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home sweet home kim mingyu x afab!reader [18+]

summary: your husband’s long business trips never get any easier, for either of you. but this time when gyu comes home early you aren’t awake to greet him. but that’s okay. he’ll go ahead and make himself at home anyway. content: somnophilia, established relationship (married), fingering (f receiving), brief oral (f receiving), mingyu loves his wife a lot, gyu is a giver, pet names (kitten, sweetheart, baby) word count: 2.3k

it's late. or maybe it's early? it’s those dark, weird, haunting hours when the night bleeds into morning. mingyu wasn't supposed to be home yet, not for another three days. your husband’s business trips are a constant in your life, but his early return is a gift you hadn't dared to hope for. too bad you’re snoring and missing the grand entrance.

the door opens with the softest click, and there he stands. a giant, weary silhouette framed by the hallway light. his movements are quiet, a skill built from countless nights coming in at odd hours, mindful not to wake you. he eases the door shut and toes off his shoes. you don't hear his careful, but exhausted footsteps. if you were awake, you'd see the way his shoulders drop as he steps inside. 

finally home.

his suitcase lands with a soft thud against the living room wall. it can wait. all that matters now is the pull towards the bedroom. 

mingyu pauses when he steps into your room, watching the rise and fall of your chest. it's a sight that tugs at something primal in him, a longing that's been simmering beneath conference calls, uncomfortable presentations and bitter airport coffees.

he changes out of his professional costume, movements automatic, his mind already crawling into bed beside you before he physically does. slipping under the covers, he's careful not to jostle the mattress too much. the bed dips and you murmur something soft and indistinct, shifting in your sleep.

as mingyu draws closer, his arm finds its way around your waist, pulling you gently against him. his body molds to yours like a puzzle piece clicking into place. meant to be. he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in the scent of home. he sighs softly, a release of every mile that's kept him from you.

his lips find your shoulder, a kiss pressed to warm skin, then your cheek, and finally, your lips. it's a whisper of a kiss, feather-light, but it's enough. enough for you to sigh his name in your sleep, your subconscious recognizing him before your mind fully does.

"mingyu," you breathe out, and it's all the welcome he needs. 

then you make another sound that has him frozen. 

“gyu.” this time it’s enunciated in a mewling whine and you drape your leg over his. it’s a pretty common cuddle position for the two of you. he always compares you to a cat clinging to a tree, the way you throw your legs around him when you sleep, nails digging into his back like your life depends on it. you’re always embarrassed, especially when you notice tiny red marks on his shoulder blades when he goes to shower the following morning. 

“don’t worry, sweetheart,” he’ll always assure in a yawn, his hand going to pet your hair lightly when you pout up at him, “think ‘s cute.”

tonight your claws aren’t out, even though your fingers are lightly kneading into his back. you whine again, a bit louder this time and your leg tightens its grip, helping you position yourself so his thigh is pressing in between your legs. 

“baby?” he whispers, brows furrowed. “are you awake?”

you turn your face into your pillow for a moment, muffling another whine. “gyu,” is definitely what comes out before your breathing slows again. 

and then you move. 

you’re constantly moving in your sleep, so in any normal circumstance mingyu wouldn’t think anything of it. there have been times you’ve ended up hanging off the side of the bed by the time he wakes up for work. 

but this is different. this is a roll of your hips, not a sleepy twitch. one that has some form of intention, even if it’s an unconscious one. 

mingyu’s picking a silent fight with himself. does he wake you up? move your leg? he can’t come to a decision before you start twisting again, small whimpers breathed into his chest. 

he’s suddenly very aware that you aren’t just squirming, but you’re fucking grinding on his leg, humping his thigh and having the audacity to make those needy little noises against his skin. 

mingyu doesn’t know if it’s due to the time he’s spent away or simply how naturally obsessed he is with his wife, but something about what you’re doing is making him feel fucking feral. 

“kitten,” he coos softly, his hand slipping underneath your leg and gently lifting it, positioning you carefully, tenderly on your back. somehow you only release a barely audible incoherent mumble before you sigh pleasantly into sleep again, legs spread. 

your hips raise slightly and you whine when you realize your husband's warmth is no longer there. “oh, baby.” he brushes your hair off your forehead before pressing a kiss to it. “it’s okay, ‘m here. i’ll take care of you.”

your body relaxes, though it’s unclear whether you actually hear him or not. by now you know mingyu will always take care of you, make you feel happy, good. 

and he does just that, pressing gentle kisses all over your face, your forehead, cheeks, lips. all while his hand travels down. 

it’s been a while since the two of you have done this. you were originally the one to suggest it, reminding your husband that whether you were awake or not, your body was his to do with as he pleased. he was extremely hesitant at first, adorably shy over the idea of touching you (or anything further) while you were unconscious. but, after one exceptionally stressful and late night at the office, he gave in. 

that night you woke up to his tongue inside you. you had no idea how long he’d been down there, gently licking and toying with your hole. he’d been enjoying himself, listening to your sleepy little moans and savoring every drop of your pleasure. as soon as you woke up, your orgasm was all over his face. you swore you never saw him smile so big. 

tonight, he’s confident. he’s not worried about waking you—if he does, it’s a bonus. right now he just wants to touch you. and if he can sneak a taste? gold star. 

for now, he’s starting small by slipping his hand into your panties and pressing a finger between your lips. “fuck,” he sighs shakily at how wet you are. you’re soaking, and so warm, and as soon as he touches you your hips raise again. 

