not too big - s. mingi
genre - smut but kinda sweet (MDNI!!!)
pairing - mingi x reader
word count - 1.9k
warnings - messy (?) oral (m! receiving) that’s it that’s the whole fic
summary - you show mingi he’s not too big to have his dick sucked <3
“Woah woah woah, never?” you asked for the hundredth time. Mingi groaned and rubbed his hand over his face, internally kicking himself for even bringing it up in the first place. “Yes, y/n,” he admitted, again. “I’ve never, done that before.” You sat up with renewed interest. Mingi, easily one of the hottest guys on campus, has never had his dick sucked? How was that even possible? Mingi gave you the sassiest side eye, already knowing what you were thinking about. “I have my reasons,” he said. “Its not like it was never offered.” Okay, that made more sense. But now you had more questions, why didn’t he want it? You could’ve sworn men loved that type of shit. Hell, if you had a dick you’d probably love it too. Curiosity burned inside you but you didn’t want to push, he was your friend and the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable. Mingi stared hard, waiting for the inevitable question. He knew you too well, you were dying to know but you weren’t going to ask. He sighed and let his head fall back on the couch. “Look, I’m just not… built for that. And I’m not going into detail,” he said, turning his head to the side to look at you. You tilted your head like a puppy, your brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, no what do you mean?” you asked, unable to resist. His cheeks blushed and he rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. His other hand fidgeted with the string on his sweatpants. “I’m just, its like,” he started, but he couldn’t finish it. He just groaned again, torn between wanting to tell you and the embarrassment that would come with it. You hated seeing him struggle, and a bit of concern rose with how much it seemed to bother him.
“You can tell me, you know I don’t spread gossip.” The way mingi looked at you when you said that almost made you gasp. He looked so, desperate. his plump lips pouting, his eyes big and pleading. something in you switched, but you tried to push it back down. “I’m too big,” he muttered, almost like it was a bad thing. You blinked at him, stunned for a moment. Too big? How big would a guy have to be to be TOO big? You didn’t even know that was a possibility, and now you wanted to see for yourself. “Too big?” you asked, your voice low and surprised. Mingi blushed even brighter, the faint color spreading down to his chest under his loose gray sweatshirt. He nodded slowly, and you had the urge to show him how wrong he was. “I think you just haven’t gotten with the right girl.” He swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing. “M-maybe? I don’t know, I just don’t think its a good idea. I don’t want to hurt anyone, and the last time it didn’t go well.” Your heart clenched at his sweet words. before you could second guess yourself, you leaned forward, giving him a look of determination. “I can do it.” His jaw dropped immediately. He had to have heard you wrong, right? Theres no way you just offered that, right? But then your hand rested on his thigh, and you didn’t laugh at him. No, the look in your eyes was sincere, you really said it and you really meant it. “Are you sure?” he asked, still hesitant. You nodded eagerly, eagerly. He swallowed again, his mouth suddenly dry. His heart started to beat faster, but he didn’t want to get excited yet. He’d done this part before, far too many times, but he couldn’t help but hope. Even so, he tried to ignore the excited twitch in his pants. “Okay, we can, try. But you can back out or change your mind, it wont hurt my feelings.” You slid your hand up his thigh, grazing the bulge now too prominent to ignore. His breath hitched, his hands flying to the couch to brace himself. “Have I ever backed down from a challenge?” you asked, your voice low and soft. You moved swiftly from the couch to the carpet, your hands on his knees. He stiffened up at your touch again, you could see his heart already racing. You moved your hands slowly, giving him time to stop you in case he wasn’t ready.
