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Assistant: Title: snatched
        Author: xmhgri xmhgri 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: “They compared me to a buttered corn on the cob,” he mumbled miserably, the words muffled against Minghao’s skin, “A buttered corn on the cob, ‘hao. What does that even mean? Why did I get that one.”Minghao’s giggles were immediate and unrelenting, and despite it being directed at Mingyu’s demise, it helped. Minghao’s hands slid into Mingyu’s hair and tugged just enough to make him grunt and look up at him, “Aw, poor my baby,” he cooed mockingly, his lips brushed Mingyu's temple gently breath fanning over his skin, a stark contrast to their recent heat, “my shiny, greasy little side dish.”
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              “They compared me to a buttered corn on the cob,” he mumbled miserably, the words muffled against Minghao’s skin, “A buttered corn on the cob, ‘hao. What does that even mean? Why did I get that one.”Minghao’s giggles were immediate and unrelenting, and despite it being directed at Mingyu’s demise, it helped. Minghao’s hands slid into Mingyu’s hair and tugged just enough to make him grunt and look up at him, “Aw, poor my baby,” he cooed mockingly, his lips brushed Mingyu's temple gently breath fanning over his skin, a stark contrast to their recent heat, “my shiny, greasy little side dish.”
            
        

        
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      ive never felt more possessed writing this fic down. i thank every carat featured on that buzzfeed video with my heart.unbeta'd, and i only looked through this once to edit SORRY i slapped my d@ck all over my keyboard to write this
    

    
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          It wasn’t until they were out of the studio shoot and chaos that tension had finally cracked between them. Mingyu hadn’t thought anything of it when Seungkwan giggled first, Vernon smiling and nodding, when that thirst tweet about Minghao showed on their phones:  “his waist is so huggable, holdable, grabbable, kissable like it’s so soft minghao my baby my wife—”  because at the time, it was just that; a tweet, a joke, fuel for fanservice and laughter. Because that was part of their job, wasn’t it?And yet, Mingyu had still let his arm slide around Minghao’s shoulders after, grinning like a fool when their group chuckled, conversation walking into the territory of how Minghao should eat more carbs and protein. He hadn’t meant it to be obvious, but Minghao had turned to glance up at him with that unreadable little smirk that Mingyu hated (edit: loved), because it always made him feel like a cornered animal: half embarrassed, half aroused, always losing. Now they were alone. And the second the door to Mingyu’s apartment shut behind them, Mingyu tossed his jacket and pressed forward like he’d been holding back the urge since that d@mn studio.“Was it funny?” Minghao as always, didn’t flinch. He laughed with a smidge of disbelief leaking in , like he  knew  what exactly what this was about and wasn’t going to give him an inch.“Which part?” he teased, “Me being grabbable or soft?”Well. That did it.Mingyu grabbed his wrist not harsh, but firm enough to show Minghao, let him understand, and walked him back until Minghao’s back hit the wall. He pinned him there with the length of his body, didn’t even pretend not to be riled up, he didn’t even try to smile anymore.“You let them say that about you,” Mingyu huffed, hands sliding down, slipping under the hem of Minghao’s shirt like they had every right to. “You  let  them imagine touching you. You didn’t even scold them, I thought you always scolded your fans. Isn’t that your gimmick? You think that’s funny now?”Minghao arched his brow even when Mingyu’s fingers found the curve of his waist and gripped like he was trying to prove something.“You’re one to talk,” he said, c@cking his head, “You didn’t correct them either. You just laughed and wrapped an arm around me to cope. You jealous, ‘gyu?”Mingyu’s lips brushed his neck now, his jaw, possessive kisses (if it could be called that) that weren’t kisses so much as claims.