ANTI ZIONIST • FREE PALESTINE • 30 • U.S. • multi stan (bts//skz//ateez)• MDNI • ive had this blog since i was in high school so what i reblog won't always be fandom content so im sorry about that but im too old and tired to be doing the sideblog bullshit anymore
cw: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!, recreational drug use (weed), porn with no plot at all apart from they love eachother, a lot of perving on mingi, dom!mingi and he does what he wants to you basically bc you want him so bad but he’s just as desperate, really they're down bad your honour
synopsis: you and your boyfriend are smoking and he looks too fucking good.
a/n: me thirsting over mingi as your resident stoner cousin but as a fic
sw: they fuck high but they’re both very consenting, masturbation (while u watch), nipple play (while he watch), a lot of manhandling, a lot of dirty talk like filthy stuff he doesn’t shut up please believe me, they're both sleazy and dirty, some degradation, like 2 lines of daddy kink because i do what i want, p in v unprotected, praise, big dick mingi and he knows how to use it, one line of ‘little girl’, wet messy dirty sex, begging, riding, backshots, talks to ur pussy, creampie, breeding kink kinda heavy
It’s all getting to be a bit too much.
There’s way too much of your boyfriend’s skin exposed right now, and it’s too much to handle. Mingi's thighs are spread, muscular, honey toned skin contrasting deliciously against the black leather of the sofa, and a small rolling tray rests upon his lap. His dark baggy basketball shorts have rolled up with his movements to show those thick, thick thighs, and the dark hair littered across the softer skin that you can see has your mouth watering. Surely you must be ovulating, looking at your boyfriend like he’s a piece of meat that you could fucking devour right now, fingers twitching in your lap like they do when you want another toke except you want to suck on something else.
His black tank top ensures that you can see his arms, bulging slightly when he moves, and his big hands and his fingers… they’re long, dexterous, packing the weed into the paper. Not only were they deep inside of you last night, but they were shoved into your mouth afterwards, accompanied by a light tap to the face with his other hand, his plump lips curling up in a pleased snarl but his eyes filled with love and devotion. You sigh, body heating up. Your eyes rake his frame, and you land on his face.
He’s smirking, and you see his tongue poke out between plump lips, hands bringing the paper to his mouth. Your brain becomes filled with thoughts of his tongue poking elsewhere, between your legs, against your pussy that must be sopping by now - something else he did last night, until you were crying and shaking after three orgasms and begging him to leave your poor clit be - he didn’t, forcing another one out of you with a dark chuckle until you really kicked at his chest with your socked foot.
“Mean,” He’d mumbled, eyes glinting with mischief as his long fingers wrapped around your ankle, catching your movements. He tutted, crawling over you. He’s so big that you shivered, stomach bubbling with arousal all over again. “After I just made your little cunt feel so nice too. Don’t tell me I have to split it all the way open to make you be a good girl for me.”
Your cheeks heat up. You clear your throat. The entire environment is making you dizzy, and you’re not sure if it’s the smoke dissipating across the room or the way Mingi just fucking is.
He must’ve finished rolling while you were staring, because he’s sealed the paper shut and he begins to pack the joint, wrapping his fingers around the cone and tapping the base of it down on the tray absentmindedly. You clear your throat again, rub your eyes as if it’s going to help and really, you expect to have gotten away with it - but while he’s making the jerking motion with his hand, his head rolls back against the couch and his eyes finally fixate on you.
“Oh,” You sigh. It looks like he’s jerking off if you just look at his face, seeing the movement of his arm from the corner of your eyes. You feel like a teenager again, slicking up in your cotton panties over something so simple.
His eyes are too intense, always are, always have been, and they’re half lidded now, the whites a little pink. He’s high. You know he’s high, because you’ve smoked two joints with him already, but you also know there’s something else swimming in there. He licks over his lips, slow smirk forming and you realise - he’s horny too, and he’s being crude about it. Your pussy pools in your underwear. “Mingi. Why-“
“What were you doing? Getting wet, perving on me?” He’s blunt about it, always has been since the start. It works on you, always has. He leans closer, making your breath hitch. You think you’ve gotten him without confessing to your desires openly, the smoke filled scent of him enveloping you. Suddenly it all stops, and he’s turning back to the tray, twisting the end of the joint. He’s smiling cheekily now, his teeth visible in the soft lamp light, the sudden change giving you whiplash - what is he doing to you? “You’re going to have to work harder than that, baby.”
