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ᯓ★ THIS MASTERLIST CONTAINS SFW & NSFW WORKS. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. AGELESS BLOGS & HATE WILL BE BLOCKED. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
last updated : 20.04.25
❀ — fluff / h — humour / s — suggestive / nsfw — smut [ MDNI ] / a — angst / ☆ — my personal fav
MINGI ⋆ 송민기
SHORT
cuddling with mingi but he gets carried away ❀ , h , s
idol!mingi x manager!noona (pt 1) nsfw , ☆
idol!mingi x manager!noona (pt 2) nsfw
short pink haired!waiter mingi ❀ , h
clubpromoter!mingi ❀ , h , ☆
raving with best friend!mingi ❀ , h
nsfw twitter content creator!mingi nsfw , ☆
roommate!mingi wants to fuck you bad nsfw , ☆
meeting mingi for the first time at the club ❀
boyfriend!mingi loves when you sit on his lap ❀
nsfw thoughts nsfw
rave sex with boyfriend!mingi nsfw , ☆
teasing bsf's brother!mingi gone wrong nsfw
LONG
gullible x best friend!yunho nsfw , ☆ (1k) — you should've known better.
how to fix a broken heart in one day ❀ (1.5k) — your failed situationship has left your heart shattered into pieces but lucky for you, mingi's good at fixing things.
kiss me ❀ , c (0.4k) — you accidentally broke roommate!mingi's laptop screen but instead of getting mad at you, he proposes a sweet, sweet deal.
date ❀ (0.3k) — a kiss or a date—your choice.
can't have you but i'll make you mine ❀ , s , ☆ (0.3k) — bodyguard!mingi x fem!reader
YUNHO ⋆ 정윤호
SHORT
yunho the type to drink for you at parties ☆ , ❀
aged-up!sugardaddy!yunho ☆
bodyguard!yunho catches you at the club ❀
bodyguard!yunho puts you in your place (pt 2) nsfw
you pissed boyfriend!yunho off ❀
LONG
gullible x best friend!mingi nsfw , ☆ (1k) — you should've known better.
wisdom teeth, oysters, and bedtime stories ❀ , ☆ , h (1.5k?) — apparently, all it takes is two wisdom teeth, one foul oyster and a fuckass bedtime story to end your decade-long beef with your arch-nemesis, jeong yunho.
SEONGHWA ⋆ 박성화
SHORT
toxic!mafia!seonghwa a
pervert!roommate!seonghwa nsfw
roommate!seonghwa thinks you taste so sweet s
nsfw twitter content creator!seonghwa nsfw
WOOYOUNG ⋆ 정우영
SHORT
tsundere!wooyoung ❀ , h
[ snippet ] simp!barista!wooyoung ❀ , h
LONG
what are best friends for ❀ , c , s (0.8k) — wooyoung's a manipulative, obsessive, jealous best friend who wants you all to himself (aw)
love on the street ❀ , h , ☆ (1k?) — you and bestfriend!wooyoung embark on a top-secret mission to stalk hongjoong on his date but find yourselves unceremoniously caught up in a scandalous street interview for a reality dating show. yikes.
HONGJOONG ⋆ 김홍중
SHORT
fashion designer!hongjoong x pa!reader ❀ , ☆
LONG
fuck around and find out ❀ , h (0.7k) — clubmanager!hongjoong catches you in his club's car park slashing your ex's car tires and let's just say, he's charmed.
piercing s (0.5k) — hongjoong needs help with his ear piercings. or he just really needs you.
SAN ⋆ 최산
SHORT
potential fiancé!san ❀ , h , ☆
cheating on seonghwa with san nsfw
the concept of saving severely injured delinquent!mingi in a dark busted alleyway after a shitty breakup and patching up his wounds in a sketchy motel with hello kitty bandaids while bawling your eyes out from the unbearable heartache. "why the fuck are you crying, i'm the one injured here," mingi spits, ungrateful. you slap him across the face. he sees stars, then how gorgeous you actually are. holy shit, you're hot. an awkward pause follows. "sorry", you mutter. "it's okay. i deserve it," he replies, eyes still anchored on your face. it's so cliché—being saved. yet he can't seem to dull the churning curiosity of your source of pain, and before he even realised it, mingi felt kinda pissed. "you hurt? who hurt you?" you whip him a glare and told him to shut the fuck up. he did. you sleep at the motel that night. under the worn-out crusty blanket and mingi's bandaged arm wrapped around your waist from behind. it feels almost instinctual; the pull of your bodies; a joint, meek effort to dissipate your pains with the weight of his flesh on yours and your head under his chin. he breathes in the jasmine in your hair, but only after you felt the faintest brush of his lips on your nape. a kiss.
