#m; mingi

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[240624] TODAY ATEEZ | Let's go, with a breeze of sand, to the place that marks the beginning of our journey🌟 In the future, towards ATINY and the wider world, together with the promise to move forward, Mawazine Festival ☺️🔥

[wooyoungisbaby]

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once again they are being cuddly and killing me in the process

[jeon-ify]

thoughts- choi san ft. mingi

synopsis: while your boyfriend is traveling for a music video, you can’t seem to shake off sexual thoughts even for the slightest amount of time. you need a release, and who better to call than mingi’s best friend san?

warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, reader cheats on mingi, san is a married man but cheats with reader, nipple play, breath play, rough sex, degradation, mingi calls san during sex, face slapping, pussy slapping, swearing, breeding kink (if you squint), etc. if i missed anything… let me know !

enjoy!

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with only 10 minutes left for mingi to head to the airport, you felt the sudden urge to bounce on mingi’s cock for no given reason, at the worst possible time. it’s always the worst moments that your brain and pussy decide to remix and come up with the worst scenarios at the most inconvenient times.

when you reached the airport, you helped mingi take his luggage out of the trunk of your car, getting ready to say goodbye to him. he closed the trunk, hugging you and taking in your scent before he leaves you for the next couple of weeks. though it was only 2 weeks, you can’t go any longer than that without mingi inside of you. you began to grow desperate for mingi right now, but you didn’t wait to tell him. the only thing you could tell him was “i love you, be safe. call me and text me as soon as you get to your hotel, okay?” and give him a kiss.

“i love you more, baby. don’t do anything stupid.” he reminds you as he kisses your forehead before he walks off.

“i won’t!” you shout behind him.

as you drive off, you immediately text mingi, in hopes that it’ll make time go by sooner.

y/n: baby :( how much longerrrr

y/n: miss u already mings </3

my mingi <3: baby? its only been like 3 minutes loll

my mingi <3: only 14 days left !!

turning your phone off with a sigh, you drive to find the nearest gas station. as you pump gas, you think about ways that you could wear off the sexual burden you’re carrying with you.

i could maybe masturbate or something?

you think. you’ve been touching yourself for far too long, afraid to ask mingi for sex, that he would get tired from how many rounds you’d ask for.

you go into the store to grab a redbull. as you pay and get into your car, you (hope to) brush off all sexual thoughts for the next two weeks.

3 DAYS LATER

“yeosang, are you at the house?” you say into the phone. you want to hang out with friends or have any human interaction after being locked up for 2 days because right now, no one is answering you. mingi must be busy, and your friends are busy too.

“no, san is there but its just him, why?” he’s quick to tell that something’s up, as you’d never call yeosang on your own.

“ok, can i go over? i’m hella bored and mingi’s busy. he’s not picking up my calls.”

“yeah, i’ll let him know you’re going over.”

“thanks, yeo.”

the call comes to an end, as you think about what you would even do at their house. you never go there without mingi. mingi never lets you go there on your own, knowing how his friends— san— are.

as you drive for the next 22 minutes, you decide to play music to possibly drown out all thoughts. you roll a window down, sip on redbull, but the thoughts just come right back to you.

you arrive to their home, parking in their unusually large driveway. you knock, hearing san rushing to open the door. “hey, what are you doing here?” he questions.

“i’m bored and yeosang said he told you i’d be here. did he not?” you say, voice shaking as you’re not aware of what might happen. if mingi knew you were here on your own, you would quite possibly end up single.

“yeah, come in.” he shuts the door behind you, just as confused as you are. he walks over to the kitchen, preparing cups and wine for the both of you.

“does mingi know you’re here?” he speaks with his back towards you, putting the drink in the fridge.

“no, and i don’t get why he doesn’t want me here. what’s so crazy about you guys that makes mingi so weird about me being here alone?” you begin. you want a conversation and you want san to tell what mingi won’t tell you. you feel like you’re cheating already, being here without your boyfriend.

“i don’t know. i’ve never done anything to him.” he argues. something must’ve happened on mingi’s end for them to end up so weird with each other.

“so how come you’re home alone? did no one invite you anywhere?” you question, taking a sip of the drink san had poured for you. he responds after a long pause of eye contact, watching the way your lips caress the rim of the glass.

“honestly, i didn’t wanna go anywhere. everyone else went out to wooyoung’s mom’s house and they’re spending the next 3 days there.” it’s like he has a convincing tone to his voice, not breaking eye contact as he confesses.

you want, so bad, to just let go of all sexual thoughts as they come back the second san watches your lips. you were never attracted to san, but the sexual absence that you’ve been facing has you in such a strong chokehold, you almost gasp for air in front of the man beside you.

your breath picks up its pace, trying to calm yourself before you let your intrusive thoughts win.

“y/n, are you okay?” he sets his drink down on the glass table, watching the way your thighs are clenching.

“san, if i tell you something you literally cannot tell a soul.” you set your drink down beside his, finally deciding to let some steam off.

“y-yeah. what’s going on, pretty?” he raises concern in his tone, the nickname sending shivers through your chest and down to your core. his voice is soft and deep, a sense of care and possessiveness without ever claiming you.

he knows what he’s doing.

“so mingi and i haven’t had sex in like 3 months, and when he left i guess my body went into autopilot trying to find a release when he like walked away from me. cus he looked so good in his outfit i guess the thoughts started flooding all at once. i dont know san, like why am i so-“ you ramble, san not even understanding what you’re getting at. your words leave your mouth at 100mph, trying to get to the point.

“y/n, what are you getting at?” he scoots closer to you. you feel his breathing becoming slower but deeper, his hands inching closer to your knee.

you sigh, in hopes to brush off the thoughts that are replaying in your mind— san being inside of you and filling in that void mingi had planted in your cervix. you also imagine the ways that san would wrap his rather larger veiny hands around your throat, cutting off all airways in multiple pleasuring ways. the way that he’d make you hold your orgasm makes your head spin. though you can only imagine, its almost as if he can hear your thoughts.

“has mingi actually made love to you? not just sex, actually fucked you the way you wanted.” he notices the way your mind races, picking at your cuticles in the anxious manner that san has created.

“we’ve had sex, but i guess he’s never asked me what i was into.” you mutter. san takes initiative, inching closer to your face.

“baby, how are you gonna handle two weeks with no release? you’ve gone however fucking long without the proper release, let your dear friend san show you a proper fuck, mm?” he takes your hand in his, running his free hand up your bare thigh. he notices the way your mouth lets out a gasp the closer he gets to your heat. your mind races again, finally realizing that this is why mingi never wanted you over here on your own.

“b-but—“ you try. you really don’t want this to stop, you know he’ll fuck you stupid. be honest to yourself, you wanna get fucked stupid, and who better to ask than san?

“let me make you feel good, hm? you want me to be rough with you? say the words, darling.” he inches closer, his right arm on one side of you as he leans on top of you. you stare at his lips, watching the way they drip with arousal already.

“san, use me.” fucking finally. as if you poured fuel to the fire, san immediately crashes his plump pink lips onto yours. the softness of his lips does not seem to match the roughness he implies into the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth. his tongue runs along the roof of your mouth, to your gums, and almost to your throat from how deep he’s kissing you. he takes your tongue into his mouth, sucking and eliciting gasps from you, as you pull away and take his bottom lip into your lips, sucking and creating a red tint in his wake.

“fuckin’ hell. i need to taste you, pretty girl.” his lips move down to your neck, using his hands to unzip your sweater to kiss down your bare chest.

“no bra, it’s like you came over to fuck me, that right?”

yes, he’s right.

“n-no, please don’t tell mings—“ you moan as he takes your nipple into his mouth, almost sucking the entire muscle out of your chest.

“fuck! please, do something.” you moan. your eyes threaten to roll to the back of your head, seeing stars as san doesn’t stop sucking and swallowing everything you give him.

his long fingers move to take your shorts off, immediately rubbing circles on your pussy the second the fabric leaves your legs.

“oh my god, you are fucking soaked, y/n. what’s going on in your pretty head, hm? bet you think about me when you fuck mingi. right, pretty?” his fingers plunge into your hole, relentlessly fucking into your pussy. his free hand finds a home over your mouth to mask your moans and gasps while he fucks you with his hand.

your legs clench around his forearm, threatening to squirt on his couches. your stomach clenches while san moves his hand from your mouth to land a sharp slap onto your pussy. your body jolts with pleasure from the slap, san groaning from how hard you’re clenching his fingers.

