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it’s just mingi
[ J. Yunho + S. Mingi ]
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summary: in which your boyfriend’s best friend wakes up and watches
warning: possessive dom yunho, sub mingi, sub reader, unprotected sex, oral, squirting, masturbation, overstimulation, choking, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, creampie
genre: smut
pairing: idol yunho x afab reader x idol mingi
word count: 4.4k
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The hotel room was dim, lit only by the faint amber glow of the city lights bleeding in through the curtains. The hum of traffic far below was a low lull, and Mingi had been out cold for nearly an hour, one arm flung over his head, mouth parted slightly in deep sleep.
You were lying on your side, facing Yunho, your knees barely brushing beneath the sheets. You felt his fingers first, light at your waist, then his breath, warm, sweet with sleep as he leaned in close. “Baby,” he whispered, his voice thick and low, heavy with need, “you’re killing me.”
You whispered back, amused, “He’s right there.” Yunho glanced over your shoulder. Mingi was a statue. If statues snored. “It’s just Mingi,” he said, fingers sliding beneath your shirt, his touch feather light. “Even if he did wake up… he’d probably just turn over and go back to sleep.”
Mingi - Brat Tamer
Pairing - Song Mingi x fem!reader
Summary - The price of teasing your boyfriend all day.
ⓘ - smut (MDNI), unprotected sex (dont.), dom!mingi, mentions of oral sex, thigh riding and fingering, choking, hair pulling, praise, biting/marking, overstimulation, mild dacryphilia if you think abt it hard enough, size kink if you squint maybe????
Word count - 570
Author’s note - I KNOWWW im meant to be writing the taehyun fic but my boyfriend gave me this idea sooo IM SORRY i promise terry is on the way.
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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; Headcanons on how I think Hongjoong would be as a jealous boyfriend.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; Boyfriend!Hongjoong x Fem!Reader.
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A/N — We all know and love Hongjoong’s jealous side, so why not write something about it 😋. I also got lazy, if you couldn’t tell…
Jealous
SMUT MDNI +18
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Summary: Seeing Mingi flirt with all the ATINY's on tour, during Send-off, had caused your jealousy to flare up. When Mingi comes home, he fixes your attitude real quick.
→ Starring: Dom!Mingi x Jealous!Sub!reader
→ Genre: Smut
→ CW: big!dick!mingi, unprotected sex, orgasm-denial, rough sex, doggy, overstimulation, clit-play, creampie, dirty-talk, ass spanking. (If I miss anything pls lmk)
Inspired by: Jealous by Nick Jonas
You hated Send-off.
Not because the tour was ending — but because of what came with it. The lingering fans, the flirtatious comments, the way Mingi smiled just a little too sweetly at the girls who leaned in too close.
You tried to brush it off. Tried to remind yourself he was yours.
But the green-eyed monster had already dug its claws in.
So when Mingi finally came home, swaggering through the door like he didn’t leave you stewing in insecurity for days, you were already coiled tight — and he could see it.
“You’re quiet,” he said, voice low, eyes gleaming as he stepped toward you. “Did you miss me, baby?”
You just looked at him. Jaw set. Lips pouted. Arms crossed over your chest in a weak attempt at defiance. It didn’t fool him.
He stepped closer, slow and predatory, like he was hunting something fragile. “Or are you jealous?” he asked, smirking now. “I saw the way you looked at me. At them.”
Your silence was enough.
Mingi’s fingers gripped your chin, tilting your face up toward his. His voice dropped even lower, now dark and edged with promise. “Good.”
His lips brushed yours—just barely, just enough to tease.
“Because about to remind you just how much you mean to me and that I'm all yours"
He didn’t give you time to respond. His mouth crashed down onto yours, not soft or sweet—possessive, claiming. His hands were everywhere at once: gripping your waist, your ass, tugging you closer until there was no space between your bodies. You gasped into the kiss, and he used it to slip his tongue past your lips, deepening it until your knees threatened to buckle.
“You’re mine,” he growled against your mouth, biting your bottom lip before pulling back, just enough to look into your eyes. “Don’t ever forget that.”
Then he spun you around, pressing your front against the wall with a sharp slap to your ass. You let out a startled moan, your palms flattening against the surface for support.
“You think I didn’t see it?” he asked, dragging your skirt up, exposing your panties. “That little attitude? The way you wouldn’t even look at me when I walked in?”
His fingers curled into the waistband, pulling the lace down with agonizing slowness. You could feel how wet you were already—he definitely could too.
“That jealousy… You wear it like a fucking invitation.”
You whimpered when his fingers slid through your folds from behind, slow and deliberate. He didn’t rush. He wanted you desperate.
“You want me to prove it?” he murmured, leaning close to your ear, breath hot. “You want me to fuck the jealousy out of you, baby?”
You nodded, breathless, pressing your hips back into his hand, needing more.
But that wasn’t enough for him.
“Use your words,” he said, pulling his hand away completely, making you cry out in frustration.
“Mingi,” you whined, head dropping forward, voice shaking. “Please. I want you to—”
A sharp smack landed on your ass, cutting your words off with a moan.
“Say it properly.”
You bit your lip, your pride dissolving fast.
“Please, Mingi,” you said, trembling. “I want you to fuck the jealousy out of me. Please—show me I’m yours.”
He groaned, low and dangerous.
“Good girl.”
The sound of his zipper coming down was the only warning you got before he grabbed your hips and slammed into you in one hard thrust, knocking the breath out of your lungs.
The stretch was instant, relentless; he was big.
You cried out, hands scrambling for purchase against the wall as he buried himself inside you in one deep, punishing thrust. He didn’t pause. Didn’t let you adjust. He just growled low in your ear, “This what you wanted, baby?”
