req: mingi finds readers computer w her search history and sees the type of fics she reads !! (sub bf , mommy kink, etc etc) and he wants to try based off what she reads !! matching her freak letting her guide him🙈
warnings: nsfw 18+, sub/switch mg, dom/switch reader, fluff, pwp, porn/ w plot, identity struggle?? edging, mommy kink mg, petnames (baby, good boy etc.)
wc. 2k
an. my first req in a long time! cheers! I got to work immediately and this is what came out, some adjustments were made but hopefully you still enjoy anonie! taglist: @sablewardapocalypse @joongnoodle @matznana @kisssan
The crisp night air leaked from the cracked window, tousling with the curtains as you laid against your boyfriend, mingi. to typical weekend fashion, you were tucked into a comforting fort of blankets and pillows, watching some sappy movie of your choice. large arm snaked around you, your head was softly laid on mingis chest, in a deep slumber.
with a silent chuckle, mingi slowly lowered the volume, picking up the computer to lower the screens lights, letting you drift into a peaceful sleep. while stopping the movie, his finger accidentally slipped, pressing a button that completely messed with the tab. grinning, he attempts his best to erase his mess, but instead seeing something like never before sitting on your other tab.
curious, he let himself quickly look, since you two never kept secrets about stuff like this. to his surprise, he felt his cheeks redden, eyes widen at what laid on the screen before him.
it was a low quality porno, the man tied to the bed frame, completely naked. the woman before him had no mercy, edging the man till he had tears prickling his eyes. finally getting his release, a chain of chanted mommy's passed his lips.
mingi couldn't process what he was seeing, or feeling for that matter. looking over at your sleeping form, his mind wandered. is this what you wanted? was all those times you had slept together unsatisfactory to you?
as you mumbled something in your daze, you placed your hand lightly against mingis chest, making him sigh and shake his head. that's not possible, he thought. But perhaps this could be interesting. with those lingering thoughts, mingi closed the tab quietly, returning everything to how they were before shutting the computer properly, easing down next to you. easier said than done, especially with his mind racing.. and cock insufferably firm in his sleep shorts.
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The next few days were a confusing blur for you. every time you had attempted to spend time with mingi, he had something to attend to. dinner with the bros, he had said the first time. work to be done at the studio, the second time was still normal. but when on sunday morning he shouted out going for a lengthy run, you had your suspicions. had something happened that you had missed completely?
so, when the evening rolled around and mingi finally returned, sweaty and messy, you decided to find out exactly what was going on.
leaning on the doorframe for support, pushing off his running shoes, mingi quickly looked up at you before taking off the other. the sweat had his hair sticking up all over, the black strands like a birds nest on his head, cheeks red.
"how was your run min?" you asked, sitting over on the living room couch. he just mumbled something in response, making your eyebrows turn to a frown.
"min, did something happen?" he pauses as he walks past you, looking forward and then to his feet. so something did happen. rubbing the back of his neck, you see the blush reach the tips of his ears. mouth opening but no words leaving, you turn in your seat, looking directly to his face.
"mingi, at least look at me" with a nod, he turns his gaze to you, those brown boba eyes so wide, a sliver of teeth peaking past his parted lips. you motion to him with raised hands, guiding him to speak. looking around the room, he finally spoke.
"something did happen" you sigh in both fear and relief, tapping the seat next to you on the couch. with small steps, mingi made his way next to you, hands resting on his thighs as he sat. gently, you let your hand lay on his shoulder blade, easing into the tight muscle.
"want to talk about it?" with a nod, mingi audibly swallowed before getting himself together, looking over at you with more intent now.
"are you satisfied with me" your jaw must've hit the floor by now, eyebrows curled in confusion and slight amusement.
"min, you can't possibly ask me that" he shakes his head.
"no you didn't get my question. are you satisfied with me.. in the bedroom"
you cant help the slight chuckle that passes your lips, mingi looking smaller then ever before you. what could possibly make this gentle giant question himself, you couldn't understand. your other hand now laid over his on his knee, you nod.
"obviously min, i love what we have together, in all aspects" fingers now tying together, he nods slowly, other hand going to rub the back of his neck.
"so you don't.. wish it was different?" raising a brow, you motion him to continue, as some words seem to hang on his tongue.
"the other night, when we were watching that movie? you fell asleep and i accidentally opened an another tab and saw this.. video"
the cogs in your head turn slowly, remembering back and suddenly it hit you. now its your turn to feel small, cheeks burning up a bit as those big eyes look back at you with so many questions.
"min i- "
"you don't have to apologise, just answer the question, please"
taking a moment to think of a proper response, you feel mingis grip on your hand tighten a bit, the hand slightly clammy.
"no, not necessarily. i love what we have like i said, but i suppose.. i have some other things I like too-" mingi nods as you continue;
"- i just didn't know how to bring it up with you, i'm sorry min" shaking his head, you can see clarity in mingis vision this time as he looks at you.
"if its what you like, i'd always be down to try it" pausing for a second, you turn your head a bit in question. finally, that sly smile you ever so love takes over mingis face, as he nods.
"you know, i didn't avoid you because i found it weird. i was avoiding you, because i wasn't sure how to be in terms with the fact finding that got me.. interested" you're both reaching new heights of blushing by now, something so intimate and truly you about this moment.
"tell you what min.. how about you go get a shower in and then come find me in the bedroom? sound good?" you can visibly see something shift in the man, nodding his head so quick, sipping away within seconds to rush the shower. once you're alone, you chuckle, shaking yourself back to reality. this was really happening.
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Waiting there on the bed felt like a million years. you could hear the water from the shower stop, hear the shuffling of fabric, the nervousness rise inside you. as the door finally opened, revealing a mingi, only a dark towel tied around his hips, hand ruffling up his clean hair. he was so perfect like this, so exposed, so comfortable.
with a few movements, he was next to you on the edge of the bed, eyes wide.
"so- where do you want me?" something in you burned at the request, but you had to slow him down a little, shaking your head slightly.
"before that, just know if you want to stop, just tell me alright?" mingi nods, his hand now gripping on the flesh of your thigh, a glint sparkling in his eyes.
"go there, lay against the headboard, and wait there" like struck by lightning, mingi climbed up the bed, letting his head rest against the board. with a satisfied hum, you circled around to the side of him, no touching.
"now, tell me, what was it that you liked about that video?" you can feel mingis face radiating heat, the skin pink as he struggles to look at you directly. as your hand slightly ghosts the skin of his abdomen, his breath sucks in sharply, eyebrows twisting.
"the way the guy was completely under her control i suppose.. the power dynamic" you nod, caressing the curves and textures along his stomach, back down to brush his happy trail.
"what about the edging, how'd that make you feel?" you asked, holding eye contact as you traveled even lower, palming mingis growing hardness through the towel. he practically hissed at the contact, hands straightening to the sides on the bedspread. nodding swiftly, his head turning against the headboard.
“feels.. so good” is what manages to tear out of him, your hand slightly tightening around his length, causing a chain reaction.
you can see his skin shiver, a higher pitched noice slipping out, hand flying to cover his mouth. but you don’t let him, pulling the hand off with ease, making him pout slightly.
”let me hear you baby, sound so beautiful for me” he nods, an another sound passing as you move your hand up and down against him. then, you let go completely, mingis eyes flashing back open. he whines at the loss, squirming on the bed.
”oh baby.. you didnt think i’d let you off that easy? c’mon take this off for me” gulping, mingi tears off the remaining fabric on his body, letting his large cock spring out of its containment, demanding attention.
"still with me?" mingi nodded quickly, head spinning in bliss.
”now, play with yourself for me” mingis eyes widen, mouth dry as he looks at you. you nod with a grin, settling nicely before him.
”did i stutter? go on” with a nod, his hand slowly moves down his abdomen, letting it rest on the tilt. as you nod him forward, he sighs, the need passing all embrassment left in his system.
”that’s it, goodd”
the pleasure is visible on mingis face, plump lips parted, some spit running down the side of his face. pupils blown wide, his eyes close as the sensation takes over. hand tight around himself, the pre-cum wetting his way as his fist passes up and down on the length. as his finger brushes against his slit, the lightest of whimpers tears out, cheeks burning.
”good boy min, faster” the petname drives him insane, a new leak of pre-cum trickling down his cock as his speed picks up. his other hand reaches for something, wandering the bed in need of contact as pleasure waves inside him.
moving to sit next to him, you take his hand into yours, his eyes snapping open again, so dazed and slightly teary as the pleasure builds. he’s so out of it, so lost in the feeling, something incoherent laying on the tip of his tongue. squeezing his hand, you bring him back to you.
”what was that baby? speak up”
"feels so good.. mommy" that spiked something deep inside you, and mingi noticed it too, eyelashes fluttering, lip between his teeth.
"yeah? you wanna be a good boy for mommy and cum?" mingis moans and whimpers only louden as you speak filth into his ear, fingers nudged deep in your grip. his speed is relentless, tight and fast, pulling closer and closer to his finish. when you lean over to him, placing a soft bite on mingis neck, he knows its too late to stop.
"oh shit- mommy!" he couldn't possibly have been louder, cheeks flaming red as his cum comes in thick ropes, coating both his own stomach and even hitting your thighs in the process. with his body shaking, mind fuzzy, you spare him a tender smile, a soft kiss on the edge of his mouth.
"did so good for me min, so good" with a soft smile, chest heaving, he's finally coming back from his down. wiping down sweat from his forehead, he softly started to speak again;
"want you to feel good too, please" his voice low, hand placed on your inner thigh, those pleading boba eyes ever so big. how could you turn down such a request?
so, with a nod, mingi enthusiastically shimmied up, swapping positions with you. with ease, he moved down your body, leaving behind marks and sloppy kisses, before finally being in touch with where you needed it most.
before leaning in, his eyes made contact with yours, that same glint in them from earlier;
warnings: nsfw 18+, ex bf!mingi, degrading/slight praise, pet names ( doll, baby) slut calling, reader rides mgs belt buckle.. smacking, slight choking, toxic sex? unprotected piv, creampie, all lowercase, mg has nipple piercings
wc. 1.k
an. title based on tate mcrae - uh oh. guess who loves emo mingi, me! so take this hornball fest and be freaky my dollies <3 dividers by mouseygraphics! not proofread :) taglist: @sablewardapocalypse @joongnoodle @matznana @fixonjade
you promised yourself you wouldn't end up here again, but who can help themselves when that someone they're with is song mingi?
week after week, from late night drives to his bed, you would always find yourself somewhere around his presence. the story repeats itself, finding you again at mingis flat this late night.
after just being at a concert together, the adrenaline running through your veins, what else could you do? when his large palms kneaded your skin, holding your hips down against the mattress, what more can you do other than surrender?
his hands were everywhere, your jaw, your neck, groping you through your top. as his lengthy fingers twisted around your nipple, tugging on the flesh you knew you were a goner. his mouth turned into a satisfied grin, his lips fall next to your earlobe, teeth sinking slightly into the flushed skin.
"gonna let me fuck you again baby? yeah?"
you shudder, the need pulsing through your limbs. you know this is wrong, you had broken up months ago, but yet, this is all you needed and wanted. with a sighed yes, mingi let himself get to work.
he knew your body like his back pocket, knowing what button to push, what switch to pull. with your shirt discarded, as well as his, he flies forward to tower over you, plump lips finding yours with greed. his kisses are like claims, tongue prodding into your mouth, dancing alongside yours. pulling you up from your lower back, his chest presses against yours, the coldness of his nipple piercings causing you to shiver a bit.
now with his back against the bed frame, you sit on mingis lap, only your shorts and his pants between you. but being the insane tease he is, mingi doesn't let you pull on his belt, instead settling you down against it.
your core sits against the skull on his belt buckle, the round surface slotting against you just right. with your hands on his shoulders you lock eyes, his gaze dark, possessive.
”go on then, show me how much you need it”
so his heavy grip tightens around your hips, guiding you forward so the edge of the buckle grinds against your clit just right, the sensation sending your back to curl. fingers tightening onto his wide shoulders, your head falls back as your clothed skin makes contact with the cold metal.
mingi latches onto your neck, pearly whites caressing the surface as he licks up the sticky skin. his dyed hair a mess, your other hand tightens its grip around the roots, chest pressing tightly against his as your grinds deepen.
”c’mon slut, make yourself cum for me, maybe then i’ll spare you more”
his words are so venomous, yet they make your heartbeat run, your movements speeding up. there was nothing more you wanted in this moment then have mingi buried deep in you, letting you fall apart on his thick cock.
his other hand finds the button of your shorts, tugging on it as his mouth travels around your neck and chest. lifting you off for just that second, you’re now exposed against him, your bare dripping pussy making contact with the coldness of his belt buckle.
with the sensation of his mouth on your skin, hands spreading you open for him, and the buckle grazing against your core, you can feel yourself clamping up, and mingi can notice it too. his touch becomes more desperate, more controlling, forcing you down against him with such force you can't do anything else but come apart for him.
"yeahhh that's right doll there you go" his right hand snakes from your hip to pass over your puffy clit, the touch making you yelp out to him.
flipped over now, your head lays against a pillow, body limp as mingi pulls your ass to meet his hips. with a clang of his belt hitting the ground, you feel the wetness of his tip against your opening. with a few strokes, he guides himself in, invading your space quickly.
"fuck- mingi-" your voice comes out strained, his hand closing around your throat as he pulls you up to him. he chuckles, moving back to thrust back in.
"take it, i know you want it."
with a harsh slap of your cheek, his pace goes furious, pounding you deep into the mattress, your head dropped back to the pillows, chest heaving from the impact. hips snapping against you, the skin of your ass burns red from the touch, mingis hands scorthing against the scene.
