#sub mingyu

They had been dating for a few months now, though they’d known each other (read: exist in each other’s peripheries) for years already. Dating his company’s producer, Mingyu learned, comes with a bunch of added benefits that he wasn’t usually privy to. Some of those benefits include: being able to go on secret, casual dates in her studio. Being able to visit each other whenever they want, he could drop by her studio, and she could easily make her way to Seventeen’s practice rooms. Plus, all of his members know her and like her, so casual hangouts with the rest of them weren’t awkward at all (unlike some of his fleeting, failed previous relationships). In fact, Mingyu is pretty sure some of them prefer her company over his, which—rude, but relatable. He’d take her company over those twelve animals any day.

That being said, they’re happy. Thriving, one would say. Mingyu, who had been suffering from a chronic case of ‘clingy boyfriend,’ thrives under their constant, casual check-ins. She is more subtle in her affections, but Mingyu’s familiar with her particular brand of love language, and he’s far from complaining. Their sex life is great too. Although they didn’t start getting intimate until the third month of their relationship. But if you ask Mingyu, he would have been perfectly fine had she wanted to wait a little longer—he’s too far gone to complain about any lack of physical intimacy, not when she is spectacular at being vulnerable and deepening their emotional connection, which is what Mingyu usually lacks in his previous relationships.

He probably should stop comparing their relationship with his previous ones, now. But he can’t help it. She taught him a whole new way of loving, showing him that love doesn’t have to be demonstrated through grand gestures, and that he’s worth more than just his body and what he offers in a relationship. She loves him for him, and Mingyu had never had that in his life.

Now, back to what he was saying, their sex life is great. She’s still a little shy, sometimes, which Mingyu finds unbearably adorable and a turn on, and most of the time, or maybe all the time, he’s the one who takes the lead. Which he doesn’t mind. He loves giving, loves making his partners drown in pleasure until they can’t think straight. He especially loves it when she gets that faraway look in her eyes, her body pliant and melting into the mattress, and letting Mingyu have his way. He could go on all night whenever she gets like that, watching that pretty face contort into pained pleasure, fixating on the way she squirms in place, hands grasping at anything she could reach to ground herself. He loves making her relax, making her let go of that control she always subjects herself to, making her cry and moan, a creature of pleasure and lust.

He's getting distracted again.

The point is, he’s always the one taking the lead in their sex life, but lately, he’s been having thoughts.  

He knows when people look at them, they’d wonder how they could even be a couple. She’s all cool nonchalance and calm eyes, but Mingyu is quite literally the opposite of that. But she grounds him in ways he never learns or knows how to. And besides, she’s not as nonchalant as she makes herself appear; if anything, she’s the one who’s more forward when it comes to showing her blatant favouritism. His members can attest to that.

For example, she had made a habit of visiting him during practice, bringing bags of takeout for all of them, a simple yet considerate gesture that never fails to make his heart clench and his eyes teary just a little. The fact that she makes the effort to get closer to his members, the people who are most precious to him, always manages to make her fall for her even more.

“Mingyu’s owner is here and she brings food!” Soonyoung loudly announces, bounding towards her and grabbing the bags from her hand before Mingyu himself could greet her.

“Please don’t call me that.” She said with a grimace, handing him a few bags but keeping one to herself, her eyes searching for his, and Mingyu is seconds away from jumping into her arms and dragging them both out of here.

Mingyu runs up to her, arms automatically coming up around her shoulders as he presses himself as close as humanely possible, resting his chin on her head as he closes his eyes and breathes her in. “My love, my baby, my saving grace. I love you and I’ve missed you. Why didn’t you come by sooner?” he pouts, nuzzling his cheeks against hers. “They were being mean to me again. You should scold them.”

She, to her credit, lets him cling as she makes her way to one of the couches, snorting at his dramatics. “Sorry, love, I ordered some pastries from that café you like, but they were taking longer than usual.” She said, patting his head and putting the bag of takeout on his lap.

Mingyu beams with the force of a thousand suns, kissing both her cheeks with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever before peering into the bag. There’s a container of rice and some kimchi stew, from the same restaurant the other boys get, but there’s a smaller, separate bag with some pudding and tart inside, his favourite. There’s even a single flower in the bag, the one he knew was taken from the vase of flowers she kept by the window in her studio.

Mingyu calmly places the bag on the floor by his feet, before turning towards her and tackling her into the couch, arms like vices around her body.