His fingers dug into your hips, forcing you to take every inch of him as he started to move—slow at first, but rough. Deliberate. His cock dragged along your walls with precision, pulling back just enough to slam back in harder, deeper, angrier.
“You think I’d look at anyone else the way I look at you?” he hissed, fucking you harder with each word. “Touch anyone like this?”
Your moan turned into a whimper, the jealousy from before twisting into heat between your thighs. He was so deep, your legs trembled from the force of each thrust, your body caught between the cold wall and the heat of him behind you.
“Answer me.”
“N-No,” you gasped, voice thin, wrecked. “You only—only look at me like that—”
“Damn right,” he growled, pulling out suddenly just to flip you around. Your back hit the wall, and he lifted your leg around his waist without breaking rhythm, driving into you again with even more force now that he could see your face.
Your head fell back as he pounded into you, his mouth on your throat, biting and sucking as if trying to mark over every insecure thought you’d ever had. “You think they make me hard like this?” he murmured, lips dragging along your jaw. “You feel what you do to me?”
You nodded, tears prickling in your eyes from the overstimulation and how full you felt. Your walls clenched around him, fluttering as the knot in your stomach pulled tighter.
He felt it.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he growled, slowing just slightly, grinding his hips in deep, rough circles instead. “Not until I say so.”
“Mingi—” you whimpered, clawing at his shirt, needing something to ground you. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. You’re gonna take it. Like the good girl you are.”
He reached down, two fingers slipping between your slick folds, circling your clit in tight, ruthless motions. The sharp contrast between his cock deep inside and his fingers teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves made your thighs shake violently.
“You’re not jealous anymore, are you?” he whispered, his voice thick with lust, lips brushing your ear. “No one else makes you feel like this.”
You were barely coherent now, eyes rolling back as the tension built higher and higher. Every thrust was rough, calculated. Designed to make you forget every face in that crowd, every lingering touch you thought you saw.
Only him. Just him.
“Say it,” he demanded, his pace punishing now. “Tell me who you fucking belong to.”
“You, Mingi,” you gasped, your voice catching on a sob. “I’m yours—I’m only yours, fuck—”
“Good girl,” he snarled, hand tightening around your throat just enough to make your pussy clamp down around him. “Now cum. All over my cock. Let me feel it.”
Your climax hit like a shockwave.
You screamed his name, body convulsing as your orgasm ripped through you, your walls clenching so tightly around him that he cursed under his breath. Mingi kept fucking you through it, chasing his own release until his thrusts turned erratic, ragged.
“Gonna fill you up,” he grunted, hips snapping harder. “Want you dripping my cum for hours—so you never forget who fucked you like this.”
And then he buried himself deep, groaning your name into your neck as he came, thick and hot, spilling inside you in heavy pulses. You felt it—every twitch, every drop.
He stayed there for a moment, chest heaving against yours, sweat beading at his temples, forehead pressed to yours.
When he finally pulled back enough to look at you, his voice softened just slightly.
“You’re mine, I'm yours" he whispered again, possessive even in the afterglow. “Don’t doubt that ever again."
What fic should I finish/post first??
Drunk reader x ex hongjoong
Sub mingi x reader
Best friend yeosang x reader
Idol Mingi x manager reader
Mingi x reader x hongjoong
Honeymoon Phase
SMUT MDNI 18+
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➱ Summary: Your honeymoon in Italy with Hongjoong was perfect but the last night was even more memorable.
→ Starring: Husband!Hongjoong x wife!fem reader
→ Genre: Smut, fluff
→ CW: established relationship, unprotected sex, missionary, oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, vanilla & rough sex, pet-names, clit-play.
Song: Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter
The last evening of your honeymoon in Italy felt like something out of a dream. The soft glow of the setting sun spilled across the water, turning the lake into a sheet of liquid gold. The faint hum of a mandolin carried from a restaurant terrace nearby, blending with the gentle lap of waves against the dock.
Hongjoong had his hand laced with yours as you walked along the shoreline, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. He hadn’t said much for the past few minutes, but you could feel him watching you in that quiet way he always did—as though he was memorizing the curve of your smile, the wind in your hair, and every second before time slipped away.
“You know,” he murmured finally, voice low and thoughtful, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this happy.”
You turned to him, lips tugging into a soft grin. “That’s because I am. This… everything we’ve done here, it’s been perfect. Like something out of a movie.”
His answering smile was slow, almost shy, but full of warmth. He stopped walking, tugging you gently closer until your body pressed against his chest. “Perfect,” he repeated, tilting his forehead against yours. “If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up.”
The words sank deep, stirring that familiar rush of affection that seemed to overflow whenever he looked at you like this—like you were the only thing in the world worth holding onto. His arms tightened around you, not demanding, just anchoring, as though he was letting you know without words that you were his, completely and entirely.
The two of you stood there for a long moment, the world slipping away, until the sky above faded into dusk and the first stars began to flicker to life.
Dinner that night was quiet, but not in a way that felt empty. The two of you sat tucked into a small table on the terrace of a candlelit restaurant overlooking the water. Lanterns swayed gently overhead, casting flickering light across the wine glasses and plates between you.
Hongjoong kept stealing glances at you, even when he thought you weren’t looking. His hand stayed close, brushing your wrist every so often as if he couldn’t resist the reminder that you were really there.
At one point, he leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm. “I’ve been trying to remember the exact moment I fell in love with you,” he admitted softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But I can’t. It feels like I’ve loved you forever.”
The words caught you off guard, your chest tightening in that sweet, almost painful way. You reached across the table, curling your fingers around his. “Then don’t try to remember. Just… keep loving me now.”