“open.”

he brings his fingers up to your mouth as you suck and swallow your juices. “good girl, take it all.”

he takes his pants off, wasting no time in jerking himself and entering your sopping hole. your eyes widen at his size, intimidated that you won’t be able to take him.

“san, i don’t think—“

“you can and you will.”

he stops you, placing his right hand on your throat while the other guides his length into your hole. you throw your head back onto the arm rest, your legs threaten to shut around his waist while he already picks up the pace.

he pounds into you relentlessly, hitting your cervix and pulling the ropes of your orgasm.

“so dirty, letting me choke you out and fuck you like a whore. what would mingi say, huh? look at me when i’m talking to you, y/n.” he grips your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye when he pounds you.

“i-i don’t know! please,” you’re not sure what you’re begging for, because san’s giving you all that you’ve missed out on.

you should’ve said yes when he’d asked you out that one time.

“what are you begging for? i’m giving you everything your fuck-ass boyfriend can’t give you.” he slaps your cheek, leaving a red handprint on the right side of your face. you smile at him as he does it again.

“you’re so deep in me, sannie. it’s too much,” you begin to see stars as you yell out. all you can do is moan and cry for san to keep fucking you, even though it feels like you’re being ripped in half in the best way.

“you talk so fucking much, wonder why mingi won’t fuck you.” he lifts your legs onto his waist in a more comfortable spot, while he wraps both hands around your throat, squeezing tightly as he pounds into your pussy faster.

you whimper, san kissing your almost purple lips, using his thumb to open your mouth. he lands a wad of spit onto your tongue as you gracefully swallow him.

“keep clenching around me, there you fucking go. open your legs wider,” san is interrupted by his phone ringing. he doesn’t pull out, only reaching for it on the table by your head. he plants a kiss on your forehead before he leans back up to answer what displays as

‘Mingi’

he swipes to answer, putting the phone on speaker.

“yo,” you hear your boyfriend. you try so hard to suppress your moans, as san fucks into you faster and deeper. he places a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, even though he wants mingi to know how good he’s fucking you.

“mingi-ya. how’s ja-japan?” he mutters while you clench around his dick tighter. he moves his hand away from your mouth to pinch at your nipple.

“its good, hows everyone doing? i called y/n, but she didn’t answer.” concern and your name in the same sentence catches your attention while san looks at you in faux surprise.

“she’s good, yeosang checked up on her a few days ago, she’s just bored.”

he plunges his hips extra hard into you, staying in that one position, not moving an inch. your stomach clenches as you squirt all over san’s pelvis. he gasps, impressed by his action.

mingi is talking, but the both of you are just listening. san isn’t answering the way mingi wants him to, only reacting to what he says.

“are you good, bro? are you even listening to me?”

“uh— yeah, yeah i am.” san leans towards your face, licking the tears that fell from your doe fucked out eyes. you put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making any noise.

“alright, i’m gonna go. i’ll talk to you later, san.”

“bye mingi”

“you’re fucking dirty, such a whore.” he groans and swallows in an attempt to clear his dry throat as he tosses the phone somewhere in the room.

“i’m gonna cum, sannie. please cum in me.” you bring your hand up to the back of his head to pull him closer to you. you lick a stripe up his dimple as he smirks. you feel him swell up and twitch in your pussy, his hand coming down to rub circles on your clit. his hips stutter as he fucks you slower, emptying himself in your cervix.

“want my cum leaking out of your pretty pussy even when mingi’s around.” he pulls out of you, watching the way his cum leaks out of your hole. he uses two fingers to spread your lips, watching the way your hole clenches and how loose he’s made you.

you realize how much you were missing out on the minute san touched your thigh.

sex will never be the same again.

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i don’t even know what to say.

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[mirohs-aurora-society]

Please check out our lovely author Doom's pet play smut written for Kinktober!

Puppy Play Time

2024 Kinktober piece! Masterlist

The request by @bethelighthalazia Soo, I'd have a request for your kinktober if you're comfortable with such 🥺👉👈 I'd like to request petplay with collars and leash and stuff :3 for fem reader with Yunho and Mingi. It's up to you, if her being their pet is everyday roleplay between them (meaning reader behaving like their pet 24/7) or if it's just for their sex/bdsm sessions <3 And @mingsolo requested: Mingi catching Yunho in the act with reader and either Yunho knows and invites him in or he just watches

Pairing: Yunho/Mingi x fem reader WC: 1k AU: sugar daddy's Yungi! non-idol Summary: More of a sugar pet than baby, YunGi adore their sweet puppy- especially when they take out their frustrations out on you anytime they wish. Event Kink list: Voyeurism, threesome, pet play, bondage, free use Warnings/smut (cont): DP, anal, mxm, collar/leash, adult toys AN: I know its two requests but i figured I could make them work together (its also easier on me lol) Honorable tags: @mirohs-aurora-society for the Kinktober event list! Banner and dividers made by me

The sounds of moans, grunts, and the bed hitting the wall was what greeted Mingi when he got home. Considering it was upstairs, and he heard it all loud and clear from the front door, he knew Yunho was being rough on you.

Which either meant he would get punished for interrupting, or you were being punished and he could join in. On the chance it was the latter he found himself heading upstairs and loosening his clothes.

“Such a good pet you are, taking my cock so well.” Yunho’s grunts were followed by the slap of skin and a mangled cry of yours. “That's it, take it puppy.”

Mingi's breath hitched at the sight of you, tears running down your cheeks and drool on your chin. Yunho had your arms pulled back, holding them by the wrists as he pounded relentlessly into you. The collar around your throat was being tugged harshly by the leash wrapped around one of Yunho's hands, the veins prominent from the strain. You were completely immobilized by him, taking his cock like the good puppy you were.

Their puppy.

He found himself palming at his crotch, eager to go in there and use your pretty mouth; see you choking on his size. But Yunho was in a mood, and Mingi knew better than to join without permission. If he was frustrated enough, which judging by the growing bruises on your hips and ass he was, then he'd let him join. Mingi was sure of it.

Must have had a hard day at work. Mingi mused to himself as he pulled out his hard cock, gripping the base with the strength he imagined your pussy would be gripping Yunho. As if willing it, Yunho's head rolled back as he let out a low groan. You had gone quiet, mouth hanging open and eyes rolled back telling Mingi you really did just cum on his cock.

Yunho pulled out before he would cum, cock angry and red; the sight made Mingi's mouth water.

Slapping your ass, Yunho roughly let you go as your body shook from your orgasm. “Bad puppy, I didn't say you could cum. Now you don't get your milk.”

You whined pathetically, which had Mingi stroking his cock now. He hoped to be noticed, or maybe he could settle with just his hand until Yunho calmed down. No- no he wanted to join.

Your eyes flickered over to his direction at the moan he purposely let fall. Yunho was deliberately slow in turning, a wicked grin on his face. “Husband, are you watching us? Naughty. She's your pet too.” He harshly slapped your thigh, but you didn't care at all, whining up at him in response.

Mingi slowly stepped in, meeting your fucked out gaze and taking in the sight of you. Aside from the tear streaks and drool on your chin, the ears on your head were messed up and the tail protruding from your ass was wet and sticking to your soaked inner thighs. Having you as their pet, as theirs to use at any time, making a mess of you was one of their favorite things to do.

Yunho pulled him close once he was in range, still in his work slacks and his shirt unbuttoned but still on. Hell, even his tie hung loosely from him. “Yun- you should undress properly before fucking our Puppy.” Mingi started to undress him, not at all bothered by the hard stare the other fixed him with.

“Speak for yourself.” Yunho's lips crashed to his, tugging at his clothes as he pushed his tongue in to mingle with his.

You could only watch as the two devoured each other, equals while you were their pretty pet.

Soon enough Mingi was naked and hovering above you, Yunho behind him with his hand stroking his cock and biting along his shoulder. “What do you say? Her pretty ass should be plenty prepped… and if it's not-” He shrugged, twisting Mingi's cock roughly to show he didn't care.

You were getting more turned on by the second. Despite Yunho already fucking you nonstop for what felt like an hour, making you cum, making a mess out of you, you were eager for them both. Mingi was just as eager, answering his husband’s question by roughly pulling the tail out of your ass and tossing it aside. They kept a waterproof blanket on top with one of many extra sheets over it for this reason.

“Do you want her ass?” Mingi groaned out as Yunho rubbed his cock against his ass; he wouldn’t mind that either. “Mmm, yes. Lay down Min.” Yunho pulled away, watching with a hard look as Mingi was quick to do as he was told. You were being manhandled before he was even comfortable, Yunho roughly pulling you onto Mingi’s lap and lining him up at your entrance. 

