Ok But Tell Me Why A Part Of Me Thinks That Mingyu Has A Corruption Kink Like I Know We All Assume Hes

ok but tell me why a part of me thinks that mingyu has a corruption kink like I know we all assume he’s a switch/sub but imagine him knowing you don’t have much experience in well said field and that raises the dom side of him and he wants to show you the ways of we’ll everything lol

Ok so...first of all, apologies for this being in my asks for a while but, corruption kink is one of my favorite things to exist when it comes to Mingyu. Let's play around with why, shall we?

cw; mingyu x f reader, teasing, dirty talk, reader smaller than mingyu, reader wearing a skirt, fingering, pet names, the insinuation of sex and big dick!gyu

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Mingyu is a gentle giant. He loves how small you can be compared to him in every single way, including your personality. The man's personality could fill a room. But, what Mingyu loved the most was how his wink could make you melt from across the room.

His sweet innocent baby. He could see had you watched his teeth getting caught on his bottom lip as he watched you with a drink in his hand. Mingyu had been ready to leave that party the moment had stepped into the room.

Now here you were laid out on his bed, your skirt pooled around your waist, your panties hanging from Mingyu's wrist. You were a vision to behold and most importantly his to ruin. Mingyu watched you nibbling at your lips nervously as your eyes peeked between your legs to watch his fingers run along your inner thigh.

"Such a pretty baby for me. I'm gonna take such good care of you. Keep your legs spread for me, yeah? Let me see this pretty pussy?"

His words were so dirty but they sent a fire right to your core causing you to feel even wetter. Whining out an "Okay..." you swallow hard and drop one leg to the side making Mingyu smirk at you as he trails his fingers over your folds, ghosting them over your warmth.

"There you go. So polite. Are you my good girl?"

Mingyu watches you nod causing him to grin, that big, wide smile that makes you feel like jelly just as you feel his index finger pressing into your tight entrance.

"Oh...oh God. Yeah...yeah I can be. I wanna be for you, Mingyu."

You were saying and doing all the right things to make Mingyu feel like he was going to go insane. You didn't realize how hot you were. You had no idea how much he wanted to bury his face into your wet little pussy and lose every bit of his sanity.

"Fuck, of course, you do. You already are, baby. So damn tight. Gotta open you up for my cock, huh? Don't wanna split my cute little angel apart do I?"

Your cheeks burn, your hips lifting to roll down over Mingyu's fingers as he slips a second finger next to the first. A soft high-pitched moan escapes from your lips along with a breathy, "I--no, I please?"

Mingyu groans leaning down to press a kiss to your plush lips, rolling his hard-clothed cock against your thigh as his fingers scissor into your soft walls.

"Please what?"

Whimpering against Mingyu's lips, you only speak when his kisses move to your neck, your eyes closing to the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm building quickly.

"Please, Gyu. Fuck me."

Mingyu smirks against your neck, his teeth grazing your perfectly unmarked skin before he changes that fact leaving a deep red spot and causing you to whine his name.

"Don't you worry your sweet little head. I'll fuck you so good you won't need anyone else."

❍ the 2k event: mingyu + tuxedo

alternative title: the wolf and the fox

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader

genre: spy au, club au, strangers to lovers, sexual tension

word count: 1220

warnings: slightly suggestive themes, illegal business, drugs mention

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If there is one thing about his job that Mingyu despises, it’s going on undercover missions.

Not that he’s not good at it. Oh, no—Mingyu is one of the best, and he knows that, but sometimes he wishes he could have a simple, in-your-face fight with their enemies, rather than having to slink around and don fake smiles and fake personalities and stab people in the back.

“So, who’s the target this time?” Mingyu mutters to himself, smoothing down the lapels of his tuxedo as he eyes the rest of the aristocrats mingling around in the dimly lit room.

His earpiece crackles. “You’ll know them when you see them,” Wonwoo’s smooth voice replies.

Mingyu rolls his eyes, looking around in disgust as the richest people of their nation get high in this illegal drug party he’s infiltrated. “I need more information than that. Come on, I know Seungcheol trusts me, but I can’t find our target with my gut instincts alone.”

“Mingyu.”

“It’s not like I’m a bloody psychic or anything. Am I meant to go round and asking everyone for their names? Because there are a lot of people here. I don’t think I can do it. It might take forever.”

“Mingyu, come on, Cheol already told you. The less you know, the better.”

Mingyu scoffs. “Yeah, and I still don’t get it. How can less information help me on this mission? I don’t get it. Wonwoo, can't you tell me anything? Just one small detail? Pretty please?”