She lets out a loud cackle, a sound that Mingyu’s convinced he’ll hear once he enters heaven. And he knows he will, because he managed to make her laugh like that.

He ignores the groans from the other members; let them be, they don’t know what a healthy, loving relationship looks like.

“How come we don’t get pastries?” Seungkwan loudly claims. And she, with her arms around Mingyu’s waist and patting his back like one would to an overgrown dog, barely glances at him as she replies.

“You’re not my boyfriend.”

Mingyu’s heart roars, and he pulls back slightly to pepper kisses all over her pretty little face, heart clenching at her soft giggles. If it were up to him, he’d show her exactly what she does to him, how much he appreciates her in his life, but alas, they’re still at their workplace.

—

So anyway, their relationship is as healthy and happy as they can be, and despite their occasional misunderstandings, they’re both mature enough to settle and work through them civilly. If there’s one thing either of them shares in common, it’s that they both hate letting arguments get blown out of proportion and prefer to address them directly instead of avoiding them. Mingyu truly believes he’d found her soulmate.

Shit, he’s getting distracted again. Anyway, remember what he said about having thoughts? By thoughts, he means he wonders if, perhaps, their dynamic in bed could be explored more. Branching out, per se. Trying out new things, perchance.

Because Mingyu truly believes she has the potential to make his brain melt and, frankly speaking, dominate him in bed.

There, he said it. And he has evidence to support his claim.

Exhibit A:

This occurs often enough that Mingyu couldn’t even point out when it first happens, but he remembers when he first felt a little tingle, a little heat pooling low in his stomach when she does it.

See, Mingyu’s always been overly energetic; everyone and their mother knows this. And one of the ways he spends that energy is by going out, and she would be at the top of his list of people he invites to go out.

He had stumbled into her studio one day, fresh from practice and still running on adrenaline. He pulls her chair back from the desk, forcing her to take off her headphones to look up at him, an eyebrow raised.

She’s never annoyed with him whenever he gets like this, and his heart squeezes.

“Let’s go out.” He announces, grabbing her hands and tries to pull her up, but she only snorts.

“Later, Gyu. I have a deadline to catch up on.”

Mingyu pouts a little childishly. And sure, Mingyu gets it, knows that she has her own job and that she can’t just drop everything to spend time with him if she wants to. But both of them know that Mingyu won’t force her into anything, and that he’s being dramatic just for the sake of it, and perhaps he likes it when she indulges his antics. So what if he’s acting like a child? His girlfriend likes him to be clingy and dramatic.

“Come on,” He drags out the word, shaking her hands.

She leans back in her seat, pulling her hands out of his grasp, barely glancing at him as she pulls her chair closer to her desk. “If you're good for me and sit still for an hour, I’ll go out with you. Can you do that, Gyu?” she said.

One must understand that Mingyu is just a man and one with a high libido at that, and his lizard of a brain is good at twisting things out of context. The way she said it, so casually, her tone soft but demanding, as if she expects him to do just that—and he would—stirs something in him.

He spent that hour sitting on the couch behind her, staring at the back of her head, gnawing at his lips as his lizard mind replays her words over and over, but in a completely different context.

He wonders if she can be that demanding in bed. Ordering him to stay still as she takes her pleasure, uncaring of his needs as she uses his body however she wants. Would she be rough with it? Mean? Condescending? He shivers at the thought. Imagine if she ties him up and rides him, over and over until she’s sated, pushing him into overstimulation and forcing him to just take whatever she gives him, oh lord have mercy.

Exhibit B:

They were in her studio again, sitting on the couch with her legs on either side of his hips as she straddled his lap. Their lips locked into a deep, bordering on filthy kiss. Mingyu had one of his hands under her hoodie, running over the soft skin of her back while his other hand squeezed her thigh. She’d grown bolder when it came to making out with him, hand tangled in his hair and tugging slightly, just the way he likes it, while she drags the nails of her other hand on the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine as he moans into the kiss.

She hums against his lips, biting on his bottom lip as she presses closer. Mingyu was seconds away from grinding up against her when they were rudely interrupted by the sound of her ringtone. She pulls away, albeit reluctantly, a string of spit connecting their lips that sends him into overdrive.  He tries to chase after her, to stop her from pulling away, to capture her lips again, and they can forget about their duties and get lost in each other. He was half hard and nearly shaking with need, a simple make-out session, and he’s already wrecked.

