[mimgi]

hello good day ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

my name is lu and im 26!

this blog is pretty much abandoned at the moment but i figured i'd leave it as a catalogue (?) for my writing as some people seem to find comfort in it. ♡

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i appreciate and love every one who takes time to comment/dm/favorite my work <3 thank you

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GOD I'M SO HAPPY BC I JUST FOUND YOUR ACC! YOU LITERALLY WRITE SO MUCH ABOUT MINGI AND IT MAKES ME SO SOO HAPPY + EXCITED 😭💗

god i love you AHAJWWJJWJSKWK

oh my god this made my week 😭 thank you SOOOO much im so happy you like my silly little writings <3

i love you back!!!!!

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dreams of light

pairing: mingi x f!reader

genre: fluff

contents: they are in love. that's it

word count: 208

you had your head buried on the crook of his neck. his fingers drew simple shapes on your back under your shirt, his other hand wrapped around the back of your thigh. you were lying completely on top of him, sandwiched between his body and the heavy blanket that protected you both from the winter's cold.

you had been on the edge of consciousness for the past hour or two, falling asleep briefly and waking up a few minutes later. mingi's breathing lulled you, made you feel safe enough not to care about your state – how, where, who you were.

you were this moment and you were him and he was you.

"'re you awake?" he croaked, voice unused, the end of the sentence turning into a whisper.

"mhm." you shifted, fingertips caressing his scalp. he hugged you closer somehow, arm wrapped around your waist.

"i'm falling asleep…" he drawled. you smiled against his skin, unable to bring yourself to do more. he also kept it at that, only humming a little when you sighed blissfully.

you dreamed of eachother.

you dreamed of late night drives and he dreamed of picking flowers with you, and you knew that there wasn't any world or dimension where you weren't together.

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and you're here

pairing: mingi x f!reader

genre: smut

contents: established relationship, teasing (they are a lil silly goofy), dom/sub dynamics, a hint of possessiveness, fingering (f receiving), praise, dirty talk, reader gets called princess and baby, lots of i love yous

word count: 872

"He's on his way." Mingi said as you walked back in the room, plopping down onto the couch next to him. Upon seeing the confusion on your face, he clarified. "Pizza delivery guy."

"Oh, nice!" You cuddled into his side, wrapping your arms around one of his. His hand rested on your thigh with familiarity, squeezing the flesh for a second. "I thought Wooyoung had decided to visit without notice again." Your boyfriend snorted.

"He's not included in the plans I have for tonight."

"Oh?" You eyed him curiously, eyes scanning the side of his face while he scrolled through his phone absentmindedly.

"Want you all to myself, that's all."

The sentence made you flush.

"And Wooyoung being here prevents that?" You teased. Mingi turned to give you a look of mock disbelief before he leaned forward to kiss you. It was short, pointed. Purposeful.

"He knows his place, princess. Do you?" He held your gaze with ease, face so close to yours. You struggled not to look away as you nodded, and he was smiling. "Pretty."

The doorbell rang just as Mingi was getting comfortable between your legs. He left for the door with a giggle and an apologetic kiss to your inner thigh. You were ready to forgo the pizza and drinks, but he kept insisting that you needed to get some food in your stomach and kissing your cheek and saying please so you ate. You both ate, you a little too quickly while you eyed everything but the movie he'd put on for entertainment.

Your eyes kept going to his thigh, and then to his hand wrapped around the remote. His lips, shining with spit because he kept licking at them to collect remains of pizza sauce. His nose, his cheekbones, his freshly dyed pink hair. You clung to his side again, groaning into the skin of his neck. He embraced you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you halfway on top of him.

"So needy, hm?"

Mingi helped you sit sideways on his lap, his arm supporting your neck and back. His other hand touched your cheek lightly, thumb caressing your bottom lip.

"You look so good it's making me insane," you whined. "Kiss me?" 

He leaned down wordlessly and pressed his lips to yours, this time soft and slow and steady. He whispered a yes into the kiss when you wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, his other arm coming around your torso as well. You were positively wrapped around eachother, two parts of the same thing. His tongue licked the back of your teeth and you groaned, needing more of him.

"Baby." His hand dipped past the band of your sweatpants and went straight to cupping you over your panties, as if it was always meant to be there. Your legs trembled as you opened them for him.

You pulled his face closer to you and kissed every inch of it as he started to move his fingers over your clothed core, gingerly, exploring. He had his eyes closed, just taking you in; everything that came with loving you. You gasped into the corner of his mouth when he started circling his middle finger over your clit, your nose pressed into the side of his.

"I love you." Mingi whispered, his hand sliding under your underwear – maybe to himself, he realized after the words came out of his mouth. Yet he repeated it a little louder, wanting you to know. "Love you." 

You mumbled the words back, too drunk on him to elaborate. His fingers found their way inside you as they always did, and you felt your thoughts go blank for a second. He kept two of them fully inside and moved his wrist ever so slowly, massaging your walls in a way that made your forehead scrunch and the corners of your eyes prickle with tears.

"Gi…" You balled your hand over the front of his shirt, feeling the familiar gurgling of want at the bottom of your tummy.

"Always do so well for me. So perfect." He whispered, moving so that he could press his lips to your forehead in a gentle kiss. "Gonna come all over my fingers? Make a mess for me?"

Your legs spasmed around his hand, cunt squeezing his fingers. Your head lulled back limply, supported by his arm. He watched you, pliant under his touch and embrace, mouth hanging open as you gasped and moaned and whined every time his hand moved, eyes rolled into the back of your head. 

