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This page will never be SFW! I re/blog majority NSFW content! Im new to Atiny/ Writiny NOT the internet.
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I am in the process of going through as much as I can and will ofc miss some, but the point stands that if I check a like/reblog randomly and its blank,ageless, or a minor you're gone.
A bit of reality for a second I just domed for the first time, like actually, I thought it all existed only in fiction but I managed to find a sub on accident.
A little update on this, when I said that I meant through text, I actually did dom this man irl yesterday and itsg hes not real and it was straight out of a fanfic
A bit of reality for a second I just domed for the first time, like actually, I thought it all existed only in fiction but I managed to find a sub on accident.
thoughts are being thinked.. whiny joong
thinking about whiny hongjoong
contains : possessiveness, dirty talk, handjob, begging, praising, edging, creampie :)
whiny!hongjoong - “you’ve been gone for so long,” he sulks, even though it was twenty minutes. his hands find your waist possessively. “need to make up for lost time.”
whiny!hongjoong - “i’ve been thinking about this all day,” he moans, already trembling. “couldn’t focus on anything else, just needed to be inside you.”
whiny!hongjoong - after a long day, hongjoong plops beside you, tugging at your shirt. you slide your hand into his pants, squeezing his throbbing length before he could even say anything, making him moan and writhe, his whines turning to gasps as you jerk him off slowly.
whiny!hongjoong - “fuck, i’m close,” hongjoong whimpers desperately, trembling. “please let me, I’ve been so patient, please, i need~” he gasps as you continue to stroke his length.
whiny!hongjoong - his fingers dig into your hips while he whines about how tight you feel, how he can’t last, how good your pussy is.
whiny!hongjoong - “use me,” hongjoong begs, voice wrecked. “however you want, just please touch me, I’ll take anything you give me.”
whiny!hongjoong - “gonna make me come just like this,” he gasps, voice breaking into desperate moans as you grind on him. “i’m really gonna….fuuuck~” he cries as he spills his seed.
whiny!hongjoong - hongjoong can’t stop the pathetic moans spilling from his lips as you ride him slowly, torturously, ignoring his pleas to go faster.
Oh Shes throbbing thankssss
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✧. push your buttons like a console - song mingi
pairing: bestfriend!mingi x reader genre: smut, friends-to-lovers, tension, porn-with-plot rating: 18+ , MINORS DNI
wc: 3k
summary: your best friend's sounds spark something in you you can’t hold back. when he hears you, everything changes — and the boy who’s always been sweet to you for years shows just how long he’s been waiting.
warnings: voice kink, masturbation (f!solo), reader touching herself while on call, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, light face-fucking, hair pulling, dominance tone, dirty talk, wall sex, penetration, creampie implication, mutual confessions during sex, mutual pining. prob more but i forget.
notes: special fic requested by @lostwildestchild <3 thank u for the idea i rlly hope u enjoy!!
do not copy, translate, repost, or claim my writing as your own
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SMUT BELOW THE CUT
you and mingi were best friends.. at least that's what you thought you guys were.
you couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that the both of you had some sort of connection. something. surely you guys would tell everyone you two were just best friends, but it felt as if deep down the both of you knew you had something for each other.
you guys never talked about it before though. in fact, it was never brought up. you had been mingi's friend for so long, the constant flirting and teasing with each other almost felt normal.
which brings you here to your current state. it was late at night, and you were on the phone with him. talking and calling him had become a part of your routine at this point, it was nothing new. you loved it.
most importantly, you loved his voice.
it was deep, soothing to the ears. you couldn't get enough of it. you could spend hours listening to him talk to you without blurting out a single word yourself.
you were laying in bed while face timing him, looking at his pretty face while he yapped to you about some new game he had bought.
"it's super fun. you have to come over and play it with me some time. it's multiplayer. i'm sure you'd love it" he said to you with an excited expression. mingi had always loved playing video games. he bought any of the ones he could get his hands on.
"of course, i'm pretty sure i'm free this weekend. i could definitely come over" you responded.
"ACTUALLY actually i have an idea. i could show you some gameplay of it right now" he quickly jumped out of his bed, over to where his console and gaming set up was, making you follow him by taking his phone with him.
"you're such a nerd" you tease him, giggling. he had his black glasses on, which made the whole thing much more amusing.
"hey.. you'll understand once you play it" he huffed, turning on his set up.
he brought his phone next to a stand that was next to where he was, setting it up so that you could get a good view of him and his screen.
the game started, but you weren't watching the pixels. your eyes were glued to his hands. his long, slender fingers flew across the controller, pressing onto the buttons intensively. you could hear the thudthudthudthud sounds coming from your phone. it was mesmerizing.
then.. came his sounds.
it wasn't on purpose. at first, they were just small, sharp exhales of effort. but as the game intensified, so did he.
a low, frustrated grunt came out of his chest when a move didn't land in the game. multiple "ha!" sounds left from him whenever he took down an opponent.
each noise was a vibration, a hum that seemed to bypass your ears and go straight to your core. his voice, usually a smooth, deep, comforting melody was now rough, edged with a growl that made your thighs clench together.
"see? look at the graphics on this thing. they're insane" he was saying, his voice excited.
"mhmmm" you hummed. you weren't looking at the details. your eyes locked with the sight of the way his thumb circled the analog stick, his hand gripping the controller.
"you listening?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"yeah, yeah, the graphics are… great," you breathed, your thighs pressing together
"shit.." you thought to yourself. you told yourself to stop. this was mingi. your best friend. you were supposed to be listening to him talk about the game, not imagining what that voice, those hands of his could possibly do to you.
but the ache was already building up inside of you. a slow, insistent throb between your legs that were demanding attention.
you bit your lip, your breath hitching as he let out a particularly rough groan after a near-miss.
"fuck, that was close" he muttered, more to himself than to you, his brow furrowed in concentration.
that was it. that was your breaking point.
your hand, as if it had a mind of its own, slid down the front of your pj's.
"i'll... just relieve some pressure" you told yourself. "a quick, innocent touch"
but the moment your fingers brushed against your clothed clit, a jolt of pleasure shot through you so intense you nearly gasped out loud.
you were already so wet, so sensitive. you circled the bundle of nerves through the fabric, your eyes glued to the screen, watching his hands.
every click, every grunt, every low rumble from his chest fueled you. you were being so careful, or so you thought. you kept your breathing steady, your responses to his comments short.
"did you see that? that's a special move right there. i'll teach you when you come over!" he said, a smug note in his voice.
"wow, you're so good at the game already.." you managed, your voice a little shaky as you slipped your fingers past the barrier of your underwear. the direct contact made you gasp silently. you were slick, aching for more.
you pressed two fingers against your entrance, teasing yourself, hips rolling in tiny, desperate circles to match with the rhythm of his hands on the controller.
he was in the final stretch of the level, the music swelling dramatically. the sounds coming from him were nonstop now. a string of curses, low grunts, and harsh breaths.
"come on, come on! fuck. you son of a bitch" he snarled, and the raw aggression in his voice sent a wave of arousal straight into you. you couldn't stop the noise that escaped your lips.
it wasn't a gasp. it wasn't a moan. it was a high, breathy whimper. loud.
suddenly, all sound from his end stopped. the frantic clicking of his controller paused. on the screen, his little character stood motionless and was promptly killed. but he didn't care.
his head quickly turned to his phone that was placed next to him. his eyes wide, glasses slightly crooked. the intense focus of his was gone, replaced by a sharp, knowing look
"what was that?" he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.
"nothing!" you squeaked, snatching your hand away "i just... stubbed.. my toe"
he didn't buy it for a second.
"you've been laying down this entire time" his eyes narrowed.
you were speechless "well, i—"
he watched you squirm, a slow smirk spreading across his lips.
"you've been weirdly quiet over there. and now.. that?" he paused, letting the accusation hang in the air.
"were you touching yourself?"
your silence was all the answer he needed.
he let out a soft, dark chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
"well now," his voice dropped low "isn't that interesting"
he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his messy hair, his eyes never leaving yours through the screen. he could feel his pants tightening.
"tell me something," he continued, his voice somehow casual as if he didn't just caught you fucking yourself to his voice.
"if i were to get in my car right now.. and drive over there. would you let me in?"
your breath paused completely. "mingi.."
"just answer the question," he commanded softly. "would you open the door for me?"
you couldn't speak.
the call ended. you were left staring at your own blank screen, fuck. what did i just do!? your heart hammered against your ribs. he knew. oh god. he knew.
panic warred with dizzying anticipation. you tripped out of bed, trying to smooth your hair and your clothes. you were a mess, and you knew he was about to see you.
five minutes. ten minutes. it felt like an eternity. then, you heard it. the sound of a car door closing outside of your building. a moment later, the faint jingle of keys in the hallway. you had completely forgotten mingi had a spare pair of keys to your apartment that you trusted him with. your entire body went rigid.
the lock on your door turned, then he stepped inside, closing it slowly behind him. he didn't say a word. he stood there for a moment, his eyes finding yours in the dim light of your apartment.
he kicked off his shoes, shrugging off his jacket. then he was moving, crossing the room in three long strides until he was right in front of you.
"mingi, i— i'm— sorry. it's just that. shit. it's—" you started, but he cut you off.
"shut up"
well somethings never get old.
his voice. fuck, his voice though. it didn't even hurt your feelings like any other persons first reaction would've been. it turned you on. what the hell was in the air? were you ovulating?
his eyes, low and intimidating, held yours captive. the air crackled between you, thick with everything left unsaid until tonight. he took a slow step closer, his gaze locked on yours, and the world seemed to shrink to just the space between your bodies.
you felt your knees become weak as he leaned in, his face so close to yours you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. he didn't touch you, not yet. he just tilted his head, his lips hovering near the column of your throat. he closed his eyes and inhaled, a deep, deliberate breath, as if he were trying to memorize the very scent of your desire for him.
"so that's what that was. all that time on the phone. you weren't just listening to me were you.
he finally opened his eyes.
"you were getting off on it. i could hear it in your voice. i just didn't know.. i could smell it too."
his voice purred against your skin. you were frozen.
"w— what?" you finally choked out.
"mhm" he pulled back just enough to look straight at you.
"all worked up and needy. is that what you are? needy for me?"
the pet name. baby. and it was coming out of HIS mouth. it was like a switch being flipped. you swore you could feel yourself getting even wetter, you had to physically bite your tongue to stop a whimper from escaping your mouth.
his eyes, sharp and observant, caught the tiny movement.
"oh, you like that too don't you?" he chuckled "you like it when i talk to you like this? all sweet in your ear?"
you could only manage a frantic nod, your hands clutching at the hem of your shirt to stop them from reaching out for him.
"use words, sweetheart. i wanna hear you."
he knew damn well what he was doing.
"yes" you said in a breathy tone, the word sounding desperate and pathetic even to your own ears. "yes i do. i love it mingi"
"i know you do" he smirked, taking another step forward until his chest was against yours.
"you like it so much you were fucking yourself to it on the phone. rubbing that pretty little clit of yours while i was talking about some stupid game."
your face burned with shame, but it was overshadowed by a pulsing need. his words were filthy, but the way he said them, in that hyptonic tone, just made you want him more.
"since you love my voice so much" he murmured, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking the bottom lip.
"why don't you put that mouth to better use? get on your knees for me, baby"
your knees buckled instantly, and you sank to the floor infront of him, the plush rug of your living room a soft cushion for your knees. you looked up at him, your wide eyes meeting his.
he looked down at you, his expression of pure lust. he ran his thumb over your lip again.
"so, so pretty" he then hooked it inside of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
"yeah that's it baby" he groaned "you're gonna be so good for me, aren't you?"
he let go of your face to undo his jeans, the sound of his zipper echoing in the silent room. he pulled himself out, your mouth wide in shock at the sight of it. he had been hard already, he was so hard, thick, and heavy. the tip flushed and leaking.
"go on," he urged "show me how much you missed your best friend" he teased you, your eyes widened at the statement. you were about to give your best friend head.
you leaned forward, taking him into your mouth with a desperate moan around his length. the weight of him on your tongue, the taste of his pre-cum. you hallowed your cheeks, taking him as deep as you could, your hands coming up to grip his thighs for support.
"fuck... look at you baby" his hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements.
"so eager. taking me so well. you really are a slut aren't you? my very own slut"
you felt your wet cunt throb at his words. you could feel yourself dripping, the ache between your legs becoming almost painful. you needed more.
without breaking rhythm, you slipped one of your hands down the front of your pants, your fingers finding your slick, swollen clit. you circled it, matching the pace of your mouth on his cock.
a sharp, loud moan ripped from mingi's throat.
"oh, you're serious? you're really touching yourself right now while sucking my dick?" he looked up, his neck and adam's apple so visible. "shit.. that's so fucking hot"
his praise made you bolder. you moaned around him, the vibration against his dick making his hips stutter. he started to move then, fucking into your mouth with slow, deep thrusts. each time he hit the back of your throat, he'd let out a low moan that went straight to your cunt.
"god, your mouth feels so fucking good" he panted, his grip on your hair tightening.
"you like that? you like hearing me moan don't you? like knowing you're the only one making me sound like this?"
you moaned again, a desperate sound, your fingers working faster against your clit. you were so close, the feeling building up inside of you, tightening more and more with every one of his groans, every filthy word that fell from his lips.
"yeah, that's it. rub that little pussy for me. come on baby, cum for me. i wanna feel you moan around my cock when you do"
not even a second later, your orgasm crashed into you. a blinding wave of pleasure that made your whole body tremble. you cried out, the sound muffled by his length, your pussy throbbing around your own fingers.
