?" Wonwoo's eyes flickered to you for a moment, then back to the road.

As the car passed through the scenic greenery, Wonwoo's voice broke through your tense thoughts, "You look like someone's chasing you."

You swallowed hard and glanced at him, "Are you feeling car sick? Do you want me to pull over?"

You leaned back in your seat, the picturesque landscape trying to offer solace, "No, it's fine. Just drive; I don't want to be late."

He persisted, his voice laced with concern, "You know you can tell me if something's wrong."

You responded with a non-committal hum, your fingers typing a message to Rema.

| Meet me in the office. In court atm | | It’s alright, just meet me when you get the time. But today itself! Ok, g2g, his lordship is here 🙇‍♂️|

You locked your phone and kept it inside your bag. There was no use overreacting; this wasn't the first time. Instead, you began making a mental checklist of all the things that needed to be done. As you contemplated your tasks, you felt a comforting hand on your thigh. You turned and looked at Wonwoo, even though his focus remained on the road. You simply rested your hand on top of his as the cityscape unfolded around you.

"Hey, Wonwoo, can I ask you something if you don't mind?" you inquired.

"Sure, anything," he replied.

"When you were young, did your grandparents give in to all your whims and demands and make your parents do the same?" you asked.

Wonwoo thought for a moment before responding, "Well, my parents were usually busy working, so my grandparents raised me. My grandma used to spoil me, but my grandpa made me work for it."

"Ah, I see," you replied, keeping your true thoughts hidden.

"Is this about what happened at the breakfast table today?" he asked.

You remained silent, but Wonwoo seemed to understand your silence.

"Y/N, they feel guilty about the time they couldn't spend with me when I was little. That's why they might be projecting it onto Noel, or if we have our own kids, onto them," he explained, his voice heavy with the weight of family expectations. "That's why they were so worked up when they thought Noel would be all we have."

You leaned over to check on Noel, who was sleeping peacefully in the backseat. "So they're holding onto hope for us to have kids of our own?"

Wonwoo sighed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "I just told them that to buy some time and understanding, you know."

Fearing your conversation might wake Noel, you suggested, "Let's talk about this later." With that, you withdrew your hand from on top of his, allowing the two of you to continue your drive in silence.

Half an hour later, Wonwoo stopped in front of your office building just as you were about to exit. He said, "Aren't you forgetting something?" You turned back and took the laptop bag from the back seat.

"Are you sure you're not forgetting something else as well?" he teased.

You let out a sigh, then leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, near his lips. You weren't exactly thrilled with him at the moment. He smiled and said, "Thank you for the kiss, but I meant your handbag."

You looked down and picked up your handbag from where it was by your feet. Noel started giggling in the back seat, and Wonwoo just laughed.

"You're unbelievable," you grumbled as you slammed the car door. You waved goodbye to Noel and gave him a flying kiss. He leaned against the steering wheel, waving back at you. You just gave him a glare before turning and walking inside the office building.

"Noel," Wonwoo said as they drove away.

"Yes, Dad?"

"Isn't your Tante cute?"

Noel thought for a moment and replied, "I think Tante is very pretty."

Wonwoo chuckled and said, "Well, there's no doubt about that."

As they both drove away, Wonwoo dropped Noel at home, changed his clothes, and then headed to the office. … "Ok, earth to Y/N," Rema snapped her fingers. "Come back, we were discussing something important here."

You shook your head slightly, refocusing on the conversation. "Yes, fine. I'll meet you by the end of the week with a rough draft. Please ask your asset manager to contact me. What are you going to do about Noel's custody?"

Rema leaned in attentively. "About that, listen carefully," you began.

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