#seventeen as husband

[jaysng]

tickling your sides — kim mingyu

pairing: husband!mingyu x wife!reader

genre: comedy, fluff

summary: just mingyu being a teasing fuck as always.

You both lay on the bed, limbs tangled beneath the warmth of the duvet, the soft glow of TikTok videos flickering in the otherwise dark room. The gentle buzz of the phone mixes with the quiet of the night, creating a perfect sense of calm.

Your freshly shaved, smooth legs are nestled against Mingyu’s, the contrast between his hairy, muscular leg and your glazed-donut-soft skin making the difference all the more noticeable.

You feel his presence so vividly, his warmth radiating off his body and onto yours.

Mingyu’s large frame dominates most of the bed, his arm lazily resting behind his head while the other one holds his phone, scrolling through mindless content. You’re watching too, giggling at the random videos, when suddenly you feel it—his foot brushing against your leg, then retreating like it didn’t just happen.

The ticklish sensation makes you twitch, but you ignore it, assuming it was an accident.

A couple more videos play, but then, it happens again—this time with more intent.

His hairy leg lightly swipes across your smooth skin again, teasingly. You look over at him, already knowing he’s got that mischievous glint in his eye. He’s acting like he’s completely focused on the screen, but you know better.

“Mingyu, stop,” you say, your tone a mix of amusement and warning.

He chuckles but doesn’t look at you, still pretending he’s interested in whatever TikTok is on. “What?” he says, completely feigning innocence.

You roll your eyes but let it go, settling back into the comfort of the bed. The video on his phone switches to something else, and you relax, thinking the moment has passed. But then, without warning, his hand sneaks under the blanket and his fingers brush lightly over your side, right under your rib cage—the spot that always gets you.

You flinch immediately, your body reacting before your mind even registers it, and you squirm away from him, a laugh escaping your lips despite yourself. “Stop it, Mingyu! I’m serious!”

He’s grinning now, full-on amused with himself, his deep, low laughter rumbling in the quiet room. “I didn’t do anything,” he says, but the mischievous glint in his eyes tells a different story.

You give him a warning look, still smiling though, and try to focus on the phone. But, predictably, his hand moves again, this time poking your side more deliberately. His fingers dig lightly into your side through the blanket, and you jump again, letting out a half-scream, half-laugh.

“Mingyu!” you shout, swatting at his hand as you try to wriggle away from him under the covers.

He’s laughing harder now, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he enjoys every second of your reaction. “I’m just keeping you awake,” he teases, pulling his hand back but clearly not ready to stop.

You give him a playful glare, shifting away from him slightly, but you know it’s only a matter of time before he tries again. And, sure enough, after a few seconds of calm, his hand darts out one more time, and his fingers find your side yet again, this time really going for it. The blanket muffles your squeal as you try to wriggle away from his grasp, but it’s no use. He’s got you pinned.

“That’s it!” you exclaim, pulling yourself up slightly. “I’m not sleeping with you anymore!”

Mingyu raises an eyebrow, still laughing as you dramatically try to yank his pillow out from under his head. You grip it with both hands, determined to show him you mean business, but his muscular body barely moves. You pull harder, but his strength is no match for yours, and the pillow doesn’t budge an inch.

He’s laughing even more now, his deep, booming laugh filling the room as you struggle to pull the pillow. “Oh, come on!” he says between breaths, clearly entertained by your effort. “You really think you can take my pillow?”

You let out an exaggerated huff, giving the pillow one last pull before finally giving up. “You’re so annoying,” you mutter, sitting back down with your arms crossed, still glaring at him.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he says, still chuckling but trying to sound sincere. He sits up slightly, holding his hands up in surrender. “I won’t do it anymore, I promise.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “God promise?”

He bites his lip, trying to hold back a grin. “God promise,” he repeats, his voice dripping with faux sincerity.

You eye him suspiciously for a moment before deciding to trust him. “Alright then,” you say, settling back down beside him. You both shift under the blanket, the mood calming down as you cuddle closer, your head resting against his shoulder.

For a few minutes, everything is peaceful again, and you let yourself relax, thinking that maybe—just maybe—he’s actually done messing with you.

But of course, this is Mingyu. Just when you think the teasing is over, you feel him shift beside you, his hand moving under the blanket again. You tense up immediately, eyes wide as you turn to him.

“Mingyu…” you warn, your voice low but sharp.

He grins at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I didn’t even touch you!” he says, his voice full of fake innocence as his hand hovers just above your side, threatening to tickle without actually doing it.

“Mingyu, I swear!” you say, swatting at his hand, but he pulls it back before you can make contact. You narrow your eyes at him, fully irritated now, but also unable to stop the smile creeping onto your face. “You said God promise!”

He shrugs, that grin still plastered on his face. “I didn’t break it. I didn’t even touch you.”

“You’re impossible,” you groan, rolling your eyes but unable to stop laughing as you nudge him with your elbow.

“I didn’t break the promise!” he protests, leaning over to nuzzle his face into your neck, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. “I’m innocent!”

“Yeah, right,” you mutter, still trying to act annoyed but your resolve weakening as you feel his warmth against you.

“Come on, don’t be mad,” he murmurs, his voice soft now, teasing fading into affection as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You sigh, giving in as you let yourself relax into his embrace, feeling the familiar comfort of being close to him. The irritation fades quickly, replaced by that cozy, warm feeling that only he can give you.

“I’m still mad,” you say, but your voice is softer now, no real bite behind it.

Mingyu laughs quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Sure you are.”

The two of you fall back into a comfortable silence, the warmth of his body enveloping you as you drift off together, TikToks forgotten as the night settles in around you.

do not copy or plagiarize my work — @/jaysng

[xinganhao]

xinganhao 🌟 shared a moment with you: "jeonghan x reader"

waiting room!jeonghan is just a little bit silly in trying to catch your attention.

[mingyuskim]

241116 🌸💙

[wifeyoozi]

Why this man doesn't have a single normal photo with guitars

[jeonstellate]

my future in your eyes

mingyu still holds onto you, even after all this time.

๑彡 kim mingyu x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 divorced!au/ex-husband!au, post-break up!au, exes-to-lovers!au — fluff

๑彡 paragraph format — 1.1K words

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[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

๑彡 title is taken from zack tabudlo’s as you are.

๑彡 i’m lowk proud of this ngl bc— it’s fluff, but it took me relatively quick to finish?? usually i get stuck for weeks if the wip’s fluff ><

Kim Mingyu is a man of confidence.

Not that he uses his confidence to swindle strangers, as the dictionary suggests the title means. Rather, he exudes confidence — regardless of what he does.

There is always an air confidence around him. He can be in clothes that don’t fit the event’s theme and he’ll still seem perfectly dressed. He can be barely conversant in another language and he’ll still sound like he knows what he’s saying. He can just be standing there, doing nothing, and he’ll still appear like he’s doing something right.

Some people mistake his confidence for arrogance. Most find it admirable. But, in truth, Mingyu hardly cares.

Especially if his so-called confidence vanishes whenever you are in the vicinity and within his line of sight. Just like now.

He sees you in a table with Seokmin. Your back is towards him but he recognizes you, anyway. Despite the distance, he has no problem witnessing how animatedly you talk with your common friend.

It’s almost like he is back in college: you and Seokmin in one row, him and Minghao a few rows back. He can almost hear Minghao state matter-of-factly, "You’re staring," like he often does back then.

Really, all that’s different is Minghao’s currently preoccupied being the groom to comment on his staring. (There are definitely more things that are different now, but he doesn’t want to even begin thinking about them.)

Seokmin catches his stare. Not soon after, specifically before Mingyu can even look away, he sees him leave the table. Seokmin throws him a familiar meaningful look before disappearing into the dance floor.

Truth be told, Mingyu’s confidence comes naturally. It isn’t something that he purposely channels. It’s just always there . . . unless you are involved. Then, suddenly, he has to painstakingly gather the confidence to be near you.

"Is this seat taken?" He tries his hardest to mask his awestruck look with one of kind politeness as he waits your response.

He almost forgot how to breathe when your eyes lock into his. "You may sit if you wish," you offer him a small, polite smile. "I don’t think he’ll be back anytime soon."

"Thanks." He effortlessly returns your gesture before situating himself on the chair your common friend abandoned. "How are you enjoying the party?"

"Really well, actually. I didn’t expect to recognize a lot of people from college." Your eyes don’t leave his as you answer. He tries not to stare back too intently, to look within your eyes to see something . . . anything. "And you?"

Mingyu waits for a beat, gathering enough confidence to say what he wants to. "Better now that you’re here." With me.

He lets out a barely audible embarrassed laugh. He has half a mind to take it back, but quickly changes his mind when he sees you biting your lower lip — an obvious attempt to stop yourself from laughing.

A ghost of a smile plays on his lips. There’s pride in knowing he’s still able to make you laugh, despite it being your first meeting in literal years.

You look down in a presumable attempt to calm yourself down. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you, though, as he refuses to lose you from his sight. As such, he immediately notices the sudden shift in your expression.

"You’re still wearing it." Mingyu follows your line of sight — and ends up looking at the source of your comment. His hand on the table, specifically the band of gold adorning his ring finger. "Our ring."

Our wedding ring.

You and Mingyu married soon after graduating from college. It had been a blissful marriage, one that filled a home with nothing but love and support.

Your divorce was on the basis of irreconcilable differences. It was a mutual decision, for the interest of your career paths diverging too far. There was never a bad blood.

"Ye— yeah." Mingyu stutters involuntarily. He clears his throat before continuing, "It’s a great conversational piece."

Although the divorce has been finalized years ago, Mingyu still plays the faithful and loving husband role in front of strangers. He uses the ring on his finger to his advantage: may that be to wordlessly signal that he’s already taken or to gain the favor of a potential sponsor.