"you just love this dick don't you? keep coming back to me like a desperate slut"
you're too far gone to fight back his words, deep down knowing he's right. as your walls tighten around him, mingis hips stutter, a deep groan tearing out from him. your back arches further as he pushes down on your back, holding you down to his mercy.
"gonna cum all up in this pussy yeah? my pussy, all mine"
your jaw hangs open, but no words manage to come out, only pleading noises and satisfied moans as mingis tip makes contact with you sweet spot. with one more push, you feel yourself gush down on him, the liquid of your release sticking to his thighs, making ropes between your bodies as he keeps going.
you slightly turn your head back to meet mingi, the view making you clench just that one more time. his eyes are focused on the spot where your bodies meet, eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, sweat trickling down his damp torso.
"oh fuck- do that again" mingis eyes meet yours as you clench down on his cock once more, his composure snapping as his seed floods your hole.
buried deep in you, he falls forward towards the bed frame, holding himself up against it, heaving hard. you try to twist to look up at him, it only causing your ass to pull up against his sticky pelvis, his hand quickly pressing you back down.
"if you do that i'll have to fuck you again"
with a slightly chuckle, you move again, with a grinding motion, moving up and down on his again hardening cock. with a sigh, his other hand leaves the headboard, closing around your throat slightly. levelling himself down to you, he gives you a devilish grin.
"you want to get ruined doll?" with a nod, you bite you lip, hand caressing his pierced nipple. mingi huffs a breath, nodding to himself.
pairing: sub!mingi x fem!reader
genre: smut
rating: 18+, minors dni
wc: 2.2k
summary: a long day at work brings mingi back home to you desperate and full of need. so what if your sleep schedule is fucked? totally worth it.
warnings: established relationship, oral(m!recieving), begging, slight desperation, praise (use of good boy), teasing, denial, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, switch dynamic, handjob, mentioning of neck markings(?), creampie(oral), aftercare.
notes: inspired by two of my moots, @atinyiri who mentioned sub mingi and the use of good boy 👀 (sorry it took some timee!!) and @princesawoo (requested another mingi fic). hope you all enjoy <3
also.. once again.. tried to proofread as much as i could.
taglist: @minkisdoll, @skelejor
do not copy, translate, repost, or claim my writing as your own
smut incoming
the door of your room slowly opened, a slight creak of light seeping through the crack. you felt a presence enter your room, moving slowly, carefully, trying not to disturb you. you still acknowledged it though, fluttering your eyes open and slowly lifting yourself up to see what was going on.
mingi noticed you're awake, almost feeling bad that he woke you up. "heading to sleep so early?"
you let out a soft chuckle, rubbing one of your eyes awake, "getting home so late? it's midnight mingi"
"rough day at work, baby" he sighed, "i've honestly lost track of all time"
he slowly made his way to the bed you were laying in, taking off his top and yawning as he sat himself next to you. his broad, muscular body bringing you comfort right to your side.
still half asleep, you lift yourself up a bit more to give him a hug, "it's okay, love" you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "you can rest now"
you scoot back down into the bed, wrapping yourself in your blanket and making yourself comfy again. a moment of silence passed by until it was interrupted by a sudden sound coming from mingi.
it was a whimper.
you turned to him, confused. "you okay mingi?"
he raised his head, placing it against the bed frame, giving you a pretty view of his defined neck. your eyes widened, noticing how he was palming himself through his sweats. you weren't expecting this, especially not this late. the outline of his hard cock was so visible.
"um- i've been trying to ignore it but i cant anymore. fuck. not with you right here"
"oh- min-"
"i've missed you so much" he starts ranting, "i've missed your touch, the way you feel- shit.. the way you feel around me" he starts palming himself faster, desperation taking over his facial expression. "i've been thinking about it all day. i swear i've been hard for hours"
you lifted yourself back up to your previous position as he turned to look at you.
"please.. i need you. i'll do anything"
you had to admit to yourself, you loved when mingi begged. he wouldn't do it as much because he felt the humiliation run through his body, but when he did.. you enjoyed every single second of it. you could see it in the way his fingers twitched, like he didn't know where to put his hands if they weren't on you.
"mmm.. but baby, it's so latee" you cooed, watching his face light up in a shade of pink despite the dim lighting of the room.
"no- what- no it's not too late" he insisted, "don't be such a tease. please."
you tilted your head slightly, studying him like you knew exactly what he needed. you just weren't giving it yet. "hmm.." you move yourself closer to him, cupping his pouting cheeks in your hands and pulling him into a kiss. he practically moaned as soon as he felt your mouth on his, savoring the sensation of you finally with him.
he deepened the kiss, his tongue eagerly exploring your mouth as you felt his hands move all around your body. he was starving for you. breaking away for a moment, you slid your hand down to his clothed cock, feeling the hardness straining against his sweats.
"fuck!" he gasped as your fingers traced the outline of his hard on. "please, i said don't tease me"
"but i like teasing you," you hummed against his lips, your hand slowly starting to massage his erection through the fabric. "love seeing you all worked up for me"
he whined, his hips bucking slightly against your hand. "you have no idea. every time i tried to focus on work, my mind would drift back to you. to this. to your hands, your pussy- you know exactly what you're doing to me."
you continued your slow torture, rubbing him in just the right way to drive him insane without giving him the true release he craved. his hot breathing grew heavier against you, little whimpers escaping his lips as you felt a damp pool of pre start to seep through the fabric of his pants.
"oh my god- i swear i could just cum right now. fucking hell. just from this. i'm so sensitive.. i need you so bad"
"need me how?" you teased, your thumb pressing against the tip through the fabric.
he winced, "anything- it hurts, i'm so hard. just please, do something. i can't take it anymore"
"shhh," you put a finger to his lips, enjoying how he quieted down as soon as you did so, his eyes widening and almost appearing puppy-like.
"good boy"
as soon as the words left your mouth, he thrusts against your hand, a desperate moan escaping him. "oh.. someone really likes that huh"
"i'll be so good for you baby. so so good. i promise" he exclaimed, almost gripping the hand you had on him tightly.
you couldn't resist him anymore, you gave in. you carefully slid down the bed, positioning yourself between his legs. pulling down his sweats and boxers just enough for his cock to spring free, precum flowing out of him. the sight alone made your own arousal spike, you felt yourself get wetter seeing how desperate he already was for you.
"holy.. look at you" you murmured, your mouth so so very close to his cock, "so hard and ready for me."
without another word, you slipped his leaking length into your mouth. you sink down, taking him inch by inch, swirling your tongue around his tip. he cried out, his hands immediately reaching out for your hair as you took him in deeper, setting a rhythm that had him writhing beneath you. his breath hitched with each downward motion, his fingers tightening in your hair just enough to send a delicious sting across your scalp.
"wait- fuck, slow down," he mutters, realizing how close he was to his climax already.
"mm?" you purr against him, cock coming out of your mouth, your tongue leaving a trail of saliva on his shaft all the way down to the base. he was throbbing, so much that you already knew he was close. you took your sweet time, tracing every vein with your tongue, listening to the deep moans coming out of him.
"i think i'm-"
you didn't let him finish, not yet. you stopped for a brief moment, causing his breath to stutter. he looked completely lost for a second, like if he didn't know what to do without your fingers wrapped around him. his hips jerked forward, chasing something. anything.
his own body was nearly betraying him. he wanted to live in the feeling forever, but it was getting interrupted by his climax that was right on edge.
"what's wrong babe?," you swiftly went back up to his tip, sucking on it, drooling on it. it was all too much for him. he thought about this all day, but it didn't compare to how it actually felt. the hot coil inside of him quickly entering a state in which it could burst at any moment. it was all so dizzying.
his eyes were squeezed shut now, his mouth slightly parted as he fought to maintain control over himself.
"fuck fuck fuck-" he chanted, "i'm gonna cum, i'm- i'm gonna cum. a-already? shit- i can't hold it." he tenses, breath catching, thighs tensing under your hands.
you pulled back slightly, teasing him with light touches of your tongue, wanting to draw this out. but he was too far gone, his hips bucking as he spilled into your mouth with a loud cry. your mouth overflowed with his hot seed, you could almost taste the build up of arousal he had the entire day.
his whole body shuddered with the force of his orgasm, his fingers still holding onto your hair as if anchoring himself to reality. swallowing every drop, you didn't give him time to recover. you pulled back for a moment, jerking off his cock with your hand.
he was still sensitive, and you could see the confusion and pleasure warring in his expression as you continued to stroke him.
"you begged that much, just to cum in seconds baby?" you teased, licking the remaining drops of cum left on your lips. he was moaning helplessly besides you, it almost made you wish that your eyes could record like a camera and replay this scene over and over again like a broken tape.
he felt embarrassed. he didn't mean to cum that quickly. maybe it'd be easier for him if you weren't so irresistible in his eyes. "hhnghf- i'm sorry- i'm so horny for you.. it feels like i've been hard for a decade and- ohohoh"
you took him back into your mouth, determined to make him cum again. you made eye contact with him while you sank down once again. watching as his watery eyes rolled back from the immense pleasure.
"i don't think-" he bit his lip, but eventually letting it go with a loud moan. "i can't- baby. so sensiti- fuckkk.." he protested weakly, but his body betrayed him, already growing hard again inside of your mouth. "..s-so good."
you doubled your efforts, your hand working his shaft as your mouth focused on his sensitive tip. you could feel his whole body trembling, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of your mouth and hand working in perfect harmony. his fingers held your hair tighter, not guiding you but simply holding on to you.
"too much.. it's too much" he whimpered, though his hips continued to rock against your mouth. "can't think straight when you do that baby.."
you hummed around his cock, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through him. you were driving him insane. his back arched off the bed, muscles tensing as he neared his second release. you could taste the precum leaking from his tip once again, evidence of how much you were wrecking him.
"gonna be so good for you. wanna cum again. need to cum again for you." he whined out, tears starting to stream down his face from how overstimulated he was. it felt amazing to him. being in so much pleasure to the point he cried. as a matter of fact, he didn't even realize he was.
you pulled back just enough to make him groan in frustration instead of relief, your hands still stroking him steadily. "beg properly then, babe. tell me exactly what you want, i'll give it all to you."
"i want your mouth again," his chest heaved with ragged breaths as he tried to form a coherent sentence. "want to fuck it. want to cum down your throat and watch as you swallow it all. please, let me use your mouth. i'll do so good for you- need it so bad."
a smug look was on your face, observing how completely undone he'd become. without warning, you took him back into your mouth, this time allowing him to set the pace as his hips began to thrust more forcefully. he was quickly fucking into your mouth, sounds of pleasure filling the room - guttural moans, broken whimpers, and the sounds of squelching coming from your mouth working his cock.
"gonna- gonna cum again," he warned, his thrusts becoming erratic.
"f-fuck, i'm cumming-"
his release was even more intense than the first, his body shaking as he spilled into your waiting mouth. you swallowed it all down, not letting a single drop escape as you milked him through his orgasm.
he was spent. completely worn out. his body relaxed, chest heaving. his wet glistening length sat on his abs. he looked perfect, unreal in the current position he was in. but even in his exhausted state, his eyes remained fixed on you, filled with adoration and lingering desire.
"are you alright love?" you ask, placing your hand on his thigh and softly rubbing it.
he smiled at you, "more than okay baby. come here," he murmured, reaching for you. you moved up his body, allowing him to pull you into a passionate kiss, his tongue immediately exploring your mouth as if he couldn't get enough of tasting himself on your lips.
"best part of my day," he said, bringing you into a hug. "coming home to you."
he slid down his hands, nearing your inner thighs through your clothing. "i think its time i return you the favor. i just know you're soaked baby. i know how wet you get after giving head"
"mingi!!" you blush, feeling flustered at the fact that he knows. your core was aching, aching for release.. and also the fact that this is the same man that practically crying, begging for your touch??
"what do you say sweetheart?" he stretched out to his side, pushing the clock you had on your desk away slightly with his hand just enough for the time not to be visible anymore. "who cares about the time"
"some of us have work very early in the morning"
"i suggest you don't wear anything revealing by morning then. by the time we're done, my marks are going to be all over you. reminding you of how much i need you. desire you."
and just like that, he wasn't the one falling apart anymore.
synopsis. what could possibly happen when an early morning practice leaves you stuck in a supply shed with your track star boyfriend, especially when your boyfriend is sweaty and desperate..
warnings: nsfw 18+, college au, bf!hongjoong. established relationship, porn w minimal plot, hj is a bit of a voyer.. public sex?? (in a shed..), unprotected piv, creampie, nicknames (baby, good girl), degrading, hj spanks reader like once, slightly mean dom! hj
wc. 2k
an. yoyoyo this is me clocking in to post a silly oneshot :b hope you all like it while i work on my proper fics <3 not proofread taglist: @renjinki aka neglecting wife @joongnoodle @matznana @kisssan
Early morning air fills your lungs, toying your skin as you sprint on the green field. shoes tied tight, you’re focused on the sharp movements of your football, bouncing on the surface of the grass.
the time on your watch ticks 6:30 am, only the company of yourself out here. well, except for hongjoong.
hongjoong was your boyfriend of two years, him being in the college track team as a captain, you being the football team captain. many early mornings find you out here on the college campus grounds, out on the fields practicing with ease. today was one of those days.
as you puck in your last goal for the morning, you huff out some air, brushing sweat off your forehead. turning over to your left, you spot hongjoong running circles on the field, body pumping adrenaline and energy. his short red hair is matted down by sweat- running down his neck too- mouth parted open.
catching your gaze, he averts his destination, making his way towards you with a grinning smile, flashing his pearly whites. you shake your head as he makes his way closer, arms opening wide for you.