"fuck... fuck yes" his hips bucked wildly as your moan sent him over the edge. with one final thrust, hitting the back of your throat, he spilled down your throat. you swallowed all of it, milking him for every last drop until he was shuddering and pulling away.
he looked down at you, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and wild. before you could even catch your breath, he brought you up from the floor, his mouth crashing down on yours in a possessive kiss.
he spun you around, pressing you against the cool surface living room wall. he kicked your legs apart with his knee, his hands roughly yanking your pants and underwear down to your ankles.
"i'm not done with you yet baby" he panted against your ears, his voice filled with desire. "i've needed you for the longest time. you don't know how many times i've gotten hard just from listening to you. from looking at you"
"you're gonna get all of me"
he lined himself up at your dripping cunt, and with one, hard, deep thrust, he was buried inside you. you both cried out at the sudden pleasure.
"shit baby.. you're so wet" he grunted, setting a pace, his hips snapping against yours.
"all this for me? for me baby?"
"yes— fuck mingi! yes" you sobbed, your hands flat against the wall as he fucked into you relentlessly. "only for you mingi"
"who's making you feel this good, hmm? who's got you crying from how good it feels" his hand slid down your body, finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
"you! you are— oh god, you are!"
"who's the only one who can make you this wet baby?"
"you mingi! only you— i love you, i love you—"
the last confession slipped out, a raw, desperate plea in the heat of the moment. his hips started fucking you harder than before, his mouth latching onto the side of your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin.
"say it again" he commanded, his voice a strained, desperate rasp.
"i love you mingi" you moaned out, your second orgasm building up stronger than the first.
"fuck mingi— i love you—"
he came with a loud, raw shout of your name, his hips stuttering into you as he filled you up with his cum. your own orgasm followed immediately, a powerful consuming release that left you in oblivion.
he collapsed against you, his weight pinning you to the wall, both of you breathing heavily. your pussy left throbbing in the aftermath. for a long moment, the only sound was your breaths in the quiet room.
then, he slowly pulled out, turning you around to face him. he gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. his eyes were soft now, the dominance in his eyes before replaced by something warm and tender.
"hi," he whispered, a small, shy smile playing on his lips.
this man just fucked the brains out of you, and the first thing he says is hi in the most innocent voice ever.
"hi," you whispered back, your voice hoarse.
"you okay?" his voice back to its normal, deep, comforting tone. it still made your heart flutter, but now it was mixed with something else. something softer.
you nodded, leaning into his touch. "yeah. i'm.. more than okay."
"good" a small, genuine smile graced his lips. he leaned in to press a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead.
"because i'm never letting you go now"
✧. push your buttons like a console - song mingi
pairing: bestfriend!mingi x reader genre: smut, friends-to-lovers, tension, porn-with-plot rating: 18+ , MINORS DNI
wc: 3k
summary: your best friend's sounds spark something in you you can’t hold back. when he hears you, everything changes — and the boy who’s always been sweet to you for years shows just how long he’s been waiting.
warnings: voice kink, masturbation (f!solo), reader touching herself while on call, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, light face-fucking, hair pulling, dominance tone, dirty talk, wall sex, penetration, creampie implication, mutual confessions during sex, mutual pining. prob more but i forget.
notes: special fic requested by @lostwildestchild <3 thank u for the idea i rlly hope u enjoy!!
do not copy, translate, repost, or claim my writing as your own
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SMUT BELOW THE CUT
you and mingi were best friends.. at least that's what you thought you guys were.
you couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that the both of you had some sort of connection. something. surely you guys would tell everyone you two were just best friends, but it felt as if deep down the both of you knew you had something for each other.
you guys never talked about it before though. in fact, it was never brought up. you had been mingi's friend for so long, the constant flirting and teasing with each other almost felt normal.
which brings you here to your current state. it was late at night, and you were on the phone with him. talking and calling him had become a part of your routine at this point, it was nothing new. you loved it.
most importantly, you loved his voice.
it was deep, soothing to the ears. you couldn't get enough of it. you could spend hours listening to him talk to you without blurting out a single word yourself.
you were laying in bed while face timing him, looking at his pretty face while he yapped to you about some new game he had bought.
"it's super fun. you have to come over and play it with me some time. it's multiplayer. i'm sure you'd love it" he said to you with an excited expression. mingi had always loved playing video games. he bought any of the ones he could get his hands on.
"of course, i'm pretty sure i'm free this weekend. i could definitely come over" you responded.
"ACTUALLY actually i have an idea. i could show you some gameplay of it right now" he quickly jumped out of his bed, over to where his console and gaming set up was, making you follow him by taking his phone with him.
"you're such a nerd" you tease him, giggling. he had his black glasses on, which made the whole thing much more amusing.
"hey.. you'll understand once you play it" he huffed, turning on his set up.
he brought his phone next to a stand that was next to where he was, setting it up so that you could get a good view of him and his screen.
the game started, but you weren't watching the pixels. your eyes were glued to his hands. his long, slender fingers flew across the controller, pressing onto the buttons intensively. you could hear the thudthudthudthud sounds coming from your phone. it was mesmerizing.
then.. came his sounds.
it wasn't on purpose. at first, they were just small, sharp exhales of effort. but as the game intensified, so did he.
a low, frustrated grunt came out of his chest when a move didn't land in the game. multiple "ha!" sounds left from him whenever he took down an opponent.
each noise was a vibration, a hum that seemed to bypass your ears and go straight to your core. his voice, usually a smooth, deep, comforting melody was now rough, edged with a growl that made your thighs clench together.
"see? look at the graphics on this thing. they're insane" he was saying, his voice excited.
"mhmmm" you hummed. you weren't looking at the details. your eyes locked with the sight of the way his thumb circled the analog stick, his hand gripping the controller.
"you listening?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"yeah, yeah, the graphics are… great," you breathed, your thighs pressing together
"shit.." you thought to yourself. you told yourself to stop. this was mingi. your best friend. you were supposed to be listening to him talk about the game, not imagining what that voice, those hands of his could possibly do to you.
but the ache was already building up inside of you. a slow, insistent throb between your legs that were demanding attention.
you bit your lip, your breath hitching as he let out a particularly rough groan after a near-miss.
"fuck, that was close" he muttered, more to himself than to you, his brow furrowed in concentration.
that was it. that was your breaking point.
your hand, as if it had a mind of its own, slid down the front of your pj's.
"i'll... just relieve some pressure" you told yourself. "a quick, innocent touch"
but the moment your fingers brushed against your clothed clit, a jolt of pleasure shot through you so intense you nearly gasped out loud.
you were already so wet, so sensitive. you circled the bundle of nerves through the fabric, your eyes glued to the screen, watching his hands.
every click, every grunt, every low rumble from his chest fueled you. you were being so careful, or so you thought. you kept your breathing steady, your responses to his comments short.
"did you see that? that's a special move right there. i'll teach you when you come over!" he said, a smug note in his voice.
"wow, you're so good at the game already.." you managed, your voice a little shaky as you slipped your fingers past the barrier of your underwear. the direct contact made you gasp silently. you were slick, aching for more.
you pressed two fingers against your entrance, teasing yourself, hips rolling in tiny, desperate circles to match with the rhythm of his hands on the controller.
he was in the final stretch of the level, the music swelling dramatically. the sounds coming from him were nonstop now. a string of curses, low grunts, and harsh breaths.
"come on, come on! fuck. you son of a bitch" he snarled, and the raw aggression in his voice sent a wave of arousal straight into you. you couldn't stop the noise that escaped your lips.
it wasn't a gasp. it wasn't a moan. it was a high, breathy whimper. loud.
suddenly, all sound from his end stopped. the frantic clicking of his controller paused. on the screen, his little character stood motionless and was promptly killed. but he didn't care.
his head quickly turned to his phone that was placed next to him. his eyes wide, glasses slightly crooked. the intense focus of his was gone, replaced by a sharp, knowing look
"what was that?" he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.
"nothing!" you squeaked, snatching your hand away "i just... stubbed.. my toe"
he didn't buy it for a second.
"you've been laying down this entire time" his eyes narrowed.
you were speechless "well, i—"
he watched you squirm, a slow smirk spreading across his lips.
"you've been weirdly quiet over there. and now.. that?" he paused, letting the accusation hang in the air.
"were you touching yourself?"
your silence was all the answer he needed.
he let out a soft, dark chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
"well now," his voice dropped low "isn't that interesting"
he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his messy hair, his eyes never leaving yours through the screen. he could feel his pants tightening.
"tell me something," he continued, his voice somehow casual as if he didn't just caught you fucking yourself to his voice.
"if i were to get in my car right now.. and drive over there. would you let me in?"
your breath paused completely. "mingi.."
"just answer the question," he commanded softly. "would you open the door for me?"
you couldn't speak.
the call ended. you were left staring at your own blank screen, fuck. what did i just do!? your heart hammered against your ribs. he knew. oh god. he knew.
panic warred with dizzying anticipation. you tripped out of bed, trying to smooth your hair and your clothes. you were a mess, and you knew he was about to see you.
five minutes. ten minutes. it felt like an eternity. then, you heard it. the sound of a car door closing outside of your building. a moment later, the faint jingle of keys in the hallway. you had completely forgotten mingi had a spare pair of keys to your apartment that you trusted him with. your entire body went rigid.
the lock on your door turned, then he stepped inside, closing it slowly behind him. he didn't say a word. he stood there for a moment, his eyes finding yours in the dim light of your apartment.
he kicked off his shoes, shrugging off his jacket. then he was moving, crossing the room in three long strides until he was right in front of you.
"mingi, i— i'm— sorry. it's just that. shit. it's—" you started, but he cut you off.
"shut up"
well somethings never get old.
his voice. fuck, his voice though. it didn't even hurt your feelings like any other persons first reaction would've been. it turned you on. what the hell was in the air? were you ovulating?
his eyes, low and intimidating, held yours captive. the air crackled between you, thick with everything left unsaid until tonight. he took a slow step closer, his gaze locked on yours, and the world seemed to shrink to just the space between your bodies.
you felt your knees become weak as he leaned in, his face so close to yours you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. he didn't touch you, not yet. he just tilted his head, his lips hovering near the column of your throat. he closed his eyes and inhaled, a deep, deliberate breath, as if he were trying to memorize the very scent of your desire for him.
"so that's what that was. all that time on the phone. you weren't just listening to me were you.
he finally opened his eyes.
"you were getting off on it. i could hear it in your voice. i just didn't know.. i could smell it too."
his voice purred against your skin. you were frozen.
"w— what?" you finally choked out.
"mhm" he pulled back just enough to look straight at you.
"all worked up and needy. is that what you are? needy for me?"
the pet name. baby. and it was coming out of HIS mouth. it was like a switch being flipped. you swore you could feel yourself getting even wetter, you had to physically bite your tongue to stop a whimper from escaping your mouth.
his eyes, sharp and observant, caught the tiny movement.
"oh, you like that too don't you?" he chuckled "you like it when i talk to you like this? all sweet in your ear?"
you could only manage a frantic nod, your hands clutching at the hem of your shirt to stop them from reaching out for him.
"use words, sweetheart. i wanna hear you."
he knew damn well what he was doing.
"yes" you said in a breathy tone, the word sounding desperate and pathetic even to your own ears. "yes i do. i love it mingi"
"i know you do" he smirked, taking another step forward until his chest was against yours.
"you like it so much you were fucking yourself to it on the phone. rubbing that pretty little clit of yours while i was talking about some stupid game."
your face burned with shame, but it was overshadowed by a pulsing need. his words were filthy, but the way he said them, in that hyptonic tone, just made you want him more.
"since you love my voice so much" he murmured, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking the bottom lip.
"why don't you put that mouth to better use? get on your knees for me, baby"
your knees buckled instantly, and you sank to the floor infront of him, the plush rug of your living room a soft cushion for your knees. you looked up at him, your wide eyes meeting his.
he looked down at you, his expression of pure lust. he ran his thumb over your lip again.
"so, so pretty" he then hooked it inside of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
"yeah that's it baby" he groaned "you're gonna be so good for me, aren't you?"
he let go of your face to undo his jeans, the sound of his zipper echoing in the silent room. he pulled himself out, your mouth wide in shock at the sight of it. he had been hard already, he was so hard, thick, and heavy. the tip flushed and leaking.
"go on," he urged "show me how much you missed your best friend" he teased you, your eyes widened at the statement. you were about to give your best friend head.
you leaned forward, taking him into your mouth with a desperate moan around his length. the weight of him on your tongue, the taste of his pre-cum. you hallowed your cheeks, taking him as deep as you could, your hands coming up to grip his thighs for support.
"fuck... look at you baby" his hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements.
"so eager. taking me so well. you really are a slut aren't you? my very own slut"
you felt your wet cunt throb at his words. you could feel yourself dripping, the ache between your legs becoming almost painful. you needed more.
without breaking rhythm, you slipped one of your hands down the front of your pants, your fingers finding your slick, swollen clit. you circled it, matching the pace of your mouth on his cock.
a sharp, loud moan ripped from mingi's throat.
"oh, you're serious? you're really touching yourself right now while sucking my dick?" he looked up, his neck and adam's apple so visible. "shit.. that's so fucking hot"
his praise made you bolder. you moaned around him, the vibration against his dick making his hips stutter. he started to move then, fucking into your mouth with slow, deep thrusts. each time he hit the back of your throat, he'd let out a low moan that went straight to your cunt.
"god, your mouth feels so fucking good" he panted, his grip on your hair tightening.
"you like that? you like hearing me moan don't you? like knowing you're the only one making me sound like this?"
you moaned again, a desperate sound, your fingers working faster against your clit. you were so close, the feeling building up inside of you, tightening more and more with every one of his groans, every filthy word that fell from his lips.