But then she did something that changed the trajectory of his damn life and unlocked parts of him he didn’t even know existed.

She clicked her tongue and rested a hand on his throat, not choking him or anything, but holding him in place as she fishes for her phone in her pocket. Mingyu went still like a kitten with its scruffs held. His pupils are dilated, his lips swollen, and her long fingers pressing against his pulse only heightened his need. He lets out a soft whine just before she could answer, his hands tightening on her waist and eyes pleading silently.  

She met his eyes with a stern stare, tightening her hand slightly. “Be good.”

Mingyu damn near went insane. He released a shuddering breath and rested his forehead against her shoulder, seeking comfort in her scent, but that only adds to the fire in his gut. He listened as she talked to the asshole on the other side, the familiar, soft rasp in her voice a balm to his bubbling need. She had dragged her hand from his throat to the back of his head, scratching his nape with her blunt nails, pulling him closer. And it’s such a tender gesture, making him feel like an utter degenerate with the images that run through his mind.

Her, riding him with a hand on his throat. Her, choking him as she works him to orgasm with her hand. Her denying him his release as she cuts off his breath. The thought alone almost made him cum.

And when the call ended, all Mingyu could do was pull her down into him, catching her lips and pouring his desperation into it, to which she responded with a breathless chuckle and went easily as he pushed her into the couch, hovering over her.

Exhibit C:

These are an amalgamation —big word there, Mingyu—of instances when they happen to be intimate, which are unfortunately rare these days as Mingyu is preparing for a comeback.

She was feeling particularly horny that night, pushing him into the bed as she crawls all over him, causing his breath to shudder in his chest as he rested his hands on her thighs. Her dark hair forms curtains on either side of their face, her cat-like eyes low and heated. “Wanna ride you, Gyu.” She murmurs, a soft whine in her voice, which Mingyu responds to with a low groan. She’d grown bolder, and he doesn’t think he can survive it.  

And ride him she did, sending him shaking as he lay there and lets her have her way, until she eventually grows tired and Mingyu flips them, taking over with renewed strength, eager to show her exactly how much he loves her taking over.

Or that one time when Mingyu felt needy and dragged her into a janitor’s closet at their company, and she strokes him into completion, murmuring soft praises that sent shivers down his spine and were somehow more effective than the soft grasp of her fingers around his length.

Or how she’d recently made a habit of guiding his hands right where she wanted them—on her soft breasts, against the soft curve of her ass, against the heat between her legs. Each time, she does it without thinking, a silent demand that she simply expected him to follow, and Mingyu is more than happy to cater to her wishes; he could devote his entire life to it — to making her feel good, to servicing her however she wants him to.

—

That being said, he has no idea how to broach this topic with her. They’ve had mature, healthy conversations before, but never really about their sex life. She’s always been reserved, and though she opens up to him significantly over the course of their relationship, sex and intimacy are still something she doesn’t address head-on (apart from that first time when she tells him she’s ready to take it to the next step, of which he wasted no time pouncing on her).

—

They couldn’t spend as much time together these days. He’s too busy with his group’s comeback, and she’s preoccupied with producing for one of the younger groups. But they made a point to drop by once in a while, checking in whenever they can. It’s a good thing that she knows exactly how busy he can be, and he knows how she gets when she’s locked in on producing.

But thankfully, Comeback is approaching its end, and Mingyu will have a few days' break before he’s thrown into his solo schedules. They had their last music show performance today, and Mingyu is more than ready to drive over to her place instead of his shared apartment with Wonwoo and spend his night there, surrounded by her scent.

He had just walked off stage, glistening with sweat and fumbling with his in-ear, when a voice called out to him.

He turns and flashes a soft smile, greeting Yerin with a friendly hug.

Yerin and he had a history. They were in a relationship a couple of years ago, though it only lasted for two months. It was a mutual breakup, one that they both saw coming. Their personalities and values simply don’t match, and although they enjoy each other in bed, they barely go on dates or spend time together. If you ask him, he’d say that their relationship is more akin to fuck buddies than being an actual couple. Still, there’s no bad blood between them, and they greeted each other warmly whenever they crossed paths. Besides, she’s already secretly engaged with someone.

“Mingyu, it’s been a while!” she screeches excitedly, and he chuckles, nodding his head.