”no! don’t even think about it!”
”c’mon baby it’s just one hug!”,
hongjoong chuckles, speeding up as you start to run away from his sweaty body. as sweaty as you are, you don’t want his sweat on you right now. hongjoong knows this well, but loves to be a tease.
hongjoong’s toned body is covered by a blue tracksuit jacket, with NO1 lettering in the back. he's also wearing matching shorts, showing off his muscular thighs. they're glistening in sweat, the early morning sun rays painting the skin.
you try to run away from him as fast as you can, rushing off the field into the sidelines. of course, hongjoong being such a great runner, he's not bothered at all. feet moving with swift movements, he's catching up to you in no time. quickly, in the corner of your eye you spot the old supply shed, and an idea forms.
as hongjoong chases behind you, you take a quick turn to the shed, hoping he won't catch up to you before then, leaving you time to close the door on him.
"catch me if you can!" you yelled back to him with a challenging grin. something sparkles in the corner of hongjoongs eye as he locks in on you.
"oh game-fucking-on."
with all your energy and spirit, your legs thrust forward to the shed, air messing with your hair as you move with quick ease. you arrive to the door in no time, turning back and flashing your tongue at hongjoong before slamming the door shut.
with a deep sigh, you sit down on the pile of gym mattresses on the ground, patting yourself on the back. then, the hammering comes on the door, and you can't help but chuckle.
but your amusement gets cut short, as the old wooden door creaks open, in flooding some light and a red head of hair. with that unmistakable laugh, hongjoong peeks in on you, like a devilish animal closing on its prey.
"so, about that hug hm?" you sigh, nodding with a light chuckle. it's fun playing games like this, works as extra practice too. hongjoong lends you a warm, slightly tired smile as he walks in on you. the door creaks loudly behind him, slipping closed.
sitting now next to you on the mattresses, hongjoongs other hand snakes its way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. the warmth of his skin burns against yours, the mutual sweat blending into one as hongjoongs both hands tuck you closer now. your hands automatically fly to his neck, tugging him closer to you by his nape.
what begun as a simple hug, became something else very quickly. hongjoongs hands travel down your body, tugging into the curve of your ass, lifting you to his lap. your hands tucked into his red hair, you pull him in for a wet kiss, pressing your tongues together like a seal. you couldn’t care less about getting sweaty anymore, the pure temperature of the shed making your skin burn.
“joongie..” you manage to whimper in the middle of your kisses. he grins against you, hands kneading your skin through your uniform shorts.
“-what if someone sees-“
“let em, might as well have everyone see how you’re mine, how i take care of you, how wet i make you”
“joong!” you push on his shoulder playfully, cheeks blazing as he starts to move you on his lap.
“it’s true though isnt it baby? or what are you saying you’re not wet right now hm?” hongjoong always has a way with his words, twisting your buttons just the way you like it. hips moving against him, you feel yourself grow wetter at his words.
one hand pulling past the hem of your shorts, ghosting ontop of your clothed pussy, he continues;
“let’s see shall we?”
without waiting for a response, hongjoongs fingers slip past your remaining clothes, two fingers now prodded against your soaked core. you feel yourself twitch in his arms, fingers tugging down on his hair for some control.
with ease, hongjoongs fingers find a familiar pattern on your pussy, circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. your eyes wander from his body, back to the wooden door. hongjoong notices, his other hand gripping your jaw and spinning your gaze back to him.
“you ought to relax baby, nobodys going to catch us. plus.. if they did it wouldn’t matter”
“but.. joongie..”
just then his fingers slip down your skin, sliding right into where you need him most, and your voice shutters only coming out as a light whimper.
“you were saying?” hongjoongs voice burns down your ear as he whispers, mouth hot against your skin. his lips latch onto your neck, leaving behind some purple bruises while his fingers push down inside your gummy walls.
”please.. just fuck me” you feel yourself whisper, letting all dignity wither away due to pure need.
”what was that? can’t hear you over your wet fucking pussy being so loud” hongjoong mutters into your ear, nipping down on the lobe. you bite your lip, considering if to repeat yourself, but when hongjoong stops his fingers inside you, you’re left with no other choice.
”please joongie! just take me here please” with a satisfied smirk, hongjoong places a kiss on your temple.
”good girl, thought you’d never ask”
with that, hongjoong lifts you lightly to tug on his track shorts, swiflty tearing off the blue fabric off his skin. he also managed to pull of his underwear in the same pull, leaving him now fully bottomless before you. his cock stands tall and hard, leaking out to you like a desperate plea of its own.
you tug down your own shorts and tossing them off to the ground of the shed, you sit back down in hongjoong lap, letting him manouver you like needed. he’s slipped off his jacket, remaining in a black fitted t-shirt, your eyes drooling at the sight. hands on your hipbones, lifting you slightly, hongjoong slots himself between your parted lips.
”ready baby?” you nod, gripping down on his shoulder blades. with one agonisingly slow push, his tip pushes its way in, making your nails dig into his skin as you moan deeply.
one hand digging into his shoulder, your other trails back to his short hair, ripping tightly on the roots as he pushes himself in you with practiced ease. the thrust up slips in a little too easy, your wetness sticking down to his toned thighs as hongjoong fills you to the hilt. hongjoongs lips part as he lets out an amused chuckle.
“so wet.. so.. desperate” the way his words trail along it’s almost like hes talking about himself. not leaving you much time to think though, his hips resume themselves, thrusting up into you.
grinding down against him, your hips chase their own release as hongjoongs cock hugs your walls so fully. his mouth bites down on your shoulder blade as you attempt to pick a pace on him, moving yourself up just a tad.
his thumb spins comforting circles into your hips as he angles himself up better, tip kissing that softest spot in you; causing your pussy to twitch around him in pleasure.
“gonna come already are we baby?” you sigh out a moan, nodding swiftly as your hips start stuttering against his. hongjoong doesn’t seem to agree though, pulling you off his lap with one quick movement.
he spins you around, stomach down on the edge of the gym mattress, your entire body pressing down hard as his hand holds you on the surface. aiming himself properly again, his cockhead makes it way in you in seconds. faster, more eager now, hongjoongs hands knead the skin of your hips, pulling you closer.
“fuck joongie.. so deep-” hongjoong just chuckles slightly out of breath, his sweat smearing down your back. with a specially sharp thrust, he spoke:
“hold it. wanna cum with you baby” you attempted a nod, your body already feeling fucked out and exhausted.
curling up your other knee, hongjoong reaches a new depth, and you swear you can feel him in your chest. deep moans tear out of your mouth, his name spilling out like a chant. hongjoongs hips start shuddering as your pussy flutters around him.
his other hand leaves your hip, and before you can question it, a loud smack! bleeds into the air. hongjoongs handprint stains your right asscheek, the sensation burning on the spot. a new gush of slick trails down your hole to hongjoongs thighs now, the spank driving you insane.
”you’re gonna cum with me now like a good girl, make it good” hongjoong coos into your ear, bending down to press his warm body against yours.
you attempt to lift yourself up for more leverage, but hongjoong just pushes you down, gripping your shoulder blade for better force. as he keep hitting that perfect spot in you, you feel your thighs tighten, vision blur as you cum around him hard.
“ohhh yeah.. there she is” with those words hongjoong stills in you as well, spilling his seed deep in you.
you just stay there for a second, letting your heaving bodies rest against the damp mattress. hongjoongs lips latch a soft kiss on your cheek before he slowly pulls himself out of your wetness, a gush of release running down your thighs. as you attempt to get up, hongjoong shakes his head.
“no you stay here baby, i’ll go get a towel from my bag okay?”
you sigh with a nod, turning around to watch him move, covering your bottom with his tracksuit.
hongjoong shuffles up his shorts as he makes way to the door, pulling on the handle softly, but it doesn’t even shift an inch. he chuckles looking back at you, then tries again. after the fifth attempt of ripping on the handle for dear life, hongjoong sighs turning back to you. tapping away on his phone, he comes back towards you.
“seems we will be waiting here for a little bit” you nod, shaking your head at the absurdity of the situation. hongjoong on the other hand lets out a little chuckle, shaking his sweaty hair around.
“what’s so amusing?” now, his hand places over your plush thigh. brown eyes locking down on yours, he does that devilish grin, licking down his lips.
“since we will have time to wait, let’s make our time worthy shall we?” you raise a brow, hongjoong way ahead of you, knees on the dirty floor. as your fingers come to tug down on his roots, he chuckles.
“attagirl, now let’s see how much that pussy can take.”
an. a little smth nasty bc m in the feels and my fic is taking so LONG to make. hope you enjoy this my dollies <3 taglist: @renjinki @joongnoodle @matznana
Mingi has a whole thing for fingers. if his aren't buried in you, they'd be shoved down your throat. he knows the fixation goes both way too, always sure to present them to you, in any way possible. this evening is one of those many situations.
holding you down with one hand harshly against your abdomen, Mingis other hand is busy glazing over the outside of your sopping cunt. fingers lightly caressing over the skin, sliding between the slit causing you to twitch against his grip like a rag doll.
"patience now doll, thought you liked when I play with you with my fingers hm?"
nodding, you try to compose yourself. just then, a slick pop whirs in the air, Mingis two fingers gliding into your wetness. the lewd noises make your cheeks burn red from embarrassment, soon replaced by immense pleasure, his fingers curling just right against your sweet spot.
Mingis eyes are attentive on the scene, following his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you with a solid pace, biting down on his lip as they start to pick along your slick. with a devilish grin, he leans down against your warm skin, letting his tongue prob past his lips, licking down tiny kitten licks on the skin of his fingers as they move. the sensation is new, your fingers tugging on his blonde hair with newfound pleasure.
"mmgh you like that, don't you doll? always so desperate for me."
you nod, and as soon as you do his head tugs up with a smirk.
"can't let you finish too quickly now can I?"
yet, his fingers keep up their pace, pressing deeper now, his other hand pressing harder on your abdomen. it's like he's trying to tear your orgasm from deeper within, eyes glazing over you like a blaze.
suddenly, his hands tear away, swinging your body around so your ass is pressed up against his hard strained cock. he wouldn't go that far yet though. leaning down, his mouth ghosts over your pussy again before replaced by his fingers again, three this time, pushing in with ease. other hand snaked around your body, Mingi presses down on that spot again. a moan rips from deep within you, eyes rolling back.
three fingers deep in you causing squelching noises, his thumb places against your clit, moving in sync with his other fingers.
"now, you'll cum on my fingers like a good girl won't you baby hm? give it to me"
"min.. can't hold.." Mingi chuckles behind you, spitting down into his masterpiece, a moan slipping past his lips as well at the nasty sight.
with a few more pumps, feeling Mingis warm body behind you, breath looming on your back as he leans forward, your body locks. twitching takes over your body, pussy clenching around his lengthy fingers as they keep up their movement, prolonging your orgasm.
Mingis fingers keep up moving until you're writhing in sensitivity under him, hand reaching back to his. with one more pump, his fingers exit you with a loud squelch, the slick of your finish attaching to them. amused, Mingi turns you around with ease, locking eyes with you.
one hand beside your body, he settles close to your face so you can catch every second of what's next.
Mingi travels his fingers up to his mouth, his tongue presented out, inviting his digits into his warm mouth. tongue swirling around them sensually, you can't help but sigh deep at the sight. his eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, Mingi makes a whole scene of it, fingers moving back and forth in and out of his mouth. your finish glosses his plump lips before he finally removes his fingers- and let's his tongue lick off the excess. with a whispered fuck, you pull him in for a kiss.
his fingers always get you like this, down bad and nasty.
pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader
genre: smut
rating: 18+, minors dni
wc: 2.3k
summary: a stupid little game turns into messy kisses, grinding, and... a good fuck on the couch.
warnings: established relationship, couch sex, domestic smut, kissing, making out, grinding, lap sitting, riding, cock warming, praise kink, dirty talk, slight(?)begging, creampie, unprotected sex (uh oh don’t do this), needy sex, desperation, body worship(?), neck biting, finishing inside, some fluff, teasing, ect ect.
notes: guess whos back.. w a fic FINALLY holy shit its been too long and i sincerely apologize for being inactive for a while </3 college is going to be the death of me. honestly i feel like i could have done better w this fic?? every time i wrote this i was sleep depriveddd. BUT anywayssss let me know what you guys think! i also proofread as much as i could heh.
taglist: @minkisdoll @skelejor @pyuddings
do not copy, translate, repost, or claim my writing as your own
smut incoming
you sat comfortably on the couch of your living room, watching the same show you had been addicted to for weeks now. your dedicated attention was soon interrupted by the sounds of keys at your door.
you quickly jumped out of your spot and made your way towards your entrance, met with your boyfriend, wooyoung, who had just come back from buying essentials from the nearest store.
"you're back so soon baby," you tippy-toed and gave him a kiss on the cheek, winning a sweet smile from him. "let me get these bags for you"
"no no, it's alright, beautiful i got it" he made his way to the table in the middle of the kitchen, settling the bags he brought onto the surface.
"is that all?" you asked before looking outside at his car.
you looked back at him to find him with a smug look on his face while looking down at one of the items he had bought. "that's everything, babe"
curious, you walked to where he was to see what he was holding. to your surprise, he had bought a 6-pack of chapsticks.
"what's this?" you snatched it out of his hands, raising the pack of chapsticks up in the air and away from him as he started play fighting with you. "you're always losing these. you already have like five chapsticks scattered around the house... you always end up randomly finding them. and you proceed to buy six more!?" a chuckle comes out of you as you playfully push them a way.