Likewise, even if he knows the ring might be a disadvantage, he refuses to take it off — nor to purposely hide it from sight. The same way he never tells a stranger that he is no longer tied to someone else.

"Does it work?" You ask in wonder.

"We are conversing now, aren’t we?"

You chuckle, "Touché."

Mingyu wants to tell you that he hasn’t taken the ring off since you slipped it on his finger during your wedding. Not even after your divorce has been finalized all those years ago.

He wants to tell you his ring finger is thinner near his palm because of his adamant refusal to take his wedding ring off once in a while. Not willing to separate from the only physical reminder of your marriage, not even for a second.

He wants to tell you the ring is more than a conversational piece. He wants to tell you it’s his lifeline, something he can’t bear to lose. But he doesn’t.

Instead, Mingyu uses all the confidence he has gathered to ask you a simple question. "Dance with me?"

He offers you the hand adorned by his wedding ring. He tries not to show the uncertainty he feels by masking it behind a smile.

He almost lets out a relieved sigh when you place your hand on top of his. But he stops breathing momentarily when he catches sight of the sole jewelry adorning your hand.

"You’re still wearing it," Mingyu echoes your comment breathlessly. "Our ring."

He snaps his eyes back to your face, just in time to witness your smile widen. "Yeah," you say. "It’s a great talisman to ward off potential suitors."

He leads you to the dance floor, silently marveling at how your hand still fits perfectly with his. "Does it work?"

"It’s very effective," you assure him. "Although I don’t think it works well against ex-husbands."

Another slow song starts playing right when you reach the dance floor. You and Mingyu unconsciously claim your respective hand placements during your first dance — and for any waltz you danced after.

Then, suddenly, it’s like you traveled back in time.

Mingyu pulls you closer, a ghost of a smirk is at the edge of his lips. "I think it works well attracting ex-husbands."

[addicsvt]

11:11 pm

pairing - established relationship | husband mingyu x reader genre - fluff/angst? word count - 800 warnings - not proof-read, negative thoughts, tiny bit of unspecified mental issues. synopsis - kim mingyu, the man who has never failed to steal your heart. a/n - happy super late birthday to my man <3 can be read as a pt.2 to sincerely yours!

"gyu" you mutter, the nickname spills out of your mouth effortlessly. You don't really know how you ended up like this, how your head ended up on his lap, how you ever got the chance to meet someone as amazing as him, and how you think that you don't deserve him at all. Your getting side-tracked.

"hm?" he questions as you let out another sigh of contentment, you really could stay like this forever. Mingyu is too perfect, he's every girls dream. A pretty man who knows how to cook? Sign the whole female population up. It's times like these where you wonder why he chose you, out of 8 billion people, why you?

"your over-thinking again," he whispers softly, continuing to play with your hair. You always said that you were a closed book, but mingyu somehow managed to read every single page. He knew how you were feeling, he knew when your thoughts would get so loud, he knew when your thoughts would become self de-appreciating. He knew everything.

"i was wondering about something," you mumble. Mingyu knew how to keep you grounded whenever your mind was floating. He wasn't necessarily forcing you to stop over-thinking but when you started thinking negatively about yourself he would ground you, support you, be there for you.

"and what were you wondering about love?" he asks looking down at you with the biggest puppy eyes ever. You think that you might just fall in love with your husband again. He had child-like innocence and you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and pepper his whole face with kisses.

"i was wondering, why do you love me?" you question softly, this question had been running through your head all month day. Out of so many people, why you? He could've went for a prettier female idol, one that could match his status, why you?

"Your asking me that 2 years into our marriage?" He says sarcastically letting out a soft chuckle. To be honest, mingyu loves you for everything. He loves your pretty smile, your pretty eyes, your hair that he has the privilege to play with, your soft lips, everything. He loves your flaws (he doesn't really think they're flaws) too, he loves how you'll keep talking, he loves how you'll take an hour to decide between sushi or pizza, he loves how awkward you are in social settings.

"shut up! can't a girl ask a question" you protest slightly, but you don't really mean it. If someone asked you why you loved mingyu you would come up with a whole 2000 word essay. Mingyu would constantly re-assure you, tell you how pretty you were every single day, flooding your notifications with "ily, come back into my arms asap" messages every single hour.

"If you want the answer, I love everything about you." he began, he knew how cheesy he sounded but he didn't care. Nothing mattered when it came to you.

"that's cheesy." you comment laughing softly, you suddenly felt a finger resting on your lips. If mingyu tried to tell you what he loved about you he would probably run out of breath, you had so many amazing qualities that he would probably need a life-time to list it out.

"it's true though, i love everything about you. your smile, your sweet laugh, every single one of your moles, your dimples, your bread cheeks." He rambled removing his finger from your lips. You were too perfect for him, most days he would be left thinking how someone like you chose him. You were so charming and attractive how did no one else take you before him?? The world was missing out on you.

"shut up... your making me fall in love with you again." you grumble softly, you weren't annoyed, not at all. Mingyu smiled softly, that was his wife right there.

"I can make you fall in love again, wanna see how?" he snickered softly, you knew he was going to do something definitely. You always fed into his antics though, watching him smile like an adorable puppy after getting treats always made your heart melt. That was the main reason why you treated bobpul like he was your own child.

"and how will you do that?" you questioned, adding fuel to the fire. Mingyu didn't respond but smiled softly, trapping your lips in a kiss.

Mingyu has kissed you many times, but this time feels different. Your hair is messy, his hair is messy. Your wearing nothing but his oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, bare-faced. But when he sweeps you into a kiss it makes your heart beat faster than it should've. Something about the suddenness of the kiss almost sent your heart into cardiac arrest. You were going to sue him for this.

@ADDISCVT 2024

[thedensworld]

Dream Consequences | K.Mg

Genre: est. Relationship, fluff, suggestive;)

Summary: Mingyu had ignored you last night and you will make sure he'll pay for that.

I'm sorry, i'm just full of fluff these days:)

You woke up with a bitter feeling in your chest. Unconsciously, a scowl appeared on your face as the rays of sunshine invaded your sleep. What time is it? you thought, squinting at the bedside clock. It was 9 a.m.—Sunday.

You stayed in bed for a few more minutes, replaying last night’s events in your mind. The scenes came rushing back, each memory sharp and painful, making your heart clench. You turned your head towards the empty space beside you, where Mingyu should have been. The sheets were cold, and you sighed deeply.

He must be up already, maybe hitting the home gym or making breakfast in the kitchen, like he often did on weekends. Just as you were about to bury yourself back under the duvet, you heard the door creak open softly. Your eyes flickered toward the entrance, and your heart softened at the sight of a bright little face peeking in.

“Mummy!” An excited chirp filled the room, and your son bounded towards you, his small arms wrapping around you as he jumped onto the bed. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile, welcoming him with warm hugs and kisses.

“How was your sleep, baby?” you asked gently, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead.

He stopped giggling, his smile faltering slightly. “I had a nightmare,” he confessed, looking up at you with worried eyes.

Your heart tightened. “Oh, really?” you murmured, concern lacing your voice.

He nodded, his little face serious. “I was so scared, Mummy. I got out of my room and ran to Dad in the workout space.”

You smiled softly, proud of his courage. “You did a good job, baby.” You whispered to him to join his dad in the kitchen, watching as his face brightened again.

“Mummy’s awake!” your son announced loudly as he dashed into the kitchen, settling himself at the dining table. You followed him slowly, your gaze falling on the plates set out with a nutritious breakfast. His toy car lay abandoned next to the fork and knife—another small reminder of childhood innocence. Mingyu looked up from the stove as he heard the commotion, his eyes lighting up as soon as he saw you.

“There’s my beautiful girl,” he murmured, wiping his hands on a towel before walking over to you. He wrapped you in his strong embrace, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “Good morning,” he said softly, his voice a mix of warmth and concern. But as he pulled back to study your face, he noticed your frown.

He tried to brush it off, but as breakfast went on, your silence deepened. You barely touched your food, and when Mingyu asked you if you wanted more coffee or juice, you just shook your head, eyes downcast. Mingyu glanced at your son, silently asking if something had happened, but An simply shrugged, focusing on his food.

“Did Mummy wake up grumpy today?” Mingyu teased lightly, trying to coax a smile out of you. Your son quickly shook his head.

“No, Dad. Mummy was already awake when I came in,” he answered truthfully. Mingyu’s brows furrowed, confusion darkening his gaze. Did he do something wrong that he didn’t realize?

Breakfast dragged on, the awkward silence lingering between you. Mingyu couldn’t shake the unease in his chest, but he decided to let it go for now. After finishing his meal, he called An to take a bath and get ready for his Sunday art class. You remained seated, eyes distant as if lost in thoughts far away from the bustling kitchen.

Once Mingyu dropped An off at the class, he returned home, still unsettled by your distant demeanor. He expected to find you in the living room, but you were nowhere to be seen. Worry gnawed at him. He headed to the bedroom, his footsteps quickening. The sight of you lying under the duvet, motionless, sent a jolt of fear through him.

“Love?” he whispered softly, stepping closer. He reached out hesitantly, his hand brushing your arm through the fabric. You didn’t flinch, but your eyes opened slowly, meeting his gaze for a brief second before you turned away, showing him your back.

“Hey…” Mingyu’s voice wavered slightly. He crouched beside the bed, his heart aching at your silence. “Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?”

You remained quiet, eyes closing again as if to shut him out.

“Did I… Did I do something wrong?” His voice was low, almost pleading. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to piece together what he might have missed. “Why are you ignoring me, sweetheart?”

The room felt heavy, your silence echoing louder than words.