They had a brief conversation, catching up with each other, before Mingyu caught sight of his beloved girlfriend waiting at the end of the hallway. He lights up almost immediately, excusing himself and giving her another brief hug before bounding up to the love of his life, lips stretched in a bright grin. “Baby! What are you doing here? I thought you were still at the company?” he pulls her in, squeezing her soft frame against his chest. “I was just planning to go to yours and cook something up before you come home. Do you need something here? Looking for someone?”

He asked, too excited at seeing her after what felt like years —they had seen each other just yesterday, albeit briefly — that he didn’t notice her sunken mood.

She pats his back, her voice low. “Yeah, no. I wanted to pick you up. I already ordered something. Come home with me?” She looks up at him, her eyes soft, though there’s something dark in them that Mingyu hadn’t noticed before. He hesitates, wonders if he should ask, but quickly pushes the thought aside. If she wants to tell him, she will, of her own accord.

He nods. “Okay. Wait for me, I’m gonna tell my manager.”

“No need.” She cuts him abruptly, eyes somewhere behind him as she grabs his hand. “I already told him earlier. We can just go now.” She said, slipping her other hand around his neck and squeezing slightly. Mingyu shivers; it felt a lot like a warning, but her sharp eyes are directed elsewhere.

He subtly turns his head, catching sight of Yerin talking to Seungkwan.

Oh shit, right. His ex.

Mingyu had told her all about his past relationships early on when they got together. He doesn’t want any misunderstanding, especially not when he’s constantly in the public eye, and one wrong rumour could put a rift between them, though he doubts she’ll be insecure and immature enough to let a small gossip get to her. Still, he had wanted to come clean, especially about Yerin, whom he likes to put as a special case, because she’s the only ex he stayed friends with.

But she’s always so sure of herself, so independent and mature and understanding that he finds it hard to believe that she’d be…what? Jealous?

He hates how the thought sends an excited thrill down his spine.

He ruminates on this thought as she drives them back to her place. Her apartment is nowhere near as luxurious as his, but it’s definitely on the expensive end, successful producer that she is. She’s quiet throughout the ride, and she’s quiet as they eat dinner and get ready for bed.

Mingyu waits until they’re both doused in the darkness of her room, silver moonlight filtering through the curtains acting as their only source of light. He turns to her, who’s facing away from him.

“Baby,” he calls out softly, scooting closer until his bare chest is pressed against her back. He waits for her, reading her signals, and when she shows no signs of pushing him away, he carefully wraps an arm around her waist from behind. “You’ve been quiet. Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

She was silent for a few moments, her body tense, before she let out a slow, careful breath. “It’s stupid. I’m sorry, love. I’ll feel better in the morning.”

Mingyu frowns, gently guiding her to turn around, tutting softly. “It’s not stupid if it’s eating you away like this. Come on, tell me, please?”

She looks at him, the city lights from the windows reflecting in her irises as she cups his cheek. Mingyu leans into the touch, something deep inside him —the part that worries he might have upset her — relaxing slightly.

“I was jealous.” She said, point-blank. “I saw you with your ex, and I just let my thoughts run away, I guess. I know you don’t have feelings for her anymore, it’s just,” she paused, eyes staring somewhere over his shoulder, avoiding his gaze. Mingyu waits for her to collect her thoughts, waits for her to let it all out as his hand rubs her shoulder in a soothing rhythm. “Just, the knowledge that you’ve been together, that she’d seen parts of you that I wish only I could see, the fact that you’ve been intimate, it-”

She lets out a shaky sigh, something dark in her voice that made him tense, “It pisses me off.”

The silence that followed is heavy, thick with tension. He can feel her eyes on him, gauging his reaction, and he doesn’t know what to tell her other than he’s inexplicably turned on right now.

Mingyu takes a few moments to restart his brain, swallowing thickly as he squeezes her shoulder. “First of all, I’ve never had any feelings for her. What we had was purely physical. And I don’t even see her that way anymore, the only person I have my eyes on is you. You don’t have to doubt that.” His tone is gentle, eyes searching for hers.

“I don’t doubt it, I just,” she trails off, staring at his chest. She sighs and leans closer, pressing their fronts together. “You’re right, I shouldn’t be jealous. You’re all mine right now, and that’s all that matters, huh?” she said, almost teasingly.

But oh god, he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t find the slight possessiveness in her words incredibly hot.