“Jealous?” he parroted, “You think I’m  not? You think I like the thought of everyone knowing how soft you are here?” His palms slid along that waist, at that, kneading, “how good it feels to press you against something and feel you give just a little–”Minghao interrupted him with a snort, because of course he did, even with his breath hitching, “You’re so dramatic,” he murmured, despite the way his body didn’t resist Mingyu’s touch,  “All this over a fan’s tweet?”“No,” Mingyu huffed,and finally kissing him like he meant it. He dragged every ounce of that pent up energy out of his spine, pouring it all into a kiss, “all this because you're mine.”Minghao’s fingers tangled in his hair then, finally, and Mingyu felt the satisfaction of victory unraveling in his chest.It wasn’t long lived. It wisped away as Minghao’s laugh vibrated against Mingyu’s mouth, the kind of sound that made Mingyu downright irrational in the bones, because it meant he wasn’t taking any of this seriously, not the tweet, not the wall, not the possessive grip on his waist or the wildfire that had been simmering since the recording.“You didn’t like it, huh?” Minghao murmured between breaths, a smile curling at the corners of his lips like he was savoring a secret, as if Minghao knew he knew exactly how far to push him.Maybe he did.Maybe this is why Mingyu always finds himself slotted next to Minghao, no matter what. Minghao was like a flame, and Mingyu would always float too close to the flame like a moth. And he would do it a million times over.“What, ‘gyu didn’t like the fans’ thirst tweets?”Mingyu groaned and dropped his forehead to the crook of Minghao’s neck, nose dragging over the skin, inhaling Minghao’s scent as if it would calm everything burning inside Mingyu right now.“They compared me to a buttered corn on the cob,” he mumbled miserably, the words muffled against Minghao’s skin, “A buttered corn on the cob, ‘hao. What does that even mean? Why did I get that one.”Minghao’s giggles were immediate and unforgiving, and despite it being directed at Mingyu’s demise, it helped. Minghao’s hands slid into Mingyu’s hair and tugged just enough to make him grunt and look up.“Aw, poor baby,” he cooed, his lips brushed his temple gently, a stark contrast to their recent heat, “my shiny, greasy little side dish.”“Stop,” Mingyu whined, burying himself further into the crook of Minghao’s neck like a sulking animal, which only made Minghao laugh harder. But the laughter hitched when Mingyu’s mouth found a vein and bit. Not hard enough to hurt, but purposeful enough for Minghao to feel his teeth digging into the place just under Minghao’s jaw where the blood practically whispered. Minghao gasped into the air, his hips bucking forward against Mingyu’s knee slotted between him instinctively.“Shit –”“I’m gonna be a mosquito instead,” Mingyu muttered darkly, tongue smoothing over the mark he’d just made, almost as if he were apologizing to the now red spot, “gonna suck you dry through your pretty little veins. Drain every drop until you whimper for me.”“You cannot be serious right now–” Minghao managed to breathe out, his fingers curling in Mingyu’s shirt, the earlier teasing melting into something more pliant, “Don’t go down the list of  tweets  now.”“You started it,” Mingyu licked again, groaning at the taste of sweat and perfume and the best of all: Minghao. “Why did your tweets sound like fanfiction and praise while mine sound like  food network  reviews?”That sent Minghao over the edge of giggling again, the kind where he shook delightfully in Mingyu’s arms, head tilted back against the wall, utterly delighted despite the desperate heat simmering between them.“It’s because you  look  like a snack,” he teased breathlessly, the laughter melting into a shudder as Mingyu rocked their hips together, “golden and buttery and dumb.”Mingyu grinned against his skin as he pulled one hand sliding up Minghao’s shirt now palming over ribs and spine like he was trying to map every inch of him. “I  am  dumb,” he whispered sweetly, and somehow, possessively, “for you.”Minghao just hummed, smirk returning like a reflex, “That was almost good. Say it again. My little dumb corn on the cob boy, but this time with feeling.”Mingyu groaned again, louder, practically rutting into him now, “God, I’m gonna  bite you  again if you don't shut up.”