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★ — pairing: Boyfriend!Mingi x Girlfriend!Reader

☆ — synopsis: You wake up cold, only to find your boyfriend hogging the blanket.

★ — word count: 708

☆ — warnings: Fluff, Fem!Reader, Big Mingi (Of course), kisses, cuddles, pet names: 'Baby' 'Pretty'. Lmk if I missed any!

★ — notes: Thank you to everyone who supported my first ever post - "Dad's Best Friend"! I can't believe it honestly, the likes, the reblogs, the followers I've gained. It warms my heart so much! Y'all... thinking of Mingi in a pink bed is just so freaking cuteness oh my goodness. Anyways! I decided to break the text up in this fic rather than having it all in big chunks, I think it looks way better! but tell me what y'all think! Please continue to support me on my writing journey! Enjoy!

The chill is immediate,

You shiver as your body is consumed by the cold. Unfortunately, you force your eyes open, quickly rubbing them with your fingers, attempting to erase the remainder of sleep. Sitting up, your eyes scan the bedroom, then your body... which, there is no blanket covering you. Your eyes travel to the giant body sleeping next to you, that sleeping body being your oversized boyfriend, Mingi.

A quiet groan escapes your lips. The sleeping man stole all the blanket...

His big body crushing one out of the two Miffy plushies that you kept on the bed. The pink colored Miffy folded under the weight of his chest, the poor stuffy would probably be wailing for help if it had the ability to speak. The other plushy, the white Miffy, was all the way down by his blanket covered feet, threatening to fall off the edge of the bed.

Goosebumps coat your skin, causing you to shrivel up slightly. A rude reminder from the cold, or maybe more so from the blanket hogger.

"Mingi." you whisper, placing a hand onto his blanket clad back, rubbing softly, feeling the warmth radiating from him. "Mingi." a little louder this time. You wait a bit for him to have some sort of movement, yet there's nothing. You sigh, taking your hand off of his back and bringing your hands to the prickled skin of your arms, moving them up and down to cause warmth.

Eventually, you try a new method to get warmth. Tugging on the blanket.

You start by curling your fingers into the hem of the blanket, gripping and pulling. Each tug gains more of your strength, you tug so hard you thought you pulled a muscle. The blanket is tucked under his body, or so that's what you can see. He's just so... big, his weight preventing you access to warmth. You give up on yanking the blanket.

Back to trying to talk him awake.

Your hand gently connects with his back yet again, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Mingi." a few seconds pass... "Mingiiiii." Pulling yourself backwards to check if this man was actually breathing. Once you confirmed he was still alive, you lean back down and press your lips softly to his ear, "Babyyy." no response.

Instant frustration.

You practically throw your arm to reach for the white Miffy plushy that was millimeters away from falling off the bed. Once it was in your grip, you launched it at his head. "Mingi! wake up!"

And finally, a groan, and slow sleepy movements. "Mmm?" A deep mumble that might as well have vibrated the bed.

"Seriously! you sleep like the dead! and I'm cold, you stole all the blanket! I'm freezing here, you are making me freeze to death! How dare y--!"

You're silenced with familiar plush lips against yours.

"I'm sorry, pretty." He pulls back slowly. A big hand cups your cold cheek, he then smiles softly. "Your nose is all pink, it's cute." his thumb grazed your cheekbone. "Stop it." You smile and look down at the pink blanket still covering him and only him.

Of course his gaze follows yours, and he knows exactly what to do. He begins to shift, pulling back the blanket, inviting you in. Also, uncompressing the poor pink Miffy. "You were crushing Miffy." you pout. Mingi laughs softly, grabbing the pink stuffy and placing it somewhere safe. "I'm sure she is okay. But, what about the white Miffy? you threw her." he raised an eyebrow. "She said it was okay to throw her." You shrug, quickly scooting into his space.

Mingi puts the blanket over the both of you, ensuring you are completely covered in the baby pink sheets.

"I'll be big spoon, m'kay?" he says in a whisper like tone. You nod in agreement. Shifting efficiently, feeling his big body behind yours, holding you close. The both of you fit together perfectly, In every way possible, just like puzzle pieces.

"Warm now?" he rubs your side. "Yes." you nod slowly, the warmth and him already lulling you to sleep. "Good." he squeezes your side in a comforting manner.

"Mingi?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

Mingi smiles softly, leaning in to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

"I love you too, baby."

★ — pairing: Older!San x Fem!Reader.

☆— synopsis: You’re home alone, until your father’s best friend decides to pay a visit.

★ — word count: 1,060

☆ — warnings: Smut, MDNI, Older!San(early 40’s), Fem!Reader(early 20’s), Reader is in college, Teasing (?), pet names: ‘Sweetheart’, ‘doll’, ‘little girl’, ‘good girl’, ‘baby’. Praise, some condescending parts(?), Fingering. Lmk if I missed anything!

★ — note: This is my first ever post and I’m totally nervous but so excited to be sharing it! Please support, I will appreciate it so much! Enjoy!