"Feels so good, yeah?" You nodded with a sigh, feeling a third finger slip inside. You choked around a sob, pulling on the front of his shirt. It felt so, so good. Heavenly. "My princess deserves it, taking me so well."

"Oh, I–"

Your attempt at a please died on your lips as your orgasm ripped through you unannounced. You felt nothing and everything all at once, your fingertips prickling with electricity and all you could think was Mingi, Mingi, Mingi, my Mingi.

"I got you, baby, I'm here."

You could barely hear him over the sound of your heartbeat, but you knew.

I love you so much.

"I know, princess. I know."

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MINGI ✧ HALAZIA ✧ 230113

[mimgi]

LU… HAAIIIII ❤️❤️❤️

JJ I WAS LOOKING FOR YOUUUU <3

how are you HIIIIIIII

[mimgi]

pretty please

pairing: mingi x f!reader

genre: smut

contents: they are in love, reader gets called baby and princess, possessiveness, grinding/thigh riding (kind of), unprotected sex, have i mentioned that they are in love

word count: 566

notes: i love mingi

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your touch felt like a scorching iron, hand splayed over his back. he moaned into your neck, craved more of it. he wanted nothing more than to let himself burn under your touch. it was addictive, enthralling, absolutely intoxicating. your other hand curved around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, and he felt that same heat pierce into his veins and through his whole body. he felt inebriated, mind deliciously clouded. his eyes searched for yours, unfocused.

“my baby.” you whispered, not trusting your voice to go louder. not when he was so close, not when you were both breathing so erratically already. he adjusted himself on top of you, his thigh rubbing against your core. you both gasped. “gigi, my gigi.”

“princess.” he was out of breath, the embodiment of agony. he felt so full, his chest ready to rip apart and spill years of repressed feelings that he was now able to just feel. yet everything was coming up at once, and he didn’t know what to do with it. “i need you, i need you bad.”

“i need you too.” your eyes scanned his face, stopping at his lips for a few seconds. “i’m yours to take.”

he kissed you, rougher than he usually would. god, you were going to break him. he felt so utterly out of control, yet mingi couldn’t remember a time where he had ever felt so free.

your hips moved at their own accord, mingi rubbing himself against your thigh while you grinded on his. it was simultaneously too much and not enough, your tongue dragging lazily against his bottom lip. his hands were firm on your thighs, squeezing the meat of them in a display of possessiveness that even he was unable to describe. a reminder to himself of who you belonged to. the thought made him grunt.

“come sit on my lap.” he sat up against the headboard, moving quick to avoid missing the feeling of your skin. you were on him in a millisecond, hands on either side of his face pulling him into another kiss. his hands went back to the back of your thighs, hungry, kneading the flesh until you whined a little. “can i– i need to be inside you. yes?”

“please.” your lips were on his neck, kissing, biting, marking. he breathed through his nose as he positioned himself comfortably under you, one arm around your torso to lift you just a tad before he started pushing himself into you. “fuck– hm god.”

“oh yes.” it was his turn to run his hands up and down your back, his touch soothing. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to anchor himself on your warmth. your hands went to his hair, nails dragging across his scalp. you both moaned into eachother, hips still. “my baby.” he echoed your words from before, holding you close. “fucking mine.”

“always yours.” you dragged your lips against his shoulderblade, breathing too heavy to kiss him there. “y-you own me.”

“fuck.” he rolled his hips up, slowly, burying himself inside you. “you own me back. i’m– you have me.”

“yes, yes.” you clenched around him. you felt the urge to cry and giggle at the same time, adoration bubbling atop your heart. “fuck me, please.”

“fuck yourself on me.” he closed a hand around your jaw, gaze searching for yours. “please.”

[mimgi]

it's always you

pairing: mingi x black f!reader

genre: smut/suggestive

contents: mind ramble, suggestive, fluff, mentions of sex, mingi is in love <3, reader's genitals described as "cunt"

word count: 373

notes: this is posted on ao3 under the user alex13jjk and was previously posted on tumblr before i deleted my account. hope you like it as much as i do ♡

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His hands sat idly atop his lap, a movie playing on the TV. ‘Watched’ wouldn’t be the best verb to describe what he was doing; he was, at most, looking at it. 

He absentmindedly rubbed a hand along his right thigh, mind sifting through images of stockings over naked legs. Black see-through lingerie. His eyes fluttered close. In the back of his eyelids he saw you, warm tawny brown skin glowing against the lowlights. His head rolled back until it was resting against the back of the couch. He remembered how your braids fell so beautifully over your naked chest, and he found himself smiling as he recalled how they tickled his skin whenever you bent over his chest to kiss him on the lips. While riding him.

He was thinking a thousand thoughts a minute. The images blended together, different days and different outfits and different hairstyles but all that mattered was that he was thinking of you. His baby. Beautiful despite the time of day or how you felt about yourself in the moment. Always so fucking beautiful. And his. He hoped you were thinking about him, too. Were you?

His hand had traveled to his crotch by now, but he wasn’t too focused on what he was doing. He would later text you with a ‘hey just did something while thinking about you’ and maybe a ‘im a mess and i need you’. He would spend too long thinking about the latter, hoping it didn’t sound too desperate. Nothing wrong with being desperate, he told himself, because he loved it when you got desperate for him. When you begged, or when you looked at him through teary eyes and he knew. When you begged, though. How pretty your lips looked when all you could do was gasp and call for him. Sometimes you said his name so much it stopped making sense, and that was when he loved you the most, he thought. Because he knew that your incessant Mingimingimingi was not just desperation or a side effect of his dick sliding in and out of your cunt. It was a love letter. He felt it and he knew. Fuck, he missed you. He would definitely send that last text.

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