Almost uncomfortably so, given their close proximity. You briefly wondered if Mingi had a fever despite behaving like his usual self. No one else seemed to notice the bizarre occurrence, so you kept your mouth shut. Thankfully, the line shuffled forward, and you eagerly put distance between you two. Out of sight, out of—
“What’s the matter?” He pressed his chest to your back.
“Nothing.” You answered too quickly.
“Liar.” He hissed in your ear. It seemed like his body got hotter. “You’re stiff as a board and won’t look at me.”
You randomly remembered the myths that said werewolves ran hotter than normal. As if they had an eternal fever. But that would mean your bestie and crush of eight years had a secret.
“Don’t ignore me.” His voice was a low growl.
Great. Now you had to know. Was there a litmus test for werewolves?
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Last update¦ 07 January 2022
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Warnings for this series: There is swearing, may be some smut, mention of death, rape and various types of other abuse. There will also be forms of violence and fighting some scenes may be more graphic than others, and there will be descriptions of dead bodies.
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[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends With Benefits Mini Masterlist
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Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.
[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends With Benefits (Part Four)
(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki)
Characters: Mingi x female reader
Genre/warnings: werewolf au, friends to lovers au, smut (multiple orgasms, overstimulation, choking, unprotected sex but remember to be careful kids, dom mingi) but it gets soft afterwards i promise, a tiiiiiiny bit of crack at the end because i had to
Word count: 2,829
Summary: Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.
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Was it weird to get ready to leave the house, knowing you were about to go sleep with your best friend just because you both wanted to? A little bit. Were you worried about his friends judging you? Kinda. But you still walked out to your car and got in like you were running to the store to get groceries.
As Mingi got the text that you were on your way, his already painfully hard length seemed to hurt even more. Just knowing you were going to see him just to let him fuck you was something he couldn’t believe was happening. He actually managed to get himself in probably the best scenario possible.
But, he didn’t tell the rest of the pack. He knew they were off at school anyway, and you didn’t have classes that day. So what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
He perked up when he heard your car door shut outside. He wanted to race downstairs and just shove you up against the front door as soon as you walked in, but he figured he should probably try to control himself a bit more than that. Though, he had to at least pace his bedroom because he couldn’t sit still.
You didn’t bother knocking on his door, opening it and being attacked immediately.
Mingi wasted no time pressing you up against the door -- slamming it shut in the process -- and pressing his lips to yours with an intensity that took you by surprise. But somehow, feeling him kiss you so suddenly felt...right. He would’ve rather he asked if he could kiss you or maybe made some small talk first, but he really couldn’t control himself when you were in front of him -- especially when you were wearing shorts and a flow-y crop top that had most of your skin exposed to him.
“Dude, you’re burning up,” concern laced your voice as Mingi’s lips began to trail down to your neck. “I think this fever is--”
“I’m fine,” he hummed against your skin before he was nipping and sucking to take your mind off of how hot his body felt. And it worked because you let out a quiet whimper and melted into his touch.
Just feeling your hands on his hot skin felt good and took away a little of the tension. But you could even tell he wanted more from the hardness you felt pressed into your hip. Mingi was too quick to pounce on you, so you hadn’t noticed that the only thing he was wearing was boxers.
“How rough can I be?” he wondered, subtly rocking his hips into your body to get some sort of friction that caused him to moan lowly into your shoulder.
You didn’t even have to think about it because the idea of Mingi being rough had heat shooting straight through you to your core, “Do whatever you want to.”
Mingi let out a pleased rumble in his chest that was so low, you didn’t even hear it. His fingertips dug into your waist as he lifted you up and brought you to his bed. He threw you down, your hat flying off your head and falling onto the floor next to the bed. You looked up at Mingi with wide eyes as he all but tore off your shorts and underwear, throwing it somewhere in the room without looking. The room was purposefully darker -- the only light being his dim lamp on his nightstand thanks to the blackout curtains he used -- so you wouldn’t notice the color of his eyes, but he made sure to keep his head down, his eyes focused between your legs as he pushed your thighs open and laid on his stomach between them.
He wanted to be able to say something witty or sexy or dirty to you, but he was far too eager to waste time. His tongue lapped feverishly at your heat before he wrapped his lips around your clit. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers curling in his red locks as your head dropped back.
“Oh god, Mingi,” you moaned out, causing a low growl to rumble in him.