Both of you cried out as Yunho forced you down fully on his cock, taking in the expressions both of you made. He could watch you two fuck, that was enough for him sometimes, but not today. 

Handing Mingi your leash, the man beneath you began to buck his hips so you were bouncing on his cock, being used like a toy- just how you liked it. You could hear Yunho behind you, the next second feeling a bit more lube, before Mingi yanked you forward and gripped one of your ass cheeks to spread you further for him.

There was no warning before you were stretched out to accommodate Yunho’s large size. No time to adjust before he had your arms pulled back again and both slamming their full lengths into your twin holes ruthlessly. Your mind went numb with the intense mixture of pleasure and pain, drool falling from your open mouth down onto Mingi. With the tight hold he had on the leash, and Yunho’s rough hand holding both of your wrists while pressing down on the small of your back, your muscles were pulled in all sorts of directions that just intensified it all.

But this was just the start of their play time with their favorite puppy, and it wasn’t over until you were too fucked dumb to continue, and even then they might just have you watch them fuck each other.

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HUSH HUSH ⁕ ATEEZ X BE:FIRST

[brrrkdslek]

a moment of vulnerability

SYNOPSIS ✶ "nothing haunts us like the things we don't say." –unknown

PAIRING ✶ ateez x 9th member! male! reader

GENRE ✶ ot9 au, angst to comfort

WARNINGS ✶ trauma, deadbeat father, death

YINGLES' NOTE ✶ guess who's back after almost half a year lamaoaooa

it's practice time once again. you've- well, all of ateez have been darting all over the place from the company to interviews to music shows, and you haven't been able to catch a break.

you desperately want to calm the raging sea in your heart, but the other members have it hard as well, so what benefit would it bring if you were to vent and rant to anyone of the members?

not to mention how composed hongjoong and seonghwa has been, you can't fall behind them, you just can't.

so what you plan to do is just get it over with, hurry up with practice and go back to the dorms to finally rest on your nice and fluffy pillows.

"... and three, four and five- wooyoung, you're supposed to be over here." you mark blankly as you point to the left side behind you where an empty space was.

"oh, crap- sorry noona, i can't seem to get these steps right..." wooyoung chuckles dryly, trying to lighten up the mood despite your stern and unmoving expression.

"no, i feel you. noona, don't you think you should slow down a bit...?" san offered, not wanting to touch a nerve. "i agree," seonghwa piqued, "maybe we should take a break first, i think you need one too m/n."

the man smiled gently as the members all went over to the water bottles and began to drink their beverages. you tapped your feet against the floorboard and bit your nails, they've already became rough and callous from how much your teeth has been abusing them over the weeks.

"hyung? i just wanna ask-" yeosang cuts himself off when he sees you sweating profusely and lips becoming paler, "h-hey, you okay?" his face contorts into one of worry.

you came back to your senses before clearing your throat, "sorry yeo, what's— what did you need?" you ask again. "as i was saying..." yeosang begins slowly, though his expression holds one of worry and suspicion.

practice, shows, recording.

that's all you had to get done under this month, it's only started but you can't seem to relax. it's only three simple words but somehow you found the actions more complex and annoying. you also can't seem to focus on yeosang's question.

you began to sweat again as your heart rate sped up, why were you feeling so stressed? why are they all lounging as if we're on vacation?

you couldn't wrap your head around it, and you couldn't calm your raging breaths either. as yeosang waited for a response, his tongue darts out to wet his lips before he asks once again, waving a hand in front of your face.

the action makes your head spin even more. you wanted him to stop, your mouth opening and closing but no words come out. you felt a migraine slowly come but you just weren't able to find your voice.

suddenly you slap his hand away, the loudness of the skin collision makes yeosang shocked, along with the other members who turned their head upon the sound.

and for a moment, it was silent. everyone had the same thought running through their heads, including yours. 'he has never raises his hand against any of us.'

"fuck- sorry yeo, are you okay...?" you ask nervously as you reached out, only for the man to pull further back, the action alone makes your heart break, but further when his soft eyes stare at you in fear.

hongjoong steps up and pats yeosang's shoulder as his stinging hand falls to his side awkwardly, "hey, what's going on?" the man asks, not really able to comprehend the situation as of now.

your mind drifts back to an instagram reel you saw a few nights ago. 'the abused becomes the abuser', 'the manipulated becomes the manipulator'.

was that possible? were you really evolving- no, devolving, into him? that wretched man who clung to your blood like a parasite, the man that made you worse and better than you ever were before.

your fa- "hey m/n!" hongjoong snaps a finger in your face, bringing you back to reality. "what's going on? you okay? do you need something?" the bombard of questions makes your head spin.

you stumble back and hold onto the rail, surprising all the members as you began to pant, hand going to hold your head from your swirling thoughts.

stress, anxiety, worry.

stress, anxiety, worry.

stress, anxie- wait, are you even breathing? could you breathe? god, the air in here is so stuffy — the practice room was smaller than you imagined now that you looked at it seriously.

ugh, your stomach was churning really badly. did you even eat enough this morning? no- i mean how could you? how could you possibly stomach food when you're having a panic attack?

panic attack...?

you dry heaved before your hand comes up to cup over your mouth, eyes scanning the now blurry members who were slowly coming closer before you rushed out of the practice room and threw up in the middle of the hall by the wall.

you slid down on your knees your breakfast and all the bullshit you ate from yesterday hits the ground, leaving your stomach empty, just like your head now.

you wiped the spit from your lips and swallowed, the bitter taste of barf filling your tongue as your face cringes and mind swirling.

upon seeing the figures of your members rushing towards the hallway, your eyes gave out before you passed out onto the ground.

enveloped in darkness, you saw a silhouette of a woman, your mother. you could always recognise her from anywhere, not because of the pink she always adorned — well, maybe. but you could never perfectly describe the reason why.

everyone's always complimented how similar you two looked, and you always became happy when that comment came.

you wanted to be just like her — so you grew out your hair, changed your personality and acted in line. that wasn't the real reason, but it was what you told your members.

maybe it was because deep in the back of your mind, you knew the blood of your deadbeat father ran in your blood, and that there was a possibility- even if it was 1%, that you would end up like him.

you hated the revelation, so in your delusion, you changed yourself, not for the better, but not for the worse either. still, you didn't know.

blood determines nothing. that is a fact itself with the way your father acts and treats you. in his eyes, you are nothing but scum. despite holding the family name and are able to pass the bloodline, he hated you and you never knew why.

though as you grew older, the more he'd raise his hand at you and hold violence as a more superior solution than anything else, that was his way, and you hated it to the bone.

your position now as an idol determines nothing either, it's not guaranteed. no matter how good of a company you come from, a little slip up could let decades of hard work spill down the drain.

just like your little hoobae seunghan, poor boy. he had so much waiting for him just to get thrown out last minute, you weren't sure why but you felt it would happen to you eventually.

maybe because it has happened to you already — not in the exact same way, but gosh did it leave the same traumatic scar it probably left seunghan too.

you wanted to become a writer, a famous one at that. you found comfort in the little letters you'd write on your notebook, creating different stories and scenarios that filled your heart with ease.

your mother was supportive and loved to read some of the short fictions you'd let her read. always giving you that sweet pat on the head and telling you how proud she was.

you looked up to her, amazed at how perfectly she held herself, despite the familial environment your father put you guys through.

but you found out she wasn't as strong as you thought, when she killed herself in the summer of 2012, when you were only 13 year old.

after then, you stopped writing all together. her words suddenly becoming empty when you thought back to it; if she could lie about her feelings, she could lie about her words too.

you never realised, but the pent up hatred for your mother was never hatred in the first place. you only ever felt guilty for not being mature enough for her to express her deepest feelings to you, even if you were only 13.

suddenly, your eyes shot open as a tear rolled down your temple from where you laid. you glanced around the room and recognised it to be your own, with an iv drip connecting to your arm.

before long, jongho comes in with a glass of water and almost drops it when you wake up. he places the glass down gently before sitting at your side.

his eyes are full of worry as they dart all over you, thinking about what to do or say. "jjongie..." you started, though you let out a few coughs at how dry your throat have gotten.

jongho immediately helps you sit up and drink the water, downing the whole glass in one go, almost making the maknae crack a smile if not for your worrying condition.

as he placed the glass down, the man sighs. "...are you ever gonna tell us what happened back there?" he asks slowly, almost sounding ashamed that's the first thing he says to you since you woke up.

but you only blinked before turning to stare up at the ceiling, "eventually, yeah— but what day is it?" you ask instinctively, feeling as if along time had passed.