"those flavors are so plain!" he argued while giggling at you. "just look at how many flavors this one has!"
you read the labels on the box; hersheys, bubble gum, watermelon, icebreaker, vanilla, and finally cherry.
you gave him a funny look. "they lowkey sound like they taste like ass"
"they DO NOT" he took back the package from your hand and started opening it. well.. not exactly. he was struggling. eventually, he yanked the plastic and made all of the chapsticks fly out everywhere. "... oops"
".. and how would you know?"
while picking up the remaining chapsticks on the ground, he shot back with an annoyed funny expression before smirking. whenever wooyoung smirks, you know it means trouble.
"you know what.. i have an great idea"
you squinted at him. "that can't be good"
"stop being mean"
you cross your arms. "so, what's this idea of yours exactly?"
he gathered the chapsticks in his hands and looked at you with sparkling eyes. "how about.. we play a game. i'll apply one of the chapstick flavors without you realizing which one i put, and to find out which flavor it is you have to kiss the flavor off my lips"
you paused for a moment and blinked at him. honestly, it wasn't shocking when wooyoung came up with a random dumb idea like this one.
you huffed out a laugh. "wooyoung.." you noticed how intrigued he was about it. you couldn't even lie to yourself either, the idea seemed fun. ".. i'm starting to think that the sole purpose of you buying these was because you wanted to do that challenge"
"no- well. maybe- when i saw them- ugh fuck fine yes i bought them because of this"
he grabbed you by the waist, causing a small yelp to come out of you from the sudden movement. with the chapsticks in his hand, he lead you to the couch you were previously sitting on and sat you down.
he then sat next to you, getting closer to your body and putting a hand over your eyes. "okay, no peeking baby" his touch felt warm as you giggled under his hand. you felt some movements on his side and heard a humorous lip 'smack!' come from him.
"you're having a bit too much fun already don't you think.." you eagerly wanted to take his hands off of your eyes but he didn't budge just to tease you.
"oh.. we're only getting started"
shit, you knew where this was going to lead.
"c'mere" he patted his laps, signaling you to sit on him. he didn't even have to ask you twice, you immediately swung a leg over his lap, your knees now hugging his thighs. the new position far more intimate than the first. the soft fabric of your shorts pressing against his sweats.
he finally removed his hand from your eyes, and you were met with his gaze that sparkled with mischief.
"you ready?"
you leaned in on his facem closing the small distance between you. the first press of his lips was tender, a slight exploration. but as the kiss deepened, a sweet, slightly artificial flavor bloomed on your tongue.
"bubblegum!" you declared, a triumphant smile on your lips.
wooyoung's own grin widened. "damn, you're good at this. you sure it's bubblegum? i miss your lips already. give me another kiss as a confirmation"
your cheeks flushed pink as his hands, which had been resting on your hips, slid down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled you even closer to him. your lips slammed onto his again, this time filled with more desperation and need. after a minute, you could feel the hard line of him pressing against you through your clothes. a clear sign of how much he was enjoying his little game.
"one for one," he said, his voice a bit hoarse from the kissing. "let's go for round two."
he reached down for another chapstick. this time he didn't even try to hide which one he was getting. he twisted the base, and the scent of vanilla filled the air. he applied it generously, his lips glistening under the living room light.
"wooyoung this one's too easy" you teased, coming in closer for another kiss.
he chuckled, "maybe i want it to be easy. maybe i just want an excuse to kiss you again. you're addictive"
who were you to argue with that logic?
you leaned in to kiss him again, and this time the kiss was different. it was slower, deeper, more deliberate. the vanilla flavor was rich and creamy, coating your tongue and making you hum against his mouth. the hands on your ass now kneading the soft flesh, starting to rock you gently against the hardening ridge in his sweatpants.
the friction was maddening, driving both of you insane. a delicious tease that had a knot of heat pooling low in your belly.
"vanilla," you whispered against his lips, pulling back just enough to speak as a trail of saliva attached your mouths. when you noticed it, you whimpered slightly at the obscene sight. your noise seemed to have driven him even more crazy, you could hear him mumble a few "fuck's" under his breath.
round three was hersheys. the chocolate flavor was sweet, a little waxy, but entirely forgotten as his tongue swept into your mouth, claiming yours. the game was officially a forgotten pretext. this was just making out, hot and heavy on your couch. your hands were tangled in his hair, his grip on your hips was bruising, and the small sounds escaping your throat were getting needier with every passing second.
you saw him reach out for another tube. "watermelon-" you gasped out after he pulled away, leaving you with. you didn't even need to guess; you'd seen the green tube.
"you're cheating. i haven't even put it on baby" he accused, but his grin was anything but upset. he nipped at your bottom lip. "i'll let it slide," his grip on you tightened, making your hips grind harder down onto his throbbing hard-on.
you were grinding down on him shamelessly now, chasing the friction, your core aching with need. he was panting into your mouth, his hips thrusting up to meet yours in a desperate rhythm.
"woo, i..." you managed, your voice shaky. "i need you"
"mmmm? what was that love?"
he fumbled for the final tube, the cherry one. his hands were trembling slightly as he twisted the base. the sweet, tart scent filled the air. you watched as he applied it thickly, his lips looking plump and red and utterly irresistible. he didn't have to cover your eyes this time. you just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken need.
this kiss was the breaking point. it wasn't a game anymore. it was pure, unadulterated hunger. the cherry flavor burst on your tongue, sweet, but all you could taste was him. all you could feel was the hard length of him pressing insistently against your soaked panties.
"sh-shit.. nghh.. cherry!" you moaned into his mouth, the word barely intelligible.
"f-fuck. i can't do this anymore. fuck the game" he grabbed your shorts aggressively, trying to pull them down as it was difficult in the position you were in. you immediately caught on and started moving— quickly trying to take off your shorts and panties while he helped you by tugging them down.
wooyoung lifted himself off the couch, tugging down his own bottoms and freeing himself from his sweats. his cock sprung free, flushed and leaking pre at the tip from the stimulation before.
"can i? please? can i please fuck into you? please- ride me baby. i'm so fucking hard" he whined, knowing your tight slick pussy was so close to his hard cock.
you didn't waste a second. you positioned yourself comfortably, your thighs wrapping around his lap.
"mmpfh.. your hand-" wooyoung moaned as you stroked him slowly, preparing him at your entrance. "so good, so good."
you sank down, a breathy moan let out in unison from both of you. you slowly began to rise, the sensation of him slipping out inch by inch before plunging back down agonizingly slow. you couldn't help the whine that escaped your throat, the friction everywhere at once, the heat pooling deep in your stomach intensifying.
"oh my- baby you're- fuck. you're taking me in so well gorgeous" wooyoung groaned, his head tilting back against the cushions, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "you look so pretty riding my cock like that" his hands gripped your waist, his nails digging into your skin as he guided your rhythm, pulling you down harder "ride me. take what you need."
he stretched you out every time you went down on him. "wooyoung.. y-you're so big"
"shit you're perfect. it's like you were made for me. made to be fucked just right, just how you like it baby.. hm? made to be fucked by me."
you moved faster, bouncing on his lap, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the quiet room. breathless kisses soon followed by the cherry chapstick that was still on both your lips, mixing with the taste of sweat and the sweet, heavy air between you. you could feel him hitting that spot inside you every time you sank all the way down, sending a spark inside you that gave you motivation to move even faster.
you couldn't think straight, only the overwhelming need to chase your release. you felt yourself throb around him, your pussy was practically swallowing his dick whole.
"i'm close," you panted, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer for a messy kiss. "wooyoung, i'm gonna cum."
his eyes were shut, suddenly fluttering as he looked at you. "you love my cock so much, don't you?" he chuckled, teasing. classic wooyoung. "don't you baby- ah!"
you placed your face in the crook of his neck and started sucking on his soft skin while moaning against it. you felt his hands around your waist tightening, almost painful at some point. then, you felt it.
"shit. shit. shit. holy fuck. holy fuck-"
you felt a sudden rush of wetness inside of you, but they weren't fluids of your own, no...
it was wooyoung.
he just came to the sensation of your sucking on his neck.
"nghfhh! take it- take it all. i missed you- i missed feeling you around me so muchmnghf"
you moaned loudly as you felt his dick throb uncontrollably inside of you, warm spurts of cum coating your inner walls, filling you up until you were completely stuffed.
you gasped, your back arching slightly as you felt the warm rush hit you deep, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating. you could feel every pulse, every twitch of his cock as he rode out his high deep inside you, his hips jerking helplessly against yours.
your orgasm crashed through you right after his, the amount of stimulation from his orgasm pushed you off the edge.
"fuck, babe, i wish you could see yourself right now," wooyoung groaned, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder, his breathing ragged and hot against your skin. "you feel so good. so tight around me even after cumming."
you whined, the sensitivity making you tremble, but you didn't want him to move. you felt him throb one last time before going soft, still buried inside you, a warm and heavy weight that made your head spin.
"i'm sorry," he mumbled into your neck, his voice thick with exhaustion and shame. "i didn't mean to finish so fast. i just... you were sucking on my neck like that, and you were so hot, and i couldn't hold back."
"it's okay" you whispered, your fingers tangling in his damp hair to pull him closer. "i liked it. felt... good."
wooyoung chuckled darkly, the vibration coming from his chest and against yours. "you're unbelievable. you actually liked being filled up like that?"
"mhmm, of course" you hummed, pressing a lazy kiss to his jaw. "felt full."
"fuck," he groaned again, his hands finally loosening their bruising grip on your waist to cup your face instead. he tilted your head back to look at him, his eyes dark and hazy with pleasure. "you're so beautiful when you're wrecked like this. all flushed and panting, taking my cum like a good girl."
"that's enough!" you teased, but you leaned into his touch, your lips brushing against his. "you're the one who came first."
"yeah, well," he kissed you, messy and desperate, somehow still having the same cherry flavor on his lips despite the number of times you kissed.
"who said we were done anyway? i'm not done with you yet."
synopsis. in which your hunger for your boyfriend overtakes the cake you worked so hard for..
warnings: nsfw 18+ idol!bf mingi, LOTS of bicep worship, eating off each other, food play??, biting, lowk switch!mg, nicknames (princess, baby, doll), praise/ slight degrading
wc. 2k
an. this came from a ovulating frenzy thanks a lot to crimson for feeding me this seed of an idea <3 not proofread! taglist: @renjinki @joongnoodle
Whirring hums through the kitchen, your hands tapping a rhythm against the marble countertop. The warmth of the oven seeps out, keeping your legs comfortably snug as you wait for the whipped cream to form.
Baking is your favorite way to pass time when you’re bored and alone. Especially now with your boyfriend having busy schedules practicing for a new comeback, you figured making a surprise cake would give both of you a smile or two.
After what feels like forever, the cream is starting to look just right, the light shade of pink from the food coloring twirling in the mixing bowl. Pausing the machine, you plop the bowl on the smooth counter. Just before letting your finger catch a taste test, the noice of keys clattering comes from behind the front door. A familiar warmth tingles in your chest as you place down your bowl, preparing for whats to come.
With a towel combing down his blonde dyed hair, in walks Mingi, dripping in sweat. Stretching his neck from side to side, he shakes off the remaining adrenaline from dancing off his body. After spotting you in the kitchen, his lips turn upward to a soft grin.
“Hey princess, nice apron” he motions down to your pink stained apron with a big tied bow on the front. You give him a little airy chuckle before reaching up on your tippy toes for a kiss. Tender and warm, you let your hand trail down his sticky, covered chest as you come down.
“You weren’t supposed to come yet, this was supposed to be a surprise” You pout with your response.
Tugging the bowl back in your arms, you reach in for a final taste. Fingers covered in the pink paste, you let them travel to your mouth. Mingis response to your words comes out past his lips, but you totally missed it due to the pure visual shock before you.
Towel hung now on Mingis wide shoulders, arms all out in the open and as toned as ever, hair messy, a light trickle of sweat still gliding down his neck. As the sweetness of the whipped cream makes contact with your tongue, your movements slow due to your pure focus.
Mingis eyes travel down to the big bowl in your hands, letting out a warm chuckle.
“Quite a lot of cream for one cake doll, don't you think?” You nod slowly, letting your finger lay on your tongue just that much longer as your eyes linger on his flexed bicep.
Mingis eyes catch yours, raising an eyebrow. Looking down to the direction of your vision, he grins.
“You good there doll? Seems you’re a bit.. distracted” You shake your head to attempt to get out of your trance, but as soon as you do it gets worse.
One hand now on his hip, one laid on the edge of the counter- exposing the tight veins under the skin. You gulp heavily, letting your finger fall out of your mouth slowly. Mingi tilts his head to the side, following your attentive gaze. As you finally make eye contact, he grins again, dimples flashing.
“The cream’s that good huh?” His tone seeps sarcasm, and your cheeks burn. Then, his other hand from his hip reaches forward, diving into the pink swirl. Tongue slipping out past his plump lips, the cream melting onto the surface. Mingis eyes fall shut, overly acting out his enjoyment, letting a satisfied hum into the air. Eyes fluttering back open, he continues;
"Delicious." Answer kept short and simple, yet enough to drive you closer to the edge of losing it. As Mingi reaches out for more, you feel your knees buckle, aware of what's to come.
Your eyes travel back onto his glistening arms, the tight muscle of his forearm tightening as his finger swirls into his mouth. Your nails drag along the side of the mixing bowl, lip tucked between your teeth. Mingis eyes on you are following your every facial movement, the way your body shivers, ears glaring red, giving you away.
Moving closer painfully slow, Mingi finally lets his finger leave his mouth, causing a light pop sound to come with. Looking up at him, you finally snap. Extending out your hand, you make contact with the warm skin of his arms, gliding down the curve on the muscle. Mingi chuckles lowly. He knows, he always knows. With one more scrape down the muscle, you lock eyes with his, a pleading look spread on your face.