"yeah, that's it. rub that little pussy for me. come on baby, cum for me. i wanna feel you moan around my cock when you do"
not even a second later, your orgasm crashed into you. a blinding wave of pleasure that made your whole body tremble. you cried out, the sound muffled by his length, your pussy throbbing around your own fingers.
"fuck... fuck yes" his hips bucked wildly as your moan sent him over the edge. with one final thrust, hitting the back of your throat, he spilled down your throat. you swallowed all of it, milking him for every last drop until he was shuddering and pulling away.
he looked down at you, his chest heaving, his eyes dark and wild. before you could even catch your breath, he brought you up from the floor, his mouth crashing down on yours in a possessive kiss.
he spun you around, pressing you against the cool surface living room wall. he kicked your legs apart with his knee, his hands roughly yanking your pants and underwear down to your ankles.
"i'm not done with you yet baby" he panted against your ears, his voice filled with desire. "i've needed you for the longest time. you don't know how many times i've gotten hard just from listening to you. from looking at you"
"you're gonna get all of me"
he lined himself up at your dripping cunt, and with one, hard, deep thrust, he was buried inside you. you both cried out at the sudden pleasure.
"shit baby.. you're so wet" he grunted, setting a pace, his hips snapping against yours.
"all this for me? for me baby?"
"yes— fuck mingi! yes" you sobbed, your hands flat against the wall as he fucked into you relentlessly. "only for you mingi"
"who's making you feel this good, hmm? who's got you crying from how good it feels" his hand slid down your body, finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
"you! you are— oh god, you are!"
"who's the only one who can make you this wet baby?"
"you mingi! only you— i love you, i love you—"
the last confession slipped out, a raw, desperate plea in the heat of the moment. his hips started fucking you harder than before, his mouth latching onto the side of your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin.
"say it again" he commanded, his voice a strained, desperate rasp.
"i love you mingi" you moaned out, your second orgasm building up stronger than the first.
"fuck mingi— i love you—"
he came with a loud, raw shout of your name, his hips stuttering into you as he filled you up with his cum. your own orgasm followed immediately, a powerful consuming release that left you in oblivion.
he collapsed against you, his weight pinning you to the wall, both of you breathing heavily. your pussy left throbbing in the aftermath. for a long moment, the only sound was your breaths in the quiet room.
then, he slowly pulled out, turning you around to face him. he gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. his eyes were soft now, the dominance in his eyes before replaced by something warm and tender.
"hi," he whispered, a small, shy smile playing on his lips.
this man just fucked the brains out of you, and the first thing he says is hi in the most innocent voice ever.
"hi," you whispered back, your voice hoarse.
"you okay?" his voice back to its normal, deep, comforting tone. it still made your heart flutter, but now it was mixed with something else. something softer.
you nodded, leaning into his touch. "yeah. i'm.. more than okay."
"good" a small, genuine smile graced his lips. he leaned in to press a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead.
"because i'm never letting you go now"
Freak on cam Mingi x f!reader
♪‧₊˚ wish you were here right now, all of the things i’d do ⊹˚
synopsis: Mingi is away on tour all winter. You call daily, but this time he's got a plan and nothing will stop him.
warnings. nsfw 18+ phone sex, lowk voice kink (yk me), established relationship, long distance, daddy kink (once again yk me), pwp / porn w minimal plot, dom!mingi, f & m masturbation, nicknames (baby, doll, princess, babe..)
wc. 1.6k
an. guess who has been listening to too much Doja cat? yes me! so here is a fic based on cyber sex cus I can xx not proofread! taglist: @t0zsu @joongnoodle
The sheets are brushing your skin lightly as you settle down into your comfort zone: your bed. You and your boyfriend's bed to be fair. He's not home though.
It's night for you, past midnight. The snow is falling outside like feathers painting the otherwise bland landscape. Your computer burning your thighs through the blanket, you shift in your seat impatiently. Waiting for that familiar call sound to ring your ears.
Your boyfriend, Mingi, is away on tour often, so you have gotten used to that noice very well by now. Not ever has he been away all of December before though. You've been missing him more than ever, these calls being your only saving grace.
As you lean over to grab your drink, the high pitched ringtone rings in the otherwise quiet room. Pressing down the button swiftly, you adjust in your seat in anticipation. Mingis familiar face pops up on your screen, and you finally feel a bit lighter again.
"There's my favourite girl! Hi baby" Mingis voice enthusiastic.
"Hey Ming, missed you" you softly smile at him through the screen. Mingi nods in agreement, taking a sip of his drink.
"Miss you too angel. Whatchu been up to today? Tell me everything"
You give Mingi a rundown on your busy day at work, afternoon coffee with your friends, evening relaxing in the shower. Mingi is attentive, noting on everything you say. You're truly trying to make this long distance work for now, no matter how difficult times get.
As Mingi explains about the show of the night, explaining on about the crowds energy and the funny gags with the boys behind the scenes, your mind starts to travel.
Mingis in his hotel room in his aftershow gear, which varies per day on your calls. Today's outfit consists of a white sleeveless shirt as well as a pair of some grey sweatpants. Your eyes scan his body as Mingi continues on about his day.
It seems he's picking up on it though. As you shake yourself back to reality, Mingi is paused, like he just asked something.
"I'm sorry what did you say, I couldn't hear because of the connection" Mingis eyebrow rises, him sitting back like he's calculating his next move.
"I was just asking about what you thought of the show, but I've got a better question for you, or well, more like a suggestion" Now it's your turn to be confused, eyebrows raised in question.
"What'd you have in mind babe?" Mingi chuckles to himself, amused. He's up to some major mischief you can tell. He goes to adjust his camera, panning back so you can see him properly.
You swallow heavily, trying to keep your focus on what Mingi is saying to you, but to not much success. Him sitting back down on his chair, spreading just that enough for his tummy to flash quickly, showing off his happy trail. Mingis hands carries over his thighs as he settles down, noting your eyes wandering. He can always tell.
"Since your mind certainly seems to be elsewhere, I figured we could try something.. new" Mingis tone has some definite implications, making heat flush to your cheeks.
“Yeah? What’d you got in mind Ming?” Mingi smirks, his hands gliding on his thighs, now closer to his upper stomach.
”Answer me this first, what is it you miss most about me?”
”Everything.” Mingi rolls his eyes grinning at your bland answer.
”Well I’ll be more specific then. Something I miss a lot at night especially is being in bed with you, deep in that perfect pussy of yours” Mingis words have your cheeks burning up, the heat reaching between your thighs too.
Shifting again in his seat, you finally take notice to how Mingi keeps adjusting the front seam of his sweats. As his hand places down on his lap, your interest is peaking. Eyes glancing up and down from his hand to his eyes, you finally speak up.
”What is it you’re doing with your hand there Ming” Mingi looks down like he’s surprised you noticed, sarcastically obviously.
”Oh this?” Placing his hand to the side, exposing the shape of his hard cock pressing against the soft fabric.
Brushing your hair back, you let out a deep breath, taking a sip of water. Mingi chuckles on the other side of the line, hand brushing up and down his lower stomach.
"You good baby?" You nod slowly taking in the situation at hand. Mingi takes it as a sign to move forward, slowly but surely.
His hand brushes down from his belly button, skimming along his light hairs down to his covered hard on. Looking back up at you he smiles, before focusing back down.
Mingis moves are careful, planned, teasing. His fingers grace along the hem of his sweats, dipping in every so often. You're biting your lip at this point, fingers deep into the bedspread. The wetness between your thighs becoming more and more hard to ignore.
As Mingi finally tugs his sweats down, you can't help but let a little whimper pass your lips, biting it down immediately. Mingi looks back up into your eyes with intense focus, eyebrow nudging upwards.
"Ah, I knew it. This what you wanted doll?" You nod at his moving image, hand slowly trailing down your tummy.
Mingi now lays bottomless before your screen, those thick thighs all for you to see, glistening in the low lights of his hotel room. Shirt riding up his hip, you can now also see Mingis prominent v-line, making you move your hand just that bit faster.
His cock lays hard and heavy in his big hand, looking even bigger than usual. His hand moves up from the base slowly, like he's savouring every moment. Lips slightly parted, he lets some spit trickle down to his closed fist, lubricating himself nicely.
Mingi flicks his fierce eyes back to you, studying your every reaction, every movement, as his hand moves slowly up and down his length.
"Been thinking about this a lot lately.. driving me crazy seeing you every night in those flimsy pyjamas, all alone in that big bed" Mingis voice cracks into a higher toned whimper as his fist makes contact to his flushed tip;
"Want you to do it with me princess, can you do that for me?" Nodding furiously, your hand now slipped past your sleep shorts.
"Scoot back a little baby so I can see you properly yeah?"
Every second feels like an hour. You move back to lay against your bed frame, skimpy shorts now barely on. Mingi almost growls as you go to slip a hand between your legs again.
"Pants off. Now." Mingis word more a command. You apply swiftly, your shorts now off you, off the bed. Feeling bare and exposed, you shyly close your legs a bit, but Mingi is having non of it.
"Don't hide from me baby, spread those legs like a good girl and show daddy how you do it" Mingi always knows what buttons to push.
Spreading your legs for Mingi, he goes wild. His breath gets stuck in his throat as his fist tightens around his cock. Watching you prod your clit with your fingers makes him pick up his pace and quick.
Eyes glued on Mingi, you now let your other hand trail down as well, propping two fingers against your desperate hole. You scrunch your eyebrows up to ask for permission, as Mingi nods immediately.
"Yeah fuck that pussy for me doll, show daddy how much you miss him"
Fingers now slipped past your opening, your mouth hangs open, moans pouring out as you move slowly but surely. It's definitely not as deep as Mingi gets in you, but it will do for now.
"Oh baby- yeahh such a good girl mh- take it just like that"
Mingi looks wrecked. Biceps tightened as his fist moves with precision, tight around his tip, squeezing his base like you usually do. Flicking his neck back exposes his neck muscles, causing you to whimper out to him desperately. Mingi looks back down, eyes tight, gaze seeping lust and love.
"Yeah you like that don't you? Like it when I fuck myself to you doll?"
You nod, fingers curling up inside your pussy tightly. Mingi is not satisfied with that answer though.
"C'mon baby answer me, tell me." Your eyes flick open, locking eyes with Mingi as you clench down on your fingers.
"Ah yes- I love it daddy I do I.. I love it and I love you" The last words turning into desperate moans, airy almost yell like noises. Mingi bites down on his lip, one hand holding his body down to the chair, the other circling his pre-cum around his cock.
"You gonna cum like this princess? Thinking about daddy fucking you like the good girl you are?"
The pressure is building at a rapid rate, Mingis words and the sensation in you too much to handle. As you circle your clit one more time, you feel something snap deep in you, making you choke on your breath for a second. Mingi picks up on it, eyes like lazers on you.
"Just like that baby, cum on those fingers for daddy, let it all go" Mingis words get cut into parts too, his own orgasm coming down within a few seconds.
You try your best to keep your eyes open as your finish roars through you, making your legs shake like a mad man, eyes hazing at Mingi. His name slips out of your mouth like a mantra, repeatedly for a whole minute or so before you plop down in exhaustion and euphoria.
Mingis hand pumps himself a few more times before slowing down, just letting himself catch a breath. Looking back at you he smiles softly. It's like you've both got the same thing on the tip of your tongue as you say in unison:
"We should DEFINITELY do that again."
okay okay okay pero like imagine yungi x reader who’s tall AND curvy? oh i know these boys would eat that UPPPP(quite literally) they’re already touchy, but add some extra plushness and curves for them to cling/hold onto? Yeah so you’re not moving or breathing ever again without them touching you and being in your space.
and I alr know how sweet they would be whenever you get down on yourself, knocking whatever doubts you have about yourself with sweet words and touches (the freak flag would be flyin with this one tho ngl)
do what you want with this idea😚 I js wanted to share bc i thought you’d maybe enjoy it!!
thank you so much for this ask i think you just healed a part of me.
bf! mingi x fem!reader x bf!yunho ⋆˚࿔ tall, curvy, insecure reader. angst, fluff, smut minors dni ⋆˚࿔ this is non-canon 3comp crumbs because i'm insane ⋆˚࿔ p in v, oral f receiving, anal, mxm, fingering, degradation, hella praise, one alcoholic drink consumed, subspace, mingi n yunho big boys, they're in love, established relationship dynamics, light bdsm dynamics, huge gigantic breeding kink, words mommy and pregnancy are used, aftercare ⋆˚࿔ wc 8.8k, im an insane debauched human being, pls let me know if i forgot anything
“Can we go out tonight?” Yunho’s head hung off the back of the recliner, his head tilted to look at you and Mingi in the kitchen, sharing a bowl of chips at the counter, scrolling on your phones. A book halfway read laid on his lap, your top lip curled at the question, you assumed tonight was another night in.
“Where?” You answered his question like there was nothing open at this hour. Seven in the evening on a Friday, you wanted it to be another night in with your boyfriends. Those were your favorite.
“Jinkies,” Yunho replied simply, like that answer was so obvious you should have known it already. The dive bar a few streets over you frequented often, your friends were always there, it was a staple for your town. Your gaze slid to Mingi and he blinked at you, indifference on his face, before stuffing another chip in his mouth.
“What if we go tomorrow instead?” You tilt your head, smiling enticingly at Yunho, but his eyebrows slanted in a way that meant he saw straight through you. When he asked tomorrow, you’d say Next week, then he’d be irritated, and you’d spend half the night trying to make it up to him when all you wanted to do was stay home cuddled up to his side.
“Come on,” Mingi nudged your phone in your hand with his own, “We haven’t been out in awhile, and it’s Yunho asking this time, not me.”
