i highkey wanna ride mingi’s nose ngl
is this…. is this my first ateez writing???? methinks it is.
warnings; no actual smut, breaking ‘n entering (not really, reader has a key, mingi just doesn’t know that), oral (f!rec) is the star of the show, mingi is innocent, reader is chronically horny and she’s mad about it, mentioned/implied hongjoong x reader, mingi and hongjoong are roommates… really there’s not much to warn you about!
“your face,” you begin, your own scrunching up in agony, “it’s been bothering me.”
a stupid sound bubbles out of mingi’s throat in response, both startled and a bit confused at your presence in his living room. okay, maybe he’s a lot confused. what does his face have to do with anything? as a matter of fact, who let you in? why are you here? hongjoong’s not even in the country at the moment.
“huh?!” he groans idiotically, blinking the afternoon nap from his eyes. “w’s’wrong with my face?”
“your nose.”
“my,” he pauses, still trying to come online. he touches his nose. “my nose?”
“yes,” you grit, teeth grinding as you watch said nose twitch, “and your stupid mouth.”
he frowns, petulant. “hey now, don’t be rude. i make millions with these lips!”
you know. you’ve known him — know all of the group — for years; you’ve listened to those stupid lips murmur more rap lines than you care to admit. hyper fixation at its finest, you think. you like the cadence and flow of rap in general, but the way it sounds in their korean tongue scratches your brain just right. so, truly, it’s not that you hate mingi; you don’t even dislike the guy. he’s funny and non-judgmental which honestly, is part of the whole reason you feel comfortable standing in the middle of his and hongjoong’s living room contemplating the entirety of your existence.
you see, somewhere along the line, that stupid face of his started appearing in your dreams. and that was all fine and dandy until it started appearing in your fantasies. now here you are, months later, clenching your fists angrily as your brain and your pussy silently war over your next move.
“what did my face ever do to you?” he pouts, the pursing of his lips making your eye twitch. your pussy is winning by a landslide. “s’not like you have to look at it.”
“you’re right,” you answer, stomping towards him. mingi eyez blow wide and he opens his mouth to respond, but you don’t let him. in fact, you beat him to the punch.
“i don’t have to look at your stupid face any longer because i’m going to ride it.”
the sound he makes is definitely the most pathetic and the most idiotic thing you’ve ever heard. you’re not sure if it’s a gasp or a choke, or even some fucked up combination of the two, and you’re not sure you care. either way, you meant what you said.
“i— what?”
“i know you heard me,” you huff, placing a palm flat to his chest and beginning to push him backwards. “you’re not that dumb and you’re certainly not deaf, right, min?”
he doesn’t know what you asked but he’s nodding rapidly. mingi’s still unsure how you got into his apartment, but his brain is stuck on the fact that you’ve told him that you’re going to sit on his face. you’ve left him no room to protest between your assertion and the way you keep walking, backing him all the way into his room and eventually onto his bed. he does nothing but blink the entire time, ignoring the kick of his cock in his shorts in favor of tracking your every move.
is mingi still confused when he’s buried chin deep in the sweetest pussy he’s ever tasted? absolutely. is he gonna stop eating said pussy to ask questions, though? fat-fucking-chance! mingi may be confused but he’s far from stupid. he’s he’s got his priorities straight and as a man bound by his duty, making you come is a matter no less than urgent. plus, he can always ask you after he’s done…. maybe…
you know, if he’s ever done..
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