She’s still talking, arm draped over his waist, trailing her fingers idly on the lower part of his back, sending goosebumps up his skin. “Sorry for worrying you. And don’t worry, I’m not gonna go all toxic and ban you from being friends with her or anything.”

“Why not?” he asked before he could stop himself. She looks up at him, incredulous.

“Huh?”

Too late now, Mingyu had let that thought poison his brain, and the only cure is if she fucks his brains out like he had been wanting her to —ages ago.

He pushes her onto her back, pressing her down with his weight. “I wouldn’t mind if you were a little possessive.” He murmurs, nose pressed against hers.

“What are you talking about, Gyu?”

Mingyu swallows, trailing his nose down her cheek, breathing in her scent as he nuzzles beneath her jaw. “You could be a little toxic. Could mark me up and let everyone know that I’m yours.”

She frowns softly, clearly not knowing where he’s going with this, but curious, nonetheless.

He takes that as his cue.

“You could always control me a little, I’d let you, you know.” He whispers against her neck, his heart beating out of his chest. Her pulse flutters, and he can feel it beneath his lips, emboldening him.

“She may have already seen my body, had sex with me, but you know what any of my previous partners never experienced?” he paused, pulling away. Her eyes are dark, and despite the dim lighting, he can see the familiar desire swirling there, sending shivers down his spine. “They’d never seen me submit. Never had control in their hands, never taken the lead.” He breathes shakily, lips inches from her.

“What do you really want, Mingyu?” Her voice is still just as soft as he knows it to be, but there’s a new edge to it, a slight rasp, a demand.

“Take control.” He murmurs, barely biting back a whine. “You took care of me so well outside of the bedroom, I know you could take care of me here, too. I want you to. Need you to.”

She was quiet, thinking over his words. Her hands had come up over his shoulders, and she had shifted slightly, allowing him to settle between her legs as she lightly ran a hand through his hair. “As in, you want me on top?” she asked tentatively.

Mingyu purses his lips. “Well, yeah, but not necessarily. I mean, you could, but-” he trails off, searching for words.

“Words, baby.” She whispers encouragingly.

He snaps his eyes up at her, lights up slightly. “That. Do that, whatever that is. Tell me what to do, tell me what you need, and where to put my hands. Tell me to do whatever, and I’ll do it.”

She blinks and lets out a breathless chuckle. But her voice lowered slightly when she asked. “You want me to dominate you in bed?”

Mingyu’s cheeks colour, and he buries his face in her chest, whining softly. “Yeah.”

The silence is heavy, thick with unsaid words. Mingyu still hasn’t lifted his head off her chest, content to breathe her in as she thinks over his words. She’s still playing with his hair, so he allows himself to relax. Technically, he knows she won’t do something as ridiculous as running away screaming or anything, but it’s a relief to know that she’s okay with him voicing his needs.

“I’ve thought about it.” She murmurs, and Mingyu lifts his head abruptly, eyes wide.

She’s staring up at the ceiling, her voice faraway as if she’s lost in thought. “There are times when you would look at me, like, like I’m your god or something.” She chuckles to herself.

“It’s overwhelming in the best way. And the way you just- go with my whims, no question whatsoever,” she paused, dragging her gaze back to his. His breath hitches, gritting his teeth at the darkness swirling there.

“Did you know,” she mutters, dragging her hand down to his cheek, pressing her thumb against his bottom lip. Mingyu chokes back a whine. “-what it does to a person, having all that power in their hands?”

Mingyu forgets how to breathe, his lips parting under the soft pressure, and his hips bucked reflexively when she slips her thumb past his teeth.

Her eyes darken, and her own breath hitches, her composure slipping from his reaction. “You’ve always been so good for me,” she slips her thumb deeper, pressing down on his tongue, and Mingyu’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. “I guess I should reward you, hm? Would you want that?”

Fuck.

Mingyu doesn’t even know that he’s capable of making such a pathetic sound, but he did, and he’s already panting, mouth parted from her thumb, so hard that he’s aching.

She swallows thickly, and it’s clear that she’s just affected as he is, which only serves to drive him crazier.

She takes a moment to take him in —the way he’s breathing heavily, the way his eyes are wide and glassy, his strong body limp on top of hers. Then, as if suddenly emboldened, she slowly nudges him onto his back, barely putting any strength into it, and he goes easily with arms around her waist and pulling her on top.