He squeezed your hand, eyes glinting in the candlelight, before lifting it to press a kiss against your knuckles. His lips lingered there, tender and unhurried, and the simple gesture had your heart racing harder than any kiss on the lips could.
Later, walking back to the villa, the night wrapped around you both like silk. The streets were quiet, the only sound the soft rhythm of your footsteps and the occasional distant murmur of laughter from hidden courtyards. Hongjoong draped his jacket over your shoulders when the air turned cool, his arm settling around you as naturally as breathing.
When you reached your door, you hesitated, not wanting the night to end. Hongjoong must have felt it too, because instead of unlocking it right away, he turned you to face him.
His hands framed your face, gentle but certain, and his lips met yours in a kiss that was slow—so slow you could feel every ounce of love behind it. No rush, no urgency. Just him, giving you his heart in the only way he knew how.
The kiss lingered until the cool air made you shiver, and he smiled against your lips before finally unlocking the villa door. Inside, the warm glow of the lamps painted the room in gold, and you slipped off your shoes with a sigh of relief. Hongjoong followed quietly, watching you in that way that made you feel like every movement was worth treasuring.
You crossed to the balcony first, drawn to the view of the moonlight scattered across the lake. Resting your arms on the railing, you breathed in the night air, letting the quiet soak into your bones. A moment later, his arms slid around your waist from behind. His chin settled on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear.
“Still not tired?” he murmured.
“Not yet.” You leaned back into him, closing your eyes. “I don’t want the night to end.”
He held you a little tighter, swaying with you as though there was music only the two of you could hear. The gentle rise and fall of his chest against your back, the steady beat of his heart—everything about him felt grounding, anchoring.
For a long while, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t empty but full—full of the rhythm of your breathing, the brush of his fingers tracing lazy circles over your hip, the sound of the water lapping against the shore.
When he finally broke the quiet, his voice was softer than the breeze. “Do you ever think about how lucky we are?”
You tilted your head slightly, catching the faint wonder in his tone. “Every single day.”
He kissed your shoulder then, slow and reverent, his lips lingering on your skin. The gesture sent a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the summer night. You turned in his arms, facing him, and lifted your hand to his cheek.
Hongjoong leaned into your touch instinctively, eyes fluttering half-closed. You brushed your thumb over the curve of his jaw, memorizing the texture of his skin beneath your fingertips.
“You’re my favorite part of this trip,” you whispered.
His smile was quiet, but it lit up his entire face. “You’re my favorite part of every trip. Every day. Every moment.”
The way he said it—steady, certain—made your heart squeeze. You kissed him again, and this time, though it was still soft, it deepened little by little. His hand rose to cradle the back of your head, his other resting at the small of your back, holding you close without ever pulling too hard.
It wasn’t about urgency. It was about savoring. About being so close you couldn’t tell where one of you ended and the other began.
Your lips parted just enough for his breath to mingle with yours, warm and steady, before he kissed you again. It was unhurried—like he wanted to taste every second, memorize every sigh. His thumb brushed along your cheekbone while his other hand stayed at your back, the gentle weight of it grounding you in the moment.
When you finally pulled away for air, his forehead rested against yours. His eyes stayed closed, his lashes brushing his skin as though he didn’t dare break the spell.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he whispered, the words slipping out so quietly they almost disappeared into the night.
You smiled softly, your fingers toying with the collar of his shirt. “Good,” you breathed, “because you’re stuck with me.”
That earned you a laugh—quiet, almost boyish. It warmed you more than the air ever could. He pressed a quick kiss to your nose before tugging you gently toward the bed. Not with urgency, but with the same ease as if he were inviting you to curl up beside him for a long talk.
The two of you lay down fully clothed at first, shoes already kicked aside, your head finding its place on his chest like it had been meant to all along. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, a rhythm you’d come to know as well as your own. One of his hands found yours, fingers lacing together with the ease of habit.
For a while, neither of you spoke. You just traced lazy patterns along the back of his hand with your fingertips while he brushed slow strokes through your hair. It felt like time had slowed down, the world shrinking to just the two of you and the sound of the lake outside.
When his voice finally came, it was almost hesitant, like a secret. “Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this. To deserve you.”
You tilted up to look at him, his eyes open now and searching yours. “You don’t have to deserve me,” you whispered, leaning in to press a kiss over his heart. “You just have to love me. That’s all I’ll ever need.”
He exhaled shakily, like your words had untied something tight in his chest. His fingers tilted your chin up gently, guiding your lips back to his. This kiss was deeper than the last, not rushed, but heavier with feeling. You melted into it, the warmth of his mouth, the steady hold of his hands, the quiet reverence in the way he kissed you as though nothing else mattered.
His kiss deepened, but never rushed. Each movement was deliberate, like he wanted to savor every taste of you. His fingers threaded gently into your hair, massaging your scalp in a way that made your body soften against him, melting into his touch.
When he finally pulled back, his lips brushed your jawline, trailing down to the curve of your neck. Every press of his mouth was slow, lingering, almost reverent. You felt his breath fan against your skin before he whispered, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Your hands slipped to his shirt, toying with the first button. You didn’t rush to undo it, just let your fingers trace the fabric, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath. He watched you closely, his eyes soft and searching, giving you the space to take your time.
When you did finally undo the first button, he smiled faintly, almost shy. He sat up just enough to help you, his hands covering yours for a moment as though to say I want this, but I want it with you—at your pace. Together, you worked your way down the buttons, each one revealing a little more of him, the warm skin of his chest glowing under the lamplight.
By the time his shirt slipped from his shoulders, you couldn’t resist running your hands over him, tracing the lines of muscle, the warmth of his skin. He closed his eyes at your touch, letting out a breath that sounded more like relief than desire.
