Birthday By Ten

birthday by ten

you give your boyfriend his final birthday gift, a performance you’re sure he’ll never forget

⇀ pairing mingi x reader

⇀ genre suggestive fluff

⇀ style one-shot

⇀ word count 2.2k

⇀ warnings reader dances suggestively, lots of touch/grabbing, kissing

note happy mingi day, i busted this little thing out for his birthday and i hope you enjoy (barely proofread so excuse that)

“i have one last gift,” you said with a tap to mingi’s shoulder as he closed the front door behind himself, toeing his shoes off and starting to bend down to help you with your own before your hand makes its way under his chin and pulls him back up.

he looks surprised when you stop him at first, face crinkled in confusion before he sees the smirk on your lips and his own features change to match yours. “which is,” he trails off and starts to lean in, lips puckered slightly as he expects for you to close the distance and give him a kiss. however, you only take a step back, fingers trailing gently down his arm before you grasp his hand and lead him further into your apartment.

his eyes never leave your form, even as you push him to sit down on the couch and try to move away from him again. he doesn’t let you at first, keeping your hand firmly enclosed in his as long as he can manage before finally allowing you to escape him.

you take a breath to push the nerves down for a moment as you make your way to the center of the room, pulling out your phone and quickly finding the app where you’d already queued up a song. you double check that you’re connected to the speaker you’d set in the living room before you’d left for dinner and place your device on top. with one last breath, and a teasing glance over your shoulder to find your boyfriend practically on the edge of his seat, you press play.

you try to ignore the way you can hear mingi suck in a sharp breath as the song starts, getting an idea of where the night is heading, and you try to keep your focus on the choreography you’d planned, with a little help from yunho and san, earlier that week. you let the music flow through you, still facing away from the man you’re putting on a show for, and gather all of the confidence that you can muster as you sway your hips to the beat, emphasizing your ass with a deliberate arch of your back.

you whip around to face mingi and the way the man is looking at you almost causes you to pause before you remember that you’re supposed to be the one seducing him, his eyes practically removing every layer of the outfit you’d worn that night for his birthday dinner. however, as much as you want to just forget the rest of your routine and indulge in your boyfriend in this moment, you don’t want to disappoint with the present you’d promised. instead, you continue with your performance, sensually lowering yourself to your knees as the lyrics of the song prompted you down, down, down. you tried to continue focusing on yourself, using your hands to run along your body until you got to your thighs, giving them a gentle slap before spreading them with a wink. if you weren’t so focused on the moves you had planned to do next you might have noticed the way mingi had seemed to stiffen, very obviously affected by the moves you were pulling off.

as the chorus of the song hits, you move onto your hands and knees, starting to crawl toward your boyfriend and now fully aware of the way he instinctively spreads his legs for you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches you inch toward him. you take your time but eventually end up kneeling between his legs, placing your palms onto each of his knees and using his sturdy legs to push yourself up, being sure to arch your back so that your chest is placed perfectly into mingi’s line of sight and making him lean back. his shoulders hit the cushion behind him with an audible thump and you, partly as a reflex but mostly because you know it will continue to rile him up, use your thumb to pull your boyfriend’s bottom lip from between his teeth. the act receives the intended effect immediately, mingi releasing a shuddering whine that sends a shiver through your limbs and makes the tips of your fingers tingle.

you trail your fingertips down the side of his neck and over his collarbone, resisting the urge to grab at his collar and just pull him into a passionate kiss to break the tension. instead, you continue to move your hand to press against his chest and let out a whisper to match the lyrics that have almost become background noise to the energy between you both. you command, let’s make tonight your birthday.

as the next line mentions hands, hands, hands, you use your own to grab his and lift his arms above his head, interlocking your fingers as you climb onto his lap. your thighs press into mingi’s gently as you straddle his lap, keeping your hips raised as to not place your entire weight onto him and to raise your face above his, forcing him to tilt his head back to look up at you. you continue to lean into your boyfriend, forcing his arms back gently and making his back arch slightly. as you move forward, you start to close the distance between your faces, mingi watching you with intense interest through heavily lidded eyes.

just as your bottom lip ghosts against the delicate skin of his chin you drop your hips down, releasing your weight onto his lap, and straighten out your fingers to let your hands slip out of his. you let your hands drag down the undersides of his arms as he starts to sit back up, no longer being pressed backward into the couch, but he keeps his arms up until your palms meet his body once more, pressing into the thick muscle of his pecs as you lean in until your chests barely meet.

