dude, some fans were saying that he's been getting bigger lately and im fucking freaking out
idolbf!mingi x f!reader
content: size kink, pronebone, deep sex
wc: 1.6k
thinking about mingi...
Song Mingi, who knows his strengths, always makes sure to use them against you. He knows how weak you get for him when it comes to his strongest attributes.
His stupid, rich voice. And the sheer fucking size of him.
He made you feel small. You don’t even have to be short, and somehow it felt like Mingi shrank you down when he was around, in body and in soul. When he covered your mouth with his hand to muffle your moans, his thick fingers would curl around your face enough to basically have your entire lower skull in his grip, strong and heavy as he pressed down to keep you quiet.
Shoved down prone into the plush mattress, your cheek pushed into the pillow, his face buried deep where your neck met your shoulder, forcing you to listen to every single lust-drunk groan that fell from his lips, right against your hot ear.
Gravelly, low, sonorous, his voice always sending that weird twist to your gut that made your cunt gush like he pressed a button to open the floodgates. Every noise he made flowed over the ridges of your brain like cold water, and sent your senses alight. His nose inhaling your sweat slick scent and groaning deeply when he felt you clench around him every time his purrs sent shockwaves to your lower tummy.
His entire, enormous body holding yours down, never giving you an inch of space to escape, to squirm or even let your limbs twitch.
Making you feel him. Making you take him. His thick arms wrapped around your lower torso, his hands interlocked over your stomach as he pressed your back to his chest all the while letting all his weight rest on top of you.
An immovable force that you wouldn’t want to slip from under even if you could. The pressure he left on your lower belly, the way his legs pressed over yours so you couldn’t kick when his tip dragged against your gspot so perfectly, over and over and over again.
Maddeningly deep, and unfair strokes that quite literally made you unable to form words to praise him, or beg for mercy. All you could do was lie under Mingi and take what he was giving you and hope you wouldn’t pass out from pleasure. You wouldn’t wanna miss a second of this after all.
You would try to form words, moan his name, but nothing would come out.
“What’s that honey?” Mingi drawled against the crook of your neck, your skin shuddering when his tongue laved against the vein that protruded through your skin. “Can’t hear you over how slick this pussy is.”
To emphasize his point his slowly pulled his hips back, every thick inch of his cock sliding against your tight walls, the telltale sign of your soaked cunt echoing in your ears.
“Fuckk..” He growls quietly, sinking right back into your heat and rotating his hips slowly when your ass pressed flush against his hips once again. “You’re so wet and loud baby, can barely hear myself think.”
Your breath caught in your throat, unable to focus on intaking oxygen when you felt so full of him. His hands gently kneaded your lower stomach, his thumbs rubbing slow circles against the bulging flesh.
“Don’t forget to breathe.” He instructs lowly, but pressing himself deeper into your pussy like he knows you were already struggling, to make it harder for you.
His broad shoulders easily swallow you beneath him and your drool pooled on the pillow. His arms constrict even tighter around your body, Mingi’s brain frying when he felt your body squirm in his grip, like a helpless little bunny trying to keep itself from being eaten.
But you loved feeling helpless with Mingi. You loved feeling like there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You loved feeling like there was no escape, that all you could do was stay trapped in his arms and let him fuck you slow, deep, and mean.
You could feel the dips of his abs against the bone of your spine, his powerful legs keeping your own spread beneath his body so he could continue to thrust into you smoothly.
When you try to moan his name again, Mingi presses a wet open mouthed kiss to the side of your throat, a choked groan falling from his lips.
His cock throbs inside of you, and he finds his body unable to help itself as his hips speed up, his fat tip gliding against that spot inside with determined purpose.
“So close…” he pouts against your jugular, his soft black hair brushing your cheek. “Try again pretty baby, moan louder for me.”
At this point you had completely given up, your brain no longer functioning, cockdrunk and useless under the weight of his body.