“Wha- Mingi?!” You splutter, floored. “Okay, one, yes. I was perving on you. Two, Mingi, you’re easy.”
“I am,” Despite his words he’s like the cat who got the cream, the epitome of smug, slotting the joint between his plush lips. It hangs out of his mouth, and he discards the tray to the side table before turning back to you, spreading his thick thighs further, straining against the hem of his shorts.
Your gaze goes down again, unable to control it when you’re buzzed. He’s hard. He’d swear he always is around you simply due to your presence, but it’s obvious when it’s Mingi because he’s so big, and it’s thick and long and heavy in there, tenting his shorts. You can see the outline of it - even the shape of his round, fat balls a bit lower down. He stretches his thighs open further, relaxes into it a bit because he knows you’re watching, and the way you heat up would be almost embarrassing if you didn’t know that he’s doing it deliberately. “This weed is supposed to make you a little horny. I’ve been horny as fuck. I can just jerk off and make you watch, though. I know you’d listen to me. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”
“You wouldn’t really do that,” You argue, having nothing to say to the second part because you would listen because you love him so badly. Would he do that? He’s typically dominant, sure, but he’s never denied your pleasure; he actually likes to give you so much of it that you’re sobbing and begging for him to ease up on you.
Mingi clicks the lighter and the joint is lit. You watch him inhale, the way his chest raises and the way it falls when he exhales. He licks over his bottom lip and smirks again, confident, nodding at the floor, “wouldn’t I? Get on your knees.”
“What?” You blink. He takes another drag and places the joint at your lips, allowing you to take a few drags. The weed is sharp, a stronger strain than what you’d normally get but with your big, high tolerance boyfriend staying for a couple of days, you had no choice. It’s not long before he’s tapping your hip, urging you onto the floor. When you don’t move, continuing to smoke, enjoying the way it makes your limbs tingle his hand comes down on your ass, a lot harder than the sweet taps he’s just given you.
“That’s enough now, baby. On your knees.”
Your head is spinning just from the few tokes you took, and you make the conclusion that the way he’s acting is making it worse. Still, you scurry to the floor, knees hitting the hardwood of your living in your pyjama trousers, mind fuzzy.
Mingi takes a second to examine you. Your chest is heaving already, and you haven’t dared touch, not until he says, and his teeth bite into his bottom lip as he watches you. He’s pretty up there, long, dark hair boyish in his eyes and he blows it out of the way when he exhales, jaw clicking. He moves the joint to the ashtray on the side table to free up his hands, and then he lifts his hips to push his shorts down those thick thighs.
He’s not wearing underwear underneath. It doesn’t surprise you, given the amount of detail you could see when he was clothed and also that he’s a massive slut for you, self-proclaimed, always trying to get your attention. He immediately takes his swollen shaft in his hand with a soft huff. Even with the size of his hands, his dick looks huge, thick and veiny in all the right places. His cockhead is a little pinker than the rest of it, flushed with arousal, and he’s so fucking hard too, swiping at the precum with his thumb. You’re pretty sure you’re about to have an aneurysm when he pushes it down to tap the tip against your lips.
He grabs the joint, pushing the head of his cock between your lips. “Spit on it f’me, baby,” He exhales, and you feel debased by the way he’s still smoking while you do this, placing the end of the joint between those lips, one hand yanking up his shirt so that you can see the base of his tummy. The shape of his v-line is visible now, up to the bottom of his bellybutton and the trail of dark fuzzy hair that leads to his pubes.
It’s only working to make you more aroused, and you let out a shaky breath before somehow pooling saliva on your tongue and spitting on his cockhead. The weed’s made your mouth a little dry, but it works - the wetness dripping over his shaft makes him groan instantly, and he uses his palm to rub over his piss slit and spread your spit all the way down. “That’s good, so good for me. Bet your pussy’s wetter, though. Is it all wet and messy? Bet your little clit’s swollen too, your hole clenching like it does when it wants me to ruin it.”