for a moment he brings his hands down to wrap around each of your wrists lightly but you quickly push against him and maneuver your hands to switch positions, encasing his wrists in your fingers instead. he’s pliant under you as you move his hands toward your waist and he responds immediately, holding you with a gentleness that radiates the care only mingi can express through touch alone.

you try to mimic that tenderness as you place your hands onto either side of his face, using your thumbs to run over the apples of his cheeks before pressing into the mole under his eye, a gesture you’ve done hundreds of times before as a way to silently express your love for your boyfriend. you can tell he recognizes it right away, letting a sigh release from his chest and a shiver run down his spine as he closes his eyes, giving your waist a soft squeeze in gratitude.

before either of you can get too lost into the moment, you are pulling away from him, moving back into the center of the room to dance along as the chorus begins again.

being the more choreographed part of the routine, you opt to avoid looking at mingi for fear that his pointed gaze will make you freeze up once again. rather, you choose to keep your gaze on the floor or your hands, hoping that the decision comes off as sultry and mysterious instead of shy or intimidated.

the bridge approachs quicker than you anticipate and soon your eyes are flicking up to meet mingi’s as you bring a hand up, curling a finger toward yourself as you ask for his full attention as though his focus has been anywhere but you for the last two minutes and twenty seconds. however, with the outfit you’d worn to dinner tonight, his attention has been on you more than anything else for most of the night.

you can see the hesitation behind his eyes as he debates whether you’re asking him to actually approach you or simply keep paying attention but fortunately you answer that question for him quickly as you approach, one hand presented out in front of you for him to take and you tug gently to pull him to stand. you easily guide him to where you had been standing before and do a few seductive twirls, keeping your hands connected above your head before you let it go and release them to make your way behind him.

for a moment you don’t do anything, letting the tension simmer as the music builds, and mingi’s head turns out of curiosity. he tries to peek at you out of the corner of his eye, wondering what exactly you’re up to, right as the breakdown begins and your arms wrap around his waist, hands splayed on the fronts of his hips and moving down over the tops of his thighs.

he jumps slightly at the surprise contact, his head whipping down to watch your hands on his body.

“relax,” you breath as you notice how tense he is, muscle under your fingers held tight.

you hear him exhale and notice the way his back moves, his shoulders lowering as he tries to just enjoy the moment.

you continue to run your hands down as far as you can reach without bending your knees, your chest flush against his broad back for a moment too long before you pull your hands back up, passing where they had begun and ending up caressing his abdomen. once again, he tenses a bit, although before you can mention his reaction, he’s relaxing, head tilting back slightly and you assume he closes his eyes.

your lips stretch into a smile at his reaction and you run your nails over his abs, opening your arms to drag along the thin fabric of his dress shirt until your reach his sides and he jerks just slightly at the gentle tickle. you chuckle quietly at his response to the touch and you can already hear the beginnings of a whine bubble in the back of his throat but you don’t give him time to release it before you’re retracting your hands and moving around to be in his line of sight once more.

you’re a little surprised mingi has managed to keep his hands to himself this whole time, remaining loose enough for you to manipulate, but you’d guess it’s mostly due to the surprise factor.

the song has started to build to the chorus for the final time and with a single hand to his chest you manage to back him up until he’s seated once more, not even bothering to fight back even though you could see his hands itching to be on you in some way.

he settles quickly, ready to see the finale of your performance, and you watch his tongue trail over his bottom lip as he gives you a thorough look up and down.

you don’t back away from him as you turn once more and decide that he’s been patient enough for the last three minutes, sitting directly onto his lap as the chorus hits and rolling your body against his. your hands search for his own and once you find them you guide them to your body, pressing them into your front as a way to prompt him to place them anywhere he’d like. immediately he holds on, kneading and stroking along your form, being sure to pay extra attention to his favorite spots, and you can’t help but let your head roll back onto his shoulder. his lips find purchase on your neck quickly, gentle kisses quickly becoming open mouthed until he’s nipping at the shell of your ear.

neither of you are focused on the music much anymore as he wraps his arms completely around you, closing the distance between your back and his front. he continues to attack your neck as your hand finds its way into his hair, tugging gently at the black and blonde strands and feeling his hot breath on your skin as a breathy moan slips past his lips. his reaction sends a shiver through you, your nerves immediately lit on fire.