“Thank you for telling me, baby.” She whispers, leaning over him, and Mingyu nearly cries.

She lies on top of him, legs on either side of his hips, chest pressed against his, and for a moment, Mingyu wonders if she’ll just stop this here and cuddle him to sleep instead.

He wouldn’t mind, but his dick is about to burst right now.

She giggles suddenly, breath warm against his neck. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Mingyu softens visibly at that —not in his pants, but his eyes are less ‘fuck me, mommy’ and more grounded now — wrapping his arms around her waist, burying his nose in her hair.

“Sorry, it’s a lot, huh? We don’t have to do this right away.” He said softly, patting her head. “We can just go to sleep, if you want.”

She shakes her head, pulling away, hands propped on his bare chest as she looks down at him. There’s a soft flush on her cheeks. “I want this too. I told you, I’ve thought about this, too. You’re not the only one suddenly questioning their kinks.”

He chuckles breathlessly, nodding. “Okay. But if you want to tap out, just say the word.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

He rolls his eyes. “A dom can still get overwhelmed, you know?”

She giggles, and once again, Mingyu’s reminded of how far gone he is for this woman.

Mingyu waits for her to collect her thoughts, and he reminds himself not to get too into it just yet, not when they’re still learning. She might actually run away screaming if he suddenly gets on his knees and begs her to use his face or something like that.

“You’ll tell me if you don’t like something?” She asked, soft, tentative, her hand cupping his cheek.

Mingyu leans into her touch, nuzzling into her palm and kissing it, his eyes dark as they meet hers. “I will. I trust you.”

She shudders at that, chewing on her lower lip as she nods, determined. “Okay.”

And it’s endearing, how she’s so determined to do this for them, make it good for him. He couldn’t ruminate on that thought for long, though, because her hands are slowly travelling down his bare chest, exploratory. They’d had sex multiple times before; her hands had travelled down his body in the same way more than once, but it feels different now. Different, because her eyes are soft but dark as they follow her hands, as she traces his skin. Different because he’s slowly letting himself sink into that space, melting into the mattress, lying himself down at her altar.

She slowly leans down, pressing their lips together as she shifts her hips lower, sitting right on top of him. His hips jerked involuntarily, hissing under his breath as his hands gripped her hips. She hums lowly, grabbing his wrists as she whispers against his mouth. “Can you keep your hands above your head?”

Fuck.

Mingyu nods, slowly rising his arms above his head, right hand gripping his left wrist, muscles straining, veins bulging beneath his skin.

She pulls back slightly, lips parted as she takes him in. “No wonder you always told me to do that,” she mumbles almost to herself, “Look at you.”

Mingyu lets out a quiet groan, throwing his head back in frustration, nails digging into his forearm. “Baby, please. You’re killing me here.”

She giggles, leaving open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “Shh, you can’t rush art,” she murmurs teasingly. “Let me take my time.”

And take her time she did. She touches him everywhere except for where he needs it most. Running her lips all over his chest and torso, sucking on his nipples —which, wow, he didn’t even know they were that sensitive — and sucking marks into his tanned skin. She murmurs soft praises in between, sinking him deeper into that space of mind where everything feels floaty and good.

“You’ve always looked so good, Gyu.”

“Doing so well for me.”

“Always made me feel so good. I should return the favour, right?”

“Look so pretty with my marks.”

Each murmured praise is another thread of his control being cut. He stares up at the ceiling, eyes hazy, chest heaving, and fingers digging into the sheets as he fights to keep himself still.

Then, finally, she moves lower, sitting on his thighs. She peers up at him, tapping his stomach to get his attention.

Mingyu drags his gaze from the ceiling to her, lips swollen from how hard he’d been biting on them. “Is this okay?” she asked, tilting her head.

And really, she has no business looking all cute while ruining him. He nods and swallows when she raises an eyebrow. “Yeah. All good.” His voice cracks slightly, but she doesn’t comment on it as she nods.

She tugs at the waistband of his sweatpants, chewing on her lip nervously. “Can I?”

She could do anything she wanted, and he would’ve let her. But he doesn’t tell her that, of course. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

It takes some manoeuvring, but she eventually manages to pull off his pants and briefs in one go, both of them chuckling under their breaths when his feet get stuck for a moment.