"What is it that you want doll? Hm? Tell me" Mingi coos, leaning forward, left hand caging you in by your waist. Your hand tightens its grip around his bicep, nails digging into the toned skin.
"Words baby, words" His mouth ghosts the side of your neck now, taunting you. With one deep inhale, you speak at last;
"Wanna touch on it- please" You motion your gaze to the exposed skin your hand lays on, Mingi finally letting his mouth latch onto your neck. You let a whimper pass your lips, causing Mingi to lightly nibble on the forming dark patch. Picking up his head, Mingi reaches forward to place a hungry kiss on your lips. Parting slowly, he spoke;
"I'm all yours princess"
With those words said, you tug on his arm, never losing the contact of your mouths as you move through the room. Eagerly, Mingi lets his tongue slip into your mouth, tasting the sweetness of the whipped cream. Sooner than later, his back comes crashing down on the couch, you straddling down on his left thigh.
Taking a second to appreciate the view that lays in front of you, your hand places gently onto his chest. Mingis chest heaves heavily, hands laid on your hip bones, lips puffy from contact.
Your eyes glance over to the left of you, the mixing bowl lying on the couch next to you. It's like a lightbulb appears on top of your head as you reach over to pull it closer. Mingi raises an eyebrow.
"Wha'chu got in mind there doll?" You bite down on your lip harder, thighs shaking against him as your fingers scoop up a good amount of cream. You look at him, finger twirling circles against his chest.
"Do you trust me?"
"Always" Mingis response comes fast, causing you to giggle. Tapping his left bicep, you advice him;
"Hold this out in front here, so it's closer to me" Flexing forward, Mingis left arm now lays before you in all its toned, tan glory. You feel him flinch slightly as the cold cream smears onto the skin, leaving a fat stripe of it on him.
Leaning forward, sticking out your tongue, your mouth latches onto the painted skin of Mingis bicep. The sweetness mixing with the taste of sweat on his skin- it’s causing you to sigh and whimper against it. Mingis one hand laid on your thigh tightens, a slight hiss passing through his lips.
Your actions get messy fast. The saliva drooling from your lips, cream smeared onto your lips and tip of your nose. Uncontrolled, your hips move against Mingis meaty thigh, the fabric of your shorts rubbing against your heat so tightly. Some of the drool from your lips slips down past you onto Mingi below you, causing him to groan.
”Shit baby- you’re so nasty for me”
Your eyes pin onto his, watching over as his lips part, eyes gloss over in lust and need. Swirling your tongue down the stripe of cream, you pick up for just a second to catch Mingis hot mouth on yours. More spit mixes into your mouth as the desperate kiss deepens, your body grinding up on him faster; deeper.
Mingi shivers against your touch as you pull back, a splash of pink cream on the side of his lips. Hovering just close enough, you lick the remainers of his mouth, causing Mingi to actually turn red, the muscles of his bicep between you tightening. You give him a smug grin, licking your lips before diving back down.
A mouth full of Mingis muscled skin and the pure sweet delight, thighs rubbing up against his, you feel your release tightening in your belly. It seems Mingi isn’t far behind- the way your knees buck forward towards his crotch every time you move.
Your one hand tugs on the fabric of his black top, holding on tight as you let your teeth sink into the muscled skin, not too hard, not too soft. Mingi goes berzerk, hips thrusting forward involuntarily.
”Shit- do that again”
You do as instructed, leaving faint bite marks down his arms, licking over them as you go. Feeling your composure slipping, the kisses and licks get more sloppy, more focused on chasing your high from your grinds. Mingi picks up on the cue, that one hand holding your hip guiding you forward.
”You can do it doll, come on, cum for me” He urges you, placing a kiss on your temple. Your mouth hangs open against Mingis skin, letting the moans tear out of you. Dropping his face a bit, Mingi comes down towards you, cooing in your ear.
”Love it when you get all desperate for me, so worked up over my arms huh? So nasty baby I love you”
His words are plenty enough to make the band of your pending orgasm snap, feeling your thighs shake against his. Your nails dig into the skin of Mingis bicep, chest heaving from exhaustion and bliss. Mingis hand on your hip brushes up and down, mouth placing tender kisses down your cheeks to your mouth. Tasting the sweet tang, he smiles against your mouth.
Before you can speak, the fire alarm from the kitchen comes blaring like a sudden warning. You basically jump off Mingi, stumbling your way into the kitchen on shaky legs. Shoving your oven mittens on, you pull out the remainers of your cake, black and burnt to crust. Mingi comes slowly behind you, hand rubbing the back of his neck before snaking it around your hip.
“Shit.. what do we do now?” You huff out in embarrassment. Mingi just chuckles, gripping you tighter.
“Don’t worry baby, I can think of something else for me to eat”
i'm sorry for not posting in a while. i currently have 5 drafts ^^ , but due to college work and other stresses i've been having lately i haven't been able to finish them 😓but trust i will be posting soon once i free myself from the loads of work!
Do you think its okay for 19 year olds to write fanfics about louis from lngshot (coz hes like 15) and i called @lngshotty out for it and they blocked me😭
Im sorry but if you write x reader fanfics about minors at the age of 19 and refuse to take accountability thats so weird. Its not that difficult to not write fanfics about the underage members of a group?
hii anon! and no absolutely not. that's incredibly weird and they shouldn't be doing that at all.. especially at their grown age? they should know better. writing a fanfic about a MINOR as an adult is so odd. you're right, them refusing to take accountability for their actions makes the situation much worse, and it truly isn't hard to not write fanfics abt minors of a grp..
synopsis. After last night, you and Mingi finally make it to the event and have a blast. but what happens after?
warnings: nsfw 18+, pwp, established relationship, mingi is nervousss but he's got it, switch!mingi, messy, piv unprotected (don't do this), tit play??, eating out, implied praise kink, nicknames (doll, baby, babe)
wc. 2.2k
an. chapter 2/2 this was actually a req as well! tysm anonie <3 this is absolute buns though so im also SORRY, but i hope its okay regardless. not based on any real event, everything fictional! not describing any of the real lifes of idols <3 not proofread! taglist: @renjinki @joongnoodle
Fingers tapping against the surface of the leather seats, the lull sound of rain pours outside the car window. Your eyes attentively follow Mingi at the corner of your eye, his other hand making patterns with quick speed.
He's nervous, of course he would be. Even you are feeling the nerves. But you've set yourself a goal of keeping Mingi company, making sure he is as comfortable as he can be, especially on such a big night like this.
The car comes to a halt, pausing in front of the venue. Mingi lets out a deep sigh before turning to you, big boba eyes spread even further than usual. You hold your hand out to lay on top of his, thumb brushing alongside his knuckles.
"They'll all love you" Mingi looks down at his feet once more before looking back to you.
"Promise?" You let a smile creep on your painted lips, nodding. Leaning forward just enough, you place a soft peck on his left cheek.
"Yeah Ming, I promise"
Hand in hand tightly, you enter the sea of flashing lights. The crowd turns into a wave of high pitched screams, the rain lightly pattering down. As you stop to let Mingi wave out to fans, you catch a glimpse of his face from the corner of your eye. Cheeks flushed in a light pink, that mischievous grin on his face. You feel pride bloom in your chest as you make your way inside. Mingis clammy fingers are now lighter against your grip; relieved.
This being your first proper high class party, you weren't sure what to expect; but this place certainly blew you away. People crowding every corner, the bass of the music echoing off the tall walls, red lights covering the area. Only the sudden pop of a champagne bottle brings you back to the moment, Mingi holding one glass to you with a grimace.
"You ready?" He asks. You nod, chuckling a bit.
"I thought that was my line" Mingi shakes his head, letting the hand that was on yours slip onto the curve of your waist.
"Don't worry, I got you as well" The way Mingi punctuated his words had you turning up a brow. He didn't leave you with much time to think upon it though, pulling you both into the crowd of people.
...
The night lingers on into the early hours of the next day as you down your third glass of champagne, the warmth of the drink burning in your chest. To your positive surprise, Mingi has started to warm up to the moment with ease. It's the extrovert pushing out of him, and it makes a smile creep to your lips.
Right now you remain sat on a big red couch, spinning your glass in-between your fingers as Mingi socialises with fellow artists next to some photographers. You can't help but feel the heat of the alcohol burn against your cheeks, especially every time you feel a gaze linger on you from the other side of the room.
Every time Mingi catches a look at you in the middle of his conversations, something burns inside you. Love, pride, need.
The way the lights of the room dance on his skin, the way his blonde hair frames his face so nicely. The way his shaped coat holds against his wide shoulder blades, the way his heavy chain lays against the slightly exposed skin of his neck; the way he looks at you like he doesn't need anything else in this world.
This time when you catch his gaze, you notice Mingi motioning you towards him, holding his hand out. On light feet, you walk over through the room, feeling Mingis gaze burn against you.
"Ah- there she is" Mingi chuckles, sneaking his hand to hold you next to him tightly; a familiar warm touch tingling against you. You lend him a tender -slightly drunken- smile.
You lean your head against him, giving yourself a little break. Just then, the dj graces the dance floor with one of your favourite songs, making you snap like awoken from a trance.
"Holy shit! Excuse us" you apologise to the person Mingi was discussing with before tugging him by the arm towards the noice.
Raising a brow, Mingi follows you like an eager wolf; guarding you as well as you go.
As the red lights flash your eyes, you've finally made it to the dance floor, body flowing with the beat at ease. Keeping Mingi close by, you turn to him as you move with the music, him following you. Sharing a gaze, you begin to move your hand to lay against Mingis chest. The simple touch is enough to light fire in him, eyes sparkling against the flashing lights.
Feeing the thump of the bass hammering against your chest, you let yourself get a bit more eager. You let your hand snake up his chest, now laying on top of his ice cold chain. Fingers tying around it, you pull on it lightly. Mingis eyebrows furrow a bit at the action, his hands flying to your hips to ground himself. The two of you just stand there for a minute, eyes locked deep on each other.
Then, Mingi leans down towards you, face lined up next to yours. He adjusts just close enough so you hear his whisper past the loud music;
"Bit ballsy don't you think?" You grin, tippy toeing up to meet his ear.
"Don't know what you're talking about" The hands that once laid on your hips now trails upwards, groping around the flesh of your sides. Mingi lowers himself once more, mouth hot against your skin.
"Ready to leave?" You couldn't nod fast enough, feeling yourself sitting in the back of your lift within minutes. Anticipation burns in your veins as Mingis hand lightly lays on your inner thigh, pressing down just enough to drive you insane.
...
When the lock of the hotel room clicks, Mingi has got you pinned against the surface of the bed within seconds, hands flown up for him to hold. His chain hands heavy against your chest as he heaves, licking his plump lips before diving for more of you.
Mouths entangled in a kiss, you let yourself melt into the silk of the bedspread, only feeling the heat of your skin as well as Mingis mouth against yours. As his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, you rush to let him in, the kiss turning into a pure mess. Spit trickles down the side of your cheek as Mingi groans against you, one knee stuffed between your thighs.
Your moan muffles against his mouth as Mingi tugs you closer, if possible. Hands now both heavy against your hip bones, he pulls you to the edge of the bed, your legs tied around his waistline. Pulling back for a minute, he looks down at you, chest thumping.
Slowly, he tears off his jacket, now laid shirtless before you, only his chain against the toned surface. Your mouth waters, hands flying forward to feel upon him. Mingi twitches as your cold hand makes contact with his scorching skin, lip tucked between his teeth. Fingers trailing down his torso, you land on the hem of his tailored pants, looking up at him with a pleading look.
It takes no words, Mingi eager to please, tugs his pants off swiftly just enough to let himself fall bare in front of you. His hard cock hangs heavy as you nudge him closer with your legs, just enough for him to make contact with your clothed core. It erupts a moan to slip out from both of you, sharing a desperate look.
"Promised I'd make it up to you didn't I?" Mingi chuckles lightly as his hands glide up and down your back.
Impatient, you untie yourself from Mingi just enough to shove off your bottoms, now just in your red silk dress, hugging your body so nicely Mingis cock twitches at the sight.
Adjusting you back around him to line you perfectly to him, Mingis eyes catch yours again like earlier that night, burning with the same desperate need.
"Ready doll?" You nod, hands laid on his shoulder blades.
Mingi pushes himself in lightly, his cockhead enough to spread you out already. Gripping with your nails onto him you moan out his name, Mingis cheeks burning red with heat. One hand on your hip, he lets the other go to your chest, pulling down your dress just enough for your breasts to flow out of the fabric restrains.
"So soft- so beautiful- so mine" Mingi groans as his finger toys your nipple, hand kneading the surface of your tits.
"Ming-" a strained moan tears from your throat, a vein on his cock hugging against your wall so tightly.
"Yeah? That feel good?" He grins, his mouth placing a wet kiss on your left breast. Your nails dig deep into his shoulder blades as you feel him everywhere around you. The way his cock drills into that soft spot inside you, the way his mouth sucks down on your breast, the way his hands are buried into the skin of your thighs; you feel your release tighten in your belly.
"Fuck- Mingi-" He looks up at you, eyes sparkling as he groans against your skin. His tongue glides along your nipple, sucking down on the peak.
"Gonna cum baby? Yeah? Gonna cum on me?" He mumbles between sucks, making you nod frantically.
Your nails drag up his back, leaving behind a trail of red lines before tying into his blonde hair, tugging on the roots. Mingi whimpers against you at the sensation, the vibration burning against your skin, pushing you overboard.