“Love when you let me use you.” Mingi groans, cooing at every weak sound you made when his strokes hit so deep your stomach felt like it was caving in. “When you let me use this pussy. I love it when my baby just lies there and lets me fuck it how I want.”
It didn’t matter how Mingi fucked you. No matter what position, what pace. His sinful girth and curved shaft hit every spot just right no matter what. But he loved prone the most. He loved holding your little body down underneath him, his flesh melting into yours without a centimeter of space between you two. Filling you up nice and slow, languid, intimate moves of his hips. He always had to make sure he got a hold of himself or else he’d try to fuck you to sleep.
“Atta fuckin’ girl…” he praises around a strained groan, your cunt clenched around him so hard his hips stuttered their movement from your grip.
One hand moved from over your stomach and slipped over your puffy clit. You immediately jerk in response as his tough calloused fingertips pressed up against it, your thighs shaking as the pleasure rocked your sensitive body so hard you felt like you were falling.
Mingi’s hold on your body stayed firm, and his hips pressed harder against your ass, his cock sinking deeper into your pussy, his body resting further against yours and rendering you immobile as you laid beneath him and just took it.
“F-fuuc-! M-Mingi… mmff…” your moans broke and shattered pathetically as you came around his thick cock immediately, which only coated his length in more of your slick, lubing him up even more to continue fucking into you with a renewed passion.
“There it is…” Mingi pinches your clit and shifts his legs to spread you open even more. Moving his other hand from your stomach back up to cup your jaw and holding your head still.
He loved to just hold you, hold you still, hold you close. Completely overpowering you. His giant hand is swallowing your chin, and his thumb slipping into your mouth and sliding over your tongue. His thumb was so thick it filled your mouth deliciously, your eyes rolling when the cologne on his wrist clouded your senses.
“I know it’s big, baby.” He teases, and he almost sounds sorry for you. But it was hard to discern his tone over the slick plaps of his hips against yours, echoing against his bedroom walls. “I know beautiful, I know. Took so long to stretch you out for me, but look at you now.”
He laughs against your ear and slides his thumb deeper into your mouth. “Creaming, soaked, so open and willing.”
You wouldn’t even be able to tap out if you wanted to; your brain was far from here now, forgotten and useless. All you were at the moment was your body, and Mingi’s big hands, broad body, smooth voice and thick cock were defining you as a person in his sheets tonight.
“‘M gonna make you cum so many fucking times you forget that pretty name of yours, baby.” Mingi’s hips pause for a brief moment, slowly rolling them deep into you to punish you with the suffocating feeling of him in your guts.
The grip on your jaw tightens, his hand forcing your neck to crane to the side so he can press his open mouth against your temple, making you feel the vibrations of his low moans rattle against your skull. “Take my fucking word for it.”
He does end up fucking you to sleep this time, after you had cum so many times, the only sound you could make was sad attempts at breaths. You passed out with his cock still inside of you, but your cunt was so slick he was fighting with each stroke to prevent himself from slipping out of you.
“Fuck baby, fell asleep on me, hm?” He whispers against your skin, and you moan softly, your cunt fluttering gently around him.
He wondered if he was fucking you stupid in your dreams, his slow thrusts a lullaby for your tired body.
When you eventually wake up, he asks you what month it is. You could not tell him to save your own life.
He always does end up fucking you so good you forget more than just your name. He prides himself on how dumb his dick gets you.
He teases you about it, but apologizes by eating you out for hours, his thick tongue filling your pussy and warm mouth feeling you out and devouring you like he was drunk.
He always wins you over with that stupid pout, that throaty voice and those big rough hands. He had you around his finger and him around yours.
One day, you’ll really put him in his place and get him to beg you for mercy, but for now, you enjoy the overwhelming sense of power he subjects you to at his hands.
But fuck man, you love turning your brain off for him and just letting him have his way.