“Y-yes,” You stutter - you know it is, and Mingi chuckles. He knows it too, and the thought of it is driving him insane, head rolling against the sofa. He always babbles when he gets horny, lost in his own fantasies, spare hand gripping at the cushions. His own chest is heaving too now that he’s working at his cock, palm pumping his shaft. It’s hard for him to hold back already, and his eyes are low, watching your face as you stare down at his cock. “Can I- can I touch myself too?”
“No,” He’s abrupt, firm, despite how his cock is leaking like a faucet over the way you’re just sitting there, watching, so submissive for him, and it makes you whine. He jerks his cock, speeding up his hand, squeezing his tip until it leaks more pearly precum. It drips over his fingers and you moan, wanting nothing more than to lick it up, your tummy curling at the sight. His eyes scrutinise you, chest exhaling shaky breaths as he works himself to his orgasm. “Oh, you’re so fucking- pull your shirt up, gimme somethin’ to work with. Show me your tits, baby, show daddy.”
“Pervert,” You mumble, but you’re yanking the fabric upwards anyway because your pussy is too wet to think. As soon as he sees your skin, Mingi groans, and you swipe your thumb over one nipple for good measure. If it’s pissing him off that you’re touching yourself he doesn’t show it, only starting to leisurely fuck upwards into his fist, eyes fixated on you like you’re the best porn he’s ever seen, moans and whimpers tumbling from his lips.
Your underwear is sticking to your pussy at this point, swollen bud throbbing for attention as he just waves his cock in front of you, the most tempted you’ve ever been - he’s too fucking hot, and he knows exactly how to get you going, one of the things you love about him.
“I wanna fuck them, best fuckin’ tits I’ve seen,” He blurts, and you flush, letting your hands brush over them, cupping and jiggling the flesh. He moans high when you do it this time, sucking his teeth with furrowed eyebrows, so you do it again, and his hips buck into his fist. “Dirty- dirty girl, touchin’ your tits for me. My little pornstar, so pretty.”
“Mingi, please, I wanna-”
His other fist forms a circle around his cockhead, and he moans, long and gravelly, cutting you off. “Fu-uck, fuck, baby, wait,” He babbles, shaking his head, and his hips pick up pace. He’s fucking both fists as if they’re a pussy, and his eyes clench shut, head rolling back. You think you might cum at the sight of him, finally moving your hands to rub up his thighs to give him something and he whines this time, eyes looking at you like you’ve hung the moon - he can’t believe you let him treat you like this. It gets his dick rock hard every time, and he’s always so eager, handsy and pleading as much as he makes you take it. “No, almost- shit, get up here.”
You clamber to your feet almost immediately. It’s embarrassing, but Mingi’s hands have already moved from his cock, making their way to your waist, fingers digging into your flesh. He pulls you to sit yourself on top of him and hooks two fingers into your underwear, all so sudden, yanking them to the side. A web of arousal connects the fabric to your folds, and he licks his lips upon seeing your cunt, so pleased to see the hole that belongs to him.
“That’s so fucking hot. Shit, you’re that wet from seeing me stroke my cock? Can I just put it in?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, moving closer to him with a hand on one broad shoulder. He’s wide, and you have to be spread wide to accommodate him, thighs lax over his and his overpowering presence making your tummy burn with arousal. You’re so close now that he yanks the t-shirt you’re wearing up - his, so big that it reaches your thighs, and lets his cock brush against your tummy with his movements. He’s impatient, lifting you up by your waist to bump his tip against your clit and let it slide through the mess of slick on your pussy. The glide is easy, his shaft slicking up with your arousal. “I’m gonna make you wait again if this is how wet you get, honey.”
He’s smiling wide, toothy, pleased, pushing his cock through your noisy, sticky folds over and over and you grumble. “Don’t you- fucking dare- god, give it- ah-“
He takes that moment to pull your hips down, sliding his cock inside of you, still effortlessly hard and so big. His lips part as if to prompt you to keep talking, eyebrow raising, but you’re rendered completely wordless on his lap.