“Then do it.”Mingyu didn’t. He had something better to do. Shifting his grip firm on Minghao’s thighs as he lifted him, like Minghao was made to be carried in his arms and pressed to his chest and kissed stupid with every step back through the hallway to the bedroom.Minghao squeaked, legs instinctively locking around Mingyu’s waist, arms looping around his neck, and he still was, giggling cutely, “You’re so dramatic—”“Shut up,” Mingyu muttered, already tilting his head to kiss him again, as if he wasn’t moving blindly toward the bed with Minghao’s breath catching in his mouth and their teeth knocking together in the dark.The moment Mingyu’s knees hit the edge of the mattress, he sank down with as he laid Minghao down.His fingers were fumbling but hungry, tugging up Minghao’s shirt off with greedy little tugs, his eyes drinking in the sight sliding over pale skin, over ribs, over the slope of his belly.“My baby,” Mingyu whispered, almost too soft for the moment, even as his hand palmed over Minghao’s chest, his thumb brushing over a nipple with a featherlight drag.Minghao shivered as his neck arched without thought, “Ah,  Mingyu –”“My  cute little wife,” Mingyu added, grinning as he leaned down to mouth along Minghao’s jaw, fingers flicking over the bud again.Minghao swore, half moan, half growl, “Stop,  don’t quote the d@mn tweet….!”But Mingyu didn’t laugh this time. He didn’t let it become a joke again. Didn’t give it a chance to simmer between them like moments before. Instead, he pulled back just enough to look at him, really look at Minghao, eyes wide but no longer glazed with humor.“You  are, though,” he said, voice low as if it came from the depths of his stomach, “you’re mine.  My  wife.  My  baby.”Minghao’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. A flush burned all over, spreading down his neck and into his chest so quickly. Mingyu could tell that Minghao’s instinct was to deflect, to make another joke, to shove Mingyu and roll his eyes like he always did when things got too real too fast.Minghao had just groaned and shoved at his face weakly…but he didn’t tell him to stop.Minghao barely had time to catch his breath before Mingyu was already crawling over him again, that simmering heat in his eyes back tenfold now that the air was thick with something neither of them could pretend was playful anymore.Mingyu’s hands slid down, dragging over Minghao’s sides like he was physically measuring the tweet in his mind, thumbs pressing just hard enough at the soft dips of Minghao’s waist.“Huggable, kissable, grabbable ,” Mingyu muttered, voice strained from restraint as he then leaned down and licked a line up Minghao’s sternum, “they really said that like they’ve ever had you like this. Like they’ve ever touched you here,” his hands spread wider, gripped harder, making Minghao jerk slightly beneath him.“...like they know what this waist feels like when it twitches under my hands.”Minghao gasped into Mingyus touch, and Mingyu pressed lower, mouthing over his lower abdomen now. dangerously close. “You’re the one bringing it up again,” he said, trying and failing to keep his voice even, “you’re the one that’s obsessed—”“Of course I’m obsessed,” Mingyu snapped, pulling back only to tug strongly at Minghao’s baggy jeans and boxer briefs altogether, nearly growling as he finally pulled it off of his legs successfully, “you’re mine and people talk about you like you’re something they  could  have. Like they  should .”Minghao’s c@ck slapped up against his stomach already hard from the buildup, and Mingyu’s mouth fell open for half a second before he huffed and wrapped a hand around it, just to make a point, like he  owned  this, like it was his duty to prove who this belonged to.“They called  me  babygirl,” Mingyu added bitterly with a pout without meaning to, beginning to stroke with a rhythm that immediately had Minghao’s head tipping back into the pillows, “Me.  Babygirl. Seriously? What happened to manly and tall and handsome—”“You’re literally whining on top of me right now–”“Shut up,  ” Mingyu hissed, squeezing harder just to make Minghao’s breath hitch, just to watch his smirk falter into something softer abnd needier once more, “You think they know how you sound when I do this?” he whispered, sliding his thumb under the head and smearing prec@m lazily.“Think they know how your voice cracks when I touch you  right  —” another stroke, timed with a slow grind of his hips against Minghao’s thigh, “—here?”Minghao moaned, and turned his head into the pillow, his ears so visibly red, lip trembling even from where Mingyu could see. He wanted to snap back, wanted to fight for some sliver of control, but it was slipping fast with every swipe of Mingyu’s fist and every possessive groan against his neck.