Frustration simmered inside Mingyu as he watched you lie there, avoiding him. He crossed his arms, the bed dipping slightly as he sat on the empty space beside you. He looked down at you, his brows knitted together in concern and confusion.

“It’s mean, you know… You shouldn’t ignore me like this,” Mingyu mumbled, his voice soft but carrying a hint of hurt. His lips unconsciously pouted as he waited for you to respond.

You slowly opened your eyes, staring blankly at the wall in front of you. You knew he was right. You knew it was childish to give him the cold shoulder over something as irrational as a dream. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake off the weight on your chest, the bitter pang of pain that resurfaced every time you recalled the scene from last night’s nightmare.

“If I made a mistake, you should tell me,” Mingyu continued, his tone earnest as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “You shouldn’t treat someone you love like this—leaving me to wonder what I did wrong.”

His words hit you like a punch in the gut, guilt instantly washing over you. He was right. You groaned inwardly, frustration now directed at yourself. Why does he have to be so mature? You thought bitterly. Mingyu was always patient, always understanding, and here you were acting like a sulking child. It made you feel embarrassed, yet at the same time, it only made you love him more.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself up, sitting up in bed almost too quickly. You turned to face him, but your eyes remained fixed on the floor, too ashamed to meet his gaze. Mingyu watched you with wide eyes, his posture straightening at the sudden change.

“You ignored me first,” you muttered under your breath, barely audible.

Mingyu blinked, clearly caught off guard. “What?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion. “When did I—”

“In my dream!” you blurted out, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

There was a moment of stunned silence before Mingyu let out a breathy laugh, his expression softening. “A dream?” he repeated incredulously, his smile growing wider. He scooted closer to you, his thigh brushing against yours. “So, you’re upset because of something I did… in a dream?”

You nodded reluctantly, feeling utterly ridiculous now that you said it out loud. But Mingyu’s reaction wasn’t what you expected. He didn’t laugh or tease you further. Instead, he gently cupped your cheek, tilting your head up so that you had no choice but to look at him.

“Hey,” he murmured softly, his thumb brushing against your skin. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, even if it was just in a dream. But you have to tell me these things, love. I’m not a mind reader, and I hate seeing you upset and not knowing why.”

Your heart swelled at his sincerity, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You leaned into his touch, sighing softly. “It was just… a really bad dream, Mingyu. You were ignoring me, pushing me away… I know it’s silly, but it felt so real, and I woke up feeling like I’d lost you.”

Mingyu’s expression softened further, a look of understanding washing over his features. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. “I’m right here,” he whispered against your hair, his voice filled with reassurance. “I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You nodded, the ache in your chest finally beginning to fade. “I’m sorry for being difficult,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his shirt.

“Just remember one thing,” Mingyu murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he cupped your cheeks gently, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “I would never ignore you. You’re my drop-dead gorgeous wife—the love of my life. I would never do something as stupid as ignoring you, love.”

His dark eyes bore into yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart flutter. You immediately pulled back, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment at his sweet words. But Mingyu found your reaction adorable, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“Ah, there she is. Shy as ever,” he teased, his grin widening. He didn’t give you a chance to retreat any further. Before you could even react, he wrapped his arms around your waist and effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, settling you comfortably against him.

“Mingyu!” you squealed, instinctively placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. His embrace was firm yet gentle, and you could feel his warmth seeping through the fabric of your clothes.

“Yes, love?” he whispered, his voice low and dangerously smooth. The way he looked at you sent shivers down your spine. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, sending a wave of heat coursing through your body. “You know you can’t escape me that easily, right?”

His words made your heart race, and you felt your resolve weakening under his gaze. Mingyu shifted slightly, his hands slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch feather-light against your skin. He traced lazy circles along your sides, his fingertips brushing just above the waistband of your shorts. Your breath hitched, the sensation both ticklish and electrifying.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” he murmured, his lips now ghosting along your jawline. His breath was warm, his scent intoxicating, making it hard for you to think straight. “But I have to say…” He paused, his lips hovering just a fraction away from yours, “I much prefer seeing you like this—so close, so vulnerable.”

Your gaze flickered to his lips, and you swallowed hard. The tension between you was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. “M-Mingyu…” you stammered, unable to find the right words. His name came out more like a plea, making his smile widen in satisfaction.

“Hmm?” He hummed softly, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “What is it, love? If you want something, you have to tell me.” He tilted his head, his eyes darkening with a mixture of adoration and something else—something far more dangerous. “Or do you want me to guess?”

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. He took his time, savoring the feel of you against him. Your hands gripped his shirt tightly as his kisses grew deeper, more demanding. He gently nipped at your bottom lip, drawing a soft gasp from you, which he took as an invitation to explore further.

Your heart pounded wildly as he shifted again, his hands roaming up your back, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you. You could feel every ridge of his muscles under your fingertips, every beat of his heart against your chest. When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your cheeks flushed.

“See what you do to me?” Mingyu whispered, his voice husky. He rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “You drive me crazy, love. Absolutely crazy.”

You bit your lip, feeling the heat spread through your entire body. “Mingyu…” His name slipped past your lips again, and this time, it held a different meaning. You felt his hold on you tighten, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Tell me what you want,” he urged softly, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs. His touch was tantalizing, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Because I’m more than ready to give it to you.”

Your heart raced, every inch of your skin tingling with the promise in his voice. You hesitated for only a moment, your gaze locking with his, before whispering the words that sent his heart racing as much as yours.

“I want you, Mingyu.”

The atmosphere shifted instantly. His expression grew even more intense, the playful smile replaced by a look of pure desire. Without another word, Mingyu wrapped his arms around you, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you to the middle of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he murmured against your lips, laying you down gently. He hovered above you, his gaze sweeping over you with a mix of reverence and need. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally, your lips.

“Let’s see if I can make up for what dream-Mingyu did,” he whispered, his voice a velvety promise as his hands began to explore, his touch igniting every nerve in your body.

You shivered, anticipation and excitement flooding your senses. “Mingyu... Please.." You brethed out, your voice trembling with want.

His eyes darkened even more, smile turned into smirk. "Anything for you love, just tell me where to start.."

*

Later in the afternoon, the sun dipped lower in the sky as you and Mingyu stepped out of the house. The fresh autumn breeze brushed against your skin, making you shiver slightly. Without a second thought, Mingyu slid his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, and before you could glance up at him, he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles.

“You’re too good to me, you know that?” he murmured softly, his voice still carrying that familiar hint of warmth. His eyes, however, glinted mischievously. “Makes me want to keep you inside the house all day—no distractions.”

You felt a rush of heat spread across your cheeks, remembering the intimacy you had shared just hours ago. Before you could get too lost in the memory, Mingyu nudged you playfully with his shoulder, his expression turning even more teasing.

“You think the neighbors heard us?” he whispered, leaning in conspiratorially. “Maybe that’s why Mrs. Song next door was looking a little flustered this morning.”

“Mingyu!” you hissed, your eyes widening as you tried to stifle a laugh, your face turning even redder. You playfully smacked his arm, but that only made him chuckle.

“What? Just asking!” He shrugged, a smug grin playing on his lips. “You were a little… loud, you know.”

You huffed, trying to act indignant, but it was impossible to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “That’s your fault!” you retorted, your voice a bit quieter now. “If anyone should be embarrassed, it’s you.”

“Me? Embarrassed?” Mingyu scoffed, shaking his head. He took a step back, his hand still holding yours, pulling you closer as you made your way to the car parked in the driveway. “You’re mistaken, love. I’d shout it from the rooftops if I could.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sheer confidence and adoration in his voice. Mingyu pulled you in for a quick kiss on the cheek before opening the passenger door for you with a flourish, bowing slightly like a chauffeur.

“Your chariot awaits, my lady,” he announced, his tone lighthearted.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you slid into the seat, watching him circle around to the driver’s side. Once he settled in and started the car, Mingyu reached over, placing a warm hand on your knee.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” he said, his voice casual, but you could see the playful glint still present in his eyes. “We should enroll An in a few more weekend courses.”

You blinked, glancing at him curiously. “Oh? Why’s that?”

Mingyu smirked, his gaze flicking over to you before he looked back at the road. “Because… if he’s busy all weekend, then we get more time to do… other things.” He paused, his lips curving into a sly grin. “Like what we did this morning.”

Your mouth dropped open slightly in shock before you burst out laughing, shaking your head. “You can’t be serious!”

“Completely serious,” Mingyu shot back, his expression almost comically solemn. “Just imagine—art classes, sports practice, music lessons… we’ll have so much free time, I might never let you out of bed.

“Stop it!” You laughed, swatting at his shoulder, but the laughter in your voice only encouraged him further.

“I’m just saying,” he continued, his tone mock-defensive. “It’s for our own sanity. We need some alone time, too. Right?”

“Right,” you drawled sarcastically, rolling your eyes. But you couldn’t deny the warmth blooming in your chest. His words were playful, but the underlying sentiment—the desire to cherish every moment with you—was unmistakable.

Mingyu’s grin softened, and he gave your hand a quick squeeze as you both fell into a comfortable silence, the car humming gently as it cruised down the road.

“Maybe we’ll find some balance,” you mused aloud after a moment, leaning back in your seat, your gaze flicking to him. “But I still think you’re a little too eager.”

Mingyu chuckled, his deep voice reverberating through the car. “Can you blame me?” He glanced at you, his gaze brimming with affection. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more. So, yeah… I’ll never get enough of being around you.”

Your smile widened as you felt a rush of emotion at his sincerity. You knew he was joking earlier, but the way he looked at you now—with a mix of love, contentment, and yearning—made you realize just how much he meant every word.