“Ah, there you go. That’s nice, isn’t it? Nice ‘n big,” Mingi thrusts up just once, letting himself get fully situated inside of you. He gives you the moment to adjust and reaches to the ashtray, lighting the joint once again. This time, he passes it to you, making sure you get your fix. It would be a nice gesture if his large palms didn’t immediately go to your ass, spreading your asscheeks open and planting his feet on the floor to thrust upwards hard.
“Mmngh- oh, oh my god, Mingi!” You keen, struggling to keep the joint in your hand. Still, you take your three puffs like a good girl just as he wanted and hold it to his lips yourself. He grinds into you so sensually, plump lips parted just enough to hold the joint between them as he inhales, eyes fixated on you as he shoves his cock deep and gets so stoned you’re not sure how he fucks you so good. He looks good now too, cheeks dusted pink from his high and eyes low, lips curled in a satisfied little smirk. He’s making sure you feel every overwhelming inch of him before he begins to chase his pleasure. “That’s good. Oh, Mingi, it’s so deep, s’good-“
“Shut up and take it, n-nasty little girl,” He mumbles, smoke tumbling from his mouth and you can tell by the way he says it that he’s hesitant to speak to you like that. The response he gets has him more confident.
You keen, high and loud in your throat, and you’re so dizzy with it all, arms going limp yet still trying to grip onto his biceps for dear life. You let him manhandle you onto your back on the sofa and you don’t even complain when he blows smoke in your face with his other tokes. It’s erratic, the air is hot and heavy from the smoke and the passion is consistent between the two of you, making you struggle to focus - you’re just letting him do whatever he wants, as per usual, the way you both like it. He spreads your thighs wide, letting the pits of your knees rest on his forearms.
The change in position only drives his dick deeper and you swear you can feel him deep in your guts, aided when his palms press flat against your tummy to keep you in place for him. Like this, he kisses you for the first time since you started playing, body curled over yours and joint discarded in the ashtray once again.
Mingi would swear there’s nothing better than kissing you, not even a joint after a long day. He moans deeply into the kiss, hips moving on autopilot. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, tasting of weed, tongue licking over yours and his own teeth biting into your lip.
Your pussy cries for him, wet slapping noises reverberating loud enough to drown the light music and your wet kisses out and Mingi looks ruined when he finally leans back again - his chest is flushed pink beneath his tank top, his lips covered in saliva and eyebrows pinched where he looks down at where you’re connected, his shaft slick with your juices. You get this wet for him every time and he mumbles something about this is why you’re made for him, your pussy forming a ring of white cream around his base, curling his pubes with it.
He moans, staccato and broken up by the slow, steady thrusts he’s giving you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby, so good for me, y-yeah? Shit, feels so good around my cock, I-“
“F-Faster,” You murmur, against his lips. He wraps your hair around his fist and pulls sharply, a warning, and you cry out in protest, feet thudding against his back. “Faster, faster, please, I’ve been good, want more!”
“You have, fuck, you have, taking me so good,” He muses, chest heaving, driving his cock inside of you over and over. He pulls his tank top off from behind his neck, and you’re suddenly exposed to way, way too much skin that you want to scratch and mark up and bite into, dragging your nails down his stomach like you love to do.
Thankfully, he’s quick to crowd into your space, large palm pressing down on your stomach and fucking in sharply, making you feel it so deep you’re sure his cum is going to be there for days when he gives it to you. “I’ll give it to you, baby. Take this fat fucking cock, listen to this- this fucking messy cunt, talkin’ to me, tellin’ me how good I’m makin’ her feel.”
His hips snap against yours quicker now. You can hear it over the sounds of your wails, the sounds your hole makes as it gushes and throbs around his shaft, and you claw at his biceps. The heat licks at your stomach and his incessant thrusts don’t make it any better, the high he’s put you in making it feel too fucking good and he’s so big, so sexy, so yours - his lips meet yours for another few messy kisses, as speechless and pleasure drunk as you are, arms wrapping around your waist.
Mingi’s so close that your clit starts to grind on him, where the mess of dark hair is, and the sudden sensation makes you squeal into the crook of his neck, bucking upwards and fucking onto him. His fat cockhead reaches that spongey spot that makes you cross eyed and you do exactly that, going limp in his hold, pussy gripping so tight he has to push hard to move although you gush so messily, down to his balls.
