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.
pairing﹢song mingi x fem!reader
genre﹢smut. fratboy + uni!au. alcohol consumption, inexperienced reader. first time + unprotected sex. big dick mingi agenda, praise, dirty talk, possessiveness, mentions of multiple orgasms, jealousy + obsession themes, fratboy catches feelings.
synopsis﹢mingi’s used to being chased, but when he finally meets someone who won’t give in, he becomes the chaser. thinking he was playing a mindless game, turns out, he’s the one falling hardest.
FRATBOY!MINGI is used to getting whatever he wants. parting, girls, free alcohol, numbers scribbled on his hand by the end of the night, and then there’s you. the pretty girl who's always just out of reach and knows how to play her cards right. suddenly he doesn’t even look at anyone else.
you’re his favorite girl — not because you give him everything, but because you don’t.
he walks into a party and scans the room automatically, not for hookups, simply for you. once he finds you, that's it, he is on cloud nine. attention fixes on you, shoulders relaxing, a wider and softer grin, while everyone else fades into background noise.
you sit on his lap like you are already dating, arms around his neck, lips brushing his jaw, letting him think he’s close, alas never close enough. kissing him slowly and teasingly, the taste of jaeger sweet on his lips, letting him get worked up. big hands sliding to your waist, your thighs, wanting to get under that skirt… then you stop him.
not rudely or showing that you don't like him, but the way your acrylic nail is pressing on a part of his chest that is revealed, considering how he unbuttoned his shirt earlier. all he does is look down at your finger then at you. a soft smile, a kiss pressed right at the corner of his mouth instead of where he wants it.
“not yet,” and it drives him insane.
he groans into your neck, forehead dropping to your shoulder, big hands flexing like he’s trying not to lose it. he’s hard, needy, frustrated, and weirdly attracted to the butterflies you are giving him. he turns down girls without even thinking about it now. doesn’t flirt back, entertain, or even give free shots to everyone, just to his friends.
because why would he, when you exist?
and when he gets invited to a big party once again, he tells his friends he’s “not in the mood” or when wooyoung comments about another girl looking at him, he says “already got someone,” even though they know he hasn’t slept with you. a little suspicious because mingi never turns down a party or a one-night stand. what’s worse than being teased nonstop by your closest ones: aww, the big bad boy has gone soft, isn't he adorable?
making out with him is messy and heated. he is so desperate, kisses lingering too long, biting your lip like he’s trying not to let you go. whines when you pull away, laughs breathlessly when you tease him about how horny he gets.
you’re not mocking him about it; you still curl into his side and melt under his touch. and still kiss him goodnight when you have to leave the party, so you just don’t let him take that last step.
mingi waits, patient in the way only someone completely interested and hooked can be, knowing that when you finally say yes, whenever that is, it’ll mean something.
because you didn’t give him your body right away, as every girl did before. you made him fall first, turned the one who was chases into the chaser, and now he needs you in a painfully obvious way.
FRATBOY!MINGI has been fed with only breadcrumbs for the past few months.
kisses that linger just long enough to make his head spin. your fingers brushing his wrist, his hands, the hem of his hoodie, and then pulling away right when he leans in. sitting too close on purpose, knees touching, whispering things meant only for him in crowded rooms. letting him feel wanted, but never satisfied.
a perfect little cat-and-mouse game.
mingi is visibly fascinated by it. he gets quieter around other girls, less interested, and less playful. all his energy funnels into you; every party ends with him finding you. every night ends with him asking you if you’re coming over, and you smiling, saying, “sorry, not tonight,” and you watch how his smile turns into a frown, muttering something like, “yeah, i think i’m not going either. next time, then?”
then comes the group project, and how you end up meeting san and wooyoung at the library, one of his closest friends, and mingi isn’t there yet, running late, and somehow the conversation drifts to him.
san laughs first, peeking from his laptop. “you know he’s down bad, right?”
you barely look up from your notes, not interested, but you are secretly nosy about it. “yeah, like i haven't heard that before. he just likes to talk about girls.”
wooyoung snorts. “no, seriously. he hasn’t touched anyone since you.”
that gets your attention as san nods, more serious now. “he turns girls down, like… actually turns them down. all he talks about is you.”
“or he likes bragging about body count, feeding his ego...typical men, no offence.”
wooyoung shakes his head, putting his hands in a ‘timeout’ like position. “nah, this is different. he doesn’t even brag about his sex life anymore…instead, he gets stupid when your name comes up.”