“You wanna know what your babygirl’s gonna do?” Mingyu muttered, loud enough for Minghao to hear as Mingyu shucked off his own clothing, giving himself a few strokes at the sight of Minghao splayed across the bed below, “He’s gonna make his  wife  come so hard he forgets every tweet, every fan, every stupid camera.”“Mingyu— ”“I’m your husband now then,” Mingyu grinned, as he lowered himself, nudging his c@ck against Minghao’s own, grinding their lengths together with obscene, sticky pressure, “You said the vows the moment you let me see you like this.”Minghao swore, hips jerking up into him, and he wasn’t laughing anymore. Finally. Their c@cks slid together in a wet rhythm, already sticky and hot from precum, from sweat, from the need that had been building since the moment possessiveness crawled into Mingyus stomach once he saw that d@mn tweet lit up on the screen.Mingyu's hips moved in slow, grinding circles as if trying to carve his name into the skin of Minghao’s inner thighs just from friction alone.Minghao cursed under his breath, one hand twisting at the sheets, the other was curled around Mingyu’s forearm planted to keep himself steady above Minghao, trying to keep himself grounded when every pass of Mingyu’s length against his own sent sparks shooting up his spine.“This,  ah, this is so stupid,” he panted, “You're getting off because some fan wanted to grab my waist? Because you were called babygirl and a piece of corn?”“No,” Mingyu huffed, voice hot against his neck, “I’m getting off because  I  want to grab your waist.  I  want to kiss it, f@ck it, bruise it. And because you’re letting me.”Minghao moaned, head falling back, exposing more of his throat once more, which Mingyu took advantage of immediately, biting down again just under his ear (not enough to bruise, they have to be in public tomorrow), his hips rutting harder now. Their c@cks were slick between them, gliding with just enough resistance to make every drag feel unbearable, every touch searingly hot.But it wasn’t enough. Mingyu’s voice broke low, almost embarrassing too wrecked. Minghao didn’t make fun of him. “I need— f@ck , ‘hao, I need to be inside you.”He pulled back just long enough to reach blindly for the lube in his drawer, fingers shaking with urgency as he slicked his own hand, then reached down between Minghao’s legs. Minghao spread them without thinking, without teasing, because he felt it too: every drop of pressure they’d been pretending wasn’t there since the shoot finally unravelling fast, so f@ck@ng fast.Mingyu made sure his fingers were warm and slick as they pressed in—one at first, the glide effortless thanks to how well Minghao’s body took him. His other hand didn’t stop moving, still wrapped around Minghao’s c@ck, stroking hard now, matching the rhythm of his fingers pushing in deeper.“Sh@t— ” Minghao hissed, legs twitching wanting to close but Mingyu’s body held it open, “You’re multitasking now?”“I’m a man of many talents,” Mingyu muttered, eyes fixed on where his fingers disappeared into Minghao’s hole, “And I’m gonna show your  huggable, kissable, grabbable  ass exactly who it belongs to.”“You’re quoting it  again— ”“Yeah, because  they were right,” Mingyu growled, sliding in a second, scissoring just enough to make Minghao swear and buck into his fist, “You’re so f@ck@ng soft here,  baby. So warm…” he crooked his fingers just right and Minghao choked on a moan, thighs twitching open wider, “You suck me in like you  need  me there.”“I don't, sh@t, dont call me that—” Minghao gasped, then immediately broke into a desperate groan when Mingyu’s fist tightened around his c@ck, the combination of pressure inside and out immediately overwhelming him.“Yes you do,” Mingyu whispered, pressing a third finger in with a slow burn, slower, carefully this time. His voice was tight, he felt himself trembling from restraint, “and I’m not gonna stop until you're shaking on my c@ck. My  wife  , remember? My  baby ?”Minghao groaned again, face and body somehow flushing even deeper, and despite the embarrassment, his hips grinded down into his hand without shame now, and Mingyu felt his own c@ck throb hard against his thigh at the sight.