“There it fuckin’ is, there it is,” He grunts, palm wrapping around your hip to pull you down against him. He bounces you in time with his thrusts, fucking against your g-spot until your eyes water and you finally bubble out a sob, eyes red and desperate. Mingi’s eyes focus back in on you and he curses, thumb swiping over your bottom lip. “Gonna cum on this big dick, nice and easy, aren’t you?”
His pubes stick to you with your arousal, and before long your pussy is clenching so tight he can barely pull out, only able to bounce you against him. It does the trick, keeping his cockhead focused on that spot, and you nod with a whimper; he nods back at you, fond. “I am, I am, mmngh- gonna cum so good for you, please, please-”
He coos, letting you suck his thumb, eyes full of adoration as if he isn’t fucking you like he hates you. He knows your body so well, knows what you like and what gets you off - he knew you were going to cum before you did, knows that the man you love fucking you braindead is what you love the most. “Let me feel you. You’re so close, aren’t you? Can feel it, this little cunt always squeezes so tight when you- o-oh, there- there it is, f- fuck, baby, shit-”
Your orgasm hits your whole body, cunt creaming on his wide shaft and making his own eyes roll at the wetness. He manages to fuck you through it, your toes curling amidst hard, deep thrusts that focus on your g-spot, and you cry Mingi’s name over and over as tears stream from your eyes. Your pussy throbs and throbs even as you come out of it, blinking through the damp of your tears to see your boyfriend’s face, the smug smile and still red eyes he has until he leans down to kiss your hairline.
“So sexy when you cum hard for me,” He murmurs, hips slowing to a gentle rock, until he leans backwards on his knees and pushes your legs apart, holding your legs in a vee. Even the gentle movement starts to feel overwhelming when he stretches you taut like this, and you whimper, nails scrabbling at the sofa. His abs flex as he holds you there, looking down at where you’re connected, where your abused pussy sucks his fat cock back in over and over despite your strangled little noises. “Gonna use you now. Gonna- gonna use you like my toy and fill you up with my cum, you want that?”
“Please, please-“
“Not talkin’ to you,” He huffs, thumb moving to your clit. It’s too sensitive, and you try to writhe away but his grip holds you where you are, cock fucking a bit quicker now, sharper. “Talkin’ to her. Fuck, listen to your little pussy. Is it too big, sweetheart? No, you like it like this, don’t you? You like when a big cock splits you open, so fucking easy.”
Your cunt is loud, squelching after your orgasm and only louder as he rubs messily over your clit, spreading your arousal over your mound. He’s lost the plot, you think, too drunk in it and babbling endlessly to your goddamn pussy - this is new but he’s gonna make you cum again, and you both know it. Your teary eyes and tortured, overstimulated noises do not match his smug grin and deep, gravelly groans, however, and his lips kiss over your hairline a few more times before he pulls back to spit down against your tight hole, only making it flutter noisily.
“I love you so much, you know that? Love how good your cunt takes me, how desperate you get for me,” He murmurs, voice surprisingly clear and you sob wetly, nodding, quiet but he knows what you mean. His hips start to snap against yours, your hole feeling so swollen that it’s barely allowing him access but he pushes through your folds, using you for his own pleasure, his breath shaky as he moves to press his lips against yours. Your head swims with it, loving when he take take takes like this, pussy aching like you’re not sure if you’re gonna break or cum again. Mingi’s movements start to stutter when you moan airy and loud. “Need you on your tummy, baby, daddy’s gonna- fuck- daddy’s g’na give you his cum, okay? On your tummy, like a good little breeding bitch, can you do that?”
You don’t have to, which is what you expected - Mingi always likes to move you around himself, loves how pliant and fuzzy headed and whiny you are when he fucks you stoned and needy. He doesn’t pull out as he flips you over by your waist, letting your body automatically arch because you know exactly what to do for him, knees parting and tits flat against the sofa, t-shirt pushed up above your chest in his frantic movements.