That was true. It usually was Mingi asking to go out, get drunk, to inevitably go home and fuck like drunken rabbits, forever his plan, his favorite weekend activity. Your top lip curled again, a low whine sneaking its way past your lips, your head tilting back.
“Why can’t we just stay home and spend quality time with each other?” You complained, slipping off the stool you sat on to trudge over to Yunho, who kept amusement in his eyes as he watched you come closer. You leaned down, palms pressed into the armrests of the recliner he sat on, letting your voice sink into something sultry, “We could have a lot more fun if we stayed home.”
He tilted his chin up in a way that meant Kiss me, “We can do that when we get home, baby. It's Friday, we can sleep in tomorrow.” You pouted, but you closed the distance to press your lips against his, anyway. You tried to deepen it with the next kiss, sinking into him farther, trying to pry open his lips with your tongue, but he pulled away. “You know that doesn’t work on me, I’m not Mingi.”
“Hey,” Mingi scoffed from the kitchen, “I’m not that easy. Usually she takes off her shirt, at that point it’s out of my hands.”
You can’t help the smile that crawls onto your cheeks, even if you were trying to prove how much you hated the idea of leaving your apartment tonight. Yunho tilts his head, a palm reaching up to cradle one side of your face, “It’s only seven, you have plenty of time to get ready, we don’t have to stay past twelve.”
You sigh, leaning off the recliner, hands landing on your hips. Every excuse you could have made, he just countered. He knows you too well.
Mingi’s jaw dropped from the counter, “That was the easiest we’ve ever gotten her to say yes.”
“We? I asked,” Yunho responds, picking up his book again, fixing where his glasses sat on his face, completely ignoring how Mingi’s face blew wide with offense. “Be ready by nine.”
“I’m showering, you’re hanging out with me while I get ready,” you point at Mingi and he slides off the stool immediately, his lopsided, giddy grin spread wide.
“I’ll shower with you!” He calls after you, hot on your tail as you walk into the hallway that leads to your shared bedroom. After being together for years, taking a shower together these days was more for saving water, saving time, than it was for quickies or heated touches– yet sometimes they were still for exactly that.
You washed your hair while he washed your body, just because he can, lathered hands sliding over each curve of your body, taking time on your chest, your ass, giving each a proper grope, playing it off that you were extra dirty. You rolled your eyes with a smile, but let him do as he pleased, his hands on your body so comforting, each touch filled with love, he was obsessed with you. Touching you. Feeling you.
You couldn’t say you weren’t obsessed too, the way you took time washing his body, on his chest, his abdomen, his thighs, his cock that began growing the moment your fingers neared. Groaning, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, “Don’t start, we won’t leave the fuckin’ house.”
With raised brows, your smile in answer was mischievous. He shook his head, lips parting as you gripped him just right, “Fuck, he’ll kill us, or tie us up or something. Don’t start, seriously.”
You leaned into him, smiling at him, your lowered eyes meeting his easily, your heads almost meeting the same height, your gaze sank him deeper into your trap. “I already started.”
The shower curtain opened. You jumped away from each other, caught red-handed.
Yunho’s sigh was long, knowing. Deep brown hair ruffled on his forehead, glasses nowhere to be seen, he was naked, his strong body on display, your mouth watered. He noticed, but instead his features drooped into a scowl.
“Can’t let you two do anything,” he mumbled, annoyed, stepping in right between you.
You pouted, but stayed for the duration of the shower in an attempt to convince him to do anything else but go to the bar. You loved staying home with them, but your distaste for going to the bar was a little more loaded, a tad bit deeper than you let on.
The dingy dive bar you frequented, full of everyone you know, you loved seeing them, but sometimes it made you sick remembering that they saw you, too. Ripping your closet apart to find an outfit, then finding one just to try it on and hate how it looks on you. Your jeans didn’t fit like they did four years ago. Your chest spilled out of the collection of going out tops you had in your closet.
Your body was different– but it should be. Your mindset changes as you get older, your hormones change, your priorities change, everything changes, but somehow you couldn’t accept that your body changed, too. It was insecurity, it was something you kept on a tight leash so it didn’t bleed into your relationship with the two men who loved you severely.
You were getting your period soon and already feeling more bloated than usual, on top of the regular insecurity that thrummed beneath your skin as a constant reminder. You didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to see anyone that knew you back then, that can compare the old you to the new you. You could go to Jinkies a thousand times and still have the same uncomfortable pang in your gut about leaving the house.
Mingi helped with your hair, styled it how you liked it while you did your makeup, just dark enough for the dive bar vibe. Upbeat music played throughout your shared space, the three of you mindlessly singing along to your favorite songs as you got ready in your bedroom, a king-sized bed right in the middle, big enough for the three of you.
You’ve never been small. Always taller than your friends, forever standing behind them at concerts so they could see, reaching the things they couldn’t reach, somehow being seen as rougher, more masculine in a strange way, just because you towered over them. Having to do research on the inseam of pants before you bought them, clothes not fitting right, even having a smaller dating pool. Being in a relationship with two tall men was incredible, even better that they were still taller than you, despite it just being an inch or two. Almost face to face with Mingi, Yunho still stood above you both.
They’ve never once been the core of your insecurity. For a long time, it lay dormant, like you locked it away in a box, never to be opened again. Over the years, you’ve had your fair share of not being able to wear heels, slouching your shoulders to appear smaller, but never once with Mingi and Yunho have you needed to shrink any part of yourself. They loved you, every fucking inch of you, loud and proud.
You couldn’t pinpoint when the box had been unlocked, but when you opened it again, it was exploding, overflowing with things that weren’t there when you tucked it away.
You faced your closet, robe tied tight on your waist, heart pounding against your chest.
“Wear the sexy jeans,” Yunho came up behind you, hands on your hips, his cheek pressed to yours. He smelled like your bodywash, clean, still him. You leaned into him, the comfort of his touch, too deep in your head, eyes laying over the denim in your closet– you didn’t know if the sexy jeans were still all that sexy.
But you pulled them out anyway, jumping into them, ignoring how Mingi snickered behind you. After he clasped your bra around your back, you pulled a random black top over your head, immediately reaching for the black bomber jacket you loved. Looking in the mirror, your jaw clenched, you swung the jacket over your shoulders before your thoughts could settle.
“We’re not leaving for awhile yet, baby, if you wanna wait to put your jacket on,” Yunho kisses your head softly as he passes you, going into the bathroom for his cologne.
You meet Mingi’s eye as you pull it closer to your body. He’s studying you always, too in-tune with your emotions, they both are. Reading your thoughts before you’ve properly finished them.
“You look so fucking sexy,” he says low, almost under his breath as he crosses the room, pressing his forehead to yours, pushing your jacket off your shoulders. He kisses you as it falls to the floor, his hands reaching for your waist, squeezing you, tongue slipping between your freshly glossed lips. “Lemme see you,” he mutters against your mouth, taking a step back. His face morphs into pleasure like you’d just taken his cock into your mouth, “God, I’m so fuckin’ lucky. Yunho, come look at our pretty baby, all dolled up for us.”
Yunho, from the doorway to the bathroom, whistles low, “I’ll never get tired of that ass, fuck, don’t know how ‘m gonna keep my hands off you.”
“We could always just stay home,” you’re smiling as you turn your head to see him, “You can keep your hands on me.”
“But you look so pretty,” he pouts, head tilting, so puppy-like it makes your tummy tumble. “I want everyone to see how beautiful my girlfriend is.”
“We wanna show you off,” Mingi pulls you into him and you brace your hands on his chest, giggling. Black tee beneath his zip-up, soon to be paired with a leather jacket on top, he had a hat on his head, hiding his shiny black hair that’s grown longer, touching the base of his neck. Baggy jeans on his legs, crisp sneakers on his feet, he was in his dive-bar uniform.
Yunho’s uniform, loose cargos, an oversized tee, even more oversized flannel, his favorite sneakers on his feet. They were so predictable it made you laugh sometimes.
“Fine,” you press your lips to his, slinging your arms around his neck, “I won’t beg anymore.”
“We’ll only be out a few hours,” Yunho is at your back, hands on your hips, now smelling like warmth, vanilla, woodsy cedar. He presses his lips to your hair again, his favorite place to kiss, anywhere on your head. “You can have a few drinks and remind us what a lil’ tequila does to you.”
You snort, wiggling out of their grip, picking the black jacket up from the floor, “You two will be reminding me what whiskey does to you, after you’ve dapped up the entire fucking town.”
Looking back at them, Yunho’s arms are linked around Mingi’s waist, standing slightly crouched behind him, their cheeks pressed together. You throw a hand on your hip, “Okay, choose a pair of shoes for me.”
The November air outside is fucking freezing, the inside of Jinkies isn’t much better, but its giving you an excuse to hold your jacket close, so you can’t complain. Bodies surround you, people you’ve known for years, people you’ve never met, everyone seems to have eyes on you and it’s already fucking suffocating.
“This is my girlfriend,” Mingi is introducing you to someone from his job with the widest grin on his face, the guy is tall, you think Mingi said his name starts with a J? Structured face, broad build, generally handsome. “And my boyfriend, Yunho.”
You give him a tight-lipped smile, but your eyes dance about the bar, feeling like a sore thumb. Your arms are tucked under your chest, you needed a drink, you wanted to go back home. Mingi laughs from his belly, something J-guy said, Yunho speaks over them to excuse you both with a hand on your lower back.
“Let’s get you a drink,” his eyes are on the crowd, on the flooded bar before you, on alert for a space to slide in, to flag the bartender down. You wished being tucked into his side meant you could cower beneath his height, be invisible amongst the sea of bodies.
Your lips are scrunched to one side, spitting an unhappy mumble, “Make it a double.”
He leans in against the bar, a sliver of space he carved out for himself, he keeps you tucked close to him and raises a brow while he taps his card along the bar. “What’s up with you?”
Your eyes jump up, defensive, “Nothing, just don’t wanna be here.”
He hums, “Mm, something else, something you’re not telling me.”
Your lips smack, “I told you I didn’t wanna come from the jump, Yun.”
Yunho’s eyes are back on Mingi, that possessive streak of his showing in the flex of his jaw. Your eyes glide over to where your boyfriend stood, still laughing at something else J-guy said, his head tilting back, mismatched teeth on display. You watch Yunho watching, his brows a line, eyes squinting as if he could explode the man making his boyfriend laugh with his eyes.
“He’s fine, leave him be,” you say under your breath, “bring him a drink and he’ll be at your feet.”
Then Yunho’s eyes are on yours again and you feel the irritation behind them, but he doesn’t comment, instead asking, “He’s kinda hot, what’s his name again?”
You shrug, “Don’t care. What’s taking so long?”
“There’s a bar full of people, baby,” he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, “have patience.”
You feel like a spoiled brat, arms crossed, foot tapping, not feeling any warmth when your boyfriend kisses your skin. You wished you could tell him it’s not because of him, it’s not because he all but dragged you here, it is– but it’s more than that. You didn’t want to hear him tell you you’re wrong for feeling this way, that it’s not true, that you’re beautiful.
Truth is, in his eyes, in Mingi’s eyes, you know you’re beautiful. You feel it every single day.
But no one else here is looking at you with rose-colored glasses the way they do.
Yunho’s hand pulls your arms from your chest, unzipping your jacket to slide his arm around your waist, beneath the black leather. His hand hot on your skin, you fix your posture in a quick, startling jump of movement, Yunho flinches before settling his hand where he wants it.
“What’s wrong?” His brows are furrowed now, looking into your fucking soul with those chocolate brown eyes you want to eat, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Yunho,” you step back, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, hopefully you’ll have drinks by the time I get back.”
God, you hate acting like this. You hate who your insecurity is turning you into right now, a sharp-tongued asshole taking it out on the wrong person. What you hate the most is that you can’t fucking stop.
The bathroom line isn’t long, girls around you in outfits much too dressy for a dive bar, at least for your tastes. Fresh blowouts, mini-skirts, heeled boots on their feet, it didn’t match the dollar bills stapled to the beams on the ceiling or the vintage pin-ball machine, nor the heavy rock music slamming into your ears or half the men here who wore leather on leather.
They look beautiful, every single one of them. You hate that you’re sour because you don’t look just like them. Standing slouched, shoulders inward, their stomachs still flat, their legs crossed, not a sign of cellulite peeking from beneath their mini-skirts, it was nauseating. They’re younger than you, that you’re sure of, but damn, did you look like that even at their age? You can’t remember, or your mind refuses you even a moment of reprieve.
Your chin tilts upward until your eyes are on the ceiling. It’s jealousy, insecurity, you’re too self-aware for your mind to imprison you like this– it’s utterly and completely unfair.
You listen as they share lip gloss and take pictures with their digital cameras while you’re in the stall, talking about who-kissed-who and who’s leaving with who tonight. Your mouth tastes like bile, so disgustingly jealous it makes you sick, until you leave the bathroom to be met with a face that was last on your list of people to see tonight.
“Oh my God, it’s been so long,” Jihyo, a friend you’ve known since college, one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever known, one of the most beautiful women on the planet, probably. If coming here was lighting a matchstick, seeing her was throwing yourself into the fucking fire.
You give her a tight, short hug, forcing yourself to ignore how tiny she feels in your arms, “Only a few months, I thought.”
Her laughter, her smile, easily found compared to the one plastered on your lips, forced out of your mouth. You can’t imagine the things she’s thinking right now, what disappointed thoughts are on her mind–
“A few months too long, you look fucking incredible,” she gives you a one-over and you’re lucky there isn’t alcohol in your system yet, you might have emptied your stomach right there.
“Shut up,” you shake your head, smile beginning to cramp, “you never change. Like, genetically perfect, I think.”
She smacks your arm, giggling, “Please. Have you seen Jongho? He’s somewhere around here, I think.”