Being Mingi’s personal toy was a fucking blessing.
whiny!mingi - drapes himself dramatically across your lap the second you sit down, making sure at least half his body is uncomfortable so you have to pay attention to him
whiny!mingi - wakes you up in the middle of the night by rutting his hard length between your thighs, voice cracking as he repeats "i can't sleep baby."
whiny!mingi - says “babe” forty times in a row with increasing urgency until you look up from your phone
whiny!mingi - sobs “suck harder, i need your throat, ungh,” bucking his hips up to fuck your mouth, drool dripping down his chin as he rambles about how perfect your lips feel wrapped around his shaft.
whiny!mingi - will follow you room to room complaining that he’s bored, but the moment you suggest something to do he says “no not that.” he won’t say what he really wants (wink wink)
whiny!mingi - pouts and whines “baby, please, my cock hurts so bad”when you ignore his throbbing bulge in his pants during movie night, humping your thigh desperately until you finally stroke him off.
whiny!mingi - whines that you never kiss him first and then gets flustered the second you actually do
whiny!mingi - who’s version of “I miss you” is showing up wherever you are and sighing loudly until you acknowledge him
☾ warnings: nsfw, masturbation/toy use, filthy language, obsessive behavior, worship kink, degradation kink, voyeurism (recording/cam sex), exhibitionism, possessiveness, cocky/dom energy, sub vibes (only a few), accidental creampie, breeding kink, overstimulation, scent kink, crying, rough sex, (joong is my fav in this)
☾ hahaha...ha ha, so well, here we are. enjoy lmaoooo, one of these may honestly turn into a full fic 💀 who’s ur fav?
edit: there's now a full spin off fic, ft. yunho and mingi: pocket pussy incident
seonghwa – (kinda a softy but addicted)
He unwraps the gift like it's fragile. And in a way, it is. His hands are slow, reverent, and when he sees what's inside, his breath actually catches. No teasing. No wide-eyed shock. Just quiet awe.
"This is you," he murmurs. Thumb dragging slowly along the slit, memorizing the shape. "You let me have this?"
He doesn't use it right away. He showers first. Changes the sheets. Sprays your perfume on his pillow and dims the lights like he's setting up for a date. And when he finally presses into it, it's with a low groan, hips stuttering almost instantly.
"Fuck… you're so warm even in my head."
He whispers your name like a prayer. Thrusts deep, slow, and holds himself there like he doesn't want to finish too fast. Like cumming would ruin the moment. But when he does? It's with a shaky cry and your name on his lips.
He leans down between thrusts once, just to kiss the clit. Doesn’t matter that it’s silicone, in his head, it's you. He moans against it like it's holy.
He kisses it after. Cleans it gently. And tucks it away in silk like a secret.
—
hongjoong – (filthy, obsessive)
He asked for it. Of course he did. He researched molding kits, offered to help position you, took photos for "accuracy." He was fussy about the angle. "If I'm gonna fuck it," he said, "it's gotta be perfect."
When it arrives, he's hard before the box is even fully open. Uses your moan recordings and a video of your last orgasm as audio. Lube? Optional. He wants it raw.
"You're tighter than I remember, baby. Miss me that much already?"
He ruts into it at his desk, cock flushed and leaking, both hands wrapped around the toy like he wants to crush it. He props his phone up and hits record. "You wanted a video, right? Watch me ruin it. Watch me wreck your perfect little clone."
He moans your name, curses, even slaps it once just to see how it jiggles.
He leaves it out on the nightstand. Doesn't hide it. Wipes it down like a prized instrument and kisses it goodnight.
—
yunho - (gentle, addicted in secret)
He blushes so hard you think he might combust. Opens the box slowly, like he's afraid it's going to moan at him. When he realizes what it is, his ears turn red.
"You made this? For me? Like… molded?"
He acts like he'll save it for a lonely night. But that night? It's tonight. He's too curious. Too hard. He lies on his back, headphones in, listening to you breathe from a voice note. Lubes it carefully. Hesitates.
Then slides in and whimpers.
"Oh my god. Oh my god."
He's loud. Embarrassingly loud. Moaning into a pillow, hand gripping the toy like he's afraid it’ll disappear. When he cums, he gasps your name and makes a mess of his stomach.