“he thinks you believe him that he will use you for one night, and that’s going to be it,” san adds as he notices you suddenly stopped writing with your pen, “and that scares him more than you saying no.”
when mingi finally shows up, slightly out of breath, eyes immediately locking onto you, as he puts your favorite sweet treats over your textbook, your heart suddenly does a whole 180-degree loop. you see it now, the way his face softens, and he wears glasses? the way his shoulders drop, looking relieved just seeing you there, and that boyish smile appears on his stupid, handsome face… it makes you feel things.
later, when you’re walking out together, he gently taps your shoulder, scared about such a simple thing, because he wanted to ask you out on a date. opening his mouth, closing it, and rubbing the back of his neck, and all that came was: “what’d i miss?”
and suddenly, he doesn’t look like a party animal at all, more like the shy and clumsy nerd. cute, you think, a total loser in the best way.
“nothing,” you say, hiding everything you learned about him, while leaning and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, and pulling back before he can react. “don’t slack off, tho. do your part of the project, okay?”
behind the corner, san and wooyoung watch him lift a hand to his cheek like he’s never been kissed before in his life, even if you kissed a million times already, blinking as you disappear down the hall.
yeah, he’s done for.
the moment mingi starts dressing like a normal person instead of a guy who forgets what shirts are, that’s when everyone knows — he’s serious about you.
FRATBOY!MINGI and you don’t even know if it’s because you’re both wasted, or because you tug his hand and try to pull him away from the crowd, clinging to him in a way you never have before. you’ve never been this affectionate, so obvious, and it finally clicks for him when you lean in and whisper, all soft and needy, “can we go somewhere else… just the two of us?”
mingi doesn’t even stand a chance, especially not with that face of yours, that voice, and the look in your eyes. he nods immediately, letting you lead him through the house until you find a bedroom, door lock included, thank god, and even better, untouched, clean sheets waiting.
and the second the door clicks shut, you’re onto him.
jumping into his arms like you’ve been waiting months for this moment, hormones spiking higher than mount everest, body buzzing, and he finds it insanely hot. for once, he is grateful for getting absolutely wasted because what do you mean the girl he likes finally gives him the whole loaf of bread, warm and fresh, instead of just the crumbs? and you, you're so beautiful that you make him wonder if he really wants to feel you physically, and not emotionally. but the fact that your hands are everywhere, mouths crashing together, kissing messy and desperate, saliva shared as clothes disappear piece by piece.
before he can even think, you’re both naked, his body pressed against yours, his cock lined up at your wet folds…finally going in his dream destination.
you’re nervous, but brave. a virgin who somehow knows more than you should, cheeks warm from the alcohol you drank just for courage.
he is buzzing with adrenaline, the kind that makes his hands shake just a little when he realizes what this means. yeah, he’s had sex before, sure, had his first time with a pretty classmate of his a few years ago, but this is his actual first time with the girl he actually likes. the one he waited for without even realizing he was waiting.
“you sure ’bout it, baby?” he murmurs, mouth brushing your collarbone, breath hot as his hands tighten instinctively when you move, excitement and anxiety mixing in your body. he knows how important this is for you, and how you’ve been saving yourself for someone worth this moment. “’cause once i start… i won’t be able to stop. shit– never seen such a pretty pussy before.”
when he pushes inside, slow and careful, you feel the stretch immediately. he’s big, bigger than you expected, everything deliberate, meant to make you feel safe instead of rushed. clinging to his shoulders, whining and gasping as he takes his time, letting you adjust, easing himself deeper inch by inch, he’s completely focused on you.
when he finally starts moving, slow thrusts find a rhythm, creating a tempo both of you would enjoy. all you can do is pant and moan, angelic sounds mixing with the faint clinks of his chains and necklaces. your eyes sting with tears, overwhelmed by the reality since you’re really letting him have you. yes, him. song mingi, the infamous fratboy who’s been hopelessly in love with you for months, who’s proven over and over that he’s serious, that this isn’t another game.
and then he whimpers.
actually whimpers like all soft and broken sounds that spill from him, even though he’s the one in control. it’s absurdly hot, with him dominant, needy, praising you breathlessly while still feeding his own ego because he can’t help it.