It’s exactly how he wants you, ass pushing back into him and he moves, slow and steady, dick moving in and out and in and out at such a dirty grind. You let out a strangled noise at his cock moving inside you again, and his hands move to your asscheeks, pulling them apart - it stretches your pussy again, aiding the smooth movements and letting you feel every inch and vein. You realise you’re fucked and you’re gonna cum again if he carries this on, his fat, heavy balls hitting your clit, your nails scratching on the blanket, shaking your ass against his crotch in the hopes he fucks you faster.
“This fat fucking ass,” He groans long, breathless, digging his blunt nails into your flesh. He spreads you apart further, swings his leg upright so his foot is flat against the cushions and forces his cock in deeper. You’re making so much noise, barely lucid, so high from the weed and what he’s giving you, pussy only able to seize loosely from his wide cock and flood him pathetically. You can’t see him, your own eyes screwed shut and head buried in the sofa anyway but you can imagine him, his tongue licking over his bottom lip over and over and his strangled breaths tumbling out, body moving so erratically, pecs clenching as he chases his orgasm. “Been hard since before we started smoking, you know that? You’re t-too fucking hot- shit, I can’t help it. I-I’m gonna cum in this fucking pussy, baby, o-oh my god-“
“Please,” You heave, voice so high pitched he groans at how pathetic you sound, pulling your ass back against him now, fucking your cunt open so good you think it might gape for days. He’d like that, you think, so pervy he’d love the idea of leaving you open from the size of his cock, able to shove it back in whenever he wants to claim you again. The thought makes you whine again, thighs shaking, “fuck, please, Mingi, I want it, please breed me, please fill me up, I love you, pleasepleaseplease-“
“-love you too, little girl, I’ll give it to you, that’s it that’s it, shit,” He babbles, shaking his head like he can’t believe how good it is, thrusting once, twice more until you feel it - your cunt flutters around him pathetically, in such a quick, responsive orgasm from his own that you cry through it, and his cock floods you with warm pearly cum. It’s a lot, always is, filling you up beyond belief and bubbling out over Mingi’s cock as he continues to move slowly, riding his orgasm out, groaning and huffing and fucking his load deeper into your stretched hole.
“F-fuck-“ He chuckles breathlessly, pulling you back by your ass, curving his broad chest over your back. He groans loudly, fat cock still throbbing inside of you, and you realise when he pushes in again that he’s still cumming, piss slit flooding you with his release. “So good, so good, shit, gonna give you it all.”
You squirm when he keeps moving, his shaft so slick it slides in and out deliciously, making your pussy throb again. He’s still hard, too, you can feel it, cock so big it takes him a while to soften. He eventually collapses on top of you with an exasperated huff, plump lips kissing your shoulder. His hips still move slightly, a gentle, slow grind as he comes down from his high, and you wriggle underneath him.
“‘M not pulling out yet,” He admits, kissing your skin again, trailing up to your cheek until he’s messily kissing over your lips. From the angle, he barely reaches your mouth but it makes you giggle, eyes still wet from the brutal fucking and hands barely managing to push yourself up to kiss him back. It lasts a few seconds, wet, messy kisses until he finishes with a nuzzle to your cheek with his sharp nose and a deep breath. “Love you so bad. I love you. Can I stay inside of you forever?”
It makes you laugh again, but you know he’s being serious. His hips bury into you further, flush against yours and you hum, pleased. “I love you too, baby. I wanna- let me warm it while we nap, please?”
You’re so dizzy you’re still begging, and he groans, pulling you onto your side without pulling out. It’s an answer of itself, and you know he’s too high and too sated to do anything but rest inside of you, right where he wants to be despite the mess between the two of you, his thigh slinging over your hips to bring you closer.
“Nap, and then I’m rolling us another one,” He yawns. You yawn too, suddenly so sleepy, letting his body warm you up. “Shit, I fucked myself to sleep. Pussy too good. Pussy amazing, actually-“
“Go to sleep, Mingi.”
“Right, yeah,” He hums again, inching closer like he’s not already plastered to your heated skin. It’s somehow soothing. “Really, it’s the best pussy though. Love you so much. Amazing pussy, amazing girl.”
“Mingi.”
“Right, sorry.”
You can’t help but smile. “I love you more, baby.”
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btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
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