“Alright, just shut up,” Wonwoo says, and Mingyu can hear his eyeroll. He grins triumphantly. “I’ll tell you their name. They’ll introduce themselves as Y/N.”

“Wha— you’re going to give me a name? That’s it?”

“That’s all I’m allowed to give you. Good luck.”

“Y/N?” Mingyu says, lost. But the line has gone dead, and he huffs in annoyance, tapping his earpiece. “Wonwoo, come on, who’s Y/N?”

“That would be me,” a soft voice says from behind him, and it’s a wonder he hears you above the clamour of the club, but there’s something commanding and attention-capturing about your voice that makes him turn.

You’re standing right next to his elbow, having somehow managed to slink up to him undetected where he sits by the bar.

“Y/N,” Mingyu says, and gives you a once-over. Your eyes are bright, smile mysterious and deceptive, but there’s nothing that gives you away as a potential target. But then you smile wider, a brilliant flashing of teeth, almost predatory, and he grins. 

“Were you looking for me?” you ask, voice still deceptively soft, like you’re playing a game that only you know the rules of, and he decides that he’d indeed like to play your game for a while. A long while, in fact. Enough to figure you out, and then some.

He slides off the bar stool, reaching for your hand and brushing his lips against your knuckles. “Mingyu,” he introduces, looking up at you from where he’s still bent over your hand, lips quirking up into a smirk. “And I’d love to have a dance with you.”

And so that’s what you do.

You manoeuvre him into the centre of the floor with ease, and the music is thumping and the lights flash in a brain-aching way, but the two of you sway gently as if it’s the most romantic moment in the world.

Mingyu’s still trying to size you up, trying to identify the threat, trying to see if he’s meant to get you on their side or make an enemy out of you immediately. However, before he can say anything, anything to gauge who you are and what you want, you look down at where his hands rest on your waist, and then back up at him through your lashes.

“I think we’d make a good pair,” you say, flashing that brilliant smile again. “You and I. We’d work together really well.”

He tilts his head to the side, momentarily losing his focus as you lick your lips slowly. As if you want to eat him.

“Would we?” he says after a moment, and your smile widens. “In what way?”

There are a thousand innuendos there, and neither of you are blind to that. He expects some crude joke about positions and bedrooms, as would be customary of the vulgar aristocrats who frequent this place, but you reply with something rather different.

"Well, we will be like a wolf and a fox," you say, smoothing Mingyu’s suit shoulders and tugging at his tie cheekily. 

Hm, Mingyu thinks. Like partners in crime. And he’s not unaware of the way you had said “will”. As if this was something that would happen in the future.

Well. Mingyu certainly wouldn’t be against that.

"Oh? And who will be the wolf and who will be the fox?" Mingyu decides to humour your interesting talkings, allowing you to pull him forward, grinning. 

"Let me think," you hum, a smirk on your face as you fondle the folds of the tie before your eyes trail up to flutter at Mingyu. "I think you'll be the wolf."

Mingyu’s hands wrap more tightly around your waist, chuckling at the small noise of appreciation that leaves your lips. You’re still swaying across the floor, but the loud music has faded from your ears. It’s just the two of you and the electricity crackling in a protective shell around you. "And why is that, my dear fox?"

Your smirk grows. "Well, you're the bumbling one. The large, burly figure, perhaps not the smartest, but by God are you smoking hot." 

Mingyu chuckles, and he’s not even hiding the fact that his gaze is trained on your lips. “Smoking hot, am I?”

"Hmm, maybe," you tease. "And me, well… I’m sly. Smaller, sneakier, and yet still devastatingly beautiful, am I not?"

You lift up a finger to trace Mingyu’s jawline, and he leans even closer, eyes searing. 

"You are a sly one, that's for sure," he murmurs. Your scent is utterly intoxicating. Mingyu closes his eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck. It takes everything in him not to bury his face into your neck, or smash your lips together, or press you even closer against him and never let you go. 

But before he has the chance to do anything at all, you’ve disappeared, and Mingyu is left holding no one, only the faintest scent of your heady perfume being left behind. 

Mingyu opens his eyes, dizzy and disoriented, looking round the hazy club for where you might have gone. He sighs in frustration, stuffing his hands into his pockets and attempting to reach for his phone before finding— 

He huffs, letting out a dry chuckle as he turns out his empty pockets. "A sly fox, alright," he murmurs. "How bold of someone to steal from one of the renowned figures of the spy world," he smiles to himself, dangling your golden necklace from between his fingers, slightly-too-small silver rings adorning his pinkies. 

Y/N is an interesting person, that’s for sure.