“You stretch so good for me,” Mingyu murmured, nose brushing against Minghao’s cheek, “Say it, say who you’re opening up for.”Minghao’s lips parted, then closed, as if hesitation was snapping thin, then parted again on a shuddering breath: “…you.”Mingyu’s breath caught in his throat, “Good,” he whispered, fingers thrusting deep for good measure in one last time before pulling out, “Now lemme  fill  what’s mine. What nobody else can get.”Mingyu’s c@ck pressed to his entrance, thick and flushed and already leaking, the head nudging in slow, so terribly f@ck@ng slow, that Minghao’s breath caught at the sheer stretch of it. Mingyu exhaled shakily through his nose, forehead against Minghao’s now, one hand steady on his thigh as he rocked forward, just the tip pushing past resistance.“F@ck —” Minghao gasped, his back arched against the sheets, as if eager to take more in while simultaneously trying to adjust to the pressure.“God,  you feel good,” Mingyu groaned. His jaw clenched, and he held himself back by sheer will alone, the muscles in his arms trembling as he eased in inch by inch, “You’re always tight like this. Like your body wants to feel it all over again from scratch.”Minghao didn’t respond, not with the way Mingyu’s c@ck was pushing in now. Mingyu watched as Minghao bit down a sound that was too close to a whimper, hands gripping at Mingyu’s shoulders for something solid, something to ground him. And yet, Mingyu kept going, until he was buried all the way to the base, hips flush against Minghao’s ass, his c@ck throbbing inside the clench of him.“…f@ck,” he whispered again, reverent this time, as if the air had been knocked out of him. He looked down, then back up into Minghao’s face, his breath catching in his chest at the sight.“I can’t believe people talk about you like you’re theirs,” he muttered, brushing a thumb along Minghao’s cheekbone, too much contrast with the way his hips gave the barest twitch forward, it made Minghao jolt under him, “Like they  have  a chance.”“Don’t start again—” Minghao groaned, borderline half pleading.“I’m not starting. I’m just  saying.” Mingyu leaned in, mouth brushing Minghao’s temple, his throat, his lips barely ghosting over skin, “They don’t get this. They don’t know what you sound like when you break for me. They don’t know how your thighs twitch, how your body grabs me when I’m this deep. They don’t get the way you f@ck@ng melt,  baby.”Minghao squeezed his eyes shut, face turned to the side as if it would shield him so Mingyu couldn’t see. But his body told the truth; tightening down on Mingyu’s c@ck, shuddering with every word.“You’re mine,” Mingyu whispered again as his hips began to move, a slow rock in and out that made Minghao groan from the drag, “Not in a fanservice way. Not in a tweet. In  this. In how you open for me, take me, let me  stay  inside like this.”Minghao finally looked at him the way he would when he would get annoyed with how much Mingyu would pamper him. “You talk too much,” he rasped, even as his legs lifted higher around Mingyu’s waist, even as his hands pulled him closer.Mingyu grinned against Minghao’s skin. “Then shut me up,” And then he kissed him again, and it was messy, borderline gross, all tongue and teeth and want, while his hips began to roll.He picked up the pace like something inside him finally snapped, hips dragging back only to thrust in deeper, harder, with rhythm now, with intention heavy like he wanted Minghao to remember this in his bones, in his flesh.And Minghao— god, he broke the kiss as he watched as Minghao arched beneath him, back bowed off the bed as he gasped and clawed at anything he could reach; Mingyu’s shoulders, his chest, his arms, his back (ouch, especially his back, he’s going to feel that tomorrow), fingers leaving angry red lines in their wake as if he needed something to anchor him, to hold onto before he came apart too fast under Mingyu’s pace.Mingyu groaned at the sting at the perfect tight clench around his c@ck that threatened to wring him dry if he wasn’t careful.“You feel  so  good,” he panted, dipping his head to mouth at Minghao’s collarbone, sucking another mark there as his hips slammed forward again, forcing a broken sound from Minghao’s lips. “You’re so f@ck@n' good like this, ‘hao.”Minghao tried to respond, some mess of a curse or warning, but it dissolved into a moan instead when Mingyu adjusted his angle, thrusting with a sharper drag that made his eyes roll back.And then Mingyu glanced down just for a sec and froze. His hand; large against Minghao’s build and trembling with restraint, was splayed wide across Minghao’s waist. And even  then, it almost covered it entirely. Mingyu groaned again, this time deeper, head spinning faster with how much he loved that.