“Maybe he’s with Yunho or Mingi, they’re up by the bar somewhere.”
“I’m gonna go look for him, I’m in dire need of a cig.”
You part ways easily, you’re praying Yunho has a drink for you. Finding your boyfriends was simple, their heads popping up over everyone else’s, up by the bar where you let one of them. A cocktail in Mingi’s hand, a beer in Yunho’s, a matching cocktail for you in Yunho’s other hand. You could cry from the sheer relief of tequila in your sights.
“There she is,” Mingi’s eyes drape over your figure, hunger incarnate, a brain that’s never not directly in the gutter, “Can’t believe how fucking sexy you look, I need to rip those jeans off of you.”
Ignoring him, you take the clear plastic cup from Yunho’s hand, forgoing the straw as you suck down a few chugs, enough to where both of their eyebrows raise with comedic timing you couldn’t appreciate. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, blinking at them, “What?”
“Nothing,” they respond simultaneously, heads shaking.
“I saw Jihyo,” your eyes are bouncing around the bar again in self-preservation, “she’s here with Jongho.”
“That means they’re all here,” Yunho’s grin widens, his eyes already leading to the backdoor.
“Shall we go?” Mingi looks at Yunho, then to you, but you both wait for Yunho’s nod before you begin for the lion’s den. You’re chugging down more tequila, waiting patiently for the burn of ease to spread from your tummy to your limbs, needing something to hit before you push the heavy steel door open to the frigid air behind it.
Everyone howls upon seeing your boyfriends, all loud laughs and wide grins, hands smacking together and fists pounding against backs. Everyone greets you kindly, side hugs, kisses pressed to your cheek from the girls, all of whom look stupidly gorgeous. Jongho, Wooyoung, Yeosang, their girlfriends Jihyo, Sana and Tzuyu. San and Jongin, Hongjoong and Seonghwa, it was a spur of the moment family reunion that you didn’t want to be at, but no one would have a clue.
You think Yunho has caught on by now.
How your smile only appears when someone addresses you directly, how you decline each offer of a smoke despite liquor in your system, only adding to the conversation with small, meaningless words. He pulls you inside under the guise of your already empty drink, long fingers wrapped around your forearm, eyebrows knitted together in concern, “What’s going on with you?”
The music pounds over your words. “I told you I’m fine, Yunho.”
“And I know you’re not,” his voice is harsh, clean-cut, demanding the truth. “Are you just acting like a fucking brat because I dragged you out of the house?”
“No, Yu–”
“We haven’t been out in months, and I wanted to see our friends. I’m asking you for one night, a few hours, and you can’t even give me that?”
Oh, your face burns. Your ears dipped in fire. There’s a tightness in your chest that feels inescapable, of embarrassment, of guilt, of genuine fucking sadness that he thinks you’d do that, act like that, just because you weren’t getting your way.
“It’s not that, Yunho, I swear–”
“Then what is it?” He’s reading your face, trying to see into your mind, trying to gauge some kind of truth other than the one he’s made up.
“Give me your flannel,” you say bluntly, skipping past the explanation, straight to what would make you feel better in the moment. What would ease you enough so you could pretend better.
He blinks at you. You stand your ground, despite your voice cracking, “Give me your flannel, Yunho.”
He’s silent for a second, “Why do you want my–”
“You can wear one of Mingi’s jackets, or mine, I don’t care, just give me the fucking flannel, Yunho.”
His eyebrows furrow, sliding it off his shoulders, you hand him your empty drink as you unzip the bomber, trading your jacket for his flannel, oversized on him, it swallows you. A thick, wool dress your jeans peek out of, it settles half the unease in your tummy, being hidden beneath his clothes.
“Baby, why?” He looks concerned, voice small, curious.
“I felt exposed,” you shrug it off, “this is better.”
Mingi barrels inside, his drink empty too, his grin lazy and stamped on his face like this was the best night of his life. It disappears when he sees the two of you. Your heart churns.
“What goes on?” He asks, brows furrowing, coming in close, looking between the two of you. “Did you come inside to play Dress To Impress? Nice outfit change.”
“No,” you reply instantly, shaking your head, usually you’d laugh, smile, at least. “I just need another drink.”
Yunho seems like he’s still calculating. Blinking, eyes glazed over like he was putting pieces together in his head. After a moment, he looks at Mingi, “We’re leaving.”
Mingi pouts, a whine escaping him, “Why? I was just coming in to get another drink and take a leak.”
“No we’re not,” you shake your head, eyes pleading to Yunho who had already made his decision, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to become a thing, it’s fine. We can stay.”
“What do you mean a thing?” Mingi’s confused now, head bobbing back and forth, “What became a thing? Tell me the thing. Are you okay, baby? Did something happen?”
“It’s fine, Min,” you pull away in the direction of the bar, grabbing Mingi’s wrist to drag him along in escaping the mess you created, “let’s get another drink.”
“I said we’re going home.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You hated when he used that voice on you, the edge of dominance, so unyielding and clear your back straightened on command, body stopping mid-movement, heart plummeting to the base of your gut. Like a spell, or maybe you were just a well-trained dog, when Yunho used that voice, you fucking listened.
“Say your goodbyes and get in the car.”
You had tears in your eyes by the time you made it to the passenger’s seat of Yunho’s Acura. Knees touching, hands folded on top of your jacket in your lap, staring out the window, pretending like your guilt wasn’t eating you alive. You don’t know why it bothered you so heavily tonight, something you carry with you all the time, you can’t pinpoint why it made you so ugly tonight out of all nights. You didn’t behave like that usually, you were far better at hiding it, you kept the feelings on a tight leash so this wouldn’t happen.
Mingi hummed along to Yunho’s radio the entire ride home, you weren’t sure if he was oblivious, or waiting for the explosion. You weren’t sure how to get out of this without exposing yourself completely, without telling them the truth. You’ve never really had to lie to them before.
Nervous. You didn’t want to lie, but you didn’t want to tell them the truth, either. Yunho didn’t speak until after he locked the door behind him.
“Tell me what’s wrong, and be honest. Please.”
He didn’t sound mad. Your eyes peeked up at this, surprise written on your face when you’re met with Yunho who looked upset. Scared. Hurt, even. You couldn’t put your finger on it.
“I just didn’t like my outfit, that’s all,” your voice is shaky, high-pitched. You don’t know when you became a shit liar.
His hands are on your waist at the obvious deceit, guiding you forward until your back is pressed against Mingi, the three of you conjoined in your foyer, barely inside the apartment yet. His head leans down to press his forehead against yours, his voice soft, “Come on, baby, tell me the truth. I know you like the back of my hand, there’s no point in lying.”
You attempt to swallow down the tightness in your throat that was beginning to crawl up again. Your bottom lip poking out, your voice cracked as you said, “I don’t know how to say it to you.”
His hands slide upward until they’re cupping your cheeks, Mingi’s hands settle on your hips, tucking you inside a bubble of them. The two people who have never made you feel less than, the loves of your fucking life, who love you just as much as you love them. Knowing you could lean on them for support but being too fucking insecure to do it is like two different halves of you fighting, teeth and claws bared.
“I don’t look like Jihyo,” you blurt, and the sob that follows is harsh. The rest is a jumble of words, barely audible from your sobs that rip every syllable apart, but saying it out loud is somehow a weight off your shoulders. “I don’t look like Jihyo, or Sana, or Tzuyu, or any of those fucking girls in that bar. I don’t look the same as I looked at twenty-two and it makes me sick.”
Yunho’s answer comes after a second of thought, of looking deep into your eyes, after reaching into his well of information about you, telling him how to proceed. “Do you want me to say the shit you know I’m gonna say?”
You shake your head furiously, words rushed, “I know how you feel about me, I know you love me, I know you think I’m beautiful. It just gets to me sometimes.”
Mingi’s hands tighten on your hips, his head pressed to yours, holding you as close as he can without suffocating you. “Can we show you then?”
You sniff, “Huh?”
“Can we show you how much we love you, how beautiful we think you are, instead of telling you?” His breath is hot on your neck, his hands heavy on your hips. Yunho’s still holding your cheeks with pleading eyes like he’d beg you to say yes if he needed to.
Your head starts to shake, a rebuttal on your lips, but Yunho steals the words from your mouth. Lips pressed to yours, he’s rough at first, pulling you down into submission, you fall in line easily, melting into his touch was routine.
“You need this,” he whispers into your mouth, deepening the kiss, tongue slipping past your lips, and already you feel lighter.
Mingi’s head drops into the pocket of your neck, moving your hair out of the way so his lips can find the spot below your ear, “Let us worship you, baby. Show you how much we love this fuckin’ body.”
His hands slide up to your chest, lips attaching to the sensitive spot on your neck, Yunho’s tongue working your mouth open like he’s done a million times before. There’s emotion in Yunho’s kiss, words you don’t want him to say, everything he can’t say on his tongue that dances with yours.
You sink into them, nails clawing into Yunho’s forearms, back pressed into Mingi’s front as he holds you, kisses your skin like he’s burning his love for you into it. God, you fucking love them, you love them so much it hurts.
“C’mon,” Yunho’s hands were under your ass before you noticed Mingi pulled away, picking you up with a motion much too easy. That alone has your mind in shambles, but he kisses you as he walks you to the bedroom, effectively shutting your mind off, a purposeful action.
They crawl on top of you, both of them, four hands in different places. On your cheek, your thigh, your waist, your neck, they take either side of you like they owned halves of you, your partners, your boyfriends, they owned all of you, both of them.
“Smell so fucking good,” Mingi groans into your neck, tongue flattening against your skin, “wanna eat you.”
“No idea how beautiful this body is,” Yunho’s hand goes for his flannel over your chest, “you have no idea how hard I get just by looking at you, baby.”
You whimper, hips bucking into Mingi’s hand that laid against your thigh. He chuckles into your neck, “We’ll get there, baby, don’t worry. Gonna treat our wife so good tonight.”
Your tummy tumbles at wife, a moan slipping past your lips, they both catch it. Mingi chuckles into your neck, pulling the hand from your thigh to grab you by the chin to face him, “You like that? Being called our wife?”
You nod, brows furrowed, face already blown out in pleasure. Yunho’s smiling as he unbuttons the flannel, met with the low-cut black top beneath, “Fuck, we should make you a mommy. Your tits are unreal, my love.”
You clench around nothing, pooling in your panties by now, Mingi drinks up your moan as he presses his lips to yours, tongue slipping into your mouth like he needed your taste to keep himself focused. Hands splayed across your tummy, your chest, squeezing you through your bra, you didn’t know who’s hands were who’s.
You quickly realized you didn’t care when you were being pulled upward, flannel pushed off your shoulders, top pulled over your head. It was Mingi who unclasped your bra one-handed, he fastened it for you daily, took it off of you daily.
His lips wrapped around your hardened nipple, fingers toying with the other as your head knocked back against the mattress, a harsh hiss of pleasure pushing past your lips. Yunho was already at the button of your jeans, “As much as I love these jeans on you baby, how they make your ass look, how it sways when you walk… shit, I need a picture of you in these.”
“Take one,” you squeak, breathless, back arched under Mingi’s lips on your chest, squealing when his teeth graze your nipple.
“Next weekend,” Yunho commands, dragging your zipper down, “you’ll wear these again, and that strappy lil’ top I love.”
“Fuck,” you huff, hips jerking into his touch.
“So needy,” Yunho tsks, “and you were gonna say no. As if we don’t know what you need.”
“Trust us, baby,” Mingi’s lips move back up your chest, sucking at the skin on the base of your neck, “we know everything about you. Spent years learning and loving this beautiful body, figuring out that insanely intelligent mind of yours.”
“Smart and beautiful,” Yunho’s thumbs tucked into the waistband of your jeans, tugging them over the curve of your ass, “funny, too. Damn, Min, we really hit the jackpot, huh?”
You can feel the breath of Mingi’s amusement on your neck, “Sexy, smart, funny… pussy tastes so sweet, too. Maybe we will make you a mommy tonight.”
You should be fucking embarrassed at the sound that leaves your lips. Pure, unbridled lust in the form of a strangled moan, everything in you was saying yes, please, do it.
“So wet, these panties are stickin’ to you,” as if Yunho said the trigger word Mingi is pushing himself off your upper half, one veiny hand holding up your thigh, you’re just now noticing he lost his jackets, his hat.
His black tee clinging to him, face red and splotchy, dark eyes dilated as Yunho slides your panties to the side. Mingi’s face morphs in pleasure, both of them groaning, Yunho curses under his breath, “You’re dripping, baby.” His eyes shoot up your body, meeting your gaze, “So fucking beautiful, you wanna be a mommy that bad?”
“Stop saying that,” you mutter, fingers twisting in the comforter beneath you, hips twitching. Mingi keeps you spread, strong fingers under your knee, thigh folded over your tummy. He leans down to throw it over his shoulder, a gasp leaving your lips when his tongue makes contact with your seam, a long, sick stripe between your folds. His moan bleeds into yours and Yunho sighs, sitting back on his calves, eyes glazed over as he watches Mingi between your legs.
“You sound so pretty,” he’s mindlessly speaking, eyes locked on your center, on Mingi’s tongue that flicks over your clit. Your hands are in his long hair, tugging at his roots, staggered breaths and whimpers leaving your lips.
“Taste so fuckin’ good,” Mingi grunts into your core, his breath hot against your wet folds, you’re squirming at the ghost of his lips on your clit.
Yunho bends down, spreading your legs impossibly farther, as if he wanted your knee to hit the mattress. The stretch feels good with Mingi’s mouth on you, even better as Yunho dips his head in too, two tongues on your cunt, lapping up every ounce of wetness, grunting and groaning like they were doing it for their own pleasure.