Mingyu’s earpiece crackles again.

“Mingyu? Did you find Y/N?”

Mingyu stares off into the distance, where your figure has disappeared, a slight smile on his face. “I did.”

“Good. Because they’re going to be your partner on this next mission.”

“W— my what?!”

Love Talk - L.C

Pairings: rapper! chan x gn! reader

Genre: one night stand! au, smut (18+)...that's about it

Warnings: Protected sex!! (make sure you wrap it up especially for a one night fling), top! chan, bottom reader, language barriers, reader is foreign, reader is a questionable friend, fairly vanilla sex and that's okay, cursing, please let me know if I need to add anything else

Word Count: 459

Summary: Sometimes actions really do speak louder than words. Or, in which you find yourself underneath a foreign rapper you met a few hours ago.

A/N: Blond Chan got me feeling some kind of way so I hope you enjoy what my horny brain put together. As always feedback is ALWAYS appreciated!!

"Fuck— you, mmph, you looked so damn hot on stage tonight," you moan against the up and coming rapper's lips, your words going through one ear of the faux blond man and out the other…for a number of reasons. 

Chan knew he wouldn't waste an opportunity to get laid on tour. He even anticipated it, preparing a slew of pickup lines to pull on whoever he could picture moaning underneath him in his hotel room. 

Little did he know, getting his dick wet overseas was a lot easier than he thought.

You couldn't care less about the language barrier. Who needs words anyway when you plan on using your lips to move across his body. 

Chan hisses out of pleasure as your lips trace a long his jawline before gently suckling on the soft skin. Your hands pull his body closer to you somehow, your bodies one as he grinds his hips against you, fucking you so deliciously your head can't help but fall back onto the luxury pillows made sure to place under your head out of courtesy. 

You had a feeling sex with Chan would be incredible just from the way his body moved effortlessly on stage as if it was his true calling. And you're proven right as he suddenly slams his hips into you harder, hitting your sweet spot with such pointed precision your brain gets flooded with pleasure, drowning completely and happily in the feeling of Chan's cock fucking you. 

Truthfully, you had no idea who he was prior to tonight. Your best friend had dragged you along, promising dinner for a month if you joined to a concert of some dude named "Dino" she was practically in love with.

Did it break some codes to fuck yout best friend's celebrity crush? Probably. Did you care about that or the fact you knew nothing about this man and could only communicate with your bodies? No.

Why would that be a thought on your mind when you have his sweaty body on top of yours, rutting into you to chase after his release, his moans getting pitcher and shaky the closer he got.

"Cum for me, give it to me. I want you to cum so bad," you whisper out, once again your words falling on deaf ears but just the sound of your voice is enough to send him over the edge.

Chan's hips stutter as thick globs of cum shoot into the condom, your pulsating warmth helping him to ride out his climax.

The two of you pant against each other before he lifts his head to look at you with glossed over eyes. He flashes you the most addictive smile, the sight sending a shiver down your back as you listen to his words come out in the cutest accent you've ever heard.

"One more?"

loser neighbor!chan that wolf-whistles at you every time you visit back home.

somehow the timing is always right despite the weird rivalry/dislike his parents have with yours. the feeling is mutual between children, who even as they've grown up, still don't get along.

that's what you lead them to believe, nobody except you and chan knowing who each other's first kiss was. and boy, does he hold that over your head.

you'd think after fifteen years, that memory would've left his singular brain cell rattling in his head by now but no - he's constantly puckering his lips when you turn to flip him off when you hear the telltale, sleazy whistle.

of course, common sensibly - you could ignore him. sometimes you don't even turn around when you give him the middle finger.

but one day, when you pull up to your parents' house accompanied by a young man and don't even give the time of day to the house next door, you learn your lesson.

when he spies you taking out the garbage, chan is quick to grab your hand and pull you behind the large tree between the properties. it holds your childhood treehouse that you used to play in together, the same tree that hid your first kiss.

and now it hides you down on your knees, sucking chan's big fat cock greedily like the freezer pops you used to share back in the day. the grand oak also hides chan's shaking frame and the beads of sweat that line his forehead as he watches and drools over you batting wet eyelashes up at him while choking on his cock.

even the leaves and branches are kind of enough to rustle in the wind, just barely hiding the nasty gags you're making and chan's strained whines. you hope they also hide the mix of praises and mockery that falls from his lips when he holds down your head and cums down your throat, whispering how he'll always be your first (and hoping to be your last).

little did he know that "young man" you were with earlier was your cousin who you picked up from his college campus on your way home. but you don't think you'll tell chan just quite yet, the jealous and possessive glint in his eyes causing your panties to dampen.