that boy moves knowing exactly what he’s doing. the way his hips roll, so controlled, aware when to press hard, the way his body stays perfectly in sync with yours: it’s obvious he’s experienced. and yeah, he uses that as an advantage, not to show off, because he wants you to feel good, and special. every movement is intentional, every deep thrust of his body meant to pull another sound from you, another reaction or orgasm. it’s overwhelming because no one has ever put this much care into making you feel wanted, loved, cherished, and most importantly, desired.
what gets him, though, is how fast he loses himself in the pleasure you offer him. mingi’s never been like this before. never came so quickly, or felt so affected by someone else’s body, reactions, personality, hence their trust. and instead of him being embarrassed that he is no better than that nerd yunho, who has been throwing not-so-secret glances at you during classes, can’t even hold a conversation without saying something uncanny, a total fucking weirdo, and visibly a big simp for you… he just accepts it, meaning, he’s in deep, metaphorically and realistically.
from there, it blurs like the alcohol in your system. bodies moving in sync, positions changing every five minutes, by the time you realize how wrecked you are, you’ve already come more times than you can count. limbs shaking, head spinning, mingi still holding you, but he pulls back just long enough to look at you, eyes filled with so much love and lust.
“neither of us will probably remember a single thing in the morning,” he confesses, voice low and husky, “some random dude knocking on the door, waking us up… but fuck that. tonight, you’re mine.”
he cups your face, kisses you again, hands sliding down to your hips, tracing every curve. “so… i’m gonna make you cum again,” he whispers, thumb brushing your clit, with his dick still inside you at a faster pace, with this stimulation it will help you come faster. “at least once more before… yes, baby, i know you’re tired, but i want to have you… properly, without worrying about being in someone else’s house, okay?”
his fingers and cock work in perfect sync, teasing, and pressing, rubbing, until your legs shake. “fuck– yes… harder… please, m-mingi harder,” you moan, and then you are clenching around him, screaming his name as your stomach twists, “mingi, please, ah—!”
mingi groans, head dropping to your shoulder, body trembling as he holds and talks you through it.
he’s never heard anything like it. never seen a girl come so desperately, so loudly, so completely on his stupid, big cock. his hands grip your hips tighter, murmuring praise between ragged breaths: “shit… you’re so perfect… so fucking mine…”
FRATBOY!MINGI has never invited a girl back to his apartment before. honestly, he’s never left a party this fast, either. he helps you dress after he dresses himself; his movements are clumsy, slipping his jacket over your shoulders to show everyone that you are his. he wipes your thighs with something, the sheets maybe, he doesn’t even check. big hands stay firm on your waist, mouth trailing along your neck, pulling you back into him every chance he gets, and you can feel how hard he already is again through his pants. it frustrates him because he wants more but knows better.
he’s drunk, but he’s forcing his brain to work somehow, because one thing is crystal clear: he needs privacy, and can’t wait another second.
you expect the smell of cigarettes and spirt when the door opens. drunk people everywhere, couples making out, bodies pressed together in dark corners. instead, it’s quiet, and then you see someone.
standing there with a plastic cup in his hand, frozen like he’s been caught eating those godforsaken cookies from the jar. mingi’s mouth is still on your neck mid-kiss. your hands resting over his when NERD!YUNHO stares like he’s just walked into something he was never supposed to see, and so the cup slips from his fingers, clattering to the floor as he swallows hard.
mingi finally looks up, so annoyed and irritated, throwing him a sharp, territorial glare. “get lost,” he snaps. “the hell are you staring at?”
it doesn’t even register at first. the fratboy doesn’t recognize him, because in his head, yunho is just some awkward guy, a background character — a nobody. someone who shouldn’t look like that, so stylish and handsome that it makes you, his girl, stare for even more than a second.
and whose party was this again? yeonjun’s? he doesn’t know, or care.
mingi drags you toward the stairs, fingers laced with yours, already halfway gone. you follow behind him, but something makes you look back.
your head is still foggy, but you know exactly who it is now. the smart guy who helped you study for that impossible exam, the one who smiled nervously when you thanked him, since he stayed late explaining formulas when everyone else gave up. he was actually cute, you thought, and his ears went bright red when you complimented him on his academic achievements.
then you smile sweetly at him, mouthing a soft bye, as he’s still standing there, cup forgotten, watching you go with an expression he hopes you never see him with. looking nothing like the awkward nerd everyone assumes he is. and if mingi knew the truth, that yunho was your first, long before tonight, he wouldn’t be pulling you away so confidently.
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