“I love you, Mingyu,” you whispered softly, reaching out to lace your fingers with his.

“I love you, too,” he replied immediately, squeezing your hand once more before lifting it to kiss your knuckles again. “Now, let’s go get our little troublemaker. I’m sure he has a million stories to tell us about art class.”

With that, you both shared a quiet, knowing smile as Mingyu drove on, the warmth and love between you two filling every corner of the car.

[nonranghaes]

heads up: vent fic. bi fem!reader who does not speak to her parents anymore. engaged au.

wonwoo likes to think he's in tune with you from the moment you step into the room. he doesn't need to look at you to feel how upset you are: you carry it plain as day with the sluggish way you shut the door behind you, the heavy way you sigh, the way you shuffle over to the fridge without greeting him. he's a little thankful for it, since it gives him enough time to bookmark his book and set it aside.

"is something wrong?" he asks as he watches you approach the couch.

you slowly ease yourself down into the spot next to him, only to collapse into it all at once. he can see how tired you look, and he wraps an arm around you, drawing you into his side. without saying anything, you just climb closer, face buried in his shoulder as you hold him tight. something's wrong.

"... honey?" he says the word softly. it's his go-to when you're upset, a quiet reminder that he's here, he loves you, all you have to do is say the word and he'll listen. "what happened?"

but even then, you don't speak. you just break, sniffling until you can't hold back your tears anymore, crying into his shoulder. he reaches for your abandoned phone on the couch cushions and decides to check his theory. only one thing gets you this upset...

and sure enough, your last call was to your parents. a glance at your texts tells him that they were bugging you to call, to give them one more chance to be in your life. he doesn't know how they found out about your engagement, but he knows that has to be why they were harassing you into speaking to them again. the photos, the proposal video... all of it is on your account just like its on his, so all of your friends can celebrate with you.

he doesn't need you to speak to know what they probably said to you. he knows something about "making the right choice" is in there, and not in the way it should be in the fact you chose to stay with the person you love. he just curls his arms around you, holding you tight as he drops your phone back onto the couch cushions.

"it's okay." he shuts his eyes. "i've got you."

wonwoo is a quiet man, but he knows. he knows if, somehow, they showed up... he wouldn't be quiet. not unless you asked, and even then, he might still start yelling if they think they can disrespect you. not in his lifetime. he just holds you a little tighter, and kisses the side of your head.

he's got you. for a lifetime and beyond, if you'll have him.

[akeminy]

THIS IS MY HUSBAND!!!

[msboookesh]

star-lit embrace - csc

Pairing: husband!scoups x wife!reader

Genre: fluff, cute jealous, and sulky scoups, established relationship

Synopsis: Seungcheol and y/n laugh through a cozy moment by the campfire, their playful exchange of "I love yous" and affectionate teasing proving that their love is as infinite as the night sky above.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🧁

Under the vast canopy of stars, the campsite was a tranquil oasis far removed from the bustling city life. The crackling fire cast a warm, golden glow over the group of friends gathered around it, while the cool night air gently brushed against their faces. Seungcheol, lounging on a cushioned blanket with his beloved y/n nestled against him, enjoyed the serene evening, wrapped in the comfort of the company of friends and loved ones.

Seungcheol stretched out, his eyes momentarily drifting away from the lively chatter of his members. His gaze softened as he looked at y/n, who was slightly separated from the rest of the group. The blanket they had shared earlier had slipped a bit, and he noticed her shivering slightly.

"Are you getting chilly, darling?" Seungcheol asked, his voice gentle and concerned. He reached over to pull the blanket back over their legs, ensuring she was warm.

"A little bit," y/n responded, her voice barely above a whisper. She adjusted the blanket with a small, grateful smile. "Mmm, you're warm."

Seungcheol leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head. The soft, affectionate gesture was met with a contented sigh from y/n, who snuggled closer into his embrace. The intimacy of the moment was accentuated by the backdrop of the starry sky and the comforting sounds of nature.

She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "I can see why you and the rest enjoyed doing this as kids. The sky is astounding from up here."

Seungcheol smiled warmly, resting his forehead against hers. "Can I be childishly corny and say it is nothing compared to you?"

He anticipated a chuckle or a playful roll of her eyes in response, but instead, y/n surprised him by lifting her hand to his cheek, her touch tender and affectionate.

“Can I be childishly flattering and say I think I love you.” She confessed softly, her gaze steady and sincere.

Seungcheol's heart swelled with a mix of affection and amusement. He chuckled softly, the sound mingling with the crackling of the fire.

“Darling, we’ve been married for four years.” He replied, his tone both teasing and loving.

Y/n’s eyes twinkled with a mixture of mischief and adoration. “I know, but every time I look at you, every time you're like this, it feels like I’m falling in love with you all over and over and over and over again.”

He laughed and leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, loving kiss. The warmth of the fire and the closeness of their bodies made the kiss even more intimate.

When they finally pulled away, Seungcheol looked into her eyes, his own filled with deep affection.

“Not to be a copycat but,” he said softly, bumping his nose with hers, “I think I'm in love with you more than you are with me, wife.”

Y/n smirked playfully. “Trust me, I love you more than you think, husband.”

Seungcheol chuckled and wrapped his arms around her tighter, the firelight casting dancing shadows on their faces.

[yyawnjun]

Hiiii I love the prompt list! Could you do prompt 1: giving ur keys to them with Joshua from Svt? Thank you!!

hii bby!! I'm super glad u like the list🤭 ofc, here's for you<3

the moment when you give your keys to him, when you casually bring a second pair of your keys to your apartment and you slowly put them on the table. a simple object, small and light grey. you do not say anything, but he gets that those are for him. at first he's confused, but wait for when he understands - when Joshua gets that those were HIS keys for YOUR apartment he might get a heart attack. shiny eyes and smiling while tilting his head and looking at you, coming for a sweet kiss and an endless hug. he'd keep them like the most precious gift ever.

"are you sure? like sure sure." he'd ask after putting them in his pocket (he wouldn't have accepted a no as an answer). I also feel that he would try his best to stay calm for the first five seconds, and then his chaotic side would win so he'd run out with you to find the best matching keychain for you two.

oh! it also would feel like a "marriage" for him, like he'd start saying thins "let's go to our apartment" (referring to yours), or just randomly reminding you that he has the key to ur apartment! (as if you weren't the one that gave them to him). but anyway the smile on his face every time he enters your apartment and sees you doing whatever he'd feel like a proud husband coming back for his partner- he'd be THAT serious and proud about them...

prompts ; event m.list

[17caratssi]

My darling, honey pt 2 ; Jeon Wonwoo

part 1 is here!

You had been married to your teenage crush for three years and it was a wondrous journey added to the fact you just learned that you'd swallowed a watermelon seed.

Wonwoo was still working his ass off during the weekend and after he returned, you began preparing some light breakfast for him.

While he waited at the suffice dining table and stared at your back, he repeatedly expressed his regret as he was unable to spend the weekend together.

"It's fine. We have a lot of time together, don't dwell on it," you reassured albeit knowing he won't feel any better. Wonwoo became one with the silence and you were already used to it. He never spoke unless it was about you or something you asked for his opinion.

You finished with the cooking and he did the plating. Last night, he worked for only four hours but since he was called in the dawn, he felt sleepy quite a bit and you were the opposite.

As you both were eating, he looked at you oddly. You ceased to stop and raised an eyebrow, indicating your curiosity. "Are you done? Just leave the plate and go resume your sleep,"

Wonwoo shook his head and held your hand. Perhaps his palm was radiating so much warmth, you leaned forward in the coziness. "Hun, do you have something to tell me?" you asked.

Presented with ambivalence, Wonwoo took a minute to reply. He thought deeply before saying, "Don't you think I've been resting a lot these days?"

You could tell he was dourly asking. You have read it somewhere that if the husband loves his wife so dearly, he will experience early pregnancy fatigue rather than the wife. Thinking about how it related to his situation, you grinned.

Wonwoo smiled as if he was entranced by your reaction. He gave a gentle rub on your cheek and patted the back of your hand. He then told you to go upstairs and rest as he helped with the dishes.

You didn't refuse and went as he directed. There was nothing in your brain than the thought of how you should tell Wonwoo about your pregnancy.

While you pondered, he already completed the chore and got himself ready for the shower. Wonwoo looked bushed and you pitied him. After he came out from the wet, you beckoned him to the bed. Since he had changed his clothes inside, he didn't waste any time and ambled to you.

"I have something to tell you,"

Wonwoo hauled your whole body and answered. "Yes?" he was feeling cold and decreased the gap between your bodies. Seeing how comfy he appeared, on impulse, you straddled him and laid on top.

He took a different hint and whispered. "You want it?" Wonwoo asked with apparent lust. You let his hands explore your back but when he was getting dangerously near to your sensitive area, you grabbed his wrist and put a halt to it.

"We can't. Someone will see," you said. Attentively, Wonwoo kissed your neck and mumbled. "The outside? I'll draw the curtain," he sounded titillated and you honestly underestimated your own self-control. It was such a turn-on to see him inflamed but your conscience rushed in.

"No. Not outside but here," you brought his hand to your belly and reposed. Wonwoo didn't quite catch the periphrastic way you were telling but once he realized, the sparkling bright eyes shone even more brilliantly.

"Is it what I think it is?" he asked softly, almost audible. His palm smoothed around your belly and he looked at it. Wonwoo didn't need to ask twice as you clarified his question in a single nod.

You and Wonwoo had waited for 3 years and were confronted with many thrown doubts regarding your fertility. It wasn't something anyone can forget and take it lightly and so you began seeing specialists every few months to check on your body.