the first time barista!mingi took your coffee order, he had to do a double take. "iced soy vanilla latte with five sugars please" - you. that's fucking crazy, he thought. the amount of sugar is enough to send a man into a heart attack, not that it concerned him or anything to see a pretty girl with the prettiest smile ordering blood sugar spike in a cup at his doorstep—no, no, he's just ... watching out for you. or so he thinks. as the seasons change from cold to spring and his greetings from hi's' to 'hey cutie', mingi begins gradually decreasing your coffee sugar levels right under your nose. and if you let out a suspicious "this lowk tastes different", he'd straight up gaslight you, "nah baby you're overthinking it," all the while drawing two little hearts beside your name. you don't question it, shy. and so, come summertime, you've completely gone down to one sugar with half a pump of vanilla syrup and mingi's gone bold. one morning, as you turn to walk away from the cafe and mingi's hope-harbouring gaze, you notice on the side of your coffee cup, a message in blue:
riding bsf's brother!mingi while he leaves hickies all over your tits. it's insane what a lacy white bra and a tight button-up top could do a man's sanity. you did it on purpose. four buttons undone from the top to reveal your tits spilling out as you crawled towards the tv remote you just so happened to drop between his legs. he could see your nipples through the sheer lace, perky and hard against your shirt like the raging hard-on in his pants. fucking brat. it's only a matter of seconds before you're yanked off the rug and shoved onto his cock. tongue on your neck, teeth in your skin. he watches as you bounce on him like a pathetic dog, broken moans melding with his low grunts as you struggle to hold your own weight up on his thighs. "look at you," mingi chuckles coldly, "act like a slut and you'll get treated liked one."
Imagine going to a rave w mingi, him grinding you for behind, face buried in the crook of ur neck, the smoke around, the smell. I need raver!mingi sooooo bad 😫😫😫😫😫
raver!boyfriend!mingi ૮ ꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀི ა ₊ ˚ ⊹
tw: 18+ mdni, rave sex, public sex, mention of drugs
i just know he's topless, sweating, horny and high off his fucking head. mans running on adrenaline, off-white sunnies, a slab of sunscreen you had to force-lather on his body, and a jeans pocket with the essentials; his vape, your lip gloss and a bag—talk about raver boyfriend of the year.
you're having the best time of your life, bouncing up and down in the tiniest bralette and the shortest fucking booty shorts like a walking piece of candy, so fucking cute and clueless. and look, mingi's all for his girl being confident and comfy at raves but god does he want to fuck you stupid right then and there.
you're no fool to mingi's antics. he's been grinding on you for the past hour, hands gripping your hips, lips on your neck leaving sloppy kisses you had to physically tear yourself away from him or you'll actually end up fucking. "baby, please, not now." it's a meek warning. the fact that you can't even hide how hot and flustered you are makes his dick throb even harder. you're so small, so easy to hide. plus it's nighttime and the musics so deafening you can't even hear your own breathing. all he has to do is pull ur shorts to the side and whisper sweet nothings in your ear; "it's fine, baby, no one will know and no one gives a fuck. c'mon, let's have some fun." sweet, sweet nothings. "i know you want it."
and you give in.
"f-fuck baby– you make me so fucking horny. needa fuck this pussy bad." mingi's gone. his breathing's ragged, hair wet with sweat, teeth nipping the skin below your ear as he ruts into your ass; subtle and slow but deep enough to knock a strangled gasp out your throat with every thrust he forces you to take. "so good for me, fuck, you enjoying this, baby?" he chuckles. you scan the crowd, eyes darting in fear, thrill burning through your veins as you desperately cling onto every last thread of self-control; a futile attempt to seem lowkey. who tf are you kidding. there's nothing lowkey about getting fucked standind up by your six foot horny hunk of a boyfriend at an edm rave but mingi's right—no one gives a fuck.
m.list
a/n: bring back defqon1 (i've never even been to one)
Imagine going to a rave w mingi, him grinding you for behind, face buried in the crook of ur neck, the smoke around, the smell. I need raver!mingi sooooo bad 😫😫😫😫😫
raver!boyfriend!mingi ૮ ꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀི ა ₊ ˚ ⊹
tw: 18+ mdni, rave sex, public sex, mention of drugs
i just know he's topless, sweating, horny and high off his fucking head. mans running on adrenaline, off-white sunnies, a slab of sunscreen you had to force-lather on his body, and a jeans pocket with the essentials; his vape, your lip gloss and a bag—talk about raver boyfriend of the year.
you're having the best time of your life, bouncing up and down in the tiniest bralette and the shortest fucking booty shorts like a walking piece of candy, so fucking cute and clueless. and look, mingi's all for his girl being confident and comfy at raves but god does he want to fuck you stupid right then and there.
you're no fool to mingi's antics. he's been grinding on you for the past hour, hands gripping your hips, lips on your neck leaving sloppy kisses you had to physically tear yourself away from him or you'll actually end up fucking. "baby, please, not now." it's a meek warning. the fact that you can't even hide how hot and flustered you are makes his dick throb even harder. you're so small, so easy to hide. plus it's nighttime and the musics so deafening you can't even hear your own breathing. all he has to do is pull ur shorts to the side and whisper sweet nothings in your ear; "it's fine, baby, no one will know and no one gives a fuck. c'mon, let's have some fun." sweet, sweet nothings. "i know you want it."
and you give in.
"f-fuck baby– you make me so fucking horny. needa fuck this pussy bad." mingi's gone. his breathing's ragged, hair wet with sweat, teeth nipping the skin below your ear as he ruts into your ass; subtle and slow but deep enough to knock a strangled gasp out your throat with every thrust he forces you to take. "so good for me, you enjoying this, baby?" he chuckles. you scan the crowd, eyes darting in fear, thrill burning through your veins as you desperately cling onto every last thread of self-control; a futile attempt to seem lowkey. who tf are you kidding. there's nothing lowkey about getting fucked standind up by your six foot horny hunk of a boyfriend at an edm rave but mingi's right—no one gives a fuck.
m.list
a/n: bring back defqon1 (i've never even been to one)