“You make me feel at home,” he murmured, leaning into your touch.
Your chest tightened at the honesty in his voice. You pressed your lips to his collarbone, lingering there, tasting salt and skin, before whispering against him, “That’s because you are home to me.”
He let out a quiet laugh, shaky and soft, before leaning down to kiss you again—slower, deeper, more weighted now with the emotions spilling between you. His hands traced your sides, not tugging at your clothes yet, just feeling, memorizing.
When his fingers finally found the hem of your dress, he paused, eyes flicking to yours for silent permission. You nodded, and he carefully eased it upward, his hands brushing along your skin as he did. The fabric slid over your head, leaving you bare in a way that felt vulnerable, but not frightening—not with him.
The way he looked at you then made your breath catch. His gaze was tender, full of awe, as though he was seeing you for the first time all over again. He reached out, fingertips ghosting along your arm before settling at your waist. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, voice rough with sincerity.
You smiled softly, leaning forward to kiss him again, your hands sliding along his shoulders, mapping every inch of him. The kiss was slow, your bodies pressed close, and the world outside seemed to fall away completely.
It wasn’t about rushing. It was about savoring—the closeness, the intimacy, the quiet unraveling of walls until it was just you and him, exposed in every possible way.
Hongjoong kissed you again, deeper this time—still gentle, but with a weight behind it that made your pulse quicken. His hand slid from your waist down the curve of your hip, pausing there as though testing the waters. When you arched just slightly into his touch, his breath caught, and his lips pressed harder to yours.
He pulled back only long enough to look at you, his forehead still resting against yours. His voice was hushed, trembling with restraint. “Tell me if I go too far.”
“You won’t,” you whispered back, your fingers curling into his hair, tugging him down for another kiss.
That seemed to unravel something in him. His hand traced down further, over your thigh, squeezing lightly before dragging upward again—slow, deliberate, savoring the way you shivered beneath his touch. He kissed down your jaw, then lower, finding the sensitive place beneath your ear, drawing a gasp from your lips.
Your hands weren’t idle either. You smoothed them down his back, over the taut muscles shifting under his skin, before daring to drag your fingertips along the waistband of what was left between you. The low sound he made—half sigh, half groan—vibrated against your skin and sent warmth pooling low in your stomach.
He shifted over you, his lips trailing down the line of your collarbone, pausing every few inches to press slow, open-mouthed kisses. His tongue flicked lightly against your skin, teasing, before moving lower still.
The atmosphere stayed heavy with affection, but there was no mistaking the change—the air itself seemed to hum with need now, every touch sparking something sharper, deeper.
When his hand finally slid higher along your inner thigh, stopping just short of where you ached for him most, you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips. His head lifted, eyes locking onto yours, dark and full of unspoken questions.
You nodded, your chest heaving, and whispered, “Please.”
His lips curved in the faintest smile before lowering back to yours, kissing you with a tenderness that contrasted the growing hunger in his touch. His fingers inched closer, brushing just enough to make your whole body tense, waiting, yearning.
The slow burn had shifted now—still drenched in intimacy, still wrapped in love—but the sparks of heat were catching, threatening to blaze.
Hongjoong’s lips claimed yours again, but this time there was no mistaking the hunger in them. The kiss was deeper, more urgent, his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that made your body arch into his. His hand, which had been teasing at your thigh, finally moved where you needed him most, fingers brushing against your warmth through the thin fabric still covering you.
You gasped against his mouth, and he swallowed the sound greedily, pressing closer, his chest heaving against yours. His thumb stroked in slow, deliberate circles, teasing, testing, making your breath come quicker with each pass.
When you broke the kiss to moan his name, his jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with something raw. “God, you sound perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He kissed down your throat again, his free hand tugging at what remained of your clothing until you were bare beneath him.
The way he looked at you then made your heart stutter. His gaze wasn’t just hungry—it was reverent, full of awe, as if you were something sacred. He bent down, kissing along your stomach, lower and lower, until his breath fanned hot against your most sensitive skin.
He glanced up once more, eyes locking on yours. “Can I?” he asked softly, voice rough with restraint.
“Yes,” you whispered, your voice breaking on the word.
That was all it took. His mouth closed over you, warm and wet, his tongue stroking slow, deliberate patterns that made your back arch off the bed. His hands anchored your hips, holding you still as he worked you open with a patience that bordered on torment, every movement measured, every flick and swirl designed to make you unravel.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging desperately as wave after wave of pleasure built, your moans spilling freely now, filling the room. He hummed against you at the sound, the vibration shooting straight through you.
“Joong—please, don’t stop,” you begged, your thighs trembling around his head.
He didn’t. If anything, his pace deepened, his tongue pressing harder, faster, until the tension coiled too tight to hold. You shattered against him with a cry, your body writhing, your chest heaving as the release ripped through you.
But he didn’t stop right away. He coaxed you through it, his lips and tongue still working gently until you were spent and trembling, collapsing back against the pillows. When he finally lifted his head, his mouth was glistening, his expression dark and utterly undone.
He crawled back up to you, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “I’m not nearly done with you,” he whispered against your mouth, his voice low, rough, desperate.
Hongjoong’s lips lingered on yours, tasting, claiming, until he had to pull back for breath. His forehead pressed to yours, his voice low, ragged.
“I need to be inside you.”
The way he said it wasn’t just hunger—it was plea, confession, vow.
You nodded, your hands fumbling to tug at the last barrier between you. He helped, stripping himself fully, and for a moment you both just stilled, bodies bare in the golden lamplight. His eyes roamed over you with such awe it almost stole your breath.
He bent to kiss you again, slower this time, as though grounding himself. Then, with a hand sliding down to guide himself, he pressed gently at your entrance. He stopped just at the edge, his gaze flicking up to yours. “Tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” you whispered, your voice trembling but sure.