“thank you,” mingi breathes out, pressing a tender kiss on your shoulder that’s so sweet it contrasts the heated energy flowing between you both.

you hum in satisfaction when he returns to nibbling at your skin, noticing the final lines of the song booming through the speaker and you somehow manage to push through the intoxicating power of your boyfriend to pry his arms off of you and stand, although he refuses to let you get far as two of his hands catch one of yours.

you don’t fight, instead simply turning to straddle his lap once again, grasp firm on his strong shoulders. his own hands find purchase on the flesh of your ass and you try not to react when he massages your cheeks.

let’s make tonight your birthday

as the final line rings out into the thick air of your apartment, you lean in, finally pressing your lips against his own and letting them move together. the kiss is electric as you finally dance together, passionate and hot.

when you break away only a moment later, mingi follows you until you’re holding his face in your hands and you can finally say what’s been on the edge of your tongue all night.

“happy birthday,” you whisper, and as soon as the words are out, he’s diving back into you, the taste of appreciation on his tongue.

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warnings: lotsa kissin lotsa love

a/n: ayo i’m back after like three weeks pls take my lil blurb reader and jongho are whipped and i will not be writing it any other way enjoyyyyy

(also idk if i proofread it misspelling or weird grammar is due to the fact that it is 2 am👍)

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“hey are you busy right now?” 

you say tentatively, quietly opening the door to jonghos hotel room. you spot him sitting at the desk by the window, tapping away on a laptop, sun shining perfectly onto his warm brown eyes. he turns to face you as you shut the door, a smile appearing on his tired face as he beckons you inside.

“oh, i’m so glad your here, i’m never too busy for you, don’t worry.” he says, his smile growing bigger as he spots your cheeks growing pink at his words.

“oh thank goodness, i missed you way too much” 

you say with a sigh as you make your way to his desk. jongho shuts the laptop and you wrap your arms around him while he stays seated, his face pressed into your warm tummy. he groans in contentment, the vibrations tickling you and making you chuckle at his neediness.

“god, love, i needed a hug so bad. the editor got sick? so i had to edit my own vlog? which was fun until i realized my camera had died halfway through, so i had to go back and film some more and then edit that and then the software logged me out and-“ jongho rambled away into your shirt as you stroked the soft hair on his head, humming in agreement in all the right places and gasping at all the things that got in the way of his progress. 

“i’m just pretty tired, yknow? i didn’t have much on my schedule today except editing but then that took way longer than i wanted and now im so tired…” jongho sighs once more, squeezing your waist with his arms, gazing up at you. you look down at him lovingly, admiring his pretty face, moving a stray hair out of his eyes. 

“well, i came to ask you if you wanted to go out for dinner with me, but it seems like you could use a nap instead.” you say with a soft smile, noting how his eyes droop at even the suggestion of extra rest. 

“no, no! we can go out! i can just grab some coffee and then maybe i’ll be okay?” jongho stands up as he talks, but immediately trips over the chair he just got out of, falling once more into your warm embrace, albeit a little clumsily. you chuckle as he wraps you up again, sighing and melting into you once more as he rests his head on top of yours. 

“jjong, i think you definitely deserve a nap. trust me, i wanna go out too, but i cant have you falling asleep in the restaurant.” you whisper into his chest. jongho chuckles at your jab at him, but finally-

“okay, okay, fine, we can stay in” jongho says. there is hesitance in his voice, but you know him well, and you know for certain that  all he needs is a little bit of sleep. but only a little.

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you and jongho had been cuddled up under the covers for what seemed like forever. you hadn’t been able to fall asleep, only dozing every once in a while. you hadn’t been nearly as tired as jongho, who had basically knocked out the minute he had found a comfy spot: right on top of you. he had tucked his face into your neck, you had started stroking his hair, and it was over for him. jongho wasn’t much of a snorer (at least not always) but you couldn’t help but smile at the little snuffles he let out here and there, occasionally shifting in his sleep, wrapping himself tighter around you.  

you suddenly realized during one of his snuffle-move around-go back to sleep moments that he hadn’t gone back to sleep.  his breathing was still slow and deep, but he was squirming around a bit, trying to get comfortable again. finally, he raised his head to gaze at you, his eyes swollen with sleep, his full cheeks sporting a pink blush. 

