top kim mingyu (seventeen)

"Please, hyung, please. I’ll be good,” he pants against the other’s lips, hanging over him like the greatest temptation there is. Wonwoo raises an eyebrow. “Oh, please, hyung. I’ll be a good little alpha for you. Is that it?” One roll of his hips. “Fuck me until I can feel you even after we’re done?” Another roll as he plants his feet on the mattress, moving his hands to hold both his wrists in one, the other under his chin. “Fill me with your pups?” Mingyu's preferred person to spend his rut with may not be the most evident choice.

It was a painful realisation coming back from the company after an odd schedule to an empty house. Everything in their house reminds him of Mingyu. He can’t even sit in their living room because the damn blue sofa was Mingyu’s birthday gift. (Or: how Wonwoo severely underestimates Mingyu’s presence in his life and what ensues once said man comes back home.)