He loved hearing you moan his name, and his goal was to get you to do that as much as possible. The noises he pulled from you only egged him on as he ground himself into the mattress to relieve himself a little bit. He inserted two fingers into you slowly before moving them at a fast pace, his lips and tongue licking and sucking at your clit.
He either kept his eyes trained downward or closed just in case you happened to notice the bright red they had turned, even though he wanted nothing more than to look up at you and see your expression as he brought you to your first orgasm.
Mingi sat up and pushed his boxers down, “Condom?”
You hadn’t even relaxed from your high so you hardly even made out what he said, “Huh...?”
“Do I need to get a condom?” he asked.
“I-- Um,” you stammered, trying to clear your head enough to even process the question. “N-no.”
He normally would’ve stopped and questioned your answer. He would’ve double checked to make sure you were positive about your decision, making sure you were on the pill or okay with whatever, but he couldn’t hold himself back seeing you laid out for him on the bed with your chest heaving and your eyes still closed as the post-orgasm bliss wore off.
And it was before it wore off that he slowly pushed into you. You gasped feeling him fill you until he couldn’t push in any farther, a low growl emitting from him. Part of you wanted to tell him to be careful because you were still sensitive, but another part of you didn’t care and wanted him to just keep doing whatever he wanted.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he mumbled, ducking his head down to your neck to kiss and nip at your skin.
“You’re--” your sentence cut off as Mingi slowly pulled out and pushed back in to test how you felt. “S-so big, fuck.”
Of course, he was definitely prideful in that, and that might’ve been partly why he tore your shirt in half to get it off your body -- only partly. He had also just been holding back and really needed to get it out somehow. You didn’t say anything about it, though, too turned on from how Mingi was acting. Something about him being so rough was really hot, honestly.
“C-can I move faster?” he asked, almost sounding like he was in pain, his lips grazing over the skin of your chest.
“Please,” you whimpered.
And move he did. He couldn’t control the harsh, fast snaps of his hips as he thrust deep into you. You let out a gasp that turned into a loud moan as your legs wrapped around his waist as you clung to his sweaty and scorching body.
“Fuck, you take my cock so well,” he grunted as his lips kissed every inch of you that he could reach. “You feel so fucking good.”
You didn’t expect that kind of praise from him, but it made you moan and clench around him. He growled as he smirked against your skin. He loved the ways you reacted to him over the smallest things. Part of it was thanks to the mating pull, but he also liked to think he was just that good.
He managed to unclasp your bra before throwing it blindly away. One of his hands began kneading into one breast as his mouth wrapped around the nipple of your other. His other hand moved between your legs to rub your clit, and he felt your thighs clench around his waist as you rocked your hips in time with his thrusts.
Mingi let out a loud moan of profanities and your name as he came for the first time that day, releasing inside you. The feeling of his cum filling you, mixed with the pleasure he was giving you, caused you to cum for your second time, this orgasm more intense than the first. Your back arched off the bed as your nails dug into his back and scratched down his tanned skin, no doubt leaving red, raised marks in their wake.
He was panting above you, sneaking a peek at your face. When he saw your eyes were closed, he studied your blissed-out look. He didn’t get to see your expression when you came, but he could at least see how flushed you looked after you came. Your hair was a mess and your face was glowing with a sheen o sweat, and he thought you looked so beautiful.
Despite already cumming, Mingi was still painfully hard. He pulled out of you, pulling a soft whine from your lips before he flipped you onto your stomach. He pulled you up onto your knees before pushing into you again, and your hips squirmed.
“M-Mingi,” you whimpered. “Sensitive...”
“I know, baby,” he hummed as he gripped your hips so tightly that you were sure the shape of his fingertips would be bruised into your skin later. “I know you can do one more for me, can’t you? You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”
You softly moaned out a, “yes”, so Mingi went just as fast and hard as he had before. You kept your face squished against the pillows as his thrusts rocked his headboard into the wall. He reached around you to rub your clit, and you squealed from how overly stimulated you were. It felt good but it was borderline uncomfortable. But after a little bit, the bit of pain turned to complete pleasure.
With you facing the other way, Mingi could admire the side of your face. You looked so fucked out, but your face was scrunched up into pleasure as you babbled out his name like it was the only word you knew. He pulled your body up and held you with one arm so your back was flush with his front, his fingers still on your clit rubbing quick circles.
“I wish I fucked you sooner,” he growled lowly in your ear, his words causing your pussy to clench around him. He knew how much you seemed to like him talking to you, but he also just couldn’t control himself. “You feel so good around my cock.”