“patience, kitten.” he chuckles and his fingers trail to your clit, drawing small, gentle circles. “i’ve got you.” he presses another kiss to your lips, fingers still working your sensitive nerves with loving precision. 

mingyu loves your expressions. he always tells you whenever your eyes roll back or your lips quirk into an open-mouthed smile every time he plays with you, thrusts into you, fills you. he loves seeing your pleasure as much as he loves hearing it. 

and now he’s fortunate enough to get both. your eyes are closed, but your lips are parted to let out soft needy whines that go straight to his cock. your brows furrow slightly and you push up into him. “gyu… please… more…” 

your voice is quiet but still thick with sleep and there’s something about it that has mingyu shuddering, fingers moving faster, pressing just a bit more. your breathing quickens, and he’s mesmerized at the rate your chest rises and falls with every short gasp. your head tilts and gives him perfect access to your neck. he buries his face into it, kissing, sucking, and leaving his own fair share of tiny bite marks that make your toes curl into the sheets. 

“told you i’d take care of you, baby,” he whispers into your neck as his fingers move just the right way and your back is arching off the bed. your voice so loud both from you being startled awake and the wave of pleasure that threatens to drown you as you regain consciousness. 

his fingers slow, but he doesn’t move his hand, smiling at your confused expression. you blink your eyes a few times, trying to register what’s going on. 

your husbands back from his trip? what day is it? why is your heart racing? and why does it feel like you’re coming down from the peak of a high, not just waking up? 

“mingyu?” your voice cracks. there’s more you want to ask, like is it friday already? when did you get home? where the hell are you moving your fingers?! 

you’re convinced he must’ve heard the last question, even though you swear you didn’t say it out loud. he laughs quietly, placing kisses on your neck and your jaw. 

“g’morning, kitten.”

he says it just as his fingers, two of them to be precise, dip into your hole. you’ve barely had time to register your orgasm, so the sensitivity when he pushes into your walls makes your jaw drop in a silent cry. you’re still so tired, your thoughts aren’t adding up and you still haven’t definitively decided if this is real or a dream. but what you do know is it feels amazing. 

mingyu knows every spot to hit, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a pace that has you feeling like you’re in the clouds. your walls squeeze around him like they’re trying to pull him deeper inside. that’s all your tired brain can think of. how far he can go, how full he can make you feel. a part of your brain is screaming for his cock, but it’s drowned out by all the parts begging for his fingers to take you to a new plane of existence. 

“you like that, don’t you baby?” his voice is hoarse, but still just as warm and intoxicating as ever. “you got so wet just dreamin’ of me, huh? you miss me that much?”

you whine, back arching as he thrusts his fingers into you, the sloppy sounds of your gushing pussy answering for you. “missed you so bad, gyu,” you hum, reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair. “wanted to—to feel good. only you make me feel this good, please...” 

mingyu sighs sharply and you can only imagine how rock hard he is. “you touch yourself, sweetheart? thinking of my tongue on you, my fingers, my cock in you? my precious baby, can’t go a day without thinking of my cock, can you?”

you love when he talks like this, his words sending fire through your entire body. there’s a smile tugging at your lips because your husband is right. not a day goes by where you don’t think of him touching you, fucking you. and clearly it’s on your mind at all times, considering the predicament you’re in now. 

you’re unable to voice any of this because you’ve reached a point where every time he moves it feels like you’re losing the ability to form words. all you can think about is how good it feels, how badly you want more. need more. 

you must look completely fucked out because mingyu’s breath is starting to quicken too, matching the pace of his movements. his thumb goes to your clit and he brings his lips to yours as he rubs gently. it’s too much and he sees it all over your flushed face. 

“you’re so beautiful,” he drawls and kisses you again, mumbling against your lips. “so perfect, so good. cum for me, baby.”

and of course you fucking do. it’s all over his hand and what you’re imagining, though an exaggeration, is that you’ve completely destroyed your sheets. its the kind of orgasm that has your heart beating in your ears, blood rushing to your head, your eyes rolling back behind fluttering lashes. it’s the kind of orgasm only mingyu can give you. 

he eases his fingers out and holds them up for inspection. they’re covered and if you could see straight, you may even blush—at least more than you already are. mingyu’s in awe, though, and he brings them to his lips, sucking and licking them clean. 

“fuck,” he breathes, licking his lips like he just had the best meal. he sits up, to your dismay, shushing your whines as he repositions himself. he’s between your legs and you sleepily mumble something about sensitivity. “sh, don’t worry, sweetheart. i just want a taste.”

and he does just that, gently lifting and spreading your legs and immediately leaning to lick a slow line from your hole to your clit. you tense, shiver, and he hums lightly into your slit and gives it one more soft lick. your hips lift on their own, but mingyu shakes his head, crawling back to your side. “later, kitten.” 

you know that it’s not because he doesn’t want to, he’s probably still throbbing. but mingyu knows you so well after five years, he knows your limits. your orgasm high has your brain chanting more, more, more. but mingyu is rational. he knows you’re sensitive, exhausted, it’s 3am, and your mind is so full of nothing but pleasure you probably couldn’t even spell your name if he asked. 

and as hot as that is, mingyu’s first priority is still the same. that you’re taken care of. 

for now, a wipe-down will do and he’ll be sure to help you shower when the sun comes up. when you start to doze, he takes care of himself and cleans himself up before getting back in bed. you’re asleep again and he can’t help but smile at the adorably content expression on your face. the love that swells in his chest is a tidal wave, it's every cliché he's ever heard. but it's real. 

he holds you tighter, a silent promise that as long as he's by your side, he’ll always take care of you. in one way or another. he kisses your forehead and sighs an i love you.

mingyu is home. and he is whole.

I’m like actually being tested

mingyu singing bittersweet during practice (a.k.a. this could have been a video)

peak bestie behaviour