"it's been a day..." the man replied with a gulp, remembering how fearful all the members were when the doctor says you'll be resting for a while.

you hummed and opened your mouth to speak before your door practically breaks down with the way wooyoung rushed in with tears in his eyes.

"HYUNG!" the man-baby exclaims as he kneels by your bedside and wails on your lap, "oh my god, you're alive!" he cries like a baby as yunho flicks his head, "hey don't jinx it."

a tiny smile graces your lips as you gently ran your fingers through the man's hair, bringing him ever-lasting comfort, just like how your mother has always made you feel.

in just a second, all the members have successfully poured into your room like roaches. and as you caught yeosang, he comes closer at your silent gesture.

"are you still hurt?" you ask slowly as your free hand caressed the back of his hand, where you'd slap. you knew it didn't hurt, the man could carry two of you without breaking a sweat.

but you just felt like you should ask, you know you should — you knew mother would've asked if it was here, and the thought alone makes a small smile creep up your lips.

"i'm okay, but are you?" he asks as he takes your hand in his and squeezes it reassuringly, "i think so." you chuckle, suddenly feeling so warm just with the upbeat chattering of your members.

you sigh shakily before bringing yeosang close and hugging the man in your arms. you gently raked your fingers through his hair as your eyes watered.

"hyung's sorry, i never meant to hurt you..." you whispered shakily, the guilt of that painful face yeosang made a day ago making your chest tighten.

the man simply smiled shyly and hugs back, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he replies in a muffled voice. "it's okay, noona. i know you didn't mean it..."

hearing the common nickname of 'noona' makes you release the breath you didn't know you were holding as you sniffled gently before kissing the man's temple.

mingi chuckles, "guys, look at yeosang blush." wooyoung raises his head from where his tears stained your lap before he snorted, "he's bright red!"

yeosang blushes harder and yanks himself away from you in embarrassment. "am not! your eyes are redder than mine, you're the one who's crying like a little kid."

you smile upon the familiar scene of the boys bickering and bantering amongst each other, it's refreshing, seeing your members so relaxed and happy.

hongjoong sitting at your side catches your attention before you turn back towards him with a kind smile and he smiles back, what a captain.

"you don't have to tell us what's going on, but just know that we're here for you if you ever need us." he marks before grasping your hand and intertwining your fingers without anyone noticing.

"even though i'd like it to be only me," the man jokes, making you snort softly, "everyone else here loves you just the same, so don't keep everything bottled up."

a sudden laugh leaves your lips as the members go silent, turning to watch you with curiosity as you laugh your heart out, warming their hearts as well.

'if only mother had been surrounded by this much love back then, maybe she would've been able to see me grow into the writer she hoped i'd become.'

©BRRRKDSLEK 2024

[cozytief]

Mingi "I'm not wearing underwear; just thought you should know"

Hello ^_^ Hard boi thoughts. Would have made this smut but aborted last minute. Idk if that's something y'all would want.

M/N gets hurt and it leads to sexual tension?

DM/Requests open.

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In no way does this represent Mingi irl or his actual personality. This is fiction.

TW: Gay, Boner, Touching (non-sexually), Cooing, Fluff.

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A loud thud filled the dorm air. It was quickly followed by a hissed-out string of cuss words. Seonghwa and San weren’t supposed to get back until way later due to a schedule they had together. Frowning, Mingi made his way out to the living room. His eyes quickly landed on M/N. The other curled up in pain on the ground. “M/N-ah?” He softly questioned. “Hyung,” The soft words made his heart flutter. It was clear the other was in pain. “What happened?” He questioned, dropping down next to the other. M/N gave a shaky breath before speaking. “Grabbing something from Seonghwa and fell,” He confessed. Mingi nodded his head at the words. “You ok?” He questioned, unsure of how to help the other. “Landed on my hip,” Mingi flinched at the words. M/N had gotten a hip injury when they were in Kingdom. It sometimes bothered him, but he always brushed it off as a joke.

 Mingi ran his hand through the other’s hair at the words. “Should I call for help?” He asked. M/N shook his head as he slowly uncurled from the position he’d been in. “N-no, it’s ok,” Mingi carefully helped the other sit on the couch. Mingi wanted to chuckle at the thought of this happening in M/N’s dorm with Yunho and Yeosang. They didn’t have any furniture. M/N most likely would still be on the ground in pain. Mingi held back the soft giggle and rubbed the other’s thigh gently. “Should we take a look?” M/N shook his head, blushing red at the words. “It’s ok, Hyung,” M/N stated, resting his hands in his lap. Mingi frowned at the words. “M/N-ah, we should check. You really hurt yourself the last time this happened,” Mingi softly cooed, rubbing the other’s thigh gently. M/N bit his lip, refusing to meet Mingi’s gaze. “Hyung, it’s fine,” Mingi shook his head. “We’ll check, hm. If it’s bad I’ll take you, ok?” Mingi knew M/N hated being checked out. He probably didn’t want to go with the others or the managers. Mingi reached up to fiddle with the other’s waistband. M/N flushed a deeper red. He began to gently pull them down but was stopped by M/N.

 “I’m not wearing underwear,” The confession making Mingi’s heart flutter. He hadn’t even thought about that. “Just thought you should know,” He stated quietly when Mingi didn’t reply. Mingi bit his lip lightly before speaking. “We still need to check, M/N-ah. Do you want a blanket?” M/N refused to meet Mingi’s gaze. M/N paused, unsure, before shaking his head slowly. “I’ll cover myself. You don’t have to pull my sweats all the way down, right?” Mingi nodded his head at the words. “Just enough to see,” He answered. M/N nodded his head, taking in the words. “Ok,” He quietly agreed. 

Mingi carefully tugged the other’s sweats down. A frown making its way to his face. “You’re bruised already,” Mingi muttered. M/N frowned at the words. His hands moving from holding his sweats in place to peek at the nasty bruise forming. “Fuck,” He muttered, head snapping to look at Mingi. “You hit it pretty good. I don’t think you need treatment though,” He confessed. His eyes briefly met M/N’s before glancing down at the bruise again. He allowed one hand to lightly trail the bruise while his other hand softly played with the inside of M/N’s thigh. Mingi leaned down to place a delicate kiss to the other’s bruise. “Hyung,” The strained word causing Mingi’s head to land on M/N’s face. “M/N-ah?” He quizzed.

The other’s face was bright red, as if he was embarrassed. M/N refused to meet his gaze, hands covering his crotch once more. It suddenly clicked for Mingi. The other was hard and desperately trying to cover it. Mingi was suddenly aware of how intimate everything was. He carefully pulled away, biting his lip.

He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the dorm door being swung open aggressively. It made them both flinch. “Mingi-ah! How does chicken sound for dinner?” Seonghwa’s voice rang through the dorm. M/N stood up quickly, putting space between the two of them. “Ah, staying for dinner, M/N-ah?” San asked. The said boy muttered something out and was quickly gone. Mingi frowned at the actions of the other. “He really hasn’t been in a chicken mood, huh,” San quizzed, rushing to grab something from the kitchen. Mingi agreed blindly as he moved to follow Seonghwa into the kitchen.

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Please check out our lovely author Bee's Mingi smut written for Kinktober!

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Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Warning: Smut smut smut [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This is part of @mirohs-aurora-society kinktober event! Supposed to Hate Sex, didn't quite turn out like that but what can you do lol.

“Fuck, he looks good.” Your friend, Momo murmurs, nudging you with her elbow. You turn to look in the general direction she was looking, your eyes immediately landing on Hongjoong.

“Yes.” You sigh. “Yes he does.” You whisper, partially to just yourself, biting your lip as you eye him up.

“No.” Momo laughs, grabbing your head, turning it towards the man you really disliked, no, not disliked, hated.

“Song Mingi?” You scoff. “Mo, you really gotta get a better choice in men.” You laugh.

“Yeah okay, he might be an asshole, but he's so fucking hot and you can't deny that.” She laughs, taking a sip of her drink. “Especially dressed up like that.”

“It's a Halloween party and he's put in little to no effort.” You mumble, finishing your drink.

“Says the girl who put on a tight red dress and some devil horns and called it a day.” She laughs, nudging you again. You roll your eyes at her while she grabs your arm, dragging you to the kitchen. “More shots. Then we dance!” She laughs. You were there as support for her, and you did need to let loose, so why not?

You and Momo took shot after shot, after shot. Until you felt like your head was spinning and your vision was blurry, your body was hot but you had not a single care in the world.