At first, Wonwoo did argue with you about it and at one point, you gave him a cold shoulder for a week. He wasn't easy to be persuaded but one day, he followed you for your regular check-up. On the way back, you requested to ride the bus instead. You two came by taxi and Wonwoo has no problem granting your wish.

After you picked your seat, Wonwoo got to his and sat quietly. You were having mixed feelings about today and leaned against your husband. "Are you alright?"

Wonwoo's response was fast but did not answer the question. He kissed your temple and said. "Let me know if you're going to your appointment next time. We'll go together," his mellow voice sang sorrow. You looked up to see his face and there hidden a hint of sadness in his beautiful eyes.

The journey home was blue that day, he knew his love for you was deep but not as much as the worries within.

Wonwoo was used to your prank and all but this news would never be one of them. After many attempts and tears, you two were gifted with a sunny revelation. He let out a light-hearted laugh and announced. "You're pregnant,"

"Y/N, you're pregnant!"

Wonwoo continued to have couvade episodes until the second trimester came by. Your belly swelled later than most women you knew. They told you it was normal for your bump to be small and even your husband assured you there was nothing to fret about.

Once it got bigger, you felt shy to stand bare naked in front of Wonwoo. You even made a fuss when he wanted to shower with you. "No, it's ugly. You will hate it,"

You only earned his grimace and a company for the bath. Wonwoo hissed as he smeared the shower gel over your body. His dissatisfaction was then voiced out, "How can you say this hideous? I'm the hideous one,"

You glared at him and covered his mouth. "Don't say that. It'll make it sound like I don't have a taste for marrying an ugly man," and that had Wonwoo cracked, you followed suit.

Out of blue, you felt something poking behind you. You flicked his head and pinched his waist. Flustered, you sheepishly exposed him. "Why are you getting hard?"

"Ignore that. You're just too sexy and I'm a pervert,"

"Yeah, a pervert," you chuckled with your hands fondling him already.

You and Wonwoo didn't have extensive exercise the whole pregnancy, fear if you'll get hurt. However, one night, you woke him up wanting to do it. He did it so gently that you squirmed around and begged him.

"Go harder.."

"No, honey. You're near due,"

Wonwoo had a hard time practicing abstinence in your later weeks. He hadn't done it for almost a month and he thank God for not testing him too much. Seeing how seductive you acted that night, he went out of his principle and pleased you.

He was feeling bliss all over but you were his priority. He felt the familiar sensation inside you and he smiled. "Come for me," he knew it won't take him long to bring you an orgasm. He kissed your neck and thrust a few times more before he had you ended.

Panting, you loosened your arms around his torso and asked. "Did you come? Don't lie to me,"

Wonwoo was about to tell a lie when you added. He didn't dare to ejaculate inside after he learned that semen can cause contractions. He then flashed an apologetic smile at you. "I can use my hand,"

Wonwoo never used his hands and you've long known. That hurt your heart even more. You pushed him off and got up to wash.

Whether you were pregnant or not, Wonwoo wasn't close to tranquil if you were in the bathroom for a long period. He knocked on the door for the third time and asked if you needed any help but you chose to not answer.

After a while, you finished and silently left the bathroom. The sky was still dark and your husband wasn't in the bed. "Wonwoo?" you called him, slow-voiced.

Where did he go? Is he mad when I threw tantrum just now? You felt conflicted. He rarely let you sleep alone when he's home and now he did. Rather than furious, you wanted to see him.

But even after the nth time of calling him from the room, he still didn't reply. The after-sex effect kicked in and you began to yawn. No sign of Wonwoo getting into bed and you retired soon.

As soon as you hit the pillow, you couldn't open your eyes anymore. Having no desire to resist the sleepiness, you fell asleep and Wonwoo returned home to a sleeping wife.

He put the bag of condoms in the cabinet and properly snuggled against you on the bed. He had taken a shower downstairs before going out but he was afraid you'd wake up to his smell. It happened before and you had him slept on the floor the entire week.

Wonwoo stared at you as you fell deeper into slumber and fixed your position. Your round belly looked adorable and he recalled the moments when you cried because your swollen feet hurt.

He had hurried home that evening and massaged your legs with his uniform on. "Hubby," you sniffed, wanting his attention.

"Yes?"

Your face poker and you stayed silent for a good five minutes until you broke out of character. "I love you," you confessed out of nowhere.

With your nose running with a snort, Wonwoo laughed and hugged you. "Honey, if you keep being like this, I don't know how to survive,"

Wonwoo had lost count of how many times had he rushed home because you called him crying. He was always worried even though he may have an idea of what was happening.

Little things that you do to gain his attention basked him in elation. His love for you has grown impassioned and somehow anticipates the baby to come into this world of his and yours.

Before it reached dawn, Wonwoo was first to feel the wet bed and woke up. In a daze, he didn't quickly stir you but rather checked the ceiling.

However, it was your moaning had his head turned to you, full attention. "The baby- I think the baby's coming," you winced as you spoke. He can tell from your labored breathing that it must hurt.

Fortunately, you had been reminding him to get the maternity bag ready in his car. You were around his arms as he carried your weight to the car and placed you gently in the backseat.

As he drove to the emergency department, you told him you can bear the pain but he wasn't buying. Wonwoo got out and called for a team to attend to you. They instantly brought all the necessary equipment to the vehicle and performed the procedure.

Wonwoo was guided to the registration counter and while you were pushed into the waiting hall, the only thing that kept you conscious at the moment was his arrival.

You wanted him to be by your side so badly and if you suddenly had an emergency labor without him, you honestly would cry.

Perhaps, the baby wished to see his parents immediately, you were out into labor just several hours after that, and Wonwoo was permitted into the room.

The entire process was both scary and exciting for you. On one hand, you fret if you are drained out of energy while pushing the baby out but on the other, your husband was very collected about the whole situation.

"Honey, we can see the head already. Just a little push and we're going to meet our child,"

"I know you can. Grip my hand tighter as you push,"

You didn't know what was along his sentence that moved you but tears ran down your face and you made your last exertion in his presence.

The loud wailing was an end to your suffering. Wonwoo stayed with you and only when the midwives called to cut the umbilical cord he came about.

Days after you had the little one downright changed but Wonwoo never stopped giving his unreserved attention to both of you. He would promptly take care of the child in the middle of the night since you'd had it in the morning when he was out to work.

It was a challenging period as it was Wonwoo's first experience as a father. He took a lot of advice from his parents and other people and in the blink of an eye, the child is now two years old.

At first, many said that the baby took your features but he seemed to be the carbon copy of his father. His first word was 'mummy' but all he called now was 'daddy'.

"Daddy, pick me,"

"Daddy, toys,"

Daddy here, daddy there. You couldn't help but feel bitter inside. You and Wonwoo did spend equal time with your son but his blatant preference made you green. But maybe part of him inherited from how clingy you were to your husband. “He’s just like you, Y/N,”

He gifted a peck on your jaw and smiled softly. Suddenly, a voice from the little one chimed in. “Mummy, no!” and cause a rupture of laughter from the adults. You teased him by giving his favorite person more kisses. “Daddy’s mine,”

Wonwoo will never have this memory faded. He’s glad that you confessed to him that day.

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[wifeyoozi]

thoughts on woozi’s thigh?? those damn shorts that he wears sometimes drive me INSANE

na pd didnt lie when he called woozi a fucking exhibitionist. all those tits on display for what if not for you to fucking grab and suck on them? all those booty shorts with his damn thighs on display for what if not for you to ride them all night long? you literally want nothing more than his thighs squishing your face and suffocating you to death between them everytime you give him a head. woozi is such a slut and isn't even hiding it anymore. he just want to keep his thighs on full display in its naked glory for you to keep ogling at them, knowing damn well how badly you want to sit on that muscle flesh and rub your pussy on it like no tomorrow. he can literally see the neediness dripping down your eyes. he can see you ogle him up and down like he is just a fucking piece of meat. but doesn't do anything about it nonetheless. wants to see you be so needy until you cannot hold it in your pants. he wants to see you lose your pride and beg him to ride his thighs. that's the kind of slut he is. when he does let you ride, he will make sure to make up for all the teasing he has made you go through all day. will kiss you so full and press you down on his thighs so that his strong built muscles and adding the perfect pressure and friction against your clitoris. he got some kind of orgasm inducing super power its crazy how he could make you even squirt with thigh riding.

becuase i am also so soft for lee jihoon aftercare, he's gonna carry you to bed after that tiring orgasm and tuck you in warmly and if he doesn't have very urgent work to be completed, he'd hug you and cuddle by your side too, and kiss you softly on the forehead wishing you good night even though its just 3 in the afternoon.

[lily-blue]

13 reasons why | extra no.1: whipped (for you) cream

☆ characters: baker!mingyu & food critic!you (Sooyoung - ‘97 liner) ☆ genre: coffee shop au, pregnancy au, fluff ☆ requested by: this lovely anon ☆ summary: despite your insistence on helping out in the kitchen, you have a hard time decorating cupcakes while being pregnant; Mingyu could say “he told you so” but instead, he supports you through your stubbornness ☆ words: 2,3k ☆ taglist: @dat-town, @lilylikesthat​​

➼ chapter index

A lot of things had changed since Kim Mingyu had come into your life - some for the worse, some for the better. 

Just as you had feared the night you had agreed to go out with him in the middle of your tiny kitchen, you didn’t like all aspects of being tied to another person. You still craved your alone time when your social battery was about to die on you, and you liked being independent and in control of the most important aspects of your life, disgusted by the idea of becoming financially or emotionally dependent on another person. You also couldn’t see yourself as an amazing mother. 

Yet, with over five years down the road and a belly as round as a damned watermelon, you could say that none of your cons against a future with the baker was strong enough to beat the pros. 