Your hazy brain couldn’t even form words, just letting out strings of moans and whimpers of his name with a few curse words here and there.
“Can you cum for me again?” he asked as he kissed up and down your neck, your head lolling to the side to give him more access. “You want that, don’t you, baby? You wanna cum on my cock again, don’t you?”
“F-fuck, Mingi, please” you mumbled through your moans. “I-I need to cum again.”
Mingi’s arm that was holding you up trailed up your body, his hand finding your neck. He gave it a firm squeeze, and your orgasm suddenly hit you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came for a third time, your body slightly spasming against him as you cried out his name and dug your nails into his arm and wrist.
The feeling of you cumming caused him to cum again, burying his face in your neck and trying to resist the instinct to mark you. Instead, he pressed his lips into a thin line -- probably drawing blood in the process -- and muffled his moans as he filled you again, his cum and yours mixing and leaking out onto the bed.
Your body went limp in his arms, but he held you up. Satisfied, he gently laid you onto the bed, your eyes already closed and your brain half-conscious.
“Don’t fall asleep yet,” he said softly as he pulled out of you as gently as he could. Hearing you quiet cries, he apologized a few times before he got up from the bed. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
You didn’t even hear him as he left the room, but feeling something cool and damp between your legs woke you up. Your hips twitched, trying to squirm away, but Mingi softly cooed at you and told you he was just cleaning you up. Then he moved the bedding off of one side of his bed, moved you to that side, and took the bedding to the laundry. He grabbed extra blankets from his closet and covered you up before he got in, and held you sideways in his lap, letting your head loll against his shoulder.
“_____, you need water,” he said quietly in your ear, sounding back to his normal self.
“No,” you mumbled sleepily.
“I need to make sure you’re okay,” he chuckled, finally managing to rouse you from your almost sleep as he put the water bottle to your lips. You took the bottle with shaky hands and began to gulp. “Okay, slow down. If you drink too fast you’ll get sick.”
He took the bottle from you and let you pant as he stroked your hair back, “Do you feel okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?”
“No,” you murmured, your head falling against him again. “How the hell do you have so much endurance?”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple, “Just cursed with it, I guess.”
“More like blessed,” you joked with a soft smile.
He talked to you for a little longer, making some small talk just to make sure you were alright. You asked if anyone was home, he asked if you skipped school. It was pretty much just normal conversation until you Mingi suddenly turned kind of awkward.
“So...” he began slowly. “Could we...like...make this kind of like a...regular thing? If that’s cool?”
You lifted your head to look at him, “Really?”
Mingi had turned the lamp off earlier because he figured you would’ve fallen asleep by now. But now it helped because he could feel you trying to look at him and he didn’t want you to see his yellow eyes.
“Not to be weird, but that was pretty much the best sex I’ve ever had,” he admitted with a light laugh.
“Honestly, same,” you nodded. You were silent for a few seconds before saying, “Yeah, we could do that.”
“Cool,” he nodded, grinning to himself.
And it was probably a good thing you agreed because you could feel him getting hard again. His erection was pressing against your ass, and both of you knew that you knew.
“Seriously, dude?” you laughed. “Are you that excited?”
But truth be told, it ignited a new fire in you despite the fact your body felt exhausted.
He whined, “I can’t help it!”
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By the time any of his brothers got home, they could all smell Mingi’s scent, your scent, and the very clear smell of sex in the house. Hongjoong’s eyes widened, being the concerned alpha he was, thinking that something bad had happened. He couldn’t hear anything, but he knew something had happened, and he wasn’t sure if it was something that he had to worry about.
“He wouldn’t,” Wooyoung said before quietly adding on, “...right?”
Hongjoong raced up the stairs, Wooyoung, Yunho, and Seonghwa barreling up behind him. Hongjoong threw Mingi’s bedroom door open, mouth open and ready to yell at the younger werewolf, but Mingi sharply interrupted with, “Shh!”
Mingi was laying in bed beside you, your naked form laying on your stomach on one side of the bed, completely passed out asleep. He had a finger to his lips as he gave a stern look to his pack, who took one look at you and then quickly averted their eyes to lock onto Mingi.
“What happened?” Hongjoong demanded, keeping his voice down.
“Nothing that wasn’t consensual,” Mingi replied before waving his hand for them to leave. “Get out.”
“Wait, you fucked _____?” Wooyoung asked in shock.