“Let's dance!” You scream out, stumbling out of the kitchen, pulling Momo’s finger from behind you so you wouldn't lose her as you push through the crowd of people to the dance floor. Seconds later, you and Momo begin dancing, grinding on each other, as others dance around the two of you. The two of you easily get lost in the music, your hands roaming down your body, your eyes are closed as you let your body just move. You feel a pair of hands grip your hips, the hands helping you move your body against a crotch. You open your eyes, turning around, hoping to see Hongjoong, but instead are met with the face of Song Mingi.

“Ugh, go away.” You spit, trying to move away from him. He holds onto you tighter, pulling your body against him more, your tits pressed against his chest. He looks you up and down, biting his lip as he smirks.

“C'mon baby girl, don't be like that.” He smiles. You hate that you can't deny how fucking attractive he is, but it's his personality that sucks. He moves his hand down from your back, over the curve of your ass, giving you a small squeeze. You try to look uninterested but he was slowly getting to you and he hadn't even done much yet. He leans down, his luscious lips grazing against your ear. You can feel his breath against your neck as he begins to speak.

“You look so fucking good tonight.” He murmurs, pulling his head away, looking you in the eyes. You try not too, but you can't help but to get lost in the look in his eyes. He's staring at you like he wants to just fucking devour you, he wants to destroy you, and currently, you were drunk enough to want him to do whatever he wanted to you.

You look behind you, seeing your friend, sucking face with some guy, which made you feel a little less guilty about abandoning her to be with Mingi.

“What do you want from me?” You ask him.

He laughs. “What do I want? I want to see the tears roll down your cheeks, the mascara on your eyes smudge while I shove my cock down your throat.” He whispers. Your breath hitches. “I want to hear you screaming as I ram my cock inside you.” He finishes, stepping back from you a little. He looks at your beat red face, you can feel your body heating up, your clit throbbing for Mingi. You hated that your body had this kind of reaction to him, but you weren't going to deny yourself the opportunity.

You take a breath, looking at him with a smile. “Let's go then.” You say.

Mingi lets out a low chuckle, grabbing your hand, pulling you out of the crowd of party goers. Your stomach twists and turns as he pulls you up the stairs, leading you to an empty bedroom. You walk into the room, Mingi shuts the door behind him.

“What now?” You say, Mingi staring at you.

“Get on your knees.” He says, walking towards you while he unbuckles his belt. He pulls down his pants, letting them drop around his ankles, along with his boxers. You're on your knees, looking up at him with his cock standing straight out.

“Suck my cock.” He says, looking down at you. You lick your lips, inching towards him, but you're moving too slowly for him.

“I said suck my fucking cock.”

You wrap your hand around his shaft, slowly opening your mouth, giving his tip kitten licks before just taking his tip inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip. Mingi hisses, throwing his head back, thrusting his hips, desperate for you to take more of him. You open your mouth wide, taking as much of his cock inside your mouth as you can. Mingi grabs a clump of your hair, holding your head still as he thrusts gently at first but then each thrust gets harder and faster until he's shoving his cock down your throat. Your eyes begin to water, a mixture of spit and precum seeping from your mouth, spilling onto your breasts.

“Fuck.” Mingi hisses, pulling his cock from your mouth, breathing heavily. He helps you up off the floor, rubbing his thumb over your red lips before grabbing onto the low neckline of your dress, ripping it right down the middle, until it falls off your body, leaving you in only a bra and panties. Mingi doesn't say anything as he reaches around you, unhooking your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He cups Your breasts, takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. You throw your head back, letting out a small moan before Mingi pulls his mouth off of you, and pushes you back onto the bed. He climbs on the bed, taking off his shirt, before he takes off your panties, discarding them behind him. He spreads your legs open wide, laying on his stomach, flicking his tongue against your clit.

“More… please…” You whimper.

Mingi licks your cunt with the flat of his tongue, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. He quickly shoves two fingers into your already soaked cunt, fingering you hard as the switches between licking and sucking on your clit.

“Oh my god.” You cry out, grabbing your tits, squeezing them as Mingi brings you closer to your orgasm. Mingi pulls his fingers from inside of you, moving his head away from between your legs. He crawls up the bed, hovering over you, leaning his head down, lightly pressing his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down, harshly kissing him back. Mingi slips his tongue into your mouth, turning the kiss passionate and sloppy. He pulls away, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he shoves his cock into your cunt. You cry out as he gives you no time to adjust, pulling himself out of you just a little before ramming his cock back inside of you.

“Such a tight cunt.” He groans, holding your legs tightly. You let out loud moans as Mingi places his fingers on your clit, rubbing your sensitive bud as he continues to fuck you. It doesn't take you long to cum, crying out loudly, as your back arches, your body shaking as Mingi doesn't slow down. You pull him down to you, wrapping your legs around his waist. The two of you roll, Mingi now laying on the bed and you on top of him. You ride his cock, your hands placed on his chest as you bounce and grind on top of him. You drag your nails down his chest over and over again, leaving scratches from his pecks to his stomach as your clit is being rubbed again, building your second orgasm. Mingi reaches up, wrapping his hand around your throat, choking you while you ride him, sending more shivers down your spine.

“Ride my cock, baby girl.” He groans, moving his hands to your hips, making you bounce faster and harder on his cock. Your heads thrown back, your eyes closed tight, the feeling of his cock inside of you was intoxicating. He slides his hand up your body, over your curves, grabbing your chin, gripping it tightly as he forces you to look at him.

“Look at me when you cum on my cock, princess.” He groans, licking his lips as he watches your tits bounce with every drop back onto his cock. Your second orgasm builds quickly, the eye contact so intense. You bite your lip as your orgasm hits you, making you hunch over Mingi's body, as you work through it. Mingi holds you up slightly as he thrusts up, pounding his cock into you, chasing his own orgasm. You lay your body on Mingi's scratched chest, as he fucks you. You whimper quiet moans into his ear, urging him to cum, to spill himself inside of you.

“You want me to cum baby… you want me to cum deep in your tight cunt?” He groans. “Fuck… fuck I'm gonna cum.” He grunts, gives you one last hard thrust as he shoots his load deep inside you.

He pulls out, you both lay there for a moment, breathing heavily.

You roll off his body, standing up to look for your things, you grab your bra and panties and remember your dress being torn.

“What the fuck am I supposed to wear now?” You ask, holding up what once was your dress.

“I mean…” Mingi chuckles. “You can go out like that, you look fucking good.” He smiles.

You roll your eyes, slipping on your bra and panties. You grab Mingi's shirt, slipping it over your body.

“What am I supposed to wear?” He laughs, getting his boxers and pants back on.

“You can go out like that. You look good.” You smile. You and Mingi leave the room, heading back down to the party.

“Is that Mingi's shirt?” Momo asks, rushing up to you. “Did you fuck him?” The asks, motioning to the scratches on Mingi's chest. “Does he have a big dick?” She asks.

“Yes, yes and…” You pause, smiling, looking over at Mingi. He looks back at you, giving you a smirk and a wink. You look at Momo, with a big smile on your face.

“He's huge.”

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Mingi™ ✨ disclaimer i do not actually think he's stupid jdhfnjhj

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[jeon-ify]

NASTY- SONG MINGI (18+)

yeah i want you to get nasty,

do that thing you know i like, no one’s watching

warnings: read and find out. 18+.

FRIDAY

“welcome in, guys! what brings you in today?” the salesman asks. mingi’s been busy with schedules, realizing that he hasn’t seen you much, nor has he gotten to do anything he really wanted to do.

today was the day he’d spoil you. you didn’t want to go out, but mingi insisted that he’d blow all his money on whatever you wanted today since ‘my money is yours.’

the first place you went to was YSL. you bought a pair of the classic YSL heel, mingi letting you swipe his card the minute you picked up the pair. he stood and watched you try on the shoe, in admiration of how well deserved you are of everything good in the world. it was his love language— gift giving.

“what do you think, baby? do my feet look weird?” you observed your foot, making sure that your gold anklet matched the shoe. you never took off that anklet, you’ve had it on since the first time you spent your birthday with mingi.

“no, baby. i think they suit you really well. makes you look so elegant, my love.” he kneels before you, holding your foot and caressing your bare and smooth calves. his dimples rise to peek at you, making your skin crawl in arousal.

“thank you. i think i’m gonna get these, then.” you put them back in the silk bag they were once in, and handed them to the salesman. you put your shoes back on, walking over to the register to swipe your boyfriend’s black card.