To everyone’s biggest surprise - including yourself -, you enjoyed living under the same roof as your now-husband. He was the man you could whole-heartedly call your person even on your worst days: when you were annoyed and annoying, when you thrived on picking a fight with him for the most insignificant things just to blow off some steam, or when you would have rather have him sleep on the floor after a heated argument than fall asleep without him in the same bedroom.

You were genuinely incapable of picturing yourself starting a family with anyone else but Kim Mingyu. As cheesy as Felix would have called you for admitting it, you were convinced that he was the love of your life. 

Because somehow Mingyu got you. He supported you. He stuck by your side even when you were ready to push him away. And most importantly, he made you the happiest person in the world, sharing the same enthusiasm with you for food and desserts. You might not have been as talented as him, but he had even taught you how to bake over the years, which was a great testament for his commitment. (In the beginning, your fluffy pancakes had been so dry, you couldn’t have called them crispy to save your life, and your cupcakes had resembled pieces of coals that could have kept your home warm for years during the most unforgiving winters.)

‘A penny for your thoughts?’ The question was murmured into your ear, the husky voice of your husband pulling you out of your head without much trouble. Too used to him standing behind your back and monitoring your baking process in your enormous kitchen, you leaned the back of your head against his broad chest and did not bother to sneak a glance at him. The low rumble that escaped his throat the moment your body fit close to his was enough: you knew he found your behaviour amusing and had his full attention on you.

You unconsciously patted your baby bump once, twice, three times before you grabbed a new piece of chocolate-orange cupcake and started to decorate it with pastel coloured buttercream - apparently, pastel was Haeun’s new favourite palette, which genuinely surprised you, since you could still remember her excitement a year ago when she had been allowed to paint her bedroom at their new home with Joshua eggplant. Children grew up so fast.

‘I’m just thinking about Haeun-ah’s birthday. It’s hard to believe she’s already turning ten,’ you said, purposely omitting the part where you had been thinking about him, your own baby and the future that was awaiting you three. Mingyu had already had a decent-sized ego, you didn’t want his head to grow even bigger.

Plus, he knew you like one knew the back of their hand. He might have already figured out what had been on your mind before he had sneaked up on you.

‘Hn, you know what’s even crazier? That the twins will start preschool next year,’ Mingyu said, and you let out a hum in agreement. Now that you were pregnant and knew how much pain it could cause sometimes just to stand for a longer period of time on swollen ankles and with constant backache, you thought it was insane how noone (except Seungcheol and her mother) had realised Hoyeon had been with twins until her third trimester.

You couldn’t have hidden it for a month.

‘Talking about crazy… How does Haeun have twenty-three friends she wants to celebrate with at her party? At her age, I couldn’t keep around more than two to save my life,’ you complained rather light-heartedly, although you did find it slightly annoying that you had been decorating cupcakes since eight in the morning and it still felt like there was no end to the desserts that flooded your kitchen.

You bit down on your lower lip harshly before more complaints could have left your mouth. Mingyu had given you a week’s notice that he would bake the birthday girl’s cupcake-cake the morning of her party, so they would have been as fresh as possible. It had also been you who had insisted on helping with the decoration, because while you had difficulties getting used to your pregnant body and moving around so close to your due date, you were also stubborn and selfish, and you wanted to spend your free Saturday with Mingyu.

‘Wasn’t Felix your only friend when we met?’ Mingyu teased you with his chin on the top of your head, earning an elbow in his gut for such an unnecessary comment.

His quiet, deep chuckle made you smile within a second.

‘That’s not the point. Twenty-three close friends aren’t normal either,’ you said with a pout as you finished the petals on the cupcake and grabbed another bag of coloured buttercream to make the cream-bouquet more realistic with a lighter shade of the pastel purple you had been using.

‘I already had fourteen close friends when I met you. And I’d like to believe I grow close to most of the guys’ significant others. And Felix, too. And Jihye’s brother,’ he went on and on with a shiteating grin on his face that you could visualise without looking at him. Without doubt, Mingyu was proud of himself to have so many people in his life he could not only care for but also rely on, so you didn’t scoff. Especially because you were well aware of the number of many fake people who tried to get close to him because of his money and looks while they called him a himbo behind his back.

It was an insecurity that had caused many fights between the two of you at the beginning of your relationship, but as time went on and the two of you had gotten more secure in what you had, those people’s existence and opinion slowly started to fade into the background. They didn’t matter - your date nights, your baking sessions, your achievements and your growing family did.

‘Considering that you knew about Jiung’s girlfriend before his sister, I would say you’re pretty close,’ you acknowledged his bond with the boy who had become a more permanent character in your lives shortly after Jihoon and Jihye’s housewarming party where both he and Mingyu had gotten sentimental drunk on the couple’s brand new couch. You remembered covering them with a soft blanket after they had fallen asleep: how you had realised at that moment that Mingyu would be an amazing dad because he was protecting the younger’s head with both of his hands in his sleep.

Once the flowers on the cupcake looked pleasant enough, you placed it on the tray with the finished desserts on it, then patted your belly absentmindedly. You didn’t want to whine, but you also wanted to whine a little. The added weight started to become heavy on your back and you could also feel a sheer layer of sweat forming above your upper lips and on your temples.

Refusing to slow down and let this side job slash birthday present steal your entire Saturday, you wiped the moisture off your face and got back to work, dodging your husband’s hands when he tried to take the buttercream bag out of yours to decorate the orange-chocolate piece you had picked up.

‘You should pay attention to the tray in the oven. It’s the last one, right?’ You asked, happy to be correct about the dessert and that the cupcakes needed his attention more. This way, Mingyu didn’t have a comeback as to why he should have assisted you without bringing up your baby bump: a reason you had grown to be allergic to. You weren’t disabled. You could still do things on your own even if some took you a little bit longer these days. You didn’t like when your independence got threatened. (It didn’t matter that deep down you knew that was never Mingyu’s true intention.)

After your husband walked back to the oven, you picked up the yellow buttercream and let out a silent sigh. You could do it. One and a half more trays to go. It was as easy as stealing candy from a toddler. 

Working your way through two more cupcakes by the time the last tray got ready, you were secretly happy to be able to lean against Mingyu’s broad chest again, although it didn’t take much weight off your ankles. They were still throbbing lightly, reminding you of your new limits that you refused to acknowledge. You were so damn tired. You started to doubt whether assisting Mingyu was a good idea. You should have stayed in bed and simply waited for him. Then, you still would have had the energy to do more with him than eating on the couch and demanding cuddles once the cupcake-cake got delivered.

However, it was too late to make up your mind now.

Even though you really, really wanted to go back to bed and sleep.

‘Love…’ the now-familiar endearment fell from Mingyu’s lips quietly as though he wanted to make sure he was gentle enough for you to listen. You pressed your lips together, feeling overwhelmed and a tad moody. ‘Let me help.’

Your lips trembled as you kept working on the birthday cupcakes. You wanted his help. In fact, you didn’t want to stand anymore at all, but you had insisted despite his arguments last night and this morning, and you didn’t want to hear how he had been right. How you were too pregnant apparently to decorate five dozen cupcakes with buttercream without crying. The thought alone made you feel incompetent. Dependent. A burden.

‘But then the flowers wouldn’t look the same,’ you insisted, because that was the only thing you could do without feeling like a failure. Because finishing the damned cupcake-cake with tears in your eyes was still better in your opinion than letting him handle the rest regardless of how those flowers came out to be. You both knew none of those ten-year-olds would have thrown a tantrum because of the decoration when Mingyu’s chocolate-orange and strawberry- white-chocolate cupcakes were mouth-watering, breathtaking, goddamn delicious.

You were being difficult for no reason, and you already hated yourself for it. You just couldn’t help it when your brain was dead set on proving something silly to the both of you when in reality, you had nothing to prove.

The first thing you noticed was the light touch of a chin on your shoulder and the stubble that rubbed against your cheek before most of the weight was lifted off your aching body. Your hands trembled and you almost dropped the buttercream bag when you looked down at your baby bump and saw your husband’s arms around you. He was holding… No, he was lifting up your belly, so you wouldn’t feel the extra weight that prominently.

‘You’re right,’ he murmured into your ear, encouraging you to finish the decoration on your own; meanwhile, he did not let go of your belly.

It should have felt offensive. It should have felt like he didn’t believe in you. And most importantly, it shouldn’t have felt so freaking good that you wished he would have done this more frequently in the future. Like every day - every single day until your baby boy was born and your body could start the healing process.

‘Just let me be here for you, hm?’ He asked for your permission, which you gave him in the most you-way possible: without words, leaning into him more, humming out your approval. God, you loved him so much.

You loved him so much.

During the next hour or so, while you slowly finished the buttercream flowers in the colours of the rainbow, Mingyu didn’t let go of you for a second. He stood behind you, holding your pregnant belly, talking about everything and anything to keep your mind occupied, so you wouldn’t pay attention to your obvious discomfort. He chatted your ears off about Hoshi’s upcoming engagement party, about who he thought would start a family next (your bet was on Seokmin, but he was convinced Soonyoung wouldn’t be able to keep it in his pants after Eunseo said yes to his proposal), and about Jihye’s new album that came with a mini tour. It was nice. It was bearable.

And you once again realised that there was no one… no one else in the world with whom you could have taken this scary step towards having your own family with so much ease and confidence. Because you loved your independence. You loved being able to do things on your own and pick fights when you couldn’t. You hated being wrong and being told that you were wrong, although you knew your stubborn ass never listened to well-founded reasoning. Yet, Mingyu rarely got angry with you for being who you were.

He stood by your side. He supported you. He accepted all your flaws.

And you, being you, could only wish he knew you would have done all these for him, too. That in this lifetime and the next one, too, for you, it was him. No one else. Only him.

the end.