He eased into you with agonizing slowness, stretching you inch by inch. You clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your body welcomed him, the burn giving way to fullness, to a dizzying sense of being completely claimed.
His face twisted with restraint, jaw tight as he buried himself fully, bottoming out. For a moment, neither of you moved—just breathed each other in, hearts racing in sync.
Then he lowered his head, kissing you again, whispering against your lips, “You feel so perfect.”
He started moving slowly, every thrust deliberate, deep, savoring. His hips rolled with precision, drawing soft moans from your lips that spurred him on. He buried his face in your neck, panting softly, his breath hot against your skin.
Your hands smoothed down his back, urging him closer, deeper. “Joong…” you gasped, your voice breaking.
He groaned, low and guttural, before pulling back to look at you. His hair clung damp to his forehead, his eyes dark and desperate. “I can’t hold back anymore.”
The pace shifted. His thrusts grew harder, faster, each one making the headboard creak softly against the wall. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his ragged breaths.
Every movement was a mixture of passion and devotion—his lips finding yours between thrusts, his hand sliding down to circle your clit with practiced care, determined to pull you apart beneath him.
The pressure built quickly, unbearably, until you were clinging to him, crying out his name as the climax tore through you. Your whole body trembled, walls tightening around him as you shattered.
Hongjoong followed almost instantly, his thrusts faltering as he buried himself deep, groaning your name like a prayer as he spilled into you.
He collapsed against you, both of you panting, slick with sweat, hearts still racing. For a long moment, he just held you, his weight comforting, his lips pressing weak but loving kisses to your shoulder.
“I love you,” he whispered, hoarse but steady, the words carrying as much weight as the act itself.
The room was quiet except for your mingled breaths, heavy and uneven. Hongjoong stayed inside you for a moment longer, reluctant to let go, before finally easing out with a soft groan. You whimpered at the loss, your body still trembling, and he immediately soothed you, pressing kisses along your temple.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he murmured, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face. His hands were gentle, careful, as though you were something fragile after being undone so completely.
He reached for the sheets, pulling them over your bare bodies before gathering you against his chest. His skin was hot, slick with sweat, but the way he wrapped his arms around you made you feel cocooned, protected.
For a long while, neither of you spoke. You just listened to the steady thump of his heart, felt the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. The storm of passion had left you both wrung out, but in its place was a softer kind of fullness—an intimacy that lingered in the quiet.
Eventually, he tilted his head down to look at you. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but still shining. “You okay?”
You nodded, smiling faintly. “More than okay.”
That pulled a laugh from him—low, warm, a little shaky. He kissed your forehead, then your lips, soft and lingering. “Good. Because I don’t think I could survive if I ever hurt you.”
You touched his cheek, your thumb brushing over his damp skin. “You couldn’t, even if you tried. You’re too careful with me.”
He smiled at that, a crooked, tender thing. “I’ll always be careful with you.”
When you shifted, wincing just slightly from the ache between your thighs, he noticed immediately. “Come on,” he said gently, sliding out of bed and offering his hand. “Let me clean you up.”
You followed him into the bathroom, the tiles cool against your feet. He started the shower, testing the temperature with his hand before guiding you under the warm spray. Together, you stood there as the water washed away the sweat and heat, leaving only the closeness behind.
He lathered his hands with soap, rubbing it gently along your shoulders, your arms, every movement slow and tender. You did the same for him, fingers gliding over his chest, up to his collarbones, the intimacy of the act making your heart swell all over again.
When the water finally ran clear, he kissed you once more under the spray—sweet, unrushed.
Later, back in bed, he tucked you against him, your head on his chest, his arm snug around your waist. Sleep tugged at your body, but before you drifted off, you heard him whisper against your hair;
“Forever, okay? I’m yours. Forever.”
And in that soft, messy aftermath, you believed him completely.
@alanasdesire
All rights reserved. Do not repost. Do not translate.
Special Treatment [mingi x reader]
Mingi is very good at pretending he’s normal about the way you flirt with clients for tips, about the way you touch other people for a living. The problem starts when he realizes you might not belong to him at all, and suddenly he’s pinned against the wall confessing feelings far too big to keep inside anymore.
Pairing: sub!Mingi x TattooArtistFem!Reader Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pinning, Confession under pressure, Soft masculinity, “He’s so big but so soft for her”. Genre: Smut, Fluff, Romance. Warnings: explicit sexual content, sub!mingi, sexual tension, sexual activity in a semi-public workspace, praise kink, dry humping, male orgasm, possessive thoughts, touch-starved behaviour, jealousy, vulnerability, emotional intensity, consensual power imbalance dynamics, mild choking, explicit language, alcohol, obsessive affection themes, emotional dependency but make it hot Word Count: 7.7k a/n: this fic wouldn’t exist without a conversation with @darjeelinglemontea. it was just one thing she said, but it stuck with me and turned into this. thank you for that, i really hope you like where it ended up <3 also sorry for disappearing. i’m deep in a project and barely find time to write, but i needed to get this out anyway before vanishing again for a bit longer haha
masterlist
BOY DO I HAVE A THEORY
I think - the units at the end of the teaser are going to be unit songs 👀 Matz, Choi brothers, yunho, and woosang… what do you think?
