#seventeen stuff

your mouth fell open as your hands gripped the sheets as hard as they could “mingyu! fuck please have mercy!” you breathed out, looking back at him who was chuckling at your words.

“i can feel you in my stomach” you whined and gasped. he pulled your hair back further making you look up at the ceiling.

you tugged down on your bottom lip, squeezing your eyes closed “fuck, you’re so warm and wet, baby!” he grunted between his clenched teeth.

“oh my god!” you whined, pushing yourself back on him. you felt his other hand wrap around the front of your throat, gripping it tightly but not too tight. mingyu came into your view with a smirk on his face as his other hand let go of your hair.

the empty room was filled with moans, groans, panting and skin clapping that was loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

his hand smacked your ass at least 5 times and you squeezed your eyes closed, releasing a throaty moan “fuck! yes!” you managed to get out.

soon you both heard a pair of tiny feet and a small knock on the door. your eyes went wide along with mingyu’s. “mommy?” the voice called out making you gulp and mingyu let go of your throat so you could answer “yes sweetie?” you called out.

mingyu continued to thrust himself into you which made you look back at him and he just grinned at you. “can you read to me?” your daughter asks “of course, sweetheart, i’ll be there in a bit!” you choked up.

once heard her walk away from the door, you let out the loudest whine “she could’ve heard us!” you scolded mingyu and he shrugged “but she didn't, did she?” he teased which made you roll your eyes “plus i already told you to stay quiet before we started!” he grunted, giving your ass another smack.

“shut it and just finish fucking me” you hugged and his eyebrow raised “fine” was all he said before ramming into you at a quicker pace, filling the room with louder noises of skin clapping.

“fucking hell, mingyu! i’m gonna cum!” you warned, gripping the sheets tighter as the euphoric feeling filled your veins. his eyes darted to the action between your sweaty bodies, seeing a ring of youe arousal at the base of his cock. mingyu tilted his head back, enjoying the way your tight and wet walls feels around his cock which is what made him lose it.

“gonna breed your fucking hole baby” he grunted out “i’m gonna fill you up so good!” was all he said before flipping you over which earned a noise from you. now you were on your back with your legs open and he was still buried inside you, fucking you as rough and hard as he good.

he placed his hands on your hips, digging his nails into your skin. louder whimpers fell from your mouth once he switched angles which had you gripping onto his biceps that you were clinging onto.

“min-mingyu!” was all you managed to get out before your orgasm hit you. your eyes were rolled back, toes curled and head moved back.

his rough thrusts continued until his white warm strings of cum filled you up to the brim and that made you let out a pornographic moan “fuck” mingyu breathed out, stopping his hips completely.

he moved slowly into you, helping you both through your highs until your body reacted to it.

you both heard tiny feet again followed by a small knock which made you quickly cover up “yes, hon?” you called out, still catching up with your breath.

the door opened this time revealing your daughter lil who had one of her stuffed animals in her hand along with a pouty look on her face “what’s wrong?” you asked frowning at her face in confusion “i can’t sleep” she spoke up with a little sadness in her voice.

“why not? what’s going on?” mingyu asked and she shrugged her shoulders. you then reached down and picked up your robe from the floor that he previously took off of you and put it back on….in bed mhm before getting out of it “c'mon” you said to your daughter as you walked towards her about to reach for her hand until you felt a stream of mingyu’s cum dripping down your leg which made your eyes widen once again.

“daddy’s going to take you to bed okay?” was all you said before moving down to give her a forehead kiss.

mingyu raised an eyebrow and you showed him the left behind wet line, and he let out a chuckle and you glared at him before walking into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

he reached down towards his ankles and pulled up the sweatpants he still had on before getting out of bed, sighing.

“let's read that bedtime story, okay?” he asked and lil nodded her head with a smile plastered on her face “okay let’s go”

after the 5th chapter of her favorite book, lil was fast asleep with soft purrs coming from her. mingyu smiled at the sight before getting up from the chair he was sitting on by the bed and leaning over to plant a small kiss on her forehead.

after, he left her room and went back into your shared bedroom and closed the door behind him. he looked up to see you fast asleep.

he tiptoed over towards the bed and pulled the covers back and climbed into it carefully so he wouldn’t wake you up.

mingyu wrapped his arm around your waist, spooning you from behind and placed a small peck on your shoulder.

“night baby” you mumbled out and he smiled a little.

“night, honey”

“Good luck with that,” he scoffed, bringing his class to his lips. “Peter has a point. The hours and demands of an associate trying to make partner are crazy. It would be stupid to try and date through all that.”

“It’s not my fault that no one’s interested in you,” you teased.

This wasn’t true at all. While quite the thorn in your side, Jeonghan was also incredibly smart, infuriatingly tenacious, and not difficult to look at by any means. He probably could successfully date while making partner if he wanted to.

Jeonghan’s eyes flicked over you, giving you a withering look.

“We both know that's not true.”

“Not sure why you're so concerned about bagging someone before thirty then,” you goaded him, taking a sassy sip from your glass.

“I prefer to be realistic.”

“It is realistic…for me.”

Jeonghan was staring you down now, eyes narrowed slightly at you in something akin to annoyance. This often happened when you two took up arms.

“Let's make it interesting,” Jeonghan suggested.

You furrowed your brows. This was not a good sign.

“If neither of us is married by the time we're thirty, we'll be each others’ contingency plans.”

“What?” you coughed.

“I mean, it shouldn't be a concern for you, since you’re more than sure you’ll be married by then. And you're so sweet to be worried about whether I'll be married by thirty, so this should put your mind at ease.”

Your eyes swiveled around in your head, trying to understand exactly how he had managed to twist the conversation into this?

“I’ve returned with more alcohol,” Peter announced as he set three more beers on the table.

You shifted away from Jeonghan and faced the beverages with an awkward grimace. You weren't even halfway done with your first beer.

…

“What's happening?” you looked up at Jeonghan with confusion.

You’d been studying tax law in the library when a hand had slapped a sheet of paper over your text. Jeonghan had a triumphant look on his face, almost as if he’d bested you in a mock trial.

“Contract.”

As if that explained anything.

“For?” you asked, rifling through your brain to see if there was some contract related assignment that you had forgotten about.

“Our marriage contingency contract.”

“What?” you made a face at him. 

“Legally binding. Feel free to review.”

“I-,” your curiosity took over as you grabbed the document, scanning it over.

Jeonghan wasn’t top of class for no reason. He had really written this in language that was clear. There was little to no room for interpretation. If you signed this, you would be marrying Yoon Jeonghan if you were still single at thirty.

“Nice work,” you gave the contract a gentle pat as you slid it back towards him. “It’s good to practice our writing skills.”

“Aren’t you going to sign?” he asked, eyes glancing to your pen pointedly.

“Are you serious?” you asked, slightly exasperated at his persistence now. “What is the point of this?”

Jeonghan crossed his arms. He’d never taken you for a coward.

“I guess you aren’t that confident that you’ll be married before thirty.”