Seonghwa whacked the younger boy in the chest, “Don’t say it like that.”
“She agreed, though?” Yunho questioned. “Wait, so then...does she know?”
Mingi quickly shook his head, “No, so I’d rather not have this conversation in case she wakes up. Get out.”
“But--”
Mingi grabbed the closest object -- it happened to be one of his shoes on the floor -- and chucked it at the door. Hongjoong closed the door before it could hit them, so it hit the door before falling with a thud onto the floor.
But that didn’t even wake you up.
The wolves in the hallway were listening to see if you woke up. When they found your breathing and heartbeat to still be slow and even, Wooyoung raised his eyebrows, impressed.
“Don’t,” Seonghwa said as Wooyoung opened his mouth to probably say something stupid or gross or both about Mingi’s skills in bed, “say anything.”
[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends With Benefits (Part Five)
(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki)
Characters: Mingi x female reader
Genre/warnings: werewolf au, friends to lovers au, fluff, a little bit of smut (pretty vanilla other than the biting/marking lmao), a tad angsty, a little crack too
Word count: 2,534
Summary: Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.
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You somehow spent the entire week at Mingi’s house, and the entire time, he acted...weird. It wasn’t even just the fact that the two of you basically spent the entire time in his room while he fucked your brains out, he just acted really off even in between that. He didn’t look at you, he kept the blinds closed, and he never made eye contact with you or anything during sex. You were either turned around or he kept his head down or his mouth busy. It wasn’t like Mingi always just blatantly stared at you -- that you knew of -- but you realized he kinda seemed to be avoiding looking you in the eye.
That worried you. Had you ruined your friendship? Could he not look you in the eyes anymore? Did something change? Would the two of you be okay? He always acted fine afterwards, so what was it?
It was about the sixth day that you were there. Mingi was initiating sex less often -- you kept joking that he was so excited to finally get laid and he just blushed and told you to shut up -- but he was still getting you worked up whenever he felt like it. You really didn’t know why he kept getting boners all the time, but when you seriously asked, he just kind of brushed over it by pulling you onto his face and eating you out like he was a starved man. That effectively ended the conversation.
You did see his friends, obviously. Whenever you did leave Mingi’s room -- admittedly, it wasn’t often because he was usually either fucking you or you were sleeping after being fucked so much -- the others were quick to ask how you were doing. They didn’t seem weirded out by the whole situation because you were sure there was no way they didn’t know what was happening. You expected them to make jokes or wonder what was going on, but they just asked how you were doing and how Mingi was doing and things like that.
There was one point when you were in the kitchen with Seonghwa though while you were eating an apple and he was making himself breakfast that you asked, “Hwa, what’s going on with Mingi?”
He turned his head to look at you as you leaned back against the counter beside him, “What do you mean?”
“Is it TMI to tell you about like...what we’re doing?” you wondered.
He chuckled, “At this point, no.”
“Okay, well like, he’s...almost constantly hard. I’m not a dude so I don’t know if that’s normal, but it seems kinda weird.”
Seonghwa only smirked to himself as he continued to cook his food on the stove, “Maybe he just has a really big crush on you so he can’t control himself.”
“So has that happened to you, then?”
“No. I’m a man who can control himself, not a child.”
You figured you weren’t getting anywhere with that, so you’d just have to accept that as the answer. For now.
You didn’t start to get answers until the night of the morning of the seventh day when you woke up to Mingi’s hard cock pressed against your ass, and his lips making even more marks on your neck. Thing heated up from there until he was on top of you and thrusting into you at a pace so fast that you were definitely moaning loud enough to wake up everyone in the house.
His head was hung as he toyed with your clit, holding himself above you with his other arm. He felt you cumming and he completely forgot what he was supposed to be doing because you felt so good and his werewolf instincts were completely taking over and he somehow forgot he was supposed to be suppressing them. He looked up at you to see your face being taken over with absolute bliss, with bright crimson eyes that you didn’t even properly register because your eyes were about to roll back as your back arched off the bed. And with Mingi’s orgasm hitting and your neck exposed to him the way it was, he dipped his head down and let his fangs sink into your neck.
But it didn’t hurt. Something about it, just made the shock of your orgasm ten times greater, and you were screaming out his name that at this point, even the neighbors probably heard you. And it seemed to take you even longer to recover from this orgasm.