“Look at this,  f@ck,  look at your waist,” he said breathlessly, almost delirious with it now, his thrusts never stopped, each one making the bed and headboard creak, “one hand, ‘hao, one f@ck@ng hand and I’ve got you. You’re so  tiny  here.”“Stop, oh my god,  stop saying sh@t like that— ” Minghao gasped, fingers dragging down Mingyu’s spine, nails catching, marking every ridge they could reach, “You sound genuinely insane—”“I  am  insane,” Mingyu said hoarsely, teeth bared in something like a grin but darker, more desperate. “You  make  me. You and your stupid soft skin, your pretty little hips, this perfect f@ck@ng waist. You let them talk about it like it’s theirs and all I can think is how it  fits in my hands. ”Minghao’s head fell back against the pillows, lips parted in an obscene moan that sounded like surrender.Mingyu drove into him again, grinding deeper with each thrust, each filthy word sliding out of his mouth so easily, dragging his fingers across the waist he loved so much he couldn’t stop worshipping it. Mingyu’s hand circled it again, just to  feel .“God,” he hissed, “I’d lose my f@ck@ng mind if anyone else touched you like this.”And despite getting f@ck@d into oblivion, Minghao whispered, “They won’t.”And that made Mingyu’s rhythm snap just slightly, like it broke something open inside him. Because no, they wouldn’t. They couldn’t. Not when Minghao was clawing at his skin like this. Not when Minghao was his.Mingyu wasn’t prepared for the way it hit him. One second he was pounding into Minghao like he had a mission carved into his spine, his hand still wrapped greedily around that perfect (or should he say,  snatched now?) waist, his name spilling from Minghao’s lips like worship, and out of nowhere, it caught in his chest.A tremor.His hips faltered mid thrust. Not because he wanted to stop, but because it felt too good. Too much. Too much heat, too much skin, too much Minghao, under him, clenching around him, taking him so well, so tight and slick and perfect that it made his vision blur around the edges.He whimpered.Actually ended up f@ck@ng  whimpering  into Minghao’s shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut, burying his face there like it would hide him, like maybe Minghao wouldn’t notice how his breath hitched and his voice cracked when he whispered, “F@ck, baby—  I love this so much, I love you so much— ”And of course,  of course  Minghao noticed. Even as his guts were being rearranged.Minghao laughed, the kind of amused, breathless sound that made Mingyu’s d@ck twitch inside him, that made him whine even louder. “Aww,” Minghao cooed, dragging his nails up Mingyu’s back again, contrasting from the harsh scratches from earlier, slower this time, just to feel the way he shook under his touch, “Is my big strong  corn cob  getting overwhelmed?”“Shut up….” Mingyu groaned, muffled against his skin, even as his hips kept moving, desperate and sloppy now, chasing the end that felt like it was tearing him apart from the inside.But then Minghao’s hand cradled the back of his neck and pulled him up, and the smile in his voice turned viciously sweet. Mingyu didn’t want to look at his demise.“You’re my little  babygirl  now,” Minghao whispered.And that broke him. Embarrassingly so.Mingyu whined, pathetic, high, and breathless as his legs started to tremble with the effort of holding himself up, hips snapping faster now, rhythm erratic as heat coiled tight and hard at the base of his spine and in his stomach. His arms trembled around Minghao’s body, mouth falling open in a series of desperate moans he couldn’t control. He was so f@ck@ng close.“'hao….  ” he gasped, like it was a warning, like he needed permission, stupidly enough, “  Ah  , I’m gonna…  f@ck, I’m gonna cum– ”Minghao kissed him, his hand still curled in his hair, body clenching around him like it knew, as if it were coaxing it out of him. The kiss swallowed his cry as Mingyu came, c@ck buried deep, twitching as heat spilled inside, his hips jerking through it, barely holding himself together as everything f@ck@ng broke open inside him. his thighs trembled, vision swam, and all he could hear was his own shattered breathing and Minghao’s soft, choked gasp right after-...Because the moment Minghao felt him fill up, he came too, clenching so tight around Mingyu’s c@ck it nearly forced another sound from him, Minghao’s own release painting their stomachs between them.They stayed like that, locked together and utterly wrecked.  