When he’s fully naked, his erection exposed to the cold air of the room, the mood shifts again. She crawls over his legs, settling on his thighs as she licks her lips. Mingyu keeps his arms above his head, but the intensity in her eyes makes him feel strangely self-conscious. Funny, seeing as he’s an idol. He should be used to attention now, but hers is different. He feels laid bare, flayed open under the burn of a thousand suns.

He turns his head to the side, hiding his face in the crook of his arm, ears burning.

She lets out a small sound. “Why are you looking away?”

He grits his teeth, chuckling slightly, though he doesn’t open his eyes. “Just a moment.”

“Okay.” She replies softly, and Mingyu allows himself to take comfort in that.

But Mingyu should’ve known her sudden compliance meant no good. The thing about her is that, although she’s soft with him —only him, he thought smugly — she has a bit of a mean streak. It’s not obvious if you don’t pay attention, but she likes to get under people’s skin, teasing and poking to get a reaction out of them. Much like Jeonghan. And seeing as Mingyu is a chronic drama queen, she takes particular pleasure in teasing him.

Like she does now, using his momentary distraction to abruptly wrap her hand around his length, giving him a firm stroke that causes his back to arch, letting out a surprised moan as he opens his eyes.

“Fuck-” he gasped, eyes wide as he stared at her.

The look in her eyes sends shivers down his spine — it’s downright sinister, the way she grins in satisfaction at his reaction before mumbling a half assed apology. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to surprise you.”

Mingyu bites back his groan, glaring down at her, to which she only raises an eyebrow. “Should I stop?”

That made Mingyu panic, and he immediately shook his head, whining when her grip loosened around him. “No- fuck. No, don’t stop.” He mutters in one breath, nails digging into his palms where he held them above his head.

She hums, leaning down, one arm pressed beside his head, supporting her weight, while the other continues its languid, slow stroke down his length. Mingyu moans, closing his eyes as his muscles strain, finally getting the friction he needed, but it wasn’t enough. He responds immediately when he feels her familiar lips against his, tilting his head slightly as he parts his lips, groaning low in his throat as she licks into his mouth.

Her pace is steady and mind-numbingly slow, but he’s just grateful she even touches him, so he doesn’t complain. She’s still tentative, unsure, checking in occasionally, to which he could barely answer, too drunk on the slowly building heat in his stomach. She had taken the time to leave marks on his thighs, too, biting down in the meat and humming when his hips jerked in response. It seems she had taken his earlier request about marking him up seriously, because now she made it her mission to mark every inch of him, biting and sucking all while her hand moves torturously slow.

At some point, the pleasure feels too much and too little, and Mingyu lets out a long, drawn-out groan of frustration. She stops immediately, perking up from between his thighs worriedly. “Gyu? You okay?”

Mingyu groans again, staring down at her. “Baby, I love you, and this feels good, but please hurry. I can’t take it anymore.” He mutters urgently, sweat dripping down his temples. “Are you doing it on purpose? Teasing me? Do you want me to beg?” he huffs.

She only chuckles, pulling herself up as she smiles almost sheepishly. “Sorry, I thought I should take it slow.” Then she paused, tilting her head, a dark interest in her eyes, “Will you, though? Will you beg if I tell you to?”

Mingyu swallows thickly, chest heaving, and licks his lips. “Please.” He murmurs, breathless. “Just do something. Please, baby.”

Her eyes darkened with renewed interest, and what follows is a blur of heat and her maddening praises. The more reactive Mingyu is, the more he moans, gasps, and whimpers, the bolder she gets. It’s like their roles are completely reversed. Now, she’s the one who gives, and gives and gives until he can’t physically take anymore. Until his thighs shake, his body slick with sweat, until a trail of drool slips down his chin and his eyes water from overstimulation.

She seems to like that too —when he grew mindless with pleasure, when he had to grip onto the sheets to hold himself back from either bucking up into her, or pulling away. She keeps checking in, but sometimes it feels less because she actually cares, but more because she likes hearing him whine for her not to stop.

When they finish in a tangle of limbs and sweat, all Mingyu could do is slump against her, boneless as he nuzzles into her chest, as she holds him close and whispers praises and sweet nothings into his ear. They catch their breaths, and when silence settles between them, when Mingyu’s chest no longer heaves like he’s dying, and she stops checking over him worriedly, she asks.

“Was that okay?”

Mingyu chuckles, burying his face into the crook of her neck, pulling her close with his arms around her waist. “That was perfect.”

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