Mingi can feel it, of course he can- he knows you best. Not stopping his movements, he's keen on making your orgasm last as long as possible, wet mouth still exploring all the valleys and lows on your chest.
When you start to wriggle against his touch, he knows he's pushing his limits, toying with your oversensitivity. Finally, when you tug harshly enough, Mingi leans up from your chest, standing enough to hover you, hands on the bed.
He grins at you with a satisfied look, leaning back down to catch your mouth in an embrace, tongue peeking out before your lips even touch. You can feel him smirk into the kiss, making your hands tighten against the back of his neck.
"You don't think I'm done yet do you baby?" Mingi mutters between kisses, making the familiar heat bloom within you with ease.
Mingis lips start to trail south, moving down from your lips to your neck, one hand now tugging your dress upwards, exposing more of you to him. Your cheeks flame red as you see Mingi look up at you from stomach, eyes dangerously mischievous, like he's going to show you the stars.
The floorboards creak slightly as Mingis knees make contact with the surface, hands now spreading your thighs open to his vision. Gliding his tongue on his lips, he looks starved. He's in no rush though, kissing up your inner thighs, pausing to give every little mole a personal lick. Your hand lays lightly against his head, not pushing, just holding for support.
As Mingis face nears your pussy, he looks back up at you, fluttering his dark eyelashes. He gives you a devious smirk before blowing a light wiff of air into your sensitive lips.
”Ah- Ming-” your fingers tie into his hair within seconds, attempting to hold him back.
”Sensitive?” he coos, hand pulling your opening to better his vision. You nod, gulping down a moan begging to tear out.
”Just relax, I got you baby” Mingis eyes sparkle up at you once more, thumb spinning a comforting circle into your thigh before focusing back down.
He lays out his tongue flat before leaning towards you, licking up a stripe from your opening to your clit. The sensation has your toes curling, mouth hanging open.
”Ming- I won’t last long-” your words come out as desperate whimpers, making your cheeks blush. Mingi only hums in response, tongue spinning eager circles on your puffy clit.
Mingis mouth is everywhere. When he goes to prod your hole, his sharp nose pushes up against you, making your hips involuntarely push up against it. You feel Mingi chuckle lightly against you at the reaction, hands kneading the skin.
”Yeah, ride my nose till you cum baby” he murmurs, mouth glossy with your slick. Mingi looks so beautiful, makeup messy, hair ruffled.
Waisting no time, he plunges back down, nose nudging up against your clit, moving it with purpose this time. Your fingers tighten against his blonde hair, pulling on the strands.
Hips grinding down on his nosebridge once more, you feel yourself come crashing down on his face. Your body tries to pull up, but Mingis strong grip holds you down, mouth lapping up all he can as you keep coming.
Lastly, he places a small kiss against your lower stomach before rising back up to you, grinning like the happiest man in the world. Fingers rustling his hairs, you lend him a fucked out smile. You feel too exhausted to even talk, just placing your forehead on his, hand snaked around his neck.
”I love you” You huff, out of breath. Mingis cheeks flame red, lips turnt up to a smile.
Sexual Education: Hongjoong. Submission for Beginners.
Series Masterlist HERE.
Pairing: Dom!Hongjoong!Reader
Genera: smut
Summary: Hongjoong introduces you to the concept of Dom/Sub in the bedroom.
Note: Each member will have their own post. This is a series and I will update this post each time I post the next chapter. Please be patient and feel free to offer suggestions ❤️
Content Warning: ⚠️ 18+ NO MINORS. Reader is innocent sexually. Kind mean DOM! Hongjoong. Sub reader. Oral sex. M and f receiving. Throat fucking. Some nipple play. Fingering. Squirting. Multiple orgasm. Orgasm control. Orgasm denial. Use of sex toys. Pussy spanking. Degradation. Bondage. Dirty talk. Safe words. P in V. Use of the words; cunt, daddy, sir.
You walked around the halls of the vacation house looking around for any signs of life.
“Hello? Is anyone home?!” You yelled down the halls that echoed with your voice. You shrugged your shoulders, writing it off as all the boys taking time to nap or do whatever it was they wanted to do in their rooms in private. It was two days before the end of vacation and, after everything that had transpired, some must have been exhausted after all the “extracurricular activities.”
“I’m home.” You heard Hongjoong call from behind you, peering from his room. You turned around on your heels swiftly to face him, smiling widely.
“Where is everyone?”
“Not sure. Do you have some time for our lesson?” He asked you, making your heart skip a beat.
“Now’s as good a time as any.” You said, trying to be casual as you stepped through his bedroom door.
“How do you feel about this being your last lesson?” Hongjoong asked you thoughtfully.
“I don’t know.. I don’t think it’s hit me yet. Every time I finish a lesson I don’t think it could be anything beyond that and then it does. So I guess im a bit nervous as to what the very last thing to be taught could be.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ve learned quite a bit. And honestly, what you will learn today will actually have quite a bit of what you’ve already learned as the base. Have you noticed each lesson has very similar aspect just more added onto the intensity? Sex is just that. You can have it as plain and straight forward as you want or you could go completely unexpected and intense. As long as both you and your partner feel safe and happy, sex is anything you want it to be.”
“Sex is more than I thought it could ever be. I still don’t understand how it can be more than what I’ve learned. But, here we are. What is it you’re going to show me?”
“Right to the point, hmm?” He laughed and ran his hand through his hair. “Well, this is going to be the most intense session yet. So, I want you to feel safe and comfortable. The boys are out for the night, they won’t be in the house with listening ears like normal.”
“Oh, so we’re alone alone?” You felt yourself get a bit nervous, not understanding why. You never thought much about the other being in the house while you took part in all these escapades. But, suddenly, you realized them not being there meant what was to come must truly be beyond anything you’ve experienced before.
“Yes. But, if you don’t feel safe I can call them to come back-“
“No, no. It’s just- what are we going to do where you thought it would be best if they weren’t here?”
“Well, i wanted this last lesson to be private. It’s going to push your limits of your body and even your mind.” He paused for a moment to make sure you had taken what he said in. “And things may get loud. Messy. And vulnerable. And I want to make sure I create a safe environment for that sort of scene.”
“I’m getting it a little bit now. But just not really the mind part.”
“Let me explain. In the bedroom, I take on the role of a dominant.” Hongjoong said, his tone heavy and serious. “I like to be in control. From what my partner wears, if and when they can touch me or themselves, when they cum, IF they can cum, how they cum, and how many times they do.”
You stayed silent and took in all his words, processing their meaning and becoming more nervous yet intrigued. Hongjoong watched you intently, proceeding when he was convinced he had not scared you off.
“I do this by setting rules with my partner. My submissive. That’s you today, baby.” He smirked. “And if those rules are followed, it can be a really intense and rewarding for both of us. But if rules are broken, there are consequences.”
“What kind of consequences?” You asked, swallowing the lump of nerves in your throat.
“Hopefully you won’t find out if you’re a good girl. But, if you do, the punishment will match the weight of the rule broken. Do you remember learning safe words?” He asked you and you nodded your head.
“Good. Safe words are good to have in any sexual situation but, in a sub and dom arrangement, it’s 100% mandatory. Those words are going to ensure our play today is safe and consensual. I need you to remember them and use them if needed, do you understand? I need a verbal “yes” or “no.”
“Yes. I understand.”
“Good. San said you weren’t very good at first at following directions. Was that correct?”
“Oh, um. No. I guess I wasn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I didn’t think he was being serious.” You admitted, remembering writing on the chalkboard in “detention” for talking during San’s lesson. “Not at first, at least.”
“I see.” He paused for a moment and waited for you to look up at him in the eyes. “Make no mistake here. I’m going to be serious with every demand and direction I ask of you. Got that?”
“Yes.” You choked out, Hongjoong’s serious tone making you a bit wary. You had seen this side of him before when he had to handle different situations with the frat when all the boys got out of hand, but it was even more intimidating knowing the sexual nature behind his words.
“Then, let’s put that to the test. Stand up and remove your clothes. Get naked for me.”
You did as you were told. Standing up and dropping the fabric onto the floor below you. Hongjoong hummed in approval, his eyes taking in the sight of your curves in front of him.
“Beautiful. Now, get on your knees.”
You dropped where you stood, your skin meeting the cold wood floor beneath you. Hongjoong walked over to you slowly, stopping inches in front of you. Your hands instinctively reached for him but he moved out of the way.
“Ah, did I say you could touch me?”
“No.” You whispered weakly, retreating your hand back down to your sides. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” He corrected you. “That’s okay. For now. We’re just getting started.”
Hongjoong walked around you in a circle, studying you. You could feel his eyes burning a hole into your skin which made you look up at him curiously.
“Eyes down at the floor.” He told you.
His black boots clacked on the floor as he circled you, stopping only to push one of his feet between your knees to spread them apart wider.
“You look so pretty like this. Knelt down, waiting for my direction.” You heard the sound of his belt buckle and his zipper, the metal clattering down to the floor. “Head up, pretty.”
You raised your head up and were now level with Hongjoong’s hard cock. His pants now sitting on his hips, his shirt gone. He looked beautiful, like a model. His chiseled body making your mouth start to water.
“Open your mouth for me. I want your pretty lips to take my cock.”
You lifted your head and dropped your jaw, letting him slide his length into your throat. His hand rested on the back of your head and pushed you forward slowly, helping you take every inch of him. You put your hands up against his thighs, trying to brace yourself from the sheer size of his cock but was promptly reminded of the rules.
“Ah, ah. No touching.” He scolded. “Hands behind your back.”
You folded your hands together behind you and surrendered yourself to him, as it was your only option. Hongjoong started slowly, sliding each inch of him in and out of your mouth at an agonizingly slow pace that was even difficult for him to endure. But, he knew he had to start you off slow. You were still a beginner.
Over time, he felt your throat relax around him, his cock finding it easier and easier to move inside and out. He began to get a bit more rough, wrapping his finger into your hair to hold you still while his hips fucked into your throat at a quicker pace.
Due to him allowing you time to adjust, everything still felt comfortable. Hongjoong grunted above you, cursing under his breath while he fucked your mouth. Spit dripping down your chin and coating his long shaft. You felt yourself get wet between your thighs, insanely turned on knowing how much pleasure he was getting from using you right now.
“Fuck, you look so pretty looking up at me with my cock in your throat.”
You moan around him, eyes rolling back in your head at his words. The vibrations getting him oh-so-close to cumming. He pulled himself out of your mouth quickly, cursing as he did so.
“Fuck, you’re a naughty thing. Almost made me cum already.” Hongjoong said, his breathing was labored. “Such a good girl taking me. Why don’t I give you a reward, hmm?”
“Yes, please.” Your voice was hoarse, as if you had been screaming for hours. You saw his eyebrow raise, gauging you to remember one of your rules. “Please, sir.”
“Good girl.” Hongjoong was pleased. “Go and take a seat on the chair for me.”
The chairs cushion felt soft under you as you settled in. Hongjoong lifted your thighs, anchoring them over the arm rests to spread your legs wide. Your folds spread wide open for him due to the position, skin glistening in your wet arousal.
“Beautiful.” He purred at you, placing his hands on either side of your shoulders on the back of the chair, and leaning in to press his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Your arms recklessly wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He let you have this, charmed by your eagerness, and let his tongue find yours. He entertained the kiss for a few moments before taking your arms in his hands and pulling away, pushing them down to your sides.
“Behave yourself, remember?” He said, breathless from the kiss. You nodded frantically, desperate for more. Instead of leaning back in, Hongjoong kneeled down onto his knees in front of you. He placed a few kisses on your thighs making a trail closer and closer to where you ached for him to touch you.
“No touching.” He whispered into your skin, nipping at the soft tissue of your inner thigh, before licking a heavy strip with his tongue through your folds.
“Fuck!” You gasped in shock. Your hand gripped at his hair only for a moment before you tore it away, nails digging into the wood of the armrests. His mouth worked expertly against you, his tongue licking heavy strokes against your throbbing clit and lips taking moments to wrap around and suck hard, bringing you to the bring very quickly.
Hongjoong snaked his hands up your torso and found your breasts. His fingers finding your nipples and tweaking them as he lapped at your cunt. You squirmed uncontrollably in the chair, desperately wanting to grab onto him and find some sort of control as you were free falling towards your orgasm. You started to rock your hips against his tongue. The added friction was enough to send you over the edge with a loud moan as you came on his tongue, your thighs clamping down around his shoulders.
His tongue didn’t stop until your orgasm was done. You released his head from your thighs and slumped into the chair, completely spent. He stood up in front of you, lips and chin glistening in the remainder of your orgasm, which he wiped away with the back of his hand.
“Did I give you permission to cum?” He asked you, his eyebrow raised as he scolded you.
“Wha- um, no?” Your mind was spinning and space between your thighs still throbbing. Hongjoong tisked at you, placing one of his hands on the back of your chair and towering over you like he had before.
“Let’s try this again, hmm?” He used his free hand to lightly spank your still-sensitive pussy, making you jump. “You ask permission if you can cum and you wait for me to tell you if you can. Do you understand?”
You felt two of his fingers start to rub slow circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and back arched off of the chair from the simple touch, still overstimulated from your first orgasm. Hongjoong placed a kiss on your slightly opened mouth, slipping his tongue in while you moaned into lips. His fingers, now nice and slick with your cum, slid further down until the tips teased your pulsing hole. You whimpered pathetically.
“Remember the rules.”
His fingers slid into you easily and curved to just the right angle to hit the swollen spot inside of you. His arm started to pump his fingers inside and out of you ruthlessly, not giving you a moment to adjust to the tempo. You screamed out in pleasure while his fingers elicited pornographic sloshing sounds from your pussy. You didn’t know how to stop it and you swear you couldn’t. Your second orgasm gushing out of you dramatically onto Hongjoong and the floor below.