Mingyu didn’t move at first. Couldn’t, really. Genuinely. His limbs felt like jelly, his brain like soup, his cock still twitching from aftershocks as it softened inside Minghao’s warmth. He groaned softly against Minghao’s chest, cheek squished there, eyes closed, utterly, blissfully useless. Maybe he could die here. “I think my soul left my body,” he mumbled, shamelessly hoarse “You’re welcome,” Minghao said immediately, running his fingers through Mingyu’s hair with all the smugness of a man who’d just emotionally and physically leveled Mingyu, “Do you need a moment,  babygirl ?”“ haooo—  ” Mingyu groaned, dragging it out like it physically pained him to hear it (because it did, really.  Why did they call him babygirl of all members?), even as he buried his face deeper against him, “I swear I’ll–”“Gonna cry again? Should I get you a blanket? A juice box?” Minghao’s voice was too gentle for the teasing to land hard, and that made it ten times worse somehow.“I hate you,” Mingyu whined pathetically.“Say it like you mean it then.”“I mean it. I hate you.” …But he was grinning now, dopey and sated, and after a sec he pushed himself up on trembling elbows with an overly dramatic (yet earned) wince.“My thighs are gonna fall off,” he declared.“Good. That’s what you get for trying to rearrange my insides over a d@mn  thirst tweet. ”“You liked it.”“I  tolerated  it.”Mingyu leaned in to kiss him again the kind of post @rg@sm softness that tasted like a thanks and ‘I love you’ wrapped together, “You clenched around me when I said wife,” he whispered smugly.“Shut  up— ”“No, no, it’s okay. My pretty little  wife doesn’t have to admit it. I know.”Minghao huffed, turning his face away, ears visibly pink now. Victory.Back to the matter at hand, he groaned again like he was carrying a nation on his shoulders, Mingyu finally pulled out, and both of them winced at the messy drag of it, the obscene wet sound it made, all thick and sticky gross.Mingyu stared for a second, then grabbed the nearest tissue box from the nightstand, fumbling it open with half dead fingers.“I got it,” he said, voice quieter now, more tender, as he began to clean Minghao up with slow, careful hands, wiping the mess from between his thighs, from his stomach, from the sheets around them. “Don’t move.”“You don’t have to—”“Don’t move,” Mingyu said again, stern this time, though there was still a smile gracing on his lips. Minghao relaxed back into the pillows, watching him through heavy lidded eyes.“You’re gonna pull a muscle doing all that,” he murmured.“I already did,” Mingyu said dramatically, tossing a tissue aside, “But if I die like this, it’s noble. Sexy. Tragic. Heroic.”“Don’t forget sticky.”“Shut up, or I’ll get  really  tragic,” Mingyu leaned in close, dropping the next tissue to mouth at Minghao’s throat again, right at that same vein he’d fixated on earlier, now in a joking matter, “I  will  become a mosquito.”Minghao laughed softly, hand coming up to flick at his cheek, nudging him away halfheartedly,“You already did that earlier.”“Yeah, but if you keep teasing, I’m not gonna suck your blood.” He paused as he grinned like a pure menace, “I’m gonna suck the  mess  out of you instead.”Minghao shrieked a laugh, shoving at him instantly, “You’re disgusting—”“You  love  me.”“I regret everything. Go away. I hate mosquito bites. I’ll smush you to death, I really will.”Mingyu giggled and tossed the last tissue away and rolled beside him with a sigh, pulling Minghao into his arms like it was the only place he belonged; which, frankly, it was. He nosed at Minghao’s temple, wrapped an arm lazily over that same d@mn waist, and kissed the skin right above it.“You  are  grabbable, though,” he mumbled sleepily, “I hate that they were right.”“I  hate  that they said it,” Minghao muttered, burrowing into him, warmth completely enveloping the two of them now, “now you’re gonna quote it until I die.”Mingyu smiled, smug and soft and a little too in love.“You’re my soft, huggable, kissable—”Minghao slapped a pillow over his face.'
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