San is your dad’s best friend, the guy who comes over to your house frequently, the guy who you can hear downstairs talking to your father while you’re trying to sleep, the guy you start wearing shorter pajama shorts around, hoping his gaze from your father shifts to your body. It feels so wrong, yet so right whenever he gives you a quick look, even if it's just for a second.

You’re home alone, listening to some older songs on your TV. There’s a knock on the door, you can barely hear it over your music, but the pounding of the fist gets louder and louder, reaching its peak to snap you back to reality, you don’t have time to even grab your TV remote to pause Jeff Buckley. You open the door, surprised to see San. “Hey, sweetheart.” Oh gosh, your knees felt weak at the sound of his silky smooth voice. “Hello? My dad isn't home right n–” “I know, doll.” You felt your breath hitch after he had cut you off, surprised by his quick response. You swallow hard, hoping he didn’t hear the gulp that stretched your throat. You shift slightly, your body making room for him even without your mind telling you to. “Your dad called me this morning, told me he was driving a few hours away for work. I wanted to make sure his little girl wasn’t all alone.” you rub your arm, barely making eye contact with him, feeling as if he got closer and closer even with him unmoving. “No, I’m fine, really, I’m fine.” His eyebrow cocked upwards, your response wasn't convincing him at all, and it was evident he wasn’t buying it. “Yeah? Are you sure?” he tilts his head slightly, questioning. “I’m positive. I’m old enough to take care of myself.” You say half-assed. You hear a chuckle escape his soft looking lips, the noise traveled quickly towards you, almost making you feel shrunken at his chuckle. “I remember when you were little, just a small little girl, needing your mommy and daddy. And look at you now, you’re a big girl now, a young woman who knows how to take care of herself.” His words force a noise to expel from your throat, not loud but also not quiet, a mixture of a breath and a moan. “Are you going to let me in? Or are you going to keep me out here?”

You find the both of you in your bedroom, Jeff Buckley still playing. “Sorry.” You say quickly while scrambling for your TV remote. You looked pathetic, desperate to turn the loud music down. You felt him standing there, you felt his eyes boring into you, he watched you move around like a scurrying mouse. After what felt like putting yourself up for humiliation, you found your TV remote, pressing the mute button with jittery fingers. He stepped closer, not all the way into your personal bubble, but what seemed to be the border of your bubble. “You don’t have to turn it all the way down, sweetheart.” His voice soothed out. Your eyes meet his, then avert down to the remote, up to his eyes again, back down to the remote. “Okay.” came hesitantly from your vocal chords. You kept the volume low, audible yet not overpowering when you speak. You watch as San makes his way towards your bed, his weight making the plush mattress divot once he makes contact with it. A small groan emerges from him, you’re unsure of what caused him to groan, but what you are sure of is the slight warmth in your core. You slowly and awkwardly sit down on your bed, making a wide space between the two of you. You’re awkward in your own bedroom, your space, your area. Pathetic, all because you feel tingly from your father’s best friend. “So,” he breaks the silence, or what’s close to silence thanks to Jeff Buckley filling in the gaps. “How’ve you been? You’re like a ghost nowadays, I only ever see you passing by when I’m with your dad.” He keeps his eyes on you while you have your eyes on your hands. “I’ve been okay.” You answer softly, being curt with him. “Just okay? Nothing interesting?” One of his eyebrows cocks upwards, like usual. You shake your head, a silent no, not giving him enough to satisfy him. “How’s school? Your dad told me you’re a straight A student, keeping those grades good still?” He leans closer to where you’re sitting, you swear you feel his breath fanning warmly over your neck. “Yes, I still have straight A’s.” you feel your chest open up faintly, glad that the conversation has branched into something less tense. Then suddenly, his voice rumbles out lowly, “Good girl.” Then your chest closes up again, feeling tight, so tight that you struggle to breathe. Your face heated up, or maybe your whole body, you weren’t sure because you were just hot. His hand traveled to your knee, resting, burning into your skin like a branding iron being pressed into a horse for branding. “What’s wrong, baby girl? Never been praised before?” His voice, his touch, his stare, it all made you squeamish. “Not recently.” Your throat squeezed out. “Oh, sweetheart. Poor baby hasn’t been recognized for all her hard work.” His hand traveled further, now resting on your upper thigh, squeezing lightly. “Am I right?” His other hand snaked around your waist. You let out an unintentional whimpered response, “Yes.” You breathed out, “Yes, you’re right.” He chuckles at your confirmation. San unexpectedly lifted you and put you on his lap, your back against his chest, your ass on his crotch. He slowly moved his head towards the side of yours, his soft lips brushing against the warm and red shell of your ear, “Maybe I should show you how much I appreciate you, hmm?” He whispered huskily. Your words caught in your throat, you tried to speak, but were unable to. He takes advantage of that, guiding his hand down to cup the heat between your legs. You gasped, he chuckled. He found your clit through your pajama shorts, “Moan and I’ll show you how much I appreciate you.” And with that command, you moan, loudly, embarrassingly loudly. Your moan causes him to smirk, “That’s my girl.”