He pulled his fingers out of you and spanked you sharply on your still orgasming pussy. Then, firmly wrapped his hand around your throat, making you look him in the eyes.
“You’re still not getting it, are you?” He growled at you, frustrated. “Why are you undermining me? You must want to learn the hard way.”
“No, please, I’m sorry.” You frantically whimpered. “I couldn’t stop it. You were going so fast-“
“You’re going to learn how to control it.”
Hongjoong walked over to his dresser and opened the drawer, pulling out a bundle of black rope and a magic wand vibrator. Your eyes bulged out of your head.
“Hongjoong- I won’t be able to-“
“You remember your safe words, right?” He asked you suddenly, his voice calm, taking a break from the scene.
“Yes. I do.” You told him.
“Good. Let’s try this and if it’s too much, you know what to do, okay?”
Hongjoong tied each of your legs to the legs of the chair and your arms to the arm rests, making you unable to move freely. Completely in his control. Your only task now was to try your best, as hard as it may be, to not cum unless you were allowed to.
With your legs spread wide, forced open by the rope, Hongjoong was free to do as he pleased. His hand resting on your pussy, enjoying how it pulsed against his palm. He started to lightly spank it, over and over. The impact against your clit surprisingly sensual that made wetness quickly spread over his fingers, your slick stringing across each time he pulled away from you. You started to whimper as the impacts brought a familiar feeling of warmth to the apex of your thighs. Hongjoong couldn’t help but chuckle, already catching on to the signs you were close to cumming again.
“Are you seriously going to cum from me spanking your pussy? Pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” He smirked. “You can’t cum yet.”
He slapped down on you once more, hard, making you yelp, then placed the bulbous end of the magic wand vibrator against your swollen clit and turning it on the lowest setting. Your hips tried to lift themselves off the chair but failed, the ropes biting into your skin as you strained against them. Your head rolled back, laying off the back of the chair as silent screams left your open mouth.
“Ask me. Beg me.” He told you, almost sinisterly as he pushed the toy harder against you.
“Please!” You gasped. “Please, can I cum?”
“No.” He said sharply, pulling the toy away from you suddenly, leaving you feeling nothing but the throb of your aching clit.
“What? But I asked-“ you huffed, irritated.
“And I said no.” He said, giving you another harsh spank against your pussy. “Learn your lesson.”
He pushed the toy against you once again, this time with the speed on the second setting. You screamed out and balled your fists, fighting hard against the burning pleasure between your thighs.
“Please let me cum! Please, sir!”
He pulled the toy away from you again while laughing.
“How many times did you disobey me so far tonight? Answer me.”
“I- fuck- I don’t know!” You cried out. “I’m sorry, sir! It won’t happen again.”
“I know you’re sorry and I’ll make sure it will never happen again.” He said, then placed the toy on you a third time and on the third setting. It took every ounce of your self control to keep yourself from cumming. You tried to disconnect your brain, trying to focus on anything other than the pleasure that consumers every fiber and nerve-ending between your thighs. Hongjoong could tell you were close to breaking as he watched your hole start to slowly open, pulsate, as if it was begging for him to enter.
“Please, I won’t be able to take it much longer. Please.” You almost sobbed but, he still denied you. Turning off the toy and stepping away. You groaned in frustration, thrashing around in your restraints and cursing loudly.
“It’s frustrating, isn’t it? When you are asked for something so simple and not given what you want.” He said curtly. “Now you know how frustrated I am that you disobeyed me.”
“I’m sorry sir. I’m sorry I disobeyed you. I’ve learned my lesson.” You panted, your voice broken.
“Good girl. I believe you.” He placed the toy back on your swollen and abused clit and turned it back on the highest setting. “Now, cum for me.”
You came violently, squirting messily as he rubbed the wand up and down your overstimulated cunt. Your moans came out in choked sobs, the amount of pleasure unfathomable to you, and your orgasm seemingly never ending.
“Fuck, yes, squirt all over me.” He grunted, pushing the wand onto your clit even harder, your pussy opening up and releasing another stream of gushing squirts. “Give me more. Keep cumming.”
Hongjoong pushed two fingers into your pulsating cunt, working them furiously against your g-spot. You screamed from the penetration, unable to comprehend the level of pleasure he was giving you.
“Please! It’s too much!”
“You wanted to cum, didn’t you? Are you being ungrateful now?” He mumbled darkly to you, his fingers never stopping.
“No, sir- fuck!” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came yet again, your orgasm spraying onto his palm and wrist as he pumped inside of you. The lethal combo of the magic wand and his fingers making you cum over and over again, until you thought you were going to break.
“Yellow!” You screamed, letting Hongjoong know you were about to be pushed too far. He immediately turned off the wand and placed it aside, but kept his fingers going, slowing them down over time until he could slip them out of you comfortably. You sighed in relief, finally able to catch your breath. Your chest heaving up and down as you brought yourself back to reality.
“You okay, baby?” He whispered in your ear and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, then bending down to undo your restraints.
“Yeah.” You said breathlessly, head still spinning. “I just- holy shit. I needed to stop for a moment.”
“I’m sorry if I went a bit too far.” He apologized. “But, you did beg me to let you cum.”
You laughed, delighted to find some lightness in such an intense atmosphere.
“I did. But I didn’t think you’d make me cum, like, 10 times.”
“What can I say, under my strict rules I’m quite the generous dom.” He smiled his dazzling Hongjoong smile, instantly bringing you back in to him.
“I’m all good now.” You told him, biting your lip and giving him a glance up and down his toned body. He smirked, elated how quick you had recovered.
“Good. Daddy needs to cum, now.” He said, the pet name he had given himself made your stomach flutter.
Hongjoong lifted you off the chair and wrapped your legs around his waist to carry you to his bed, dropping you down onto his soft mattress. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips then pulled away to whisper to you.
“Do you want it rough, baby?”
“Yes, daddy.” You told him, repeating the nickname. It made Hongjoong bite his lip so hard it almost drew blood.
“Good fucking answer.”
He flipped you onto your stomach and grabbed one of your arms, pinning it to your back. You felt the tip of his hard cock tease your entrance before ultimately slipping inside of you, making you wince every so slightly from the sensitivity. He gave you a moment to adjust to his size, your free hand gripping the white sheets under you, before he finally started to move. He was slow at first, using your pinned back arm to pull him into you, then picked up a fast momentum. To gain more control of his movements, he used his other hand to grip the back of your neck, pushing your down into the mattress. His leg was hoisted up on the edge of the bed, pushing himself into you at just the right angle for the both of you to feel the ultimate pleasure.
“You like that, baby?” He grunted as your whimpers filled the room. “You like how daddy fucks you?”
“Yes, daddy. Your cock feels so good!”
The feeling of being dominated, pushed into the mattress and held down, after being forced to cum over and over was the sort of euphoric feeling you had been dreaming of since the start of this sexual journey. Every experience convinced you wouldn’t be able to be pushed any further, only to be proven wrong. Forever changed. Forever theirs. But, right now, you were Hongjoong’s.
“I’m yours, sir. Take me. I’m yours.” You begged, making him curse between his teeth. His speed did not pick up but the force of him impacts did, slamming into you hard over and over until the rhythm started to become uneven as he got close.
“Fuck- I’m going to cum. Cum with me.” He told you, a whimper to his voice that made you shiver. His thrusts got more desperate and quicker until he finally came, making you cum with him one last time. Both of you orgasming loudly as you reached your final climax.
You felt his cock release into you, his warm liquid filling you up and spilling out the overflow. He rested inside of your wasted pussy, his thighs twitching against you, until he was soft and fully empty.
“You’re a fucking goddess.” He told you, breathless, as he pulled out of you and grabbed you a towel to clean you up.
“I think.. I think I died.” You told him, head still floating above the white cloudy sheets. He would have been concerned if it wasn’t for your wide grin plastered across your face.
“I take it you liked that?”
“So… so much.” You giggled. “Sorry about not following directions.”
“I knew you wouldn’t.” Hongjoong said, laughing. “That’s part of the fun.”
“You’re so evil!”
“But you fucking loved it.” He said, smirking, and you couldn’t even deny it.
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One more chapter left 🤍 thank you so much for your patience! If you follow me, I’m sure you’ve seen posts about me going through a bit of a difficult mental time. I’m sorry you had to wait so long for this chapter but hope it was worth it. Please look forward to the final chapter of Sexual Education coming soon featuring 0T8!
synopsis. when your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, can the handsome mechanic help you- maybe in more ways then one?
warnings: nsfw 18+, mechanic!mingi, mentions of wy jh yh, strangers to ?, car sex, top mg bottom reader, soft dom mg, making out, tipsy sex ( both have been drinking), piv unprotected ( dont do this), creampie, nicknames (doll, baby)
wc. 3.8k
an. this is a remake of my first ever fic WHICH IS AWFUL. i hope you enjoy this as much as i do <3 not proofread! taglist: @renjinki
The fresh summer breeze messes with your hair, tingling on your tan skin. Your fingers burn against the leather steering wheel as you cruise down the road. The car hood steaming as the sun glares down at you.
By all means you should feel great, it's summer at last; your favourite season. But right now that is the last thing on your mind, after just having an argument with your best friend over a silly thing. Your grip tightens on the wheel, huffing out an annoyed breath.
"Break stuff" blasts through the car speakers as you mindlessly drive forward, searching for an escape with no clear destination. Your cars roof is down, letting you enjoy the utopia surrounding you, best to your ability. You couldn't go home yet, not before feeling the air on your skin; and possibly an alcoholic beverage down your throat.
Your phone keeps going off in the passenger seat, blasting your ringtone with your best friend's photo plastered on the screen. You couldn't possibly pick up now, the fight from earlier still burdening your mind. Your fingers strum on the wheel, flowing with the beat of the song.
As your phone rings for the 5th time, you finally give in, hitting the answer button in annoyance.
"What?" is all you can say. Your friend sounds worried, out of breath.
"Girl I've been trying to call you! Did you take the car?"
"Yeah I did, what about it?"
"Remember I was supposed to take it to repair later today, you can't-"
"I'll talk to you when I get back okay, we can discuss it when I get back" you press the red button on the screen, not taking in anything your friend had just tried to tell you.
The gravel on the ground grinds against the wheels of the car as you notice a sign by the road.
BAR 10KM
Your ears perk at the sight, finally finding the perfect solution to your annoyance. Turning the car in an u turn, the steam from the hood intensifies, a loud tug catching your ear from it.
You shrug, pushing the speed pedal deeper down the floor, pushing towards your destination with desperate need.
The scenery gliding past you is starting to increasingly slow down, your eyes tightening behind your tinted sunglasses. Yet, you don't stop; pushing your car to the absolute brim of destruction.
The car finally comes to a full halt, stopping you on your way. You slam your hands agains the wheel, letting out a frustrated yell.
"What the fuck now?!"
You stride forward to the hood of your turquoise car, smashing the front door behind you. Popping the hood open, a cloud of steam blurs your vision completely.
From what it seems, something is definitely broken. Your hand lays on your hip, the other pushing your sunglasses up. You rolls your eyes, in total exhaustion, stepping back into the car to grab your phone.
...
After 15 minutes of trying to get your cellphone service to work, you gave up, sitting inside your car, skin against the heat of the leather. This deep into a town, the breeze from before has been skimmed down to a light wing of air, barely helping anything. Sweat glides down your forehead as you begin to hear the rumble of an engine coming closer.
To your luck, a big tow truck comes to a stop on the other side of the road, the driver speaking out to you:
"Hey you need help there?" The man spoke, his brown hair tucked back into a cap, as he leaned out of the car window.
You nod, letting out a deep breath.
"What does it look like genius"
"Woah okay with the attitude. Just figured you could use a lift to the repair shop downtown" Ears perked at the words, you lean over the edge of the car to him.
"In all honesty, I could" He nods, getting out of truck to hook your car in.
As you sit down in the shotgun seat of the tow truck, you notice a cigarette laid on an ashtray next to the control panel. You quickly peek through the mirror, noticing the man still busy attaching your car. Waisting no minute, you quickly suck in a breath of the smoke before shuffling it back down on the tray. Just in time, the man is back, hopping to the seat next to you.
"It's about a 5 minute drive, no worries" You nod, the man now holding the cigarette between his lips, driving with one hand. You can already imagine how long this day is going to be.
...
The five minutes in the two truck feels like forever. Heat sizzling outside, the windows cracked, smoke seeping into your nose. The man next to you told you to call him Jongho, but the rest of the ride has remained silent.
Finally, pausing in front of a small group of buildings, you notice a sign:
ATZ car service
Seemingly you’ve made it. Jongho starts backing up the truck towards what looks like a shed, the back of your car reeling in through the opened doors. Hopping out of your seat, you drag your way to the outside heat.
“Thanks again for the ride, I owe you” You speak. Jongho spits out the window before lighting a new cigarette.
“You certainly do. Mingi will give you instructions on paying later” You raise an eyebrow, but before you can ask further, Jongho has his hands on the wheel, foot to the pedal, only leaving a cloud of smoke behind.
You decide to look for this “Mingi” Jongho has advised you to go to. Eyes scanning the walls of the shed, you study your surroundings.
Tools in packs, wrenches all over, oil canisters on the floor, one window cracked, only major air source a half broken fan.
You lean over to your car, patting the hood as if to say “We will be fine.” A loud clatter cuts you off, eyes searching for a culprit.
You notice a man in the distance, chucking things into his tool box. His black hair covers his eyes, white shirt on, sleeves tucked up. His lengthy legs are covered with light washed jeans that are slightly stained with what seems like oil.