"i'm the first one that kissed those pretty lips of yours and look at them now, stretched around my dick and swallowing my cum. mine. what would you say if your parents saw you like this? oh yeah, you can't talk - can you? they'll just have to see what a slut you are for the neighbors' loser son they can't stand."

connected

bat!hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsis: hyunjin realizes he needs to come clean to you about his identity

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part 2 of the ‘up all night’ series → here

It’s been a long day of work and all Minho wants to do is return home and put his feet up, cuddle with his cats and eat the leftovers in his fridge that have another day or two before they go bad.

Minho doesn’t react at first when he enters the apartment and spots the familiar brunette on his couch.

“Hey hyung,” the man in question greets Minho.

It’s silent between them for a moment, too silent for the intruders taste.

The pair blink at one another before Minho suddenly lets out a yell and pounces on the younger.

The man struggles to free himself from the elder’s grasp.

“Get off me,” Hyunjin whines as Minho attacks him with one of the couch cushions.

“Hwang Hyunjin, you are so dead!”

Hyunjin manages to worm his way out from beneath the elder, he moves to sprint but then feels the back of his—well Minho's shirt—being tugged.

“Hyung please I didn’t mean to—.”

“You imprinted on my best friend,” Minho growled before grabbing a pillow and continuing to smack him with it.

“This isn’t Twilight,” Hyunjin whines as he dodges the man's attacks.

“And I’m a vampire not a werewolf!”

“I don’t care what you are because dead is all you’re going to be here in about five seconds.”

Hyunjin somehow managed to escape Minho’s grasp, turning to face the man with his hands held up In surrender. He gulps as he eyes the pillow that is currently aimed and ready to fire.

“I can’t help it Hyung! Plus she’s really lovely,” Hyunjin finds himself blushing.

“Find someone else to get lovey dovey with!”

“But she’s—,” Hyunjin cuts himself off as his shoulders slump, “Do you not trust me?”

At the disheartened look on the younger’s face, Minho sighs before lowering the pillow with a sigh.

“Listen, it’s not that I don’t trust you. Y/n she—she doesn’t even know about me alright. It’s not that I don’t trust you with her Jinnie. I'm just worried about how she will react to the truth.”

Hyunjin can tell Minho’s stressed by the turn of events. His sudden appearance on her windowsill had been by pure coincidence. After Dori had nipped his wing on Minho’s balcony, he knew he couldn’t stay there.

How was he to know that he was going to show up on his mates windowsill?

“I mean revealing ourselves is one thing but telling her that her pet bat that she’s grown to care for is actually a vampire and ‘oh by the way he’s bonded to you as well’,” Minho scoffed as he plopped back down on the couch.

“We can’t lose her.”

Hyunjin reaches out, gently squeezing the man’s shoulder.

“We aren’t going to lose her hyung.”

Minho eyes the other wearily.

“I know but—let’s just ease her into it alright? I mean she doesn’t even know you exist outside of your bat form.”

Hyunjin pouts then.

“You’re telling me you’ve never mentioned me to her? Not even once?”

Minho shrugs as he deposits the pillow back onto the couch.

“No? Was I meant to?”

Before Hyunjin can whine, Minho's doorbell rings.

“Who’s that?”

Hyunjin casts a sheepish glance over his shoulder as he makes his way to the door.

“I may or may not have finished your leftovers while you were gone so I ordered you more.”

Hyunjin knows Minho’s glare would have been more murderous if he didn’t order more food.

Minho had been looking forward to those leftovers all day.

What neither of them expect as Hyunjin swings open the door is to find you standing at Minho's doorstep, eyes shining with tears.

Both you and Hyunjin stare at each other momentarily, both frozen in the other's presence.

Hyunjin can feel the blood rush to his ears and the way his heart rate increases. He feels his body tingle just being so close to you. A part of him wonders if you can feel it too despite not being a supernatural being.

You’re staring at him wide eyed, still looking beautiful despite the mascara smudged beneath your eyes.

The moment between the two of you is broken when Minho speaks up.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

Minho appears at Hyunjin’s side, stepping forward to place a comforting hand on your shoulders.

Hyunjin has to bite back the jealousy that tugs at his chest from seeing Minho comfort you. He wants to take you into his arms but he knows that’s inappropriate. You don’t realize who Hyunjin is and he isn’t looking to scare you off. So instead Hyunjin clenches his fists by his side and wills himself to step out of the way so that your best friend can properly comfort you.

“H-He’s gone,” he hears you mutter.