before you could even jokingly give him a little “good morning” greeting, jongho leaned in and pressed his lips to your own. you made a soft noise of surprise, but quickly forgot yourself in the sensations the kiss was providing. you moved your lips against his, breathing in his scent as the kiss grew more urgent. jongho lifted himself over you, placing his arms on the sides of your head as he continued his heavy kisses. his lips started to wander, teasingly trailing kisses and small licks down your jaw and onto your neck. before he could get any further, you grabbed his face gently, squishing his cheeks and making him face you. 

“why’d you stop me???” jongho whined, the pout on his sleepy face growing as you giggled at his vulnerable expression. you placed a small kiss on his pouted lips, but quickly drew away before he could get handsy again. 

“jongho, you’ve been awake for a while 20 seconds and you’re already so needy? what’s going on?” you say teasingly, grinning at his helpless expression. 

jongho blinks slowly at you as you keep smiling at him, his eyes still full of sleep. 

“jus’ wanna be with you.” he mumbles. 

oh man. 

that was it.

boy did he have a way with words.

“oh-thank you-“ you stutter out, very very flustered by his small comment.

he had barely spit out a coherent sentence and you were practically melting at his words. if there was one thing you absolutely loved about jongho, it was his romanticism. he didn’t even do it on purpose half the time, he was so honest about his love for you, he just couldn’t help it. heartfelt confessions out the wazoo were a staple in your relationship, and you never got tired of it. 

you let go of his face, a blush spreading across your own cheeks for what must have been the fourth time in a few hours. the affect that man had on you was atrocious. jongho kept his eyes on your own, studying your expression as he witnessed your pink cheeks turn red. he took that as a cue to lean in once more, peppering soft kisses all over your heated face, paying special attention to the tip of your nose and the corners of your lips. he teased you with quick, fleeting kisses before you grew impatient and smooshed his inviting mouth into your own. jongho immediately deepened the kiss, tilting his head to better access you. 

he kissed you slowly and sweetly, taking his time with you. his breath was steady and warm, and his body was heavenly lying on top of yours. after what seems like hours, he pulled away to breathe, making sure to keep his hands on you, stroking your warm cheeks with his gentle fingers, pressing his forehead onto your own. his lips find yours again in no time, and this time it never escalates. his lingering exhaustion is clear in the lazy kisses he gives you, but you’re not complaining. you were tired too, and while you both love the intimacy of sex, sometimes a lazy sleepy makeout was all the both of you wanted. 

you and jongho kiss for what feels like forever, reveling in the immense comfort that comes with being close with someone you love so dearly. you eventually wrap your arms back around him, and you feel his kisses grow more chaste as his sleepy body starts to rebel. finally, pulling away with a big sigh, jongho looks you in the eye.

“love?”

“yea, jjong?” you say, brushing a stray strand of soft brown hair out of his reddened face. 

“i think imma need sum more sleep mkay-”he whispers, his voice cracking slightly as a yawn cuts off his sentence. 

you smile softly, landing a kiss on the tip of his pretty nose. you almost giggle as his eyes start to droop again, but you withhold your teasing as you also begin to feel the affects of laying in bed for hours.

“that’s okay, jjong, i don’t mind. get all the rest you need.” you mumble softly, the affection basically oozing out of your voice. as if on cue, jongho gives you one more soft kiss and tucks his face back into your neck, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. you nuzzle your own face into jonghos warmth, snuffling slightly as his hair tickles your nose. his breaths even out in record time. 

and then begin the soft snores. 

you don’t mind, he does that sometimes if he’s had a particularly stressful work week. if anything, it’s endearing. and besides, you weren’t that tired. you could afford to be kept awake by your boyfriends adorable snores for a little while longer. 

especially if it meant you got to keep him in your arms.

anything for your choi jongho.

love of my life is what you mutter, smiling against him as you eventually drop off to sleep, your soft breaths synchronizing with his own. choi jongho, your comfort. 

choi jongho, 

your home.

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a/n #2: yea i did say his nose was pretty again i will not be taking criticism cus where’s the lie🤨

n-e way i hope you enjoyed<333

so…….ateez at waterbomb has me thinking………………..maybe writing

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