“baby, you really don’t have to be my sugar daddy all the time.”

“stop questioning how i show my love. plus, you deserve it, don’t you, pretty girl?” he’s holding your bags, letting you walk free-handedly around the mall.

“i do.” you continue a conversation, only to notice that you’re not getting any responses. you catch mingi staring at the lingerie store on your left side, realizing that he’s hard, too.

“baby, we have to come in here. go try some things on and call me to the back so i can see them.” he holds your hand, guiding you into the store as he steps back and waits outside for you to call.

you pick out a burgundy corset laced set with black diamonds lining the chest area, with the back exposed. attached was a knee strap that had dangling diamonds dripping down your thigh, while the other thigh was left blank. you felt so sexy, almost like if you’d called mingi back here, he’d rip it off and have to pay for it before you’d even get to decide if you like it or not. nonetheless, you finish putting on the thigh strap to complete the look, you call mingi’s phone and he comes to the 7th fitting room you chose. you chose the last and farthest room from the store, knowing how mingi is.

he slowly pulls the curtain, eyeing you up and down with his bottom lip sitting between his pearly whites. his mind runs a thousand miles an hour, feeling like he’s above the clouds and underground at the same time. he watches the way you breathe, the way your hair moves down your back when you take the deep breaths. he watches the way you stare into his eyes through the mirror, watching him slowly walk towards you and closing the curtain behind him.

“you like? i think this color suits me, don’t you think, mings?” you ask as you run your hands up your chest, admiring the way your cleavage sits in the top.

mingi doesn’t respond. you catch him staring at the diamonds down your thigh, and down to the gold anklet hugging your ankle. his eyes move up to your perked ass, then right back down to your thigh. it’s something about your thighs that mingi could never get enough of. the smoothness and the way they feel around his head when he’s devouring your pussy.

“you can’t rip this off me, yet, mingi. i like it and i wanna get it. you can fuck me later. you know i can read your mind.” you chuckle. he breathes, his hand moving to travel up your waist and up to your neck to push you onto his body. your head is thrown back onto his shoulder, watching him through the mirror as he kisses down your neck.

“but baby, you look so nasty. you look so fuckable. like i wanna cum on your face and let you squish my face with your thighs while you wear this thigh strap you have on.”

he pulls on the elastic, only to snap it onto the skin. you gasp, he squeezes your throat tighter and kisses your temple.

“get dressed, i’ll pay for this and we’re going home.” he unties the corset from the back, then kneels to unclip the strap on your thigh. you slide the corset off, taking your clothes from mingi’s hands as he steps out and pays for the set.

mingi grabs the rest of your bags and you both head out of the building as soon as you can. mingi could not wait any longer to fuck you in your new set.

•

SATURDAY

“mingi, please go make me pancakes. i’m too lazy,” you whine. you really don’t feel like doing anything at all this evening. you craved pancakes at 7:00pm, mingi being wide awake and already in the kitchen.

“you’re so lazy. but yes, i will make you some pancakes, lovey. how many do you want?” his bare back muscles flex with every move he made, his hair bouncing in its place.

“like 4. but don’t drench them in syrup.”

“fine.”

“thank you.”

as you downed your last pancake, mingi watched you get up and put your plate in the sink and wash your hands. you wore his basketball shorts and your tanktop, along with a pair of black socks. your feet were cold, as you’d just moved in and you’re having trouble with your heat.

and so was mingi.

he watched the way your ass and hips moved whenever you walked anywhere. he stared at your waist and how your long hair covered your back. he felt himself getting rock hard as he remembered the scene in the fitting room yesterday evening.

he called you over to him before you sat down across from him.

“y/n. come here.” he motioned for you to sit on his lap, not thinking about breaking eye contact with you.

“where did you put that red set we bought yesterday, hm? tell me darling, when are you gonna wear it?” he runs his pretty fingers up the back of your thighs, landing a sharp spank on your left cheek.

“well we just bought it yesterday. i’ll put it on soon.”

“i think you should go upstairs and put it on. now.”

you, without a doubt, run up the stairs and pull out the set from your closet. you slide on the strap lastly, making sure it sat in the right spot.

as you finish putting on the set, mingi walks up the stairs and into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

“fuck, all this for me? do you understand how lucky i am? guys would be on their knees for you in a second. but i get to have you and see you like this.”

he slowly moves towards you at the edge of the bed, lifting your chin up to maintain eye contact with you while he slides his hand through your thighs.

“i would never let anyone see me the way you do, mingi. i’m all for you. i belong to you.”

you could’ve sworn you just heard him moan. you feel his breath hitch under his touch, sweat forming around his orange hairline. he leans down to kiss you, nothing but tongue and teeth. he pulls away to catch his breath as his eyes are rolled back.

“that’s right, you belong to me. now, lay back for me, ‘m gonna taste your pretty pussy. want you to squeeze my head with your pretty thighs.”

as your body reacts to his deep toned silk voice, you lay back onto the bed, feeling mingi following you, planting kisses all over your chest. he kisses on the corset with his wet lips, falling in love with your body in every lifetime.

you are mingi’s ride or die. though it sounds cliche, mingi cannot live without you. he comes home around 2am after a long day at work, and you understand him. he wishes things were different with his idol life and his personal life, but you make up for it. he loves you more than anything in his life. in fact, you may be the only thing he does love.

these thoughts cloud mingi’s brain as he admires and worships your body tonight, tears enveloping his precious eyes.

“mings, why are you crying? is something wrong?” you sit up on your elbows, your left hand caressing his cheek while he kisses your lower stomach through the burgundy fabric.

“i fucking love you. i would die for you. you don’t understand that i cannot physically live without you, baby. you’re so beautiful, i don’t know what to do.” he lifts your thighs and places them on his shoulders while he kneels on the floor at the edge of the bed, kissing the insides of your legs, and to unbutton the bodysuit with his pearly white teeth.

“mingi, i love you. i love you so fucking much, i can’t imagine being with anyone else.” you moan out as he licks a stripe up your bare pussy, your thighs immediately shutting around his head as the diamonds on the strap poke his temples.

“you taste so beautiful. would rather die than never have this pussy again, my love. open up for me.”

as he continues to eat you out, he plunges his long, thick fingers into your heat and you finish all over his hand and wrist. he licks a long stripe from your pussy, gathering your cum and his drool. he brings his face closer to yours as you open your mouth. he gathered the juices in his mouth as he spit them into yours, immediately swallowing and sticking your tongue out to show him that you’ve swallowed.

“good girl. my beautiful girl. i’m gonna fuck you now, let you feel my love.” he unzips his pants, tossing them somewhere in the room. he throws his glasses onto the nightstand by your bed, then takes the rest of his clothing off, leaving nothing but his silver chain with your initial on it.

he brings his palm up to your mouth so you’d spit in his hand, then he rubs it on the base of his cock. he pushes his cock into your heat, making you immediately gasp in response, still not used to his size.

“fuck! mingi, you’re so big, i d-“ you claw at his lower stomach, clenching your thighs and scratching his hips with the black diamonds on the strap.

“baby, you’ve taken me hundreds of times, what’s changed?” he slowly pushes into you, using his question to distract you from his size ripping you open.

“i- fuck, fuck fuck! baby, oh my god—“ you cry out, mingi’s thrusts already picking up the pace. he doesn’t hesitate to thrust at his own speed, knowing that you’ve taken him hundreds of times, but you were extra sensitive today.

mingi took your wrists in his hands, using them to hold you onto his dick while he pounds into you deeper. he lifts you up as your legs wrap around his tiny waist. he feels like he’s on cloud 9, with the way you’re gripping his length.

“feel it. feel how much i fucking love you. how much i’d do for you. how much i’d lose for you.” he lets you go as you fall loosely back onto the bed. he comes down to spoil your mouth with his sloppy kisses, breathing in your moans and cries.

“mingi, i love you! i love you so fucking much, baby. you belong to me and i belong to you,” you cry out. you feel so blissful in a moment like this with mingi. its rough, its raw, its real. his love language always spoke its full dialect to you, while he showed how sorry he was for the lost time.

“do that thing i like, baby. grip my dick, make me cum.” his head is thrown back while he fiddles and tugs at your thigh strap. he feels your pussy gripping his length, unintentionally, since you’re already about to cum.

“fuck! fuck, stop, i’m gonna cum.” he gasps. you’ve already opened a gate and you do not want to close it. so, you grip onto his cock again, harder this time. he groans louder, coming down to wrap his pretty hand around your throat. he fucks into you rapidly, chasing his orgasm just as much as you chase your third one of the night.