“You–” your words come out through short, desperate breaths, “It’s too much.”
Ignoring you, someone’s tongue is inside you, the other’s lips around your clit, sucking, teeth grazing, your moans grow louder, piercing the air of your shared bedroom, your belly filled with white-hot fire.
“Is our wifey gonna cum already?” Yunho, his voice honey-sweet, “Without anything inside her?”
You nod, eyes slits, so squinted in pleasure you could barely see the two heads between your legs. Mingi’s lips stay wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly as Yunho keeps talking, “You don’t want my finger inside you? Curled just right, against that little spot inside you that makes you see stars?”
“Fuck, Yunho,” your hips are bucking against Mingi’s face, an orgasm you fear the intensity of on the brink of exploding, “‘m gonna cum.”
“Gonna cum on Mingi’s tongue? You want his fingers inside you, then? They’re thicker than mine, yanno, almost the size of that pink toy in the drawer…”
He’s teasing you and your body ignites, tummy churning, body locking up, he smiles. His long, middle finger prods your entrance, beneath Mingi’s tongue, curling in the way he said he would, the slight pressure against that spot inside you has you squeezing around his finger, pleasure exploding in your tummy, legs shaking as it spreads throughout each limb, every nerve ending.
“So good for us,” Yunho’s praise keeps your hips twitching, waves of pleasure exploding beneath your skin, “so fuckin’ good, our good girl, there you go.”
He adds another finger, moving now, thrusting up inside you with a curve to his knuckle that has you seeing stars. Overstimulation hitting, you panic, nails clawing at his forearm, “Yunho!”
Mingi breaks off your clit with a pop, licking his lips, watching how you gush around Yunho’s fingers with dilated, focused eyes, “Make her cum again, just like that.”
Mingi’s forearm holds down your hips, pressure into the fluff of your lower tummy, the sounds that ripped from your gut were obscene. Guttural cries, not pretty ones, a song of how overwhelming it was to have your orgasm never truly end, cunt clenching around his fingers, pulsing and gushing against him.
“You can do it, baby,” Mingi encourages, Yunho’s brows locked in focus, “c’mon, give us another. Wanna see you all messy.”
“Shit– shit,” the weight of Mingi’s arm on your tummy, pressed against where Yunho’s fingers curved inside of you, was too much. The pressure was too heavy. “I can’t,” you’re shaking your head, voice high-pitched, “I can’t, I can’t–”
“Let go,” Mingi’s voice is low, soaked in greed, “let go for us, let yourself feel it, let us show you how much we love you.”
“Love you so fucking much,” Yunho’s gasping, in awe at how their words make you clench, “wanna taste it, one more, c’mon.”
Your fingers dig into Mingi’s arm over your tummy as the pressure blows again, this one just as intense as the first, if not more, your vision whiting out as Yunho’s fingers worked you through the eruption of scalding pleasure.
“Fuck,” Mingi’s groan is edged with need, “I’m so fucking hard.”
“Thought you were just a painslut, baby,” Yunho pops his fingers into his mouth when the aftershocks subsided, “Didn’t think praise got you off like that, too.”
“Situational,” Mingi’s short reply is filled with amusement as he crawls up your twitching, spent body, hands immediately landing on your hips, squeezing your skin as his tongue sloppily slides into your mouth. “Need to be inside you,” he mumbles into your lips, “need to feel you clenching around me.”
Yunho’s behind him, pulling him upward to tug his shirt over his head, grabbing him by the throat to turn his head to the side, attaching their lips like they’d been waiting for this all night. Mingi sinks into his hips, head craning while Yunho’s hands splay across his stomach, sliding upward, halting just to flick at his nipples.
Mingi moans into his mouth and Yunho’s hands drop again to palm him through his jeans, unbuttoning them, pulling the zipper town, dropping the denim just enough so his brief-covered cock pokes out. Your mouth waters, heat flooding you all over again as you watch Mingi’s body arch and twitch under Yunho’s long fingers, strong hands.
Yours. The reminder was still dizzying.
Mingi moans when Yunho pulls his cock out, giving it a few harsh tugs, the crimson red tip leaking with precum, just enough for Yunho to smear along his length, twisting his wrist. Your hand drops between your legs, rubbing lazily at your clit, softly, overstimulation still thrumming in your bundle of nerves.
“So fucking big,” you mumble mindlessly, lips parted, your other hand toying with one of your nipples.
Yunho’s eyes open to watch you, smirk tugging at his lips, “You want it? Want him inside you, baby?”
“Wanna be full,” you don’t meet his eye, gaze locked on Mingi’s clenching abdomen, how Yunho expertly fists his cock. “Want both of you, need both of you inside.”
Yunho’s brows raise, even Mingi’s eyes widen at that. Mingi reiterates, “Both of us?”
As if it were the first time you’d had them both inside you. You nod, floaty, “Mhm.”
Yunho lets Mingi go to undress himself, Mingi kicks his pants off his feet as he pulls you toward him by your ankles, your ass almost meeting his knees. On his knees, he pulls you up by your wrists until you have your own legs tucked under you, easily picking you up onto his lap. “God, this body is so fucking sexy, baby. Can’t wait to fill you up, make your tummy all plump.”
You whine, forehead falling onto his shoulder, “Stop saying that.”
“Why would I when it makes your pussy so creamy?” He’s smiling, smirking, you can hear it in his voice. “You wanna be nice n’ full just as bad, don’t you? Want me to fuck you full of my kids?”
“Holy shit,” you mumble under your breath, body twitching in his hold while he explores every inch of your exposed skin, fingers following every line, every curve, each touch imprinting his love for you.
“It’s okay, baby,” he kisses the side of your head, “don’t be embarrassed. Sit on my cock, lemme fill you up, c’mon.”
He grabs at the skin of your ass to move you, lining you up with his cock, you hold onto his shoulders for leverage as his tip catches on your entrance, a choked moan already tumbling from your lips.
“Haven’t even put it in yet and you’re moaning like a bitch in heat,” he teases, catching your lips in a quick kiss, “you gonna survive Yunho, too?”
Yunho’s warm hands are on your hips, his presence behind you like a shadow, guiding you down onto Mingi’s length. The air punches from your lungs in a tight squeak, he’s so fucking big, he fills you up so perfectly, the feeling is dizzying.
Yunho’s lips are on your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin as Mingi bottoms out, sheathed inside you deliciously. Your breath catches in your throat, tight, heat flooding every sense, every limb, tears swell in your waterline.
“Crying already,” Mingi’s talking to Yunho, his voice tight, “pretty baby wants two cocks and can’t even handle one.”
You clench and he hisses, Yunho chuckles from behind you. “You can’t handle her pussy, either.”
“Let’s see how you fare balls deep in her ass,” Mingi bites back and you’re swimming, mind fuzzy while they talk about you like you’re not there. Not human. Just theirs, to take, to bend, to fill, you didn’t have to think if you didn’t want to. You didn’t need to.
You start moving, pleasure-soaked whimpers escaping as you bounce along the length of his cock, head falling forward onto Mingi’s shoulder again. You can hear the bottle of lube open behind you, but you pay no mind, the sound of Yunho slicking up his fingers, his cock above what your brain can materialize.
It was just you, feeling so full, feeling so loved, Mingi’s cock buried inside of you, curved to drag against the spot inside you, you’re babbling into his shoulder. “So fucking good, Mingi, I love you, I love you.”
Yunho’s coated finger swirls around your entrance and you’re arching at the feeling, body a livewire, he’s pressed to your back in a moment. “Give me a color,” he orders, and the strike of dominance has you searching your mind for structure, you weren’t in a scene, but he knew you were going fuzzy.
“Green,” you find clarity, the system you’ve put into place years ago slamming into the forefront of your mind.
“Good, breathe,” he reminds you, fingertip prodding at your entrance, you suck in a deep breath, clenching around Mingi’s length. “My good girl, just breathe,” his chin is tucked into your neck, his other hand moving your hair out of the way, fingers pulling strands from your temple, your cheek. His lips press against your jaw as you suck down a breath, he sinks his finger deeper as you exhale, the sound verbal, laced with a cry. “Let me in, baby. You know what to do, you can stop thinking soon, I promise.”
Your eyes flutter closed, nails drawing crescents into Mingi’s shoulders, jaw slack as you try to remember. Letting your body relax, to be open for him, pliant, he hums into your neck. “Just like that, good girl, doing so, so good for me. Love this body, love what she can do for me, look at you.”
“So fucking beautiful, holy shit,” Mingi’s praise is added to the mix and you’re pushing against Yunho’s finger, taking him deeper, silently asking for more. Yunho adds another and you’re keeling, body shaking, if it weren’t for Mingi’s strong hands on your hips you’d be jelly. His cock jumps inside you and he hisses, fingers squeezing the plush on your sides, “‘m sorry baby, fuck, you’re so wet, feels so fucking good.”
You hum, it’s all you can manage, so full, so brainless. You use the last bit of your strength to utter, “More.”
Yunho moves his fingers and you can hear how slick you are around Mingi’s cock, grinding against him so dirty, meeting Yunho’s thrusts, Mingi’s whining into your ear. “Fuck, fuck, so tight, so wet. I don’t know if I can last like this.”
“You can,” Yunho breathes, “you will. You don’t cum until I say so.”
Mingi’s hips buck into you and a strained noise escapes you. He curses, voice taut, ragged with pleasure, “Feels so fucking good, Yunho, she feels so good.”
“I know baby,” Yunho leans over your shoulder to find Mingi’s lips in a messy kiss. “You can do it, I won’t last long inside, either. Body fuckin’ carved for us, made for us to fill.”
You’re alight again, pulsing against them, moving faster, taking them deeper. They both moan, cradling you between them, but Yunho speaks, “Ready for my cock? You want it?”
You nod, nonsensical babbles uttered from your lips, and Yunho laughs. “Oh, she’s gone. Give me a color and I’ll fill you up, baby.”
“Green,” you rush, head shaking, “green, so green. Inside.”
His fingers leave your ass and you clench again, impatience on your tongue, fingertips drumming along Mingi’s skin. Yunho lines himself up and you hold your breath instinctively, bracing yourself, he reminds you with a light smack to your hip to breathe.
You choke on a moan as he begins pushing inside, colorful words ripped from your throat at the stretch, Mingi already so deep inside you, Yunho’s full length meeting him, a thin wall separating them. They’re both groaning, staggered breaths of pleasure, curses, your sounds blend together in the open air of your bedroom, a song of coinjointness; it was a beautiful feeling, the three of you connected so deeply, you didn’t know where one of you began and the other started anymore, it was the best you’ve ever felt.
Nothing could ever feel better than this.
“I love you,” you’re whispering, croaking, “fuck, I love you.”
Mingi catches your lips as Yunho casts his love into your back, lips pressed to your skin as he starts moving, Mingi moving with him, you’re suspended between them for the taking, whatever they wanted, you’d give them. You trust them. You love them.
“So tight,” you’ve never heard Yunho so out of it, his voice lagged, layered with pleasure and awe.
“I can feel you,” Mingi’s gasping, tongue swiping along your bottom lip, “you feel so good, you both feel so good, ‘m close.”
They pick up speed, finding a rhythm with one another, you at their mercy, taking all of it, every thrust. You lean back into Yunho’s chest and his lips find your mouth, cock splintering inside you as he licks inside your mouth, Mingi’s lips finding your chest. You feel the curl of heat then, a greater pressure, pushing against their cocks like you wanted them out. You needed them to stay in.
“She’s close,” Mingi uttered, tongue held straight out to flick against your nipple that bounced with your body, knowing your body all too well. Yunho breaks away from your mouth to slide his palm over your throat, without pressure, keeping you steady.
“So am I,” Yunho replies, sounding ragged, close to the edge. “Want us to fill you up, baby? Wanna be so full of us?”
Your eyes open to Mingi smiling, “Want me to make you a mommy? Fill this lil’ pussy up?”
Your face contorts in pleasure, mouth opening without sound. His face matches yours, but he keeps talking, “You want it, don’t you? Want your tummy so pretty n’ round, fuck– so sexy, so pregnant, wanna see your pussy dripping with my cum, tell me you want it, baby–”
“Fill me up,” your words are slurred, tasting your orgasm on your tongue, “yes, give it to me. Give me a baby, give me more, fill me up.”
Yunho’s grunt is obscenely lewd, “Fuck, you two are insane, holy shit, I’m gonna cum, cum with me, please, c’mon.”
The pressure blows, tears streaking your cheeks as you slide limply forward, slugging against Mingi’s chest, both of their names a cry on your lips. Mingi keeps a strong arm around your back as he fucks you through it, his hips staggered, Yunho’s skin slapping against yours with such strength you’re slamming into Mingi, at their mercy completely.
“I’m cumming,” Mingi says in a whimper, hips rocking into you, fucking himself through it, prolonging your orgasm as he fills you with warmth, long ropes of his cum, drool dribbling out of his mouth onto your shoulder.
Yunho’s right behind him, a strained moan leaving him that only escapes when he’s finishing, emptying himself inside you, hips slowing down as he fucks himself through it. He leans forward just to lick up the drool that slipped from Mingi’s mouth, his tongue on your back makes you shudder.
They’re quick to pull out, to lay you flat on your back, to assess your body like they’d done open heart surgery. You’re swallowing down nothing, licking your dry lips, mind fuzzy, so in love as you stare at them hovering over you, concern mixed within the sweat on their brows.
Praise is a waterfall from their mouths, a mantra of You did so fucking good, You’re so beautiful, I love you, You took us so well… You’re smiling, a lazy, tired grin, reaching for them, they nuzzle up to you as soon as your arms move.