Noticing you, he shakes up his hand, walking towards you.
“You must be the one with the overheated cooling generator, am I right?” you shake your head in confusion. Reading your reaction, he continues:
“Jongho called me. I’m Mingi, I’m here to fix this car for you” Right, Mingi.
“Yes hi, I was just looking for you. My car kinda broke down while I was driving” He nods, popping open the hood of the car, looking for signs of problems.
“Were you driving really fast?” You nod, hands crossed.
“Yes I was” He lets out a sigh, leaning back to look your way.
“It seems your car was overheating as well. The weather tends to do that when you drive real fast out here” You nod. Mingis words go in through one ear and out through the next. You can’t get yourself to focus, the heat finally catching up.
“Is there like a cafe or something I can go to? I really need a drink” Mingi nods.
“Yeah there’s some drinks at the cashier building there, next to the car wash, help yourself; this might take a while”
You nod, grabbing your phone and wallet from the glove box, before walking your way to the smaller building.
The yard of the place was extensive. Over to the left, there is a line of cars, all in different conditions as well as outdoor seating for the little cafe inside.
Over to the right lays a white car, covered in soap. A blonde man is squatted next to it, from what it looks like, opening a tap. Water comes splashing out, the man spraying it on the soapy surface.
Your feet grind against the hot surface of the ground, your movements sluggish as you make your way through the yard slowly. The blonde man notices you passing by, swinging around all too fast; water comes splashing down on your body.
"Dude what the fuck!" You're startled, but in some odd way relieved. The temperature of the water is freezing, taming your heated skin. The blonde man quickly turns off the hose, and sprints to you.
"Shit I'm sorry, I forgot I had the hose on I swear" He rubs the back of his neck embarrassed, cheeks light pink, light smile flashing through. You shake your head.
"It's fine.. needed the refreshed anyhow I suppose" The man nods with a light chuckle. The moment seems a bit awkward, your body covered in cold water, in an unfamiliar place, with an unfamiliar person.
"You can ask for spare clothes inside, I'm sure Yunhos girlfriend has some stuff she leaves laying around" You nod, sparing the blonde a light smile, regardless of your deep down annoyance.
"Thanks, I'll make sure to ask. Who should I say sent me?"
"Oh right! It's Wooyoung" You give him an awkward smile and nod before turning towards the cafe. At last, your refreshment needs will get fulfilled.
You crack open the glass door, entering a room that can only be described as a very old car rental. There is a few rustic couches, a cashiers desk, a vending machine, as well as a bucket of ice with some bottles. Behind the counter stands a black haired man, looking like he's in physical pain.
Confused, but too exhausted to care, you make your way to the counter.
"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to be Yunho would you?" Yunho nods, brushing his hair back while his cheek glare red.
"That would be me yes" His hand lays flat on the counter, the other now brushing down his sweaty neck.
"You wouldn't happen to have any alcohol around here would you?"
Yunho nods, flat palm slamming against the counter as he makes an uncanny smile.
"Yeah- In the bucket over there. Some beers and ohm- limoncello"
You nod, diving down to catch a bottle of limoncello, as Yunho flies forward to lean against the counter. His behaviour confuses you a lot, but you still don't have energy to say anything.
"That would be 3,30 please"
"Your dude out there sprayed me with water. Least you can do is let me take this" Yunho glances down at your soaked shirt, nodding frantically.
"Right.. yeah just take it take two while you're at it"
You quickly grab an another bottle before making your way out the building, glaring back still processing what you just witnessed.
Passing by Wooyoung who chucks you an apologetic smile, you sigh, making way to the shed with your two limoncellos.
Mingi is leaned over the hood of the car, a wrench deep in his fist as he works on your car. He lifts off his other arm, brushing hair back off his forehead, letting a deep breath pass through his lips. You nod to him, sitting down a little stool in the corner.
"Got your drink?" He motions to the bottles in your hand.
"Can't seem to get it open though" You grit through your teeth, the bottle impossible to crack open.
Mingi pauses his work for a minute, tugging into his pocket. Out comes a bottle opener.
"Can I?" You sigh out a tired yes.
Mingi quickly pops off the lid of your drink, the sour lemon finally tingling down your throat. Mingi gives you a gentle smile, turning back to his tools.
"Would you want the other, got two for some reason" Mingi turns back to you with an appreciative look.
"Would love one actually"
Mingi sits down next to you on the ground, back against a wheel of your car. He chugs down the limoncello like water, the Adam apple bobbing on his neck with every sip. Your eyes attentive as you sip down your own, you begin to strike up a conversation.
"So how did you end up here anyway, far from home?" You sigh, remembering your earlier argument again.
You explain to Mingi the stupidity of your argument, not missing a single detail as he listens, picking back up on work while it.
"So then I was driving and blasting my music and-"
"Oh yeah I noticed the cds you got there. Sick" You furrow your brows, a glimpse of interest sparking in your eye.
"You also like Limp Bizkit?" Mingi nods with a laugh. You feel your heart bloom.
"Sure as hell I do! I'm always blasting rolling while working, unless I got company" You nod.
"People talk to you often while you work?" Mingi shakes his head.
"Not really. Sometimes they do and it's just about the car itself, and that's understandable you know. But it's not everyday you get people who are actually interested in a proper chat" He gives you a warm grin before turning back to the car.
Maybe it's the heat in the room rising or maybe it's just the alcohol burning in your system, but something shifts. Your eyes drag as Mingis arms flex when he works on your car, the slight bit of chest flashing from his unopened buttons. The way his necklaces hang down as he leans over leaves your brain spinning, completely lost in thought.
You sip down the limoncello, starting to feel the alcohol tingle in your toes, the warmth spreading in your chest. Mingi sits down next to you after a while for his second break, gulping down the rest of his drink.
“You say you don’t get many people talking to you right?” Mingi nods.
“Mm that’s right” You feel the buzz of your drink guiding your words out of your mouth;
“I mean I’m sure you get girls around here a lot though right? I mean c’mon” Mingi raises a brow, placing his empty bottle down to focus on you properly.
“Not necessarily” You’re quiet for a minute, just looking at each other as electric energy surges in the dry air.
“Huh. Would’ve guessed otherwise” You realize too late you’ve just exposed yourself completely. Mingi raises a brow, adjusting in his seat.
“Based on what exactly?” His mouth turns into a light grin, eyes trailing down your face to your lips.
“Well, you’re obviously you know” you gesture to him, motioning up and down his body.
“Tall?”
“Hot” you say at the same time.
“Shit.. Mingi I’m sorry I-“ He shakes his head.
“It’s okay. Plus- you’re not so bad yourself” You pick up your head from your hands, cheeks flushed red. Mingi gets up, dragging his hands down his legs as he does, drawing your attention to his toned thighs. shit.
“I’ll get some final tools to finish this up yeah? Stay there”
You nod as Mingi walks off to the distance. You huff out an humiliated breath, shaking your head at confusion.
….
15 minutes pass, and no Mingi. You’re starting to worry you scared him away with your remarks regardless of his answer. Then, he finally returns with some tools and a spare shirt, as well as some water bottles.
“These, are for you” he hands the items over, leaning back over to the car. You feel your cheeks burn, tummy turning.
You let out a whispered thank you, gulping down water to sorrow the embarrassment. You quickly turn your back before slipping on the borrowed black top.
Twisting back in your seat, you notice Mingi popping the car hood shut. He wipes his forehead, letting out a satisfactory sigh.
“Finally done, all good to go for now” He looks over at you before sitting down against from you on the floor.
His skin is sweaty and tan and delicious, your brain turning into a tipsy mush as he smiles at you.
“So, where were we?”
You feel heat soar in your body as Mingi lightly moves closer to you. His hand ghosts above yours that lays on the stool.
“Okay if I touch you?” You nod frantically, body begging to get closer to his. He sits closer, big hand engulfing yours under his.
“Did you mean what you said?” you whisper. Mingis eyebrows furrow a bit as he whispers back;
“Mean what?”
“The whole hot thing, about me” Mingi chuckles lightly.
“Every. word”
Your eyes lay heavy on his plump lips, seperated into a light smirk. You lick your lips, tasting the lemon on them.
“Do you usually- let hot people kiss you?” Mingi chuckles again, nodding lightly.
“In this case, yes”
You can’t wait any longer, anticipation screams in your veins as you lunge forward to crash against Mingis lips. You push back against your car, Mingi mouth hot against yours as you deepen the embrace.
Your hands are snaked around his bare neck, toying with his necklace as Mingi moves his big hand down your back. Moving his mouth off yours to breath, you lock eyes.
“We can’t do this here. Too.. public”
You nod in agreement, before pushing yourself off him, and getting up to rush open the backseat door.Mingi gets up slowly, intrigued as he grins at you with a question look.
“What you got in mind there?”
“Get in.” You almost growl as you lightly push him back onto the seats. A laugh bubbles from Mingis chest as he props himseld up with his elbows.
You go to pull on the hood of the car, closing you and Mingi into the comfort of the backseat, tucked away from the rest of the yard.
“Better?” you ask as you glide your hand down Mingis chest.
“For sure” He grins, tugging you a bit closer to his face, lips eager for more of your lemony taste.
Your tongue makes contact with his, the wetness dripping down your chin, staining your brand new shirt. Mingis hands are now skimming down your back, trailing past your back dimples, sliding into the back pockets of your shorts.
“This okay?” he murmus into your ear, placing a soft kiss on the shell. You nod with a light whimper, nails digging into the button of his white shirt. As you succesfully pop one open, you let your fingers draw circles on the newly exposed skin, fingertips ghosting his nipples.
Mingi groans against your neck as he kneads the soft skin of your ass through your shorts. You let yourself remove your hands off his chest, instead pulling off your shirt, only leaving you in a bikini top. You can see Mingi hold himself back, lip tucked between his teeth as he watches you above him.
“Cat got your tongue?” You giggle as you brush up against his chest again. Mingi grins, fingers digging into your skin.
“You’re so beautiful”
Mingi sits up under you, flipping you over lightly so your head lays against the door, his bigger body hovering yours. Lips attacking your neck, you grab onto him, moaning out of the sensation.
“Shh baby we have to be quiet, can’t let anyone know were here yeah? That okay?” Mingi whispers into your ear, a light kiss placing down after.
You nod, biting down your next moan as you grind up against him. Your hands snake down his chest to the hem of his jeans, tugging with pleading eyes. Mingi chuckles a bit, placing a kiss on your chest before looking up at you.
“You sure that’s what you want?” You groan against his mouth as you lean forward to him.
“More than anything else. Please”
Mingi nods, sitting up a bit to adjust his jeans, slipping them down just enough for his hard on to slip out, the tip already drenched in precum.
“Didn’t know you can get that hard in jeans that tight” You remark as you glance at his length, taken aback by the pure size of it. Mingi chuckles a bit as he sloppily strokes himself.
“Crazy enough. Does kinda hurt though” You nod, biting down on your lip as you watch Mingi work on himself. His eyes pin on yours, his pure stare enough to get you impatient.
You pull your hands down to your shorts, slipping them off quickly. Mingi glances down at your heat, the pure wetness of you visible through clothes as he lets out a deep groan.
“That wet for me huh?” You nod while grinning at him, opening your bikini bottoms from the side straps, exposing yourself properly to his gaze.
“Shit doll.. you’re perfect” Mingi lets his other hand slip down to carress your folds, making your back arch. His other hand strokes himself a bit more before locking his eyes to you again, leaning forward to hover your face.
“You fully sure? We can still stop” You shake your head as your eyebrows furrow.
“Mingi please- just fuck me”
It doesn’t take much more then that for him, Mingi softly placing himself between your lips, pushing in at a slow pace. You hold your hand up to your mouth to muffle the moan that begs to slip out. Mingis pace is gentle, letting you adjust to the stretch he's causing you. As he bottoms out in you, you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.
"All good?" You nod.
"More.. please" Mingi grins at you, nodding, as he starts to move in you with a sharper pace, digging in for that sweet spot. His cock hugs tight against your damp walls.
Mingis mouth latches onto your neck, peppering your skin with dark patches, nibbling on the skin. Your hands pull on his black hair, pulling him closer if possible.
“Doing so well for me” Mingi coos against your neck, licking a stripe up it as he pistons deeper into you, your thighs pressed up against his chest.
The coil in your stomach is tightening fast, the hot pleassure burning deep inside. Mingi lets his other hand slip down spin sharp circles on your clit, making you bite down onto your hand, holding back a scream.
”Close?” Mingi asks, his voice a dark whisper. You nod, eyes pleading out to him as he keeps his pace; deviously deep. Mingi focuses a lot more pressure on your swollen clit, taking turns spinning and going up and down on it, reaching for your ultimate release. His own hips start to stutter as you whimper our his name, eyes pushed shut.
”Mingi-” You yelp out a sharp moan, his chains hanging over you as he thrusts into your desperate pussy.
”Yeah? Gonna cum with me?” You nod swiftly, nails leaving crescent shapes down his shoulders as you tug against the tan skin.
Mingi bites down a whimper as his hips stutter against you, causing you to tighten around him. The sensation is enough to push you both over the edge of no return, white painting behind your eyes as you let out a deep sigh.
You hold onto Mingi as he flips you over so you’re sat on his lap, face buried into his chest. He pulls out slowly, kissing your forehead softly after. Mingis hand guides your hair out of your face as he grants you a smile.
”Feel good?” You nodded, feeling fucked out.
”If you want, we can take the car to my house? You can get a shower and some rest there before can I drive you home.” Your cheeks burn red as your hand caresses his chest.
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