I know hongjoong said there’s no unit songs in this album but… we all know he fibs sometimes 🫣
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war room
[ S. Mingi ]
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summary: you and mingi have been at each other’s throats at work for over a year until you finally snap
warnings: dom mingi, sub reader, public sex, tongue fucking, fingering, mouth fucking, masturbation, spanking, squirting, slight overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie
genre: enemies to lovers, smut
pairing: mingi x afab reader
word count: 9.9k
note: this was anonymous request as mingi x coworker but I might gotten a little carried away 😭
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You were late. Not “oops I missed the early train” late. You were “sprinting through the glass lobby, iced coffee in hand, praying your boss hadn’t noticed your empty desk yet” late. And of course, because the universe had a twisted sense of humor, that’s exactly when he turned the corner.
Song Mingi. Towering. Short bleached blonde hair. Arrogant. Wearing that smug smirk and a fitted white button down rolled at the sleeves like he was doing everyone a favor just by existing. You’d know that smug smirk anywhere. You saw it every time he interrupted you in meetings or sent a passive aggressive “per my last email” at 11:59 PM.
And now that smirk was directly in your line of fire.
Literally.
show me
[ S. Mingi ]
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summary: in which your boyfriend wants to watch you for his birthday
warning: dom mingi, sub reader, masturbation, double penetration, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie
pairing: idol mingi x afab reader
word count: 3.3k
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The stadium roared, no, shook, with the sheer volume of the crowd. You felt it deep in your chest, the thump of the bass vibrating through the soles of your shoes, the screams echoing in your ears. The air was warm with heat from bodies pressed together in the pit, lights flashing in rhythmic pulses that painted everyone’s faces in shades of crimson and gold.
And then he stepped forward.
Mingi.
Your Mingi.
You hadn’t seen him in person for over a month, FaceTime and late night calls had been all you had, and it was nothing compared to this. He was all sharp lines and overwhelming presence, towering under the stage lights, that white tank clinging to his chest and shoulders like it was made for your hands to pull at. The silver chains across his collarbones glinted with every movement, and the black leather glove on his right hand gripped the mic like it was an extension of him. But it was the bandaid with ROAR scrawled across it in jagged black, that had your stomach tightening.
I could be gentle, but that ain’t what you like
[ S. Mingi ]
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summary: in which your boyfriend forgot to mention his new calvin klein shoot so you make him pay for it
warning: switch mingi, switch reader, possessive reader, overstimulation, masturbation, edging, multiple orgasm, choking, squirting, spanking
genre: smut
pairing: idol mingi x afab reader
word count: 4.1k
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You didn’t mean to click the link. It just… popped up while you were scrolling late at night, waiting for Mingi’s usual “made it back to the hotel” text.
One little sponsored ad. One sinful photo. And then another.
And then you were on the floor of your apartment, back against the couch, phone in hand, mouth parted in complete disbelief.
There he was. Your boyfriend. Shirt open, abs tight, hair wet and messy like he just rolled out of bed after ruining someone, Calvin Klein waistband peeking out like it wanted to get bitten. Like it wanted you to yank those jeans down and….
iwantyoutofuckmythroat
[ J. Yunho ]
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summary: in which you crave your boyfriend to use you
warning: hard dom yunho, sub reader, fingering, masturbation, throat fucking, oral, squirting
genre: smut
pairing: yunho x afab reader
word count: 3.6k
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The soft glow from Yunho’s setup spilled out into the hallway like a trap you walked into without meaning to and you weren’t even trying to look. You definitely weren’t trying to think about it again. But the second you passed his gaming room, you glanced in, just a quick, harmless look, and that was your first mistake.
Because there he was….. headset on, sleeves pushed up just enough, completely locked into whatever game he was playing. His voice was calm, focused, occasionally dipping into that low, amused tone he only used when he was streaming. And his hands…. God. That stupid intrusive thought was back making your stomach tighten as you slowed just slightly in the hallway, your eyes dragging over the way his fingers moved. Quick, precise and controlled. Like he knew exactly what he was doing at all times, never hesitating, never fumbling.
And all you could think about was the other day when you went out with Wooyoung and got drunk off margaritas at that new bar downtown. Your own drunken words haunting you…..
“Like… I want him to fuck my throat until I can’t even talk after.”
Good Morning, Baby.
MDNI
pairing : softdom!mingi x subfem!reader
warnings : this feels a little rushed sorry!! , mingi loves calling reader baby hehe , morning sex with no plot lmao , head (f receiving) , unprotected sex (don’t) , kissing , fingering , slight choking (not rlly) , biiiig dıck mingi🙏 , cum eating , pls lmk if i missed anything!
a/n : i literally haven’t wrote anything for AGES and i apologise🤭. i’ve had no motivation whatsoever and ive been so stressed with college work/assignments (my teacher pmo) but i’ll defo be trying to write more!! also, reblogs are always greatly appreciated!🩵
Thrill Ride
pairing & prompt: hongjoong x f!reader - D/s
word count: 2056
content notes: established relationship, unprotected sex, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, oral sex (both receiving), a little bit of biting. hongjoong yaps a lot and is only slightly mean.
Viewer #7451- S. Mingi
[REUPLOAD]
✮ Pairing: Camboy!Mingi x Viewer!fem reader
✮ Synopsis: Y/n stumbles upon a camboy named Mingi late one night and becomes obsessed. Watching silently, never logging in, never speaking. But Mingi sees her anyway. He knows she’s there.
✮ Words: 4.3K
✮ Genre: Smut
✮ Warnings: 18+, dark praise, breeding kink, creampie, possessiveness, obsessive behavior, voyerurism, exhibitionism, cockwarming, overstimulation, orgasm control/denial, control kink, emotional manipulation, stalking behavior, choking
✮ A/N: Hi! I'm currently reuploading everything that got deleted, so if this seems familiar, that's why! I hope you all enjoy..(again)
Taglist *ೃ༄ @cherrygirlexi @linovvsss (If you would like to be added, send an ask!)
You never really meant to get addicted.