“you’re still fucking me and you’re not using the safeword. i don’t think you want me to stop, mings.” you smirk at him, almost mocking his submissive demeanor.

“you’ll kill me one of these days, yet i feel so fucking alive with you. feels so good.” his pace comes to a halt, slowing down and twitching inside your ovaries.

“cum in me, mings. wanna feel your cum all in me.” you contract around him again. he comes down to kiss you, then sucks on your bottom lip, pulling away with a pop as he finishes in you.

“my god, baby. you’re fucking phenomenal. i love you.” he pulls out, plopping down on the spot beside you. you both give each other a few minutes before getting up.

a few minutes pass as mingi regains himself, he flips you over to untie the corset, letting your lungs finally breathe the air you needed. he unclips the strap on your thigh, putting it on the nightstand as keeps for the next time he wants to fuck you again. he walks over to the bathroom, soaking a towel with extra warm water to clean you up.

he turns you over and lifts your thigh to wipe the juices around your inner thighs, then plants a kiss on the cleaned area.

“the things i would do for you, my love.”

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Please check out our lovely author Rem's my model! Mingi smut!

Matching Kleins

Pairing: model!Mingi x photographer!reader

Genre: Smut drabble

Wordcount: 1,509 words

Rating: mature

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Synopsis: childhood friends share a bed together

No I'm totally not doing this because of Mingi's recent photoshoot but I'm totally doing this because of Mingi's recent photoshoot :) I'm also gonna tag @acupoftaewithsomesuga because I love her dearly :)

How did you end up here?

One minute, you were doing your job, which was to take professional pictures of Mingi for his recent advertisement for Calvin Klein. The next minute, you’re on your knees and sucking the soul out of him, occassionally gagging whenever this big bitch bucks his hips upwards.  

Let’s start from the beginning. 

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You and Mingi have been friends since diapers. Throughout your childhood, you two always stuck by each other. Even with the addition of Yunho, you were still the greatest friends. Nothing could ever tarnish the bond that you two have. 

“Come on, Mingi! Smile!”

Mingi shyly smiled as the little plastic camera you held snapped an endearing photo of him and Yunho. You had an affinity for photography. You two were messing around with silly little photoshoots one day. Literally the next day, Mingi was scouted to be a model. Mingi was happy and took the opportunity quickly, but on one condition.

You had to be his main photographer. He only trusts you. 

Naturally, his manager tried to persuade him to try other people, but Mingi was stubborn. It was each you tagged along or the deal was off. Not wanting to lose potential talent, the manager reluctantly agreed. From there, you two traveled the world together. 

Flash forward to now. 

As you recently wrapped up your photoshoot with his sponsorship for Calvin Klein, his manager approached you two all sweaty and nervous. You raised an eyebrow at him as you stashed away your equipment carefully and properly. 

“I’m so sorry, guys. The hotel messed up and instead of two separate rooms, you guys are now bunked into one room. I tried to negotiate! But they didn’t have anything else booked.”

“It’s fine. We’ve shared a room before back in our youth. We’ll be fine.”

As Mingi smiled reassuredly at his manager, your lips formed into a thin line. While it was true that you did indeed share a room with him before, you didn’t have feelings for him. Naturally, time passed and your feelings for him increased ten-fold. Long gone was the shy and nerdy boy you befriended. Standing before you was a man. A man that had nothing underneath his jacket, leaving his abs to be exposed. And it didn’t help that his jeans hung low enough so the waistband of his panties (yes you called them panties since he unknowingly acts like a whore sometimes) was shown. Yes, he was still nerdy, quirky, and an overall sweet guy, but you would be lying if you say that you didn’t think about him in a perverse way. 

Was it getting hot in the studio or was it just you?

“Ok… if you two are sure.”

The manager slowly walked away and Mingi smirked to himself before approaching you. He swung an arm around you, which made you flinch a bit before you relaxed under his touch. Mingi couldn’t help but coo at the sight of you looking so concentrated on putting your camera equipment away. From wiping down the lens to storing the film carefully into a plastic bag, Mingi’s heart raced whenever he was around you. He truly couldn’t get enough of you. 

“It’ll be just like old times, right?”

“Yeah… like old times.”

You chuckled nervously as you closed up your briefcase and proceeded to walk out of the studio with Mingi in tow. The hotel wasn’t far from the studio so it was an easy trek. As you approached the front desk, you checked in and had a bellhop take your things before the two of you proceeded to your room. True to the words of Mingi’s manager, there was indeed only one bed right smack in the middle of this spacious room. You definitely can handle this. 

Right? 

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“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

Long story short, you two weren’t sleepy yet so you ordered room service, which consisted of some champagne and a few snacks. A few glasses in, you two went from playing games to making out messily (after confessing to each other and feeling relieved when both feelings were reciprocated). Mingi was sprawled out on the couch, jeans discarded and his red Calvin Klein boxer briefs pulled down slightly so his huge cock (you totally didn’t whimper at the sight of it) would spring out. As you made quick work of swallowing him whole, Mingi felt like he was in heaven. His head was thrown back and one of his huge hands was tangled in your head, either helping you bob your head up & down on his length or holding it still so he can buck his hips upwards. He was close, but he didn’t want to cum in your mouth so he pulled you away. 

“Mingi~”

“Shh. Relax. Let me take care of you.”

His deep voice made you shudder and you nodded. Mingi pointed to the bed and you scrambled to get there before sitting on the edge of it. As Mingi claimed your mouth with his, he made quick work of your slacks and discarded them before unbuttoning your crisp polo shirt and throwing it somewhere. Mingi’s breath hitched as he took a step back to see what you had under your clothes. 

And he felt himself grow harder at the sight. 

You were in matching lingerie also made by Calvin Klein. The shade of red was the exact same. Your bra accentuated your breasts deliciously and hugged them perfecty while the matching thong sat prettily and covered your thoroughly drenched core. Mingi licked his lips and knelt down before spreading your legs and kissing your inner thighs. He hooked your legs onto his bare shoulders and unhooked your bra swiftly before throwing it to the side. His fingers traced the waistband of your thong before looking up at you with a glazed and lustful look in his eyes. 

“Did you do this… for me?”

You nodded shyly and Mingi raised himself up to quickly kiss your lips before ripping off your thong and kneeling back down so he could dive in. The ways his lips wrapped around your clit and the way his tongue lapped up your juices was dizzying. The man can give good head. You threw your head back and moaned loudly at the feeling. 

The walls were thick so you two could be loud as much as you want. 

The feeling of Mingi’s tongue on your core didn’t last long though, which caused you to let out a slight noise of protest. Mingi chuckled deeply before bringing his hands up to your face so he could caress your cheek. 

“I just wanted a taste. Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need.”

He grabbed your hips and turned you over so you were flat on your stomach. Mingi bent down and peppered kisses all over your back before lifting your body slightly so your ass was up. He tangled a hand in your hair and used his other hand to align his dick to your dripping entrance. He pushed the tip in and both of you groaned at the feeling. 

“So fucking tight. You think you can handle everything?”

You nodded rapidly and Mingi took as a green light to keep pushing in until every inch was inside you. Once he bottomed out, he bent down and kissed in between your shoulder blades before letting his other hand go to the small of your back. 

“I’m going to move now.”

He pulled out slowly until the tip was only inside before slamming back in with such force. The impact had your toes curling and your mouth letting out a high pitched mewl. Soon, he started giving you backshots at a slow yet deep pace. He wanted to feel everything and take his time with you. When you begged him to go faster, he complied. 

He wouldn’t deny his baby anything. 

The sound of skin slapping against each other and the feeling of Mingi’s big hands now gripping your hips so tightly made you clench around him. He loved the feeling of it. The feeling of you. 

“I’M CLOSE! OH FUCK! MINGI, PLEASE!”

“Fuck! Me too. Cum all over my cock, baby. Fucking do it.”

One last sharp thrust had you moaning and practically creaming all over his dick. Mingi groaned at the feeling as he emptied himself inside you. He pulled out slowly and watched his seed slowly drip out of you before using two of his fingers to shove it back inside your sensitive core. He soon carried you into the bathroom so you two could wash up and call it a night. Once you were done, he carried you to the bed and situated the both of you under the covers before holding you close to him.

“I’ve always dreamed of holding you like this when we were younger. Now I can finally do it.”

You giggled and kissed the tip of his nose before laying your head on his chest, falling asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat. 