[jeonstellate]

forever by my side

mingyu still honors the love signified by his ring, even after all this time.

๑彡 kim mingyu x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 divorced!au/ex-husband!au, post-break up!au — fluff(?), angst(?)

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.8K words

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[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

๑彡 title is taken from zack tabudlo’s by my side (ft. tiara andini).

๑彡 thank you sm for the overwhelming love for my future in your eyes! please accept this as a thank you gift :]

๑彡 this is connected to that fic, a prequel of sorts, but can also be read as a standalone. (i highly recommend reading that, too, though.)

Kim Mingyu is a man of confidence.

He exudes confidence, regardless of what he does. It’s a natural part of his aura — something that he can never control at will.

It comes in handy for his line of work, which often requires him to socialize and impress others. Occasionally, though, it also needs him to give presentations in front of large crowds.

As his audience continues to stare at him, with a mix of glossed eyes and awestruck expressions, Mingyu begins to appreciate his inborn confidence a little bit more.

He’s an extrovert. He does well with crowds. He’s comfortable striking up conversations with complete strangers. He’s talkative and spontaneous and outgoing, amongst other things.

And with his confidence, Mingyu can command a room with ease.

Yet, still, it doesn’t necessarily mean he enjoys public speaking — especially if the crowd he’s addressing is full of college students who are currently everywhere, just not in the classroom.

He can hardly blame them. He has been in their shoes before. He knows what it feels like to listen to professors and guest lecturers drag on when he rather spend his time elsewhere.

"Well then, if you guys thought of more questions later," he began his wrap-up speech, "feel free to email me. Thank you—"

A flurry of moment on his right caught his attention, effectively halting his speech. However, the cause of it is gone by the second he turns.

The only evidence he has that he didn’t hallucinate the entire thing is the murmuring that suddenly engulfs the room. And the small folded piece of paper on his right that seems to appear out of the blue.

Mingyu reaches for the paper and looks around the room. He immediately notices the students’ renewed interest in him. Or perhaps — most likely — they are just interested in how he responses to the note.

He looks down as he opens the paper.

Mister, do you have a significant other?

He chuckles soundlessly. Not because of how off-topic it is from the presentation he just gave, but because it is apparently enough to bring you forth in his mind.

After all, you are his other half. Someone he met and fell in love with within the walls of your college campus. Someone he put great effort to deserve the heart of.

The only one he could see sharing a future with. The only one he went down on one knee for and waited for at the end of the aisle.

The only one he loves with his soul. The only one he respects and cherishes to an unfathomable extent.

Mingyu gives a shy smile to the sea of students before raising his hand, palm facing inward. He lets the gold band around his ring finger shine under the spotlights aimed at him.

Their collective disappointment is loud.

Mingyu finds their reaction amusing. He has watched countless people react to his marital status over the years. Those who appear dismayed, he notes, often try their best to hide it, albeit unsuccessfully. As a matter of fact, this is the first time anyone has ever showed disdain so openly — a whole group, too, no less.

He can’t stop the soundless chuckle that escaped. He has always been proud of his marriage. He boasts about it — and you — every chance that he gets. It’s something that always brings a smile to his face. Something that he never gets tired of.

Even after the divorce.

The end of your marriage had been a mutual decision. You both agreed that it was the best action to take, before anything escalated to something unbecoming. And, at the time, it was the best decision to take.

The end of your marriage didn’t signify the end of his love for you, though. That’s why, even years after the court made your divorce official, his wedding ring stayed on his finger.

Mingyu may have failed to keep you by his side, but he absolutely has no plans to rid himself of the only physical reminder of your marriage.

Mingyu may have lost his rights to claim you as his spouse; but at least in front of strangers, he can still pretend that the gold around his finger is more than a remembrance.

"How are you going to find a replacement for your wedding ring if you keep letting people think you’re still married?" Minghao wonders when he meets up with him after his presentation.

Ironically enough, his longtime friend personifies the reality that his façade only works with strangers. Those who don’t know what happened. Nor can read him like an open book. Nor notice the hint of sadness in his eyes.

Mingyu simply shrugs at that, "Bold of you to assume I want a replacement in the first place."

(After all, his wedding ring isn’t just a conversational piece. It’s also his lifeline . . . something he can’t bear to lose, especially when he already lost you.)

[duhnova]

wedding present - wen junhui

newlyweds! husband!junhui x wife!fem reader 

word count: ~3.2k

synopsis: junhui gets to unwrap you like a present on your first night together as newlyweds. 

warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!), unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, there’s a small lingerie kink but it’s almost nonexistent (it’s there tho), light hair pulling, mocking (in a playful way), a lot of pouting, easing, praise, slight degradation?, slight manhandling, spanking, jun has a small daddy kink but we don’t get into it too much here, begging, reader is called wifey/wife/my wife & baby & my love, jun is called hubby/husband/my husband & baby & daddy, tiny bit of a marriage kink but not really (I’m implying they have one tho), mentions of the ER (but nothing bad), let me know if I forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors (I tried) 

this is 100% @onlyhuis fault after what she put me through with her wedding fic, also thank you love @onlymingyus for proofreading and for giving me the spanking idea!

“jun!” you giggle as your newly appointed husband drags you down to the private condo sitting on the water that was waiting for you two. “slow down!”

“i haven’t seen you in fourty-eight hours.” he pouts as he fumbles with the keys, trying to find the correct one. 

“well, that’s a lie. we’ve seen each other all night.” you grab the keys from his shaking hands and find the correct one almost instantly. 

“that doesn’t count.” he pushes the door open and drags you in quickly, laughing when you squeal about losing your balance after you smack into his chest. 

“what do you mean ‘doesn’t count’?” you try to smack his hands away as he messes with the corset ties of your dress. 

“we haven’t had a moment alone for fifty-two hours, fourty eight minutes, and twelve seconds.” you snort at the exaggeration of time, finally giving in and letting him untie the way to expensive dress that adorns your body. 

“we were alone yesterday.” 

“yeah, then our mothers swooped you away because ‘it’s bad luck for the bride and groom to sleep in the same room the night before the wedding’” he mocks your parents with a high pitched voice causing you to full on laugh. his eyes crinkle as he smiles, enjoying the way you shake your head at his antics. 

“you’re such a goofball.” he pretends to look offended before he pulls the corset strings loose, your lungs taking in a giant breath of air as you sigh in relief. “that.. felt better than any orgasm i’ve ever had.”

“any orgasm you’ve ever had?” jun pouts for real this time as his hands grab your hips to pull you flush against his body. 

“well…” you’re hands run through his hair as you rest your forehead against his. “it’s definitely a close second.” you mumble before jun is kissing you roughly. his hands move to rest on your back as he tries to keep you as close to his body as he possibly can. 

“i’ll give you the best orgasm of your life baby, just you wait.” he growls against your lips before he’s kissing you again. his fingers work on loosening the corset enough so he can slide the tips of his fingers against your bare back. 

“jun..” you moan into his mouth, gasping when he nips at your tongue. he gives you a sly smirk when he pulls away. 

“what's wrong, wifey?” he raises an eyebrow at you playfully, his adams apple bobbing when you cross your arms and give him the same playful smirk back. 

“oh nothing, hubby.” junhui knew he was in for a long night now that the brat was showing.

“really now.. how bout you get on the bed for me then.” he tilts his head a little. 

“how about you get on the bed,” you tilt your head in the same way as him causing him to smirk. shaking his head he decides to listen to you, he has all night to fuck you into submission after all. “good boy.” you coo, humming in satisfaction at the quiet whine he lets out. 

“what’re you gonna do to me, hm?” he gets comfy on the edge of the bed, his legs spread open and his hands planted on the bed behind him as he leans back to watch you. 

“i’m going to give you your first present as my husband.” you turn to face him, the skirt of your dress swooshing around you like a giant cloud. 

“oh?” he watches you fondly as you nod your head. humming quietly you slowly slide your arms out of the sleeves of your dress, thankful that jun had untied it enough for you to take it off on your own. 

junhui’s breath hitches quietly when he sees the pale pink bra peek out from behind the white fabric. his eyes followed your every move as you methodically shimmied out of your wedding dress, peeling away the layers of fabric like you were unwrapping a present. 

“fuck,” he groans when you finally get the dress all the way off. carefully you step out of the dress that pooled at your ankles, your arms coming to wrap around your tummy as you start to feel a little shy at jun’s lack of words. “can’t believe i just married someone as beautiful as you.” 

you can’t help but whimper at the compliment, your body heating up as he reaches forward to rest his hands on your waist. he toys gently with the belt of your matching garter before he ghosts his hands down to your thighs where the garter connects to your sheer socks. 

“you wore all this for me baby?” he looks up at you through his lashes as you nod your head, resting your fingers in his hair. he trails his hands to rest behind your thighs where he gets a good grip so he can yank you forwards. in one swift movement, he has you straddling his lap, and in an even quicker movement, he has you pinned to the bed under him. 

“i don’t know what i like you in more, your dress of this.” his hands trail up your legs, over your hips and across your waist before he finds the underside of your bra. “actually…” his voice trails off as he tugs the cups of your bra down so your boobs spill out the top. “i think i might like you better without anything on.” 

“you don’t wanna fuck me in my pretty, and expensive set junnie?” you fake pout, trying to get junhui to appreciate the beauty and intricacy of the set. 

“baby… if you keep this on i will rip it apart and i really don’t wanna do that,” he coos quietly as he works on unhooking your bra without lifting you too far off the bed. “it might be my favorite now.” he smirks when you whine, his words weren’t remotely dirty at all but it still went straight to your core. 

“well then, can you hurry up and take it off of me.” 