Your curiosity got the best of you one late night. A random link, a friend’s offhanded comment about a site that was “like OnlyFans but better.” You clicked. Browsed. Laughed. Got bored.
But then, you saw him.
His preview was cleaner than the others. Dim lighting, professional setup. A single tattooed hand adjusting a camera, then retreating. And then his face appeared.
Song Mingi.
Pit Stop
Pairing: Best friend Seonghwa × f reader
Word count: 2.4K
Genre: Smut (MDNI)
Warnings: Unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), slight nipple play, pet names (baby, beautiful), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, I probably forgot some :(
(Not entirely proofread yet)
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“I think I’m ready to check out for the night, guys.” You take a last sip of your wine before setting the glass down. Your best friend Seonghwa had invited you to go and have dinner with him and his friends, but you didn’t think it would last so LONG. You swear you’ve been there for at least 4 hours.
Seonghwa smiles and waves the waitress over to pay the bill, “it was nice catching up with you guys.” He nods at his friends and slips his card in the bill. “We should do it again some time.” He looks over at you and laughs softly, “next time I promise we won’t be out so late.” He chuckles and nudges you playfully. You laugh softly and yawn, “I’m just getting tired is all.”
After the waitress comes back with the check, you and Seonghwa head back to his car so he could take you home. He opens the door for you and you playfully punch his arm, “you don’t gotta do all that.” You chuckle and get in, reaching to close the door behind you as he gets into the driver seat.
The drive home was quiet and peaceful, other than the soft music coming from the radio. You notice how clear the sky is today, each and every star in the sky twinkling above you. “Hey Hwa?”
“Hm?”
“Can we actually take a pit stop? The stars are so beautiful tonight, I want to enjoy them for a bit.”
He nods and looks around for a place to stop. He takes a small dirt road leading up to a lonely hill, pulling the car up to the highest point of the hill.
“I’m so glad I brought this blanket in here the other day. I knew it would come in handy.” You laugh and grab a blanket from the back seat before opening your door. “You coming?”
Seonghwa gets out of the car and you sit on the blanket, leaning back on your hands and looking up at the sky, Seonghwa soon joining you. You can still hear the soft music playing in the car, and a soft chirp of crickets from the woods behind you.
“Isn’t this so beautiful Hwa..” you smile and look over at him, but he isn’t looking at the stars. He’s looking at you. The reflection of the stars twinkling in his eyes makes your heart beat faster. He looks ethereal. And he’s thinking the exact same thing about you.
“I think you’re so beautiful.” He says softly, quietly, and glances down at your lips, your tongue quickly licking them on instinct. You can feel your cheeks turning pink and he notices. He gently lays one of his hands by yours, barely touching, and he reaches over to cup your cheek with his other hand. The second his hand touches your cheek, your lips part instinctively and he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, not being able to look away. You stare into his eyes, swapping back and forth between each eye.
“Hwa…” You whisper and he looks up at your eyes, tearing his vision away from your lips, butterflies dancing around in your stomach. He looks at you like he’s wondering if this is a good decision. You were his best friend, and of course he always felt some type of way about you, but he didn’t want to ruin your friendship at all if the feelings weren’t mutual. But the look in your eyes, the way your hand moves a little closer, so your fingers are touching, and the way you look down at his lips like they’re the most beautiful thing on this planet, lets him know you wanted it too.
He traces your bottom lip again and you pucker your lips into a small kiss on the pad of his thumb, shifting your body slightly, moving closer to him for better access to the kiss. His breath hitches and he moves his hand to the back of your neck, as he gently pulls your face closer to his. Your lips now inches apart, but he’s still holding back. He’s thinking about the aftermath of everything. What would you tell your friends? Would you guys still be friends after this? Would things be awkward between you two? Or would a relationship form from-
“Seonghwa.” His thoughts were interrupted by his name leaving your lips again. He looks into your pleading eyes, his eyebrows pulled together, so desperate to feel your lips on his. “Hwa, kiss me.” You whisper and he doesn’t waste a second. He pressed his lips against yours gently, but hungrily, and let out a sigh into the kiss. His hand moves from yours, softly holding onto your waist as he deepened the kiss, his fingers gently digging into your skin through your shirt. You let out a very small whine from the feeling and that ignites something in Seonghwa.
He moves his other hand away from your neck and grabs the other side of your waist, as he guides you into his lap. You straddle him and wrap your arms around his neck, legs on either side of his hips. His tongue swipes your bottom lip gently, asking for permission, and you part your lips slightly. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him.
Your hips start to roll gently across his growing erection, and you don’t realise it and he’s moaning softly and bucking his hips into you, his bulge occasionally rubbing against your clothed clit, making you gasp into the kisses. Your hips speed up and you finally realise what you were doing you break away from the kiss quickly, embarrassed.
“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise-“
“If I wanted you to stop, I’d tell you to stop.” He says deeply and bucks his hips up, making you fall forward back into the kiss. You reach your hands up and tangle them in hair hair and he slides his hands up under your shirt, lifting it up, breaking the kiss only to lift it over your head before setting it on the blanket next to you. He reaches around you again to undo the clasp on your bra and you slide it off, reaching to take his shirt off now, which he lets you do.
He slides his hands to the front of you, grasping your breasts and sliding his hands over your hardening nipples. You moan softly and he pinches them lightly, giving them a small tug, which pulls a whine out of your mouth.
“Hwa stop teasing…” you whimper and grunt against him harder. “I want you..” He kisses you one last time before pulling away, looking deeply into your eyes before lifting you up and standing up. He turns around and lays you on top of the hood of the car, unbuttoning your pants and sliding them off. He kneels in front of you and spreads your legs, looking at the wet spot that had formed on your panties. He groans softly before wrapping his fingers around the waistband, slowly pulling them off, watching a string of arousal break when he pulls them far enough away.