He watched you with bated breath, hardly moving an inch. Your fingers traced the outline of his bulge and he had to bite back a whine, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the top of the tent between his legs. “Let me show you how a girl is supposed to suck cock.” He let out a long sigh, his eyes closing at the brief contact. “Please,” he whispered. It slipped out before he could stop it, but he didn’t care. Whatever made you go a little faster, to either pull him out and tell him he was too big, or actually suck him off. You smiled at his plea, that same feeling returning. You wanted to make him feel so good, and you wanted him to enjoy every bit of it. You palmed him through his loose sweatpants, your other hand sliding up his shirt to caress his abs. You could feel his muscles tighten, his head falling back as a shaky moan passed his lips. “Oh fuuuuuuck,” he moaned quietly. You tugged the top of his pants down, then his boxers. He wasn’t lying, his thick cock stood impressively tall. On one hand you saw why most girls would be intimidated, on the other you couldn’t believe they didn’t even try. Just looking at him made you salivate, and then when you looked up at his eyes? Fuck, he was so desperate. You wrapped your hand around him, giving him a long slow stroke. Pressing gentle kisses along his v-line, inching towards his cock with careful slowness. “You’re so big,” you said sweetly. Mingi’s heart beat faster, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust forward. Why was he so needy like this? “Too big?” he asked, preparing himself in case you changed your mind. You bowed your head to give the head of his cock a kiss, flicking your tongue over the tip. “No baby, not too big” you reassured. He hissed through teeth, his hands fisting the couch cushion until his knuckles turned white. “Oh fuck, holy shit,” he whispered. It was really happening, you were really about to suck him off right in his living room. Then you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling every vein and ridge. The moment your soft lips wrapped around his tip and suckled gently, he let out a moan deep from his chest. He was so sensitive, you couldn’t believe it. You swirled your tongue around him, tracing the veins that were begging for attention.
“Ohhhhhh, ahh, mmmm!” his hand quickly muffled his mouth, embarrassed by the noises he couldn’t hold back. “No baby, let me hear you,” you said, adjusting your grip on him. He let his hand go down, shaking already and gripping his thigh. You stroked him a few times, working him up and preparing yourself. There was no denying that this would be a new experience for both of you. Keeping your eyes on his, you lowered your mouth back on him. His hand flew to the back of your head, fisting in your hair. He didn’t push, he didn’t pull, he just needed hold you in anyway he could. Every flick and stroke of your tongue on him pushed him closer to the edge, and it had only just started. You worked your tongue on him so perfectly, moving it back and forth under his heavy cock. You hadn’t even gotten it all the way in, but holy fuck was he big. Your hands moved from massaging his thighs to holding whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. You twisted and squeezed with your hands as you took him deeper and deeper. “So good, oh it feels so fucking good, oh fuck,” he mumbled, his voice raising an octave. His thighs were tensed, shaking from holding back. He wanted to cum so bad, he was right there, just a little more. You pulled back just a little, feeling how close he was already, replacing your tongue with your thumb. “Try to hold it in a little longer, let me take you deeper.” His eyes widened, his chest already heaving. You wanted to go deeper!? “D-deeper?” You nodded without another word, going back down on him and drawing out another beautiful moan from him. His hips jerked, chasing that delicious high your mouth gave him. This was better than any toy he’d used, better than any handjob he’d been given. His head fell back and his back arched off the couch, his heels digging into the carpet as he tried to hold back the orgasm threatening to overwhelm him. He could feel your tongue stroking him, your teeth lightly grazing his sensitive skin, your cheeks hollowing around him. His cock leaked steadily and you swallowed every drop you could. He looked down at you with pleading eyes, watching your saliva mix with his precum and drip from your chin down his shaft. He let out a long high pitched whine, his legs trembling. “Oh my God, feels so good,” his words slurred together while high pitched whimpers spilled from his lips. Your eyes were on him the entire time, watching the tears pool at the corner of his eyes, the sweat dripping down his neck, his veins bulging from the force of holding back. You kept one hand firmly around his base, the other reaching up to lift his shirt just enough to see his abs glisten and tighten. Everything about him was so handsome. “Please, I’m so close, please.” With a deep breath, you took him in all the way, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. His back arched dramatically and a broken moan spilled from his lips. his eyes rolled back and his jaw went slack as he bucked his hips uncontrollably. His seed flooded your mouth and you swallowed around him, milking him for all he was worth. “Fuck, oh fuck, fuck!” Tears sprung to your eyes as you fought back the urge to gag, choking on his size. When his cock gave its last spurt, he collapsed back on the couch. His chest was heaving, his damp hair clung to his forehead, his brows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh my God, that was so good, holy shit,” he babbled, too lost to talk properly. You let him slip out slowly, drawing a hiss from him in the process. Wiping your chin with your hand, you sat for a minute to catch your own breath. “Told you I could do it,” you said. Lifting yourself off the ground, you settled on his thigh. you cupped his cheek and turned his head to face you, he looked so perfect like this. “For the record, you were absolutely built for getting your dick sucked,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Mingi looked at you in admiration and adoration.
“Have you,” he started, a blush rising to his cheeks already. “Have you ever had your pussy ate?”
an : yeah there was no plot and im just ovulating or whatever yeosang’s insta is. (also ty to my vampy for helping me <3)
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part two!