“ah ah ah, so impatient.” he giggled quietly but complied with your wishes anyways, making quick work to carefully remove your lingerie, tossing it all across the room for you two to pick up later and remember what happened that night. “i’ll let this one stay.” he left the garter belt around your waist, the way it hugged your waist gently made his mind go crazy. 

“you know,” you start, moaning quietly when jun squeezes your boobs in both of his hands. “it’s not fair that you’re still fully dressed.” you just put your bottom lip and give him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. 

“you want me to take my clothes off?” you nod your head so quickly, wanting to see and feel his body against yours. 

laughing quietly at your desperation, junhui sits back on his knees, slowly pulling his coat off. he makes a show out of untying his tie and unbuttoning his shirt just like you did with your dress. as he untucks the ends of his shirt to undo the last buttons you sit up to unbuckle his belt, hoping to expedite his undressing.

“hey now, i didn’t help you undress now did i?” he pulls your hands away from his pants and stands up causing you to whine. “let me put on a show too baby.” he gives you a fake pout that looks so god damn attractive as he yanks his belt out of the loops in one swift movement, his abs and arm muscles flexing as he does so. 

“god you’re so fucking pretty.” your voice shakes a little as you watch him undo his pants and slip them off his hips, your mouth watering at the sight of his boxers hanging low on his hips. 

“i could say the same thing about you too, my love.” he pushes his boxers down inch by inch until his cock springs free, smacking his lower stomach - precum splattering around his belly button. 

“how do you want me?” 

“on top.” he licks his lips before he crawls back onto the bed, stalking up to you before he smashes his lips against yours. you moan into the kiss and grip onto his shoulders, giggling a little when he grabs your hips and flips you over quickly so he’s on his back and you’re straddling him. 

“is this your present to me?” you joke breathlessly as you pull away from the kiss. 

“no, my present to you will be breeding your greedy little cunt and giving you a family.” you mewl at the thought of him fucking you so full of cum that you’ll be dripping for days. you two had talked briefly in the past about kids, both of you having breeding kinks definitely opened the doors to those conversations but now. being married to him? the possibility of actually having a family was bigger and it made you so incredibly wet just thinking about how he’ll keep fucking you until he gives you a baby one day. 

“yeah? you wanna give me a family junnie?” you lean over his face, far enough where he can’t outright kiss you but close enough that your breath fans over his face. 

“fuck yeah I do.” he breathes out before grabbing your hair to pull you down so he can kiss you hard. his hips buck up into yours causing your kiss to break as you get jostled forward. 

you whine quietly as you rock your hips slowly, his cock nestling between your folds as you situate yourself better. junhui can’t help but moan loudly at the feeling of your warmth dripping all over him as you slide along his cock, the veins providing stimulation to your clit. 

“baby please.” jun whines quietly as his fingers move to dig into the flesh of your sss cheeks. 

“please what my dear husband?” you smile when he looks at you with so much love, his bottom lip sticking out.

“will you ride me please? i need you baby.” his hands move from your hips to your boobs, squeezing them with a smirk on his face - that quickly gets wiped away by a moan after you rock your hips again. 

“need you too.” you mumble. bitting your lip, you sit up enough so you can reach between your two bodies to grab his painfully hard cock. you rub the tip through your foals, moaning loudly with your husband before you finally line it up with your entrance. 

slowly you sink down on his cock, your warm plush walls squeeze him perfectly. junhui moans out brokenly as he throws his head back, his mouth wide open and his eyes closed. he uses your boobs like stress balls, squeezing them harshly as he tries to control himself while you move at your own speed. 

finally bottoming out, you rest your hands on his stomach so you can catch your breath - which you hadn’t realized you had been holding the whole time. 

“fuck you’re so tight baby, so fucking perfect.” he babbles quietly, your pussy clenches around him at the praise and you can’t help but mewl when he bucks his hips up at the feeling. 

digging your nails into his abs you finally muster up the strength to move. you start off with a slow grind, your clit dragging against his perfectly trimmed pubic hair causing your eyes to flutter. 

“that’s it baby.” jun groans quietly as he watches you, through hooded eyes, pick up the pace. your slow methodical grinds turn into your hips circling around his as you find a rhythm you like - and if jun had any sense left in his brain at that point he would’ve picked up on you trying to spell out the word ‘husband’ with your hips, a trick you learned from social media. 

“so big.” you moan out, your nails scratching gently at his abs as you clench them into fists. you finally find the strength in your legs to start bouncing, a loud squelching echos in the condo as his cock slides through your slicked pussy with ease. 

“fuck,” his hands don’t know what to do as they travel all across your body, trying to find somewhere to rest. “just like that.” 

you pick up the speed a little, your leg muscles already starting to scream at you after all the excursion you put them through at the wedding but you could care less about that - the only thing on your mind is getting jun to cum. 

“ah! right there!” you whine loudly, your body almost falling on top of jun’s as his cock hit that spongy spot that had your toes curling and your stomach tightening. 

“right there?” junhui finally finds a spot on your hips that he wants to keep his hands on as it allows him to hold you in place while he plants his feet on the bed. he begins to jackhammer into you, breaking the steady rhythm you had going on. you breathe leaves your lungs as you lay against juns body, allowing him to fuck into you however he wants. 

“wanna… wanna cum.” you babble as you begin to drool all over his chest and collarbones from the sheer amount of pleasure he was bringing you. 

“wait for me…fuck,” he hurried his face in your neck as he moans at the feeling of you clenching around him, making your pussy feel even tighter than before. “‘m almost there.” juns cock began to twitch as he wraps his arms around your waist so he can keep you close as he continues to fuck up into you like there’s no tomorrow. 

“‘m so close,” you whine, your nails digging into his shoulders as you try yo ground yourself. “pleeeaase.” you begging got dragged out into a moan when he slammed his cock against your g-spot rather harshly before he went back to his original pace. 

“you can wait a couple more minutes baby, I know you can.” he coos quietly, groaning when you clench around him. 

“can’t, junnie please.” junhui doesn’t listen to your pleas though as he continues to thrust his hips at a bruising speed, your whines and moans becoming music to his ears as he grips at the garter belt you still had on. 

“do you wanna cum love?” you nod your head, your moans blocking out any coherent words. “how badly do you wanna cum?” he knows he’s gonna get it later for making you beg.

“bad.. want it so bad please!” your nails drag down his shoulders to dig into his biceps causing him to moan lowly. 

“how bad do you want my cum?” he breathes out, his mind filling up with bliss at just the thought of you being so fucking cock drunk and hungry for his cum. 

“want.. want your cum,” you choke on your moan. “fuck, daddy, please. please fill me up.” junhui can’t help but laugh a little, his hand coming down on your ass cheek before he’s grabbing a big handful of the plump flesh. 

“yeah? you want my cum darling? want me to fill you up and breed you like the good fucking girl you are.” he groans, his legs tensing as he wills off his orgasm long enough to hear your response. 

“please! please give it to me daddy,” your sobs mix into a moan. “want it so bad! ngh~” you can feel the hot release of his cum shooting deep inside your cunt before you’re shaking and cumming with him. 

“that’s it, baby, milk me dry.” he groans as he rubs at your back gently. 

you both breathe heavily as you try to catch your breath after the mind blowing orgasm you both just had. something about the fact that you two are newlyweds really made it feel like you had sex for the first time all over again. 

“are you ok?” Jun whispers as he brushes the hair out of your face so he can kiss your forehead. you still laid in your previous positions with your head on his chest and your mouth hanging open as you tried to feed your lungs.

“just need a second.” you mumble smiling softly. 

“god.. you look so beautiful.” he watches the way you get shy at the compliment, smiling wider as you hide behind your hand. “you’re my wife now, you should know better than to hide from me, my beautiful beautiful girl.” 

“if you keep calling me beautiful i might just suck your soul out of your cock in the shower.” you huff playfully as you finally will yourself to sit up, hissing quietly at the dull ache in all your muscles - the toll of the day and sex finally hitting you. 

“as sexy as that sounds, how about we take a nice bubble bath and watch ratatouille before we fall asleep?” you can’t help but giggle at how childish your husband could be but you could never say no to something that sounded so tempting. 

“that sounds even better.” you smile gently, squealing when he stands up sickly with you clutched in his strong arms. his softening cock has long slipped out of you as you wrap your legs tightly around his waist, laughing at how enthusiastic he’s being. “you sure have a lot of energy still after all the shit we’ve been through today.” 

“you always give me energy baby,” he kisses your cheek before he’s grabbing a towel to sit on the counter before he sets you on top of it, not wanting your ass to get cold from the marble countertop. “now, do you want lavender or rose in the water?” 

“mm, rose.” you smile at the way jun nods his head while you unhook your garter belt.

“good choice m’lady.” he gets the hot water running as he grabs the rose petals and oil to put in the tub along with a splash of bubbles. it didn’t take long at all for it to fill up and the next thing you knew jun was picking you back up to gently put you in the water. 

“how does it feel?” 

“like heaven.” you sigh, the stresses of the day and month leaving your body as you sink deeper into the water until only your nose and above were visible. 

“i’m glad,” he’s careful when climbing into sit across from you, giggling at the way you almost inhale some of the bubbles. “don’t drown my love, I don’t think starting our honeymoon off with a trip to the ER is going to go over well with our mothers.” 

you roll your eyes playfully at him before you grab a hand full of the bubbles to blow into his face. he laughs louder before he grabs your wrist to yank you gently towards him so he can softly kiss the tip of your nose before giving your lips a quick peck. 

“i love you, my wife.” his voice and smile are gentle. 

“and i love you, my husband.” your expression matches his as you settle back against your side of the tub, humming contentedly when he starts to message at your calves. 

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