Minho visibly stiffens; side eyeing Hyunjin.

“How did he get out?”

Hyunjin’s chest clenches as you sniffle.

“I left the window open and told him he was free to go now that he was better. But I just—I’ll miss him so much. Guess I got too attached huh,” you huff out a laugh but there is no humor behind it.

Minho shushes you before gently wiping one of the tears that had fallen.

Hyunjin wishes more than anything that he could be the one to comfort you.

He didn’t know much about you but there was one thing Hyunjin knew for sure. Seeing you cry was one of the worst things in the world.

Even more so that he had been the cause of your unhappiness.

“Shh Y/n it’s okay. I’m sure he’s closer than you think. Maybe he just needed to stretch his wings.”

You nod before turning your attention towards Hyunjin.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m Y/n,” you laugh, holding your hand out in greeting, “I don’t usually meet people like this.”

Hyunjin feels his heart flutter at the sound. He smiles softly at you before taking your hand in his.

He feels a warmth fill his entire body at your touch.

“Hyunjin.”

Your eyes light up in recognition.

“Oh! You’re Hyunjin? Minho has told me so much about you,” you smile warmly up at him.

Hyunjin can’t help the way he gapes at his friend.

Minho shrugs as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Only bad things of course.”

“Hyung!”

You deliver a soft punch to Minho’s arm.

“He’s lying. He’s never said a single bad thing about you.”

Hyunjin feels his body slump with relief and finds himself endeared at the revelation.

“Yeah but if you two start to get along that means I get to tell Y/n all of your embarrassing stories.”

Hyunjin goes to say something but the laugh you let out distracts him. He doesn’t miss the way Minho rolls his eyes at the lovesick look Hyunjin’s sends your way.

The doorbell rings startling the three of you.

“That’ll be the food,” Hyunjin nods towards the door as he steps around you to greet the delivery man.

“I’m sorry I should probably get going,” you say as you eye the take out.

“There’s no rush,” Minho’s voice sounds from behind you and Hyunjin.

“Stay as long as you like.”

Hyunjin nodded, “Yeah, there’s enough food to share. Minho paid!”

Minho let’s out a low growl at the smug grin on Hyunjin’s face.

“That’s it! Y/n cover your eyes,” Minho shouts before charging after Hyunjin and chasing him through the living room and into the kitchen.

The sound of your laughter lifts Hyunjin’s spirits despite the current predicament he’s in. After all, Hyunjin wants nothing more than for you to be happy.

After a good meal, some conversation and numbers exchanged, Hyunjin is practically vibrating with happiness.

However, that didn’t stop Minho from scolding Hyunjin following your departure for making his best friend cry with his disappearance.

Later that night, Hyunjin finds himself on your windowsill once again in his bat form.

Hyunjin clicks, gaining your attention from where you're currently studying at your desk.

“You came back,” you breathe out as you make your way towards him.

Hyunjin feels his heart soar when you smile at him. He couldn’t help but to purr as you gently scratch between his ears.

“I thought you were gone for good.”

Hyunjin chitters as he rubs himself against your hand. You coo at the action before taking him into your palm.

“I know it’s silly to want you to stay. You aren’t a pet after all,” you laugh as you continue petting the bat, “But I’ll leave the window cracked in case you ever decide to leave for good.”

There was a smile on your face but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Hyunjin’s heart hurt at the thought of being apart from you.

He decided then what he had to do.

Hyunjin lept from your hold, startling you as he flew to the window. Hyunjin rested on top of the sliding window before turning to you. You watched him curiously as he began to hop up and down.

“What are you doing?”

Hyunjin continued to hop in hopes that you would catch on.

He watched as your eyes flickered from him to the open window.

“Do you—,” you cut yourself off, eyes wide with surprise, “Do you want me to shut it?”

Hyunjin clicked at you before hopping up and down once more.

He doesn’t miss the way your features soften as you approach the window. Hyunjin rests on your shoulder as you reach up to shut and latch the window. Once the curtains are pulled, you take him into your palm and cuddle him to your chest.

The sound of your heartbeat relaxes Hyunjin’s body and he purrs as pushes his body against yours. Hyunjin felt happy being close to you and he knew that it was the same for you.

“Welcome home.”

Home.

Hyunjin had never felt what that word meant until this moment. But guilt weighed heavily on him. You needed to know the truth. He didn’t want to keep his identity from you. Hyunjin feared that you would later resent him if he didn’t reveal the truth to you.

He had to figure out how to come clean to you, and fast.

oh? word on the street is that coups posted a pic of him lifting 140kg/308lb?