One on your left, the other on your right, both facing you, bodies so fucking hot you almost hate it, but their closeness makes you smile. You’re safe between them, your partners, your boyfriends, who always take care of you. They’d do anything to make you happy. They’d do anything to make you feel better.
You finally talk after a long while, finding solace in Yunho’s fingers dancing along your tummy, Mingi’s face pressed into your hair. “Since when do you want me pregnant?”
Mingi snorts, Yunho huffs amusement through his nose. Mingi responds, voice loud in your ear from his closeness, “Six kids, three sired by both of us. Three boys, three girls.”
Yours and Yunho’s heads both turn, blinking at him, surprise on both of your faces. Mingi giggles, rolling onto his back, “I’m just kidding, God.”
It makes you laugh, an ache in your sore abdomen, their cum leaks at the clench of your muscles. You gasp, hips arching before it meets your comforter, rolling over onto Yunho’s leg, “I’m leaking, please carry me.”
“The comforter’s already ruined,” Yunho scoops you up into his arms, “I’ll change it while you’re in the shower.”
“No,” you cling to him, arms around his neck as he wraps a strong arm under your knees, “Stay with me in the shower. Don’t go.”
Mingi follows you in, your second shared shower of the day, letting the steaming water melt off the embarrassment and shame you felt earlier, basking in the warmth of both of them holding you, washing you, their hands on you. There was love in every touch, appreciation in each stroke of their fingers, in how they massaged your head, lathered up your supple skin, kissed you in between movements. The shower was quiet, silent, but there wasn’t a need for words, for reassurance. Their presence, their touch was enough.
They love you just as you are, you didn’t need anyone else to see you how they saw you. You needed them, and them only, and they needed you, too.
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MINGI ONE-SHOT
"Do you want to sound like that?"
Warnings::SMUT
Pairing::sub!!!!Mingi x dom!fem!reader
Genre:: edging, handjob, blowjob, face sitting, drooling, crying, thigh crushing (?) Pegging, anal play (m rec) prostate milking, pet names, degradation, spanking (m rec) overstimulation, idk bro but mingi is literally gasping for air, bro almost died like 20 times
W/C:: 7k+
A/N:: where are all my submissive Mingi fans at??? Because oh lord writing this fanfic had me giggling and kicking my feet. Especially the anal part RAHHH
You lay in bed as you hear the sound of the shower running next door. Mingi was taking a shower after a long day of work. As he showered you were on your phone doing the usual aimless scrolling when Mingis phone started going off. You went to check who was calling him just in case it was his boss or something and you could relay the message to Mingi when he came out of the shower. Turns out it was just an alarm he forgot to turn off from last week. You dismissed the alarm and his phone was unlocked.
After swiping away the alarm his phone opened up to his notes app. On the notes he had opened were a bunch of links and they were separated into three different sections. You curiously clicked on one of the links and were taken to a porn video. Your eyes widened as the intro played.
The video was of a woman riding a man's face but very aggressively to the point the man was gasping for air. It was quite kinky. You weren't surprised by the fact Mingi watched porn because realistically, it's a no Brainer. He's a grown man so naturally he'd have his horny moments but it's the fact what he watched was so kinky and messy. The man was literally coughing on her cum.
You exited the video and clicked on another link that was in a different section. This time it was a video of a man getting pegged and this one was no less kinky than the previous. The man was crying and pleading for release as she stretched his tight asshole. The sight intrigued you and you kept watching. You were so dialed into the video you didn't even notice the water in the shower stopped running.
The door to your bedroom abruptly opened. Mingi stood in the doorway with his towel around his neck and only wearing a pair of shorts. His hair still dripped with water and his skin was tinted red from the hot water. He finally noticed that you had his phone in your hands that blasted lewd sounds from the speaker. Mingis ears burned bright red as he saw you. He rushed over and grabbed his phone, turning it off. Not a word was spoken as he paused the video. He sighed and looked down at you.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would actually click on the links," he blushed before sitting next to you on the bed. You shook your head.
"No, no mingi. I'm sorry I went through your private stuff," you apologize as you put a hand on his shoulder.
"You probably think I'm weird now don't you?" He blushed as he stared at the ground, trying to hide his nervous smile.
"No of course not," you reply instantly. He looks up at you surprised. "It's okay to watch this stuff," you shrug and he realizes you've missed his point.
"I meant…you think I'm weird for watching that kind of porn," his eyes scattered across the room, trying to find something else to look at.
"Not at all," you shrug again and he looks at you surprised.
"But I fantasize about such weird stuff! You saw what I watch! The men are always crying and begging…" he admits before looking into your eyes. Despite his embarrassment there's a hint of desire lingering in them.
"Is that what you want to sound like?" You ask sincerely and he looks at you stunned. You patiently wait for his response.
"Y-Yes but I was just nervous to ask," he admits as he fidgets with his fingers. You chuckle lightly at his innocent behavior. "I-I was hoping at some point it would just happen naturally," he looks up at you with puppy-like eyes. Your heart swells at his words. There's a touch of desperation behind his voice. You take a deep breath to compose yourself, holding yourself back from just pinning him to the bed and making him break beneath you.
"Lay down," you say in a low voice. He looks a little confused but he complies. His cold damp hair hitting the pillow beneath him as he lays down. He curiously waits for you to move, eager to see what you'll do. You pull off your shirt and toss it to the side. You have so many plans for him and you can't wait to see him sobbing beneath you. Your heart threatens to pound out of your chest as you speak. "We should come up with a safe word," you say as you continue to disrobe. Mingi's eyes are glued to your body as he speaks.
"Uhm why don't we use the same one you have?" He chuckles as he watches you take off your pants, tossing them aside.
"Alright. What about a safe action? I noticed in that little pussy eating video you saved that whenever the man was struggling to breathe he would pinch her thigh. Do you want to try that too for when your mouth isn't available?" You ask as you unclip your bra.
"Y-Yeah that works," Mingi's attention starts to stray away from the conversation to your body. Little did he know you were secretly implying that you were going to recreate that video later tonight.
"Okay, you seem ready now," you chuckle as you look at the tent in his shorts. He blushes a bit and goes to cover it but you instantly grab his fist firmly. He's shocked by your sudden aggression but it only turns him on more. His cock pulsing as it presses up against the clothing hiding it. You slowly let go of his hand and he brings it up to his chest, holding it away from his cock to give you full access. You trail your hand down his length through the clothing. You could still feel the veins you loved so much. You then pull down his shorts and boxers at the same time, his erection springing free at long last.
You smirk as you see the way it stands to his stomach, hard and swollen, twitching slightly. You hear him swallow hard as he watches you fondle with him. Your fingers spin around his tip down to the base of his cock, your thumb grazing against his asshole. You notice him jump and his eyes squint close. You can't hold back the devilish smirk on your face as you soak up his soft whimpers and little shakes of pleasure.
"You're so sensitive," you giggle as you continue to play with him. You bring your palm up to his tip and start running circles on it with your palm. Mingi lets out a deep groan at the feeling.
"Oh fuck baby," he clenches his fists as the pleasure swallows him up. You chuckle and move your palm a bit faster while using your other hand to jerk him off. The sticky sounds of his precum gluing your hand to his cock rings in your ears. You can't wait to break him in, stretch his little hole, choke him with a collar, smother his face with your pussy, slap his ass, pinch his nipples, ride his cock so hard and deep he screams. All your desires start surfacing as you watch his body tense up, his lip tightly tucked between his teeth as he groans. "Slow down I-I'm gonna cum," Mingi cries out and reaches to grab your hand while shaking. You slap his hand away and he complies to your silent demand. He puts his hands behind his head on the pillow, gripping his hair in a tight fist.
"I can't decide if I want to edge you till you cry or milk you to the point you can't even cum anymore," you lean forward to whisper into his ear, applying more pressure to his already sensitive cock. He moans loudly before biting his lip hard.
"I wanna cum," he whimpers out as his body starts convulsing. "P-Please, I'll be a good boy," he cries out as you slow down your ministrations. You hum, pondering your decision. Make him cum so much he empties out or edge him till he cries. It's a hard choice.
"Oh? You're gonna be good if I let you cum?" You say in a teasing tone, your hands slowing down their pace.
"Yes! Yes! Please," he whimpers before you remove your hands off of him. "Please!" He cried out one more time, his body lunging forward in search of his orgasm. "Please," he pleads one last time even though his climax has already escaped him.
"Keep up this whining and I'll never let you cum," you say in a low commanding voice. Mingi pouts before obeying. His eyes still plead though, begging for you to fuck him up. You smile and caress the side of his face with your precum covered hands. "That's a good boy, listening so good," you praise and you can visibly see how excited he gets from your praise. His eyes light up and a smile creeps onto his lips. "You like it when mommy calls you that hm? My good little boy?" You tease again and he nods.
"I love being your good boy," he pouts again and you can't help yourself anymore. You bring your hands back down to his sensitive cock and start jerking him off again, exactly the way he likes. Adding a little twist to your up and down motion. His eyebrows curl upward as he feels his climax returning. You then bring your lips down, sucking on just his tip for extra stimulation and you can see him just about to burst. "Yes! Fuck! Can I cum? Please, I wanna cum," his hips buck up as he tries to hold back his cum until you say he can burst. You slip your lips off of him before replying.
"Yes baby, let it all out," you say before blowing gently on his tip. The cold sensation brings Mingi to the edge as he moans. His hips jerk up one last time before he empties out onto your face. Ropes of cum sticking to your face down to his thighs. You continue to jerk him off, extending his pleasure. His moans become a mess of slurred words that don't make any sense.
"Yes mommy," he cries out as he lets out one final shot of cum. You smile warmly as his mouth hangs open, taking deep breaths. His chest rising and falling as his heart pounds. You play in the puddle of cum on his lower stomach, massaging it around. You watch as he comes down from his high, his body relaxing as he lays beneath you. He lets out one last sigh before opening his eyes and looking down at you. His messy hair all in his eyes as he looks at you. You crawl off the bed and stand next to him as you take off your shorts and panties. His eyes widen as he stares and your wet folds. He bites down on his tongue as he watches you. You climb back onto the bed and position your knees on either side of his head. Your pussy lips right in front of his lips.
You lean back and rub your clit just a bit to stir him on more. He brings his hands up to the back of your thighs, pulling you forward before taking one long lick up your folds, moaning as he does so. You chuckle and put your hands in his hair, the wet strands sticking to your fingers. Mingi encourages you with his hands to let your weight fall on him. You relax your thighs a bit, letting more of your weight fall on to him. He continues to move his tongue in a circular motion around your lips, his tongue delving down into your entrance every now and then. His nose was pressed against your clit adding extra stimulation when he moved his head.
You let out soft moans and praise as he struggled for air. He was eager to please you but he was struggling. He brought his hand around to the outside of your thigh, pinching it hard as he squinted his eyes. You brought your body back up allowing him to take big gasps of air. "You're doing so good," you praise as you pet his head. "So good," you repeat as you look down at him. His lips and chin glossy from your arousal. He took a few more deep breaths before pulling you back down to his lips. You gasp in shock by his sudden force. He uses more aggression on your pussy this time, lapping, slurping, and using his whole jaw to pleasure you. His tongue circling around your clit down to your entrance, slipping in for a split second to drive you wild.
You moan loudly and slap a hand over your mouth. Your legs give out and all your weight is put onto Mingis head. Your legs shake as you feel a knot building in your stomach. "I'm sorry," you cry out. Mingi must be in at least some pain right now. Your whole body weight is on his head and he was already struggling to breath. "I'm gonna cum," you whimper out as your legs shake. You grind your hips down onto his face as your thighs lock around his head, your fluids pouring all over his face. Mingis fingernails scratched and clawed on your outer thigh. He was struggling for air but the feeling of you cumming on his face with your thighs locked around his head was enough to outweigh the pain.
As you came down from your high you pushed yourself off of him. "I'm sorry!" You apologize as Mingi uses his elbows to bring his upper body up, coughing and gasping for air. He tossed his head back and you watched as his apples Adam bobbed when he swallowed all your cum that built up in his mouth. You felt your walls clench around nothing from the sight. His platinum hair stuck to the sides of his face. When your thighs crushed his head it pressed the wet hair to his face, causing it to stick.
"Don't apologize," he says in a deep cold voice. Your face glows red as you watch him bring himself back down to earth. "I've never came without touching my cock," he blurts out and you look at him confused. You look down at his cock to see a pool of cum soaking the sheets beneath him, ropes of cum on his lower stomach.
"Did you-?" You look back at his face. His creamy brown eyes were fixated on the mess between his legs. "I didn't even notice," you run your hands through your hair. Mingi sighs and lays back on the bed.
"Do you have any anal toys?" Mingi randomly asks as he stares at the ceiling. The best thing about sex with Mingi is that after he cums really hard he loses all sense of self shame.
"Uhm…yeah I have one. Why do you ask?" You tilt your head and he sits up again, his eyes meeting yours.
"I…I wanna try anal but I'm kind of nervous," he explains with dusty pink cheeks. Your heart swells at his words. "I just wanted to start with something a bit smaller than a dildo to…stretch out," Mingi blushes as he shifts in his position, his cock growing hard again from the thought of anal play. You smile softly and run your fingers through his hair.
"Of course darling. I have lots of lube and toys to test out okay? Anytime you want to borrow or use one just tell me okay?" You stand up to go to your sex toy bin. Mingi blushes while he watches you fetch a toy or two. You get him to sit up on the bed as you coat your fingers in lube. He watches attentively and calmly as you prep up your hands. "If it hurts at any point tell me ASAP,” you smile as you bring your fingertips down to coat the outside of his hole. He bites his lip as he watches you, nodding in response. You slowly start to apply more pressure, your fingertip dipping into his hole. You notice Mingi squinting his eyes shut as he lets out a soft groan as your finger sinks into him. The unfamiliar feeling sends him into spirals of pleasure. You continue to push your finger further in, watching Mingi carefully in case he needs to pause or use his safeword. “You're almost there, you're doing so good,” you rub his thigh with your spare hand as your entire index finger is engulfed by his tight hole. The way his walls hug your finger so tightly makes a surge of pleasure and excitement run through you.