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[minsung]

shy shy mingi (+ cute hongjoong) @ music bank

[nick-web]

"i'll be honest, lookin' at you got me thinkin nonsense" @vampscat 🏡♥️

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Please check out our lovely author Stardust's Mingi smut!

Ruin Me, Big Boy ;)

This is smut. MINORS DNI.

This fic was a request from @piratejoongie ! Thank you for the ask it very much inspired me ;)

Summary: You hook up with Mingi off Tinder one night.

Pairing: Mingi x reader

Includes: "good girl", "cocksucker", cock sucking, unprotected vaginal sex (USE CONDOMS PLEASE), tinder hookup but I've never done a tinder hookup so idk how they work irl but this is how I imagine it, PLEASEEEEE be safe with Tinder hookups though guys, Horny gay Wooyoung, Bestie Felix and Changbin, very background Chanlix

Word count: 1.4k

Taglist: @weirdowithaphone @caught-in-the-afterglow @palindrome969 @skzstan12345 @katsukis1wife @hyunjinsjeans @somethingkindazainy @silverstarburst

Network: @mirohs-aurora-society

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!

Masterlist

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“No.” You swiped left. “No.” Again. “No.” Again.

“God, when does this game get good?” Felix took a swig from his beer, leaning over the arm of the couch. 

“Yeah, I like playing tinder as much as the next guy, but come onnnnn, these men are lame as hell.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. 

“Literally get interesting.” Changbin closed his eyes as he nodded in agreement. 

As if on cue, Mingi (25) popped up on the TV your phone was cast to, all dark hair and sharp jawline… and that smirk!

Your own jaw dropped. “Guys, I think I just fell in love.”

“I think I just got hard!” Wooyoung yelled. “Jesus Christ, look at that man!” 

“He’s mine!” You yelled back. “My tinder, my man! Claimed!” 

“Fuck!” Wooyoung collapsed back against the couch as you swiped right. 

The room erupted in screeches as hearts filled the screen, indicating you’d matched. 

“Message him, message him!” The voice was so high with excitement it wasn’t immediately recognizable as that of any of your friends, but you hit the ‘message’ button and stared at the text bubble for a second. 

“What do I even say to someone that fucking hot?”

“Here. Gimme.” Wooyoung wiggled his fingers, and you handed over your phone. Your eyes widened as you watched him type on the screen. “There.” 

You: Ruin me, big boy ;)

“God.” You laughed. “You’re gonna scare him off.”

“No, I’m not, we workshopped your profile forever. You look hot as hell. You’re gonna be thanking me.” You watched as he swiped into Mingi’s profile. “See, he’s looking for short-term fun.”

“Short-term fun.” Felix hummed. “I know that means hookups, but I kinda hope he sticks around. Just because he’s nice to look at.”

“He hasn’t even—” You started, but Wooyoung cut you off with a squeal. 

“He responded!” 

“Give me my phone!” You snatched it from his hand.

Mingi: I can do that, baby ;)

Your stomach leapt.

“Get his location right fucking now.” Wooyoung ordered. 

You began typing something out.

You: Time and place and I’ll be there

Changbin giggled. “Y/n’s getting some!” 

“Hell yeah, y/n’s getting some!” You took a sip of your cocktail as you went back to his pictures. “How do people even look like this? He’s so hot.”

Mingi: An hour and a half work? Here’s the address.

You looked up the address as soon as he sent it. It was a nice apartment building downtown. Felix’s boyfriend Chan actually lived there. 

“I’ll tell Chan you’ll be over there in an hour and a half.” Felix had a twinkle in his eye as he whipped out his phone. “If Mingi’s a dick, or a creep, you can go to his place.”

You nodded. “Sounds good.”

You: I’ll see you in an hour and a half <3

You went upstairs to get ready, showering quickly and changing into a matching underwear set and a cute but casual outfit. 

Wooyoung clapped as you walked down the stairs. “Beautiful, y/n. Tell me how he is. And if he’s into men. And if he might possibly be into me.”

“He’s hooking up with her, Woo. Not you.” Changbin said bluntly.

“Maybe he’s bi!” 

Felix ignored them, smiling at you. “Have fun and be safe, y/n, make sure your location’s on.”

You checked your phone to make sure you were sharing your location with Felix. “All set! Bye!” 

You made your way downtown, parking and walking the rest of the way. You texted him when you got to the lobby and leaned against a pillar.

You almost weren’t expecting Mingi to be real, but he walked out of the elevator with the gait and confidence of a supermodel. He was dressed in all black, he was tall, and in person that smirk had the cockiness of someone who could back it up, no matter what was required to do that.

Your pussy throbbed as he looked at you, his smirk growing. 

“Y/n…” He crossed the lobby, eyes looking you up and down. “You look even better than your pictures.”

“You’re pretty fucking hot yourself.” You managed to get out.

He laughed softly. “Oh, am I? A pretty girl like you telling me that is gonna inflate my ego.”

“Lucky for you, I like a man with a god complex.”

“God complex, huh? I think that can be arranged.” 

“Oh, can it?” You raised your eyebrows. 

“You’re gonna be worshipping me.” He winked. 

“I’d love to worship you.” You whispered back.

“Then come upstairs.”

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As soon as you made it into his apartment, Mingi pushed you against the wall, trapping you in with one hand and kissing you hard. His lips were demanding, and his tongue licked into your mouth. You moaned, your head already growing dizzy from the kiss. 

“Good girl.” He hummed. 

“Mingi…” You whined.

He pulled away. “What do you want to do tonight?” 

You thought for a second. “I wanna suck your cock.”

He leaned in by your ear. “Can I call you a good little cocksucker?”

It felt like he’d lit you on fire. “Yes, please call me your good little cocksucker.”

“Then on your knees.”

You sank to the floor, unzipping his pants.

He pushed them and his boxers down, and his cock sprang free, already red and hard and big.

You reached around it, pumping the shaft a few times. “Fuck.” You whispered. You could barely wait to get it inside you.

“What, I thought you wanted to worship me.” He smirked. 

In response to that, you opened your jaw and pushed yourself down on his cock.

He groaned, his hand finding your hair and balling into a fist. “Fuck, such a good cocksucker. So good for me.”

You focused on the feeling of him in your mouth, the heat of his skin. He was easily the biggest guy you’d been with, but you didn’t let that intimidate you, pushing yourself further and further down on his cock. 

His grip on your hair tightened, and he gently began to rock his hips back and forth, gently fucking your face. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. Taking me so well, sucking my cock like you were made for it.”

You moaned around him, fighting to keep your jaw relaxed. 

His hips picked up the pace, quickly but gently fucking into your mouth. “Good girl, good girl, good— ngh!” He pulled out of your mouth to cum on your face, groaning as he stroked himself. As cum painted your features, you thought you’d never seen someone so hot. 

“You want me to fuck you now? Properly, not your mouth.” He panted.

“Yes.” You moaned. “Yes, Mingi, please.”

“Okay, my good girl. Lets’ go to my bedroom.”

You got up, following him into the bedroom. It was tidy, with grey sheets on the bed and an attached bathroom.

“Clothes off, and on the bed.” Mingi ordered. You hurried to obey, spreading yourself out on the bed for him.

“Fuck.” He said as he took off his own pants, his eyes raking over your form.

“Fuck me.” You whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, my good girl, I will.” He left his shirt on as he crawled over you on the bed. “I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life, if you’ll let me.”

“Please, Mingi, please fuck me within an inch of my life.”

“Fuck, begging?” He kissed you, hard. “You’re so fucking hot, y/n.”

He lined himself up with your entrance and began to push inside. You moaned as his tip stretched you.

“Perfect little— ngh, fuck.” Mingi pushed in further, his voice growing strained. 

You couldn’t say anything your mouth forming a little ‘o’ as you burned in pleasure. 

He seated himself fully inside you, and you stayed like that for a moment, with Mingi deep inside you, connected. 

And then he started moving, and you thought you might cum on the spot. He was big, but he felt even bigger inside you, especially as he started fucking you in earnest, pushing in and out with a fervor.

You moaned, clutching at the sheets. “Fuck, fuck, Mingi, ah, God…”

“Feel so good, my good girl, so tight around me, such a good little hole for me.” He grunted. “We gotta do this again, because God I love fucking you.” He caressed your cheek. “Takin’ my cock so well.”

“Yeah, anytime you want.” You breathed, meaning it.

“Anytime I want, huh?” He pushed into you in a hard thrust. “I’m gonna take you up on that, my good girl.”

“Please do.” You whined. “Your good girl.”

“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.” He whispered. “Ruin me, big boy, that’s what you said, right? I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”