He pulls out dazed, sees the mess leaking from the toy, and blushes all over again. “Shit… I—I came inside. I’m so sorry…”
He can’t look at you the next morning. But the toy stays in his drawer. Within reach.
—
yeosang – (worshipful, lowkey possessive?)
He unwraps the box slowly. Fingers lingering on the soft inner walls, eyes dark.
"You gave me this," he says, mostly to himself. "You really let me have this."
He doesn’t fuck it immediately. He sets it on a velvet towel. Stares at it like it’s a relic. He talks to it.
"Did you miss me today? You look so wet, baby. So ready."
When he finally uses it, it’s like worship. He presses in slowly, voice cracking. One hand stroking himself, the other caressing the outer folds like they’re real.
He cums with his forehead against the mattress and your name breaking off his lips in a whisper.
He never shares it. Never hides it either.
He keeps a drop of your perfume sealed in the same drawer. Dabs it inside before use. Wants your scent to cling to him for days. If anyone even thinks about touching it, his voice goes ice cold:
"That doesn’t belong to you."
—
san – (desperate, loud, horny type)
You don’t even get to explain. He rips open the box and screams.
"NO FUCKING WAY. YOU DID NOT. YOU—" (he's already naked btw)
He fucks it on cam. With you watching. One hand on his chest, head thrown back.
"You molded your pussy for me, baby? You wanted me to fuck it while thinking about you? You wanted me to cry, didn’t you?"
He screams your name when he cums. Falls apart. Pulls out messy and still hard, gasping.
He strokes it after like a lover. “You’re her,” he murmurs. “My sweet girl.” You hear him coo to it like it can respond.
Uses it again before cleaning it. Leaves it next to his water bottle like it’s his gym towel.
Texts you: it twitched around me. swear to god. she misses me
—
mingi – (overwhelmed, ruined, a princess duh)
He tears up. Literally holds it like a newborn.
"You did this for me? You really let them mold… there?"
First use, he puts on one of your oversized shirts and your perfume. The video call is open, but all you see is his hand trembling.
"I missed you so much. I—I know it's not you, but I had to try."
He fucks it like he’s scared of hurting it. Whispers little apologies even as he cums inside.
"Sorry baby, I just… couldn’t hold it. You felt so good."
Afterwards, he wraps it in a towel and kisses the rim. Cries again.
He wears your shirt while he uses it again. Sobs into the fabric when he cums too fast the second time.
“You smell like home. I need you again, I—please.”
He talks to it when he’s lonely. You catch him once. He doesn’t stop.
—
wooyoung – (cocky, deranged!!, too proud)
He sees the box and grins like you handed him a Nobel prize.
"Oh, you shouldn’t have. No, really. I might propose."
Fucks it with the lights on, music blasting, sunglasses on. Makes you watch.
"She’s sucking me in, babe. I think she loves me."
He spits on it. Spreads the lips open for the camera.
He licks it once. Grins. “Taste test approved.” Later, he sucks his fingers clean and moans like he’s at a wine tasting.
"Tell the real thing to be jealous. Her twin’s working overtime."
You hear him moan your name and his own.
Texts you at 3am: ur pussy has a clone. i’m in a throuple now.
Also buys a backup. Just in case.
—
jongho – (controlled, brutal, undercover addict)
He doesn’t react. Not at first. Just raises a brow, thanks you, and disappears into his room.
But behind closed doors? It’s carnage.
He fists the toy with both hands. No build-up. No lube the second time.
"Tight little thing. Can’t even take me."
He doesn’t moan. He grunts. Breathes harsh through his nose.
Finishes fast the first time. Slow the second. By the third, he’s groaning your name like a curse.
He wipes it clean. Places it in a drawer. Comes back 20 minutes later. Uses it again.
“Take it,” he growls under his breath. “Take my cum like a good girl.” Your moan plays through his earbuds. He fucks harder.
He never brings it up. Never admits it. But the sheets are always damp, and his jaw’s always clenched.