Mingi takes a big gasp for air as he adjusts to the new feeling. “Holy fuck,” he groans as his hands clench the sheets. You smile warmly, appreciating his newfound pleasure. “Keep going,” he breathed out as he opened his eyes again. You gently and slowly start to roam around inside him. His knees jerk up as your fingertip runs over his prostate. He audibly gasps and lunges forward. “S-Sorry,” he blushes as he steadies himself again.
“Don't apologize,” you smile warmly and continue to rub his sensitive prostate. Mingis eyebrows curl upward as he bites his tongue in an attempt to quiet his moans. You can't hold back your smirk as you watch his body squirm beneath you.
“A-Ah, baby, baby,” he puts his wide hand on your arm, grabbing it firmly. You bring your spare hand up to his balls, massaging them as you continue to press your finger against his prostate.
“You can use your safe word,” you remind him and he shakes his head, his eyes squinted shut as his body shivers ever so slightly.
“I've never felt like this before,” he stutters out before gently letting go of your arm. He lays back down as you massage his most sensitive points. Honestly, Mingi feels like he's about to pee all over you, it's such a strange feeling and it's taking everything in him to hold it back. “I-I'm…” Mingi pauses mid-sentence and you notice the concern etched in his voice. You tilt your head and decide to stop your movements.
“You okay?” You ask as you keep your finger inside him, holding it still. Mingi stops to think of how to respond to your question. He felt good physically but he couldn't brush off the fact that this didn't feel like a normal orgasm.
“It feels good but it feels different from just…cum,” he blushes as he explains his predicament to you. You smile softly and brush back his hair.
“That's normal baby,” you chuckle softly and kiss his forehead. “Don't worry about any of that just think of how it feels okay? I want you to feel good and focus on the way it feels,” you smile and Mingi nods with innocent eyes looking up at you.
Once you're sure he's relaxed you continue to massage his prostate and he tosses his head back again. He squints his eyes shut as his whimpers grow louder and higher in pitch, also becoming a desperate cry. His sounds then go blank. His thighs jerking forward as seed sprays from his cock. He reflexively lunges forward and wraps his arms around you. A mix of laughs and moans escape his lips. “Where's that towel you had?” You say with a little laugh and Mingis's body relaxes in your arms.
Mingi points to the edge of the bed where there's a small towel. You pick it up and clean up some of the mess on his abdomen. Mingi lays back and you clean him up, a relaxed sigh escaping his lips. “Do you want to keep going?” You ask as you set the towel to the side. Mingi nods enthusiastically. You chuckle softly at his instant reaction.
"I wanna try a toy,” he admits as he looks at you with unsure eyes.
“Are you sure baby?” You ask softly as you run your fingers through his hair and he nods. You smile and fetch only a small toy to get him used to the feeling. You bring along a few others just in case he wants to go up size or two but you stick to using the first one. “Is this one good to start with baby?” You ask as you show him the long and skinner droplet toy. He nods as the clear toys glisten in the dim light. You grab the bottle of lube and coat the toy and his tight asshole in a layer of lube. “Ready?” You ask as you aline the tip of the toy to his asshole. He nods as he calmly waits for you to push it in. You guide it into his little hole and watch as his eyes widen as the first bead gets sucked into his hole.
“Fuck baby,” he whimpers as he clenches the sheets in tight fists. “Keep going,” he reassures you and you continue to push it further and further in. Each time a bead passes through his hole you watch his body jump. Eventually it reaches a point where it's so deep inside him he's visibly shocked to see how much of that toy is inside him now.
“Need a break?” You ask gently and Mingi refuses, shaking his head.
“Deeper,” he moans out. His mind has gone blank and all of his statements that could be sentences turn into one word. You push the toy in deeper, two beads pushing past his hole at a rapid pace. His back arches as he moans. “More, more, please,” he cries out and you happily do as he asks, pushing the toy all the way in. You then rotate the toy inside him, coating his insides in lube. “Fuck!” He cries out louder than ever before. The new toy worked miracles on him. “Keep going baby, do whatever to me,” he begs. “I'm your little man whore, your little man slut,” his body convulsed beneath you. “I don't even care anymore, do whatever you want to me,” he sobbed out as he grabbed a nearby pillow to clench onto. You can't help but smile at his complete submission. The trust he has in you to just make him cum without telling him anything makes your heart soar.
You then pull the toy out just a bit before slamming it back in. Mingis body jerks forward, a loud moan erupting from his throat.
“Rub that cock while I fuck you up,” you command him and he instantly follows your instructions. He starts playing with himself as you bring him to new heights at a slow and steady pace. His hands a shaking as he rubs his cock. He watches you fondly as his eyebrows curl upward, his lip tightly tucked between his teeth. You continue to thrust the toy inside him watching his body jump and jitter. His eyes rake up your body, soaking in all your beautiful features as you fuck him up. He throws his head back on the bed and his hand lazily strokes himself. He lets out low chuckles of pleasure before turning into high pitched moans.
“Please mommy,” he whimpered as his back arches off the bed. “It feels so good,” he cries before a mixture of regular cum and more water-like fluids spurt from his tip. his entire body shaking as he climaxes. He clenches his jaw hard as his body curls into yours as he groans loudly. “Fuck,” he groans before flopping back down. His body weak and tired. He lays beneath you, the toy still shoved deep in his ass. You carefully pull it out and set it aside. He lets out a relieved sigh as you dry off his stomach that's drenched in fluids.
“How was that baby?” You smile and he sighs, eyes still shut.
“Amazing…” he takes a few deep breaths before opening his eyes, lifting himself up. “Can we…try pegging?” He looks up at you hopefully. Despite just climaxing so hard multiple times in a row he was still going. You run your fingers through his damp hair.
“Yes baby but you need to take a short break okay?” You rub his pink cheeks softly. You kiss his forehead softly and he smiles warmly. “I'll go get you some water, you must be dehydrated after losing all of that fluid,” you explain and Mingi nods happily. He rests in the soaked bed, trying to catch his breath. His whole body is pulsing as he basks in the afterglow of such a high peak. As he relaxes his mind races with thoughts of what the two of you could do in the future. There was so much new potential now that he'd opened this door.
You came back with a glass of water and he chugged it like he hadn't drank water his entire life. As he drinks you search for your strap on. You had one lying around because one of your past lovers was a huge fan of pegging. You finally found it at the bottom of your off limits bin and fastened it around your waist. You then got out a small dildo and fastened that accordingly as well. Mingi laid content on the bed, patiently waiting for your return.
You climb onto the bed and coat your dildo in lube. “What position do you wanna start in?” You ask softly and Mingi pauses, thinking for a moment. Then without saying a word he rolls onto his stomach, lifting his hips up slightly for easier access. You smirk softly before chuckling. “Alright baby,” you bring your hand up to his ass, gently rubbing the soft and tender skin. He moans quietly at the feeling, clenching onto the pillow below his chin. You spread his legs a little bit and line the tip up with his hole. “You ready?” You ask as you rub his back softly.
“Yes,” he whimpers with a nod before biting his lip. You then slowly push inside of him, watching his cock twitch as you stretch him out. He moans hoarsely before burying his face in the pillow. He couldn't even form words anymore, he was so enveloped in pleasure. Then the dildo finally slips all the way in. Mingis body jerks forward as his eyes roll back into his skull. “Fuck baby,” he moans. “It feels so good,” he moans and you move your hips in a side-to-side motion, rubbing around his insides. He grips the pillow in a rough handful again. “Fuck me baby!” Mingi cries out. By the way he spoke it sounded as though His words weren't a request. It was more of saying, like he was telling him you were fucking him up.
You begin to slowly thrust in and out of him, holding his hips gently as you did so. “Ah-yes right there mommy,” he whimpers and you can't hold back your pleased smirk.
“You've been so good Mingi,” you say as you rub his lower back gently. You can see Mingi just falling apart beneath you. His jaw is clenched hard, his knuckles pure white as he grips the pillow, his eyes watery. “Such a good boy,” you continue to praise with a wicked grin. “You can use your safe word if you need to baby,” you remind him softly before leaning down, speaking in his ear. His eyes roll back as he feels the dildo moving deeper inside him from the new position.
“No! Please! Please don't stop,” he whimpers pathetic as drool starts to build in the corner of his mouth. You run your fingers through his damp hair softly.
“I won't baby,” you kiss the side of his forehead. “Not when you've been so good,” your thrusts become harder and a little faster. Mingi squints his eyes shut as you bite his neck softly. His moans become silent for a moment before a rough groan escapes his chest.
“I'm cumming,” he pants heavily as saliva pours from the corner of his lip. His pathetic admission doesn't stop you though. You continue to pound into him and he cries out louder. “W-Wait!” He cries out before burying his face in the pillow again. His cock was like a constant fountain at this point, spraying seed constantly. “Please!” He screams into the pillow. He throws his head back out of the pillow as he peaks again. Tears roll down his cheeks and you abruptly pull out. He buries his face in the pillow before lifting his head up again, gasping for air.
He rolls over onto his back, laying in a pile of fluids. You crawl over to him and put his head on your thighs. You take the dildo off your strap so it's not right in his face. You run your fingers through his hair and clean off his face, wiping away the tears and drool.
“You did so good my love,” you speak in a low, calm voice. You press a kiss to sweaty forehead before trailing your hands down to his chest, rubbing it softly. “Such a good job,” you smile down at him as he finally opens his eyes to look up at you, panting heavily.
“Is this what you feel like everytime we fuck?” He asked breathlessly and you laughed.
“Feel like what?” You tilt your head as you admire his slightly tinted red eyes and wet lashes.
“I dunno how to explain it…I feel like a noodle,” he chuckles softly and you laugh.
“Yes baby, I often feel like a noodle,” you laugh again as you pet his head. You then reach for the towel and dry him off.
“I've never felt so good Y/N,” he sighs in contentment. He rolls over while still resting his head on your lap. He wraps his arms around your waist. “Can we snuggle?” He looks up at you with those puppy eyes. You sigh softly.
“Let me take this off and we can cuddle all night, alright?” You say as you guide his head off your thighs and onto the dry side of the pillow. He nods with a little hum as his eyes flutter shut. You take off the strap and toss it aside. You then take off the blanket on your bed and replace it with a fresh and dry one. You snuggle down into the blankets and Mingi instantly latches onto you, nuzzling his face into your breasts.
“I love you,” he says in a tired, groggy voice. You pet him softly with a giggle.
“I love you too my baby,”
Nugh
Woosang is killing me thats why im quiet
The silence was bc I nonstop nutted after roar dropped
Suddenly met with his big stupid cock and fat tits and idk how to behave other than being absolutely soaked.
Nnugh could suck and play with his pretty perky nipples while riding that monster cock til he's all cute and whimpering...
Even worse, do you think he looks like that when he jerks that thick pretty dick? Just having the time of his life cumming everywhere losing his mind mmm...id so watch that.
Something ive seen recently is writers not tagging their fics correctly and its reallg annoying. Do not tag your fluff with smut, do not tag your smut with "pure fluff" do not tag your yunho fic as yeosang?!
Jongho posting shirtless for the first time in 7 years on his ig story I just wanna say he can STILL FUCK ME. DEEPLY.
dilfy mingi with hear me out
MILF reader 😮💨
Too Old For Games
cw. nsfw, afab!reader, milf reader, implied thicker/chubby reader, kinda subby dilf mingi, nipple play, handjob, praise, overstimulation *not proofread, just pure horny*
[it's the way this idea was originally for a san x milf reader fic i had planned 😭😭😭]
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Mingi lay with his head on your lap, too busy admiring the plushness of your thighs under his head rather than the random show that was on the TV.
Mingi turned his body towards yours with a huff, burying his face in your stomach as he clung to your hips. You just huffed out a laugh, carding your hand through his hair while enjoying the quiet time with your husband. “Mmmh,” He mumbled something against your stomach, making you push his head away from you. You looked at him quizically. “You’re so soft,” He repeated, pushing your shirt over your chest. “So sweet, all for me.” Mingi pressed lazy kisses to your skin.
He paused when he saw your bare tits, his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation. You barely had a chance to reprimand him before he latched onto you. He was getting harder by the second, his hips bucking uselessly into the air. You let out a soft moan, cradling his head as he suckled your tits like you’d start lactating right then and there.
Your hand pushed into his sweats, tugging them down enough to free his cock. You spit into your hand as you palmed his cock, letting more precum bead at his tip. You used the mix of cum and spit to stroke him, squeezing his cock just right.
Mingi whimpered as you squeezed your fingers around his tip, your thumb dipping into his slit. His suckles on your nipples got harsher and messier as your hand sped up. “God, look at you. Making a mess all over me, pretty boy.” You cooed softly, still petting his hair. He used his free hand to grope and squeeze your other breast, pinching and tugging at your nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
“C’mon then, make a mess for me, baby.” Mingi’s hips fucked up into your hand, his cum making a mess of your hand. He whimpered against your skin as you stroked him through his high, his hips jerking as the overstimulation started to kick in.
He tried to pull away, but you merely held his head to your chest again. He peeked up at you with poorly contained lust. “Give me another one. Just one more, for me, baby.” Your hand is still working on him, his tip flushed and leaking like a faucet.
“Such a good boy for me, now make another pretty mess for me.”
Felt a tear roll down my thigh