He looks up at you and you whine as he puts your legs over his shoulders and holds your thighs apart. He dips his head in and licks up your folds before circling his tongue around your clit. You dig your hands in his hair and moan, your head falling back against the cold metal of the hood. He smirks and licks down to your entrance before sliding his tongue in slightly, moaning into you as he slides his tongue in deeper, his nose bumping against your clit, sending shocks up your core as he fucks his tongue into you. You try to close your legs together but he’s still holding them open, his fingers digging roughly into your thighs.
“Fuck Seonghwa-ahh- fuck please don’t stop!” You moan loudly, tightening your grip in his hair, as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. “Fuck I’m so close.. please Hwa..!”
He continues his relentless pace of his tongue, as he reaches up and circles your clit with his thumb, making sure to keep them in time with the pace of his tongue sinking into you. It doesn’t take long before you feel your orgasm wash over you, toes curling and moans rolling from your throat as you grip his hair tighter.
He doesn’t spare a single drop, swallowing every bit of your orgasm, looking up into your eyes while he does. When you come down from your high, he stands up and unbuttons his pants, sliding them down and off, before going back up to you, his body in between your legs. He leans down and kisses you deeply, rubbing his hard cock in between your folds, making your body jump when his tip rubbed against your sensitive clit.
You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips, pulling him as close as possible to you, rocking your hips against his cock, wanting him in every way. He smirks and reaches down, taking his cock in his hand, slowly pushing it against your entrance. You whine into the kiss and your grip on his neck tightens slightly,
“Please Seonghwa..” you beg, a higher pitch in your voice than normal. You have never wanted anything - anyone - so bad. He breaks the kiss and stands up straight, pulling your hips closer to him as he slowly pushes into you, going inch by inch, letting you adjust to him as he goes, not wanting to hurt you, his hands holding your hips tight, fingers digging into your soft flesh. He bites his lip and softly groans and he keeps pushing, before finally bottoming out.
“Fuck you feel so.. mmff… you feel so good baby..” the last word raising into a whine as he pulls back slightly and pushes back into you roughly. A loud moan is ripped from your throat and your back arches slightly off the hood as he immediately hits your sweet spot. He bites his lip and leans over you again, cupping your cheek in his hand and wiping a small tear away from your bright red cheeks. “You’re taking me so well, Beautiful.” He whispers, pulling out a little more than last time and thrusting back into you.
“M-more.. please more..” you whine and try to push your hips against his. He kisses you again and pulls out more, thrusting back into you, again and again, his pace and intensity quickly increasing, but not too much, until he finds the perfect rhythm. His hands now resting on either side of your head, your arms clawing at his back as he continues to abuse your g spot. He reaches one of his hands down and slides it across your breasts, lightly teasing one of your nipples with his finger tips, making you whine into his mouth, as your tongue fights with his, both of your saliva coating the corners of your mouth. He pinches your hard bud and lightly pulls on it, making your body shiver from the pleasure. He chuckles softly into you, finding it cute how sensitive your nipples were.
He pulls back slightly, panting against your lips, and you open your eyes slightly to look at him. His eyes met with yours and unspoken words were exchanged. You have always wanted each other, but never realised it or never wanted to make a move. You felt so in love looking deep in his eyes, never wanting to be apart from him for another second of your life.
“You’re so fucking beautiful..” he pants out, his hot breath hitting your lips. You clench around him, feeling your orgasm approach you quickly.
“Hwa please.. ‘m so close!” You moan out and dig your nails harder into his back. He kisses you hungrily again and reaches his hand from your boob in between your bodies and circles your clit again at the same place he’s thrusting into you. “F-FUCK…ahh.. fuck please don’t stop!” You cry against his lips.
“Come on baby, cum for me.” He begs as his eyebrows curl up. His words are exactly what you needed to send you over the edge, as you tighten around him, your nails almost breaking his skin on his back. He doesn’t stop his relentless attack on your clit as he works you through your orgasm, making you wine and shake under his touch. The overstimulation feels almost like it’s too much to handle and you beg him to stop.
“just a little longer… I’m so close. I know you can do it,” he says as he lifts his finger from your clit, but continues thrusting into you. He pulls away from the kiss briefly and looks into your eyes as he stands up straight, grabbing your hips and pulling them flush against yours, as he thrusts into you a few more times before his release gushes into you. He moans loudly and leans his head back as he rides through his high, softly massaging your hips where his fingers dug in.
“Shit…” you whine as he slowly pulls out of you, his cum leaking out of your pussy onto the head of the car. “Fuck Hwa…” He looks down at you still panting and smiles, a small chuckle leaving his mouth.
“Are you doing okay baby?” He cups your cheek and caresses it softly with his thumb, swiping a small tear off of your cheek. You whine and nod, leaning into his hand, legs still shaking slightly. He reaches down and picks up the blanket, cleaning the cum off your legs and pelvis before putting his clothes back on. He grabs yours and comes over to you, helping you get dressed. He sits you up on the hood and takes your chin in his hand, making you look up at him.
“I’ve been wanting that for so long. I just want you to know how beautiful you are, baby.” He says softly and your cheeks turn more pink than they already were.
“I’ve wanted you too..”
The drive home was peaceful, you couldn’t stop looking over at him, cheeks heating up every time you looked at his soft features, as your eyes traced down his body to his lap, before you pull your eyes away from him and look out the window, causing him to chuckle softly.
He pulls up into the driveway of your house before parking the car and walking you up to your front door. You unlock it and turn around, hugging him and he hugs you back, stroking your hair softly. You pull back slightly and look up at him,
“Please stay with me tonight?”