Mingi slowly removed his fangs, swiping his tongue over the mark he made. But it wasn’t until he was cleaning you up and saw the mark he’d made where your shoulder met your neck that what he had done finally hit him. And he was going to be in big trouble. You didn’t know what he was, and you didn’t know you were his mate. And yet, he marked you as his anyway. He didn’t know what came over him or why he neglected to do what he was supposed to do. All he knew was that Hongjoong was going to be pissed.
Meanwhile, you were laying there as red eyes filled your thoughts. You couldn’t have imagined that, right? Mingi had blood red eyes, right? But why? How? That made no sense to you no matter how hard you tried to make sense of it.
You managed to sit yourself up after Mingi finished cleaning you up, getting up from the bed and yawning that you were going to use the bathroom. Mingi watched you leave with wide eyes, knowing you were going to see the marks his fangs had left. But what was he supposed to do, tell you that you couldn’t use the bathroom? He’d fucked up really bad and he wasn’t sure what to do to fix it.
You left the bedroom and walked down the hall toward the bathroom, almost running into Yeosang as he left the bathroom.
He offered you a warm smile, “Good morni...”
His sentence trailed off as his nose scrunched up. He usually smelled a lot of sex and a lot of Mingi on you, but this time was different. He strongly smelled Mingi; like, more than usual. And that’s when his brown eyes zeroed in on the mark on your neck that was almost completely hidden by the bit of hair that fell over your shoulder.
“Are you good?” you chuckled.
Yeosang quickly shook his head, “Yeah, yeah, fine. Just, it’s early and school and yeah. Uh...I’ll see you later, _____.”
And then he turned and started going down the stairs.
“Well, that was weird,” you whispered to yourself as you entered the bathroom.
You did the usual morning routine of using the bathroom and brushing your teeth, but you noticed something that Yeosang also had noticed. You brushed the hair away to see two small marks on your neck that looked like something had bit you, but it had already healed. And then you recalled the sharpness you felt in that area that only seemed to make you cum harder.
First the red eyes, and now this? What the hell was going on? You didn’t even have any ideas. So you decided to leave the bathroom and go back to Mingi’s room to talk to him.
“Hey Mingi?” you asked when you pushed the cracked door open to enter.
He figured you were about to ask him about biting you. He wasn’t stupid, he knew you probably saw it. He’d have to come clean to you now, and that was terrifying to him.
But someone far more scary had called his name from downstairs.
“Mingi!” Hongjoong’s voice traveled up the stairs and to the bedroom, making Mingi wince. “Get down here!”
“What’s that about?” you mumbled as Mingi hung his head and went to walk past you out the door.
“I’ll explain later,” he sighed.
After hearing what Yeosang had told him, Hongjoong was furious. He knew Mingi didn’t tell you because the only time he could’ve was in the middle of fucking you, and that was definitely a bad time to do that. So that meant he marked you without you knowing about it, and that was a big issue. Mingi basically claimed you without your permission, and that was something that didn’t sit well with Hongjoong at all.
The entire pack was gathered in the kitchen while they made breakfast, did last minute homework that they left out, and got ready to leave for the day. But they stayed there now just to see Mingi get scolded by their alpha.
The wolf in question made his way into the kitchen, already preparing for whatever Hongjoong was about to throw at him.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Hongjoon shouted.
“I didn’t mean to!” Mingi insisted with a whine.
“You basically did the equivalent of stealing something you didn’t pay for,” San told him.
Seonghwa rolled his eyes, “That’s a dumb analogy.”
“Mingi, you claimed someone that you didn’t even check with first. You never even asked if it was okay. Hell, you didn’t even tell her what you are!” Hongjoong ranted.
Seonghwa looked at San, pointing at Hongjoong, “That’s better.”
“I. Didn’t. Mean. To,” Mingi stated. “It just happened.”
“If you couldn’t control yourself, you shouldn’t have set up this weird friends with benefits deal with her,” Hongjoong told him, glaring up at the younger boy. “No matter how you spin it, it’s your fault. You didn’t tell her. You didn’t resist your urges. This is on you, Mingi.”
Mingi sighed, hanging his head again, “Yeah, I know...”
“And now, you’re going to go upstairs and tell her.”
Mingi’s head snapped up, eyes wide with fear, “But what if she hates me?”
“You did it to yourself,” Jongho shrugged.
Mingi took a deep breath before he let it out and retreated to go back upstairs. He knew that Hongjoong wasn’t done with him by any means -- especially if Mingi ended up upsetting you in any way -- but the important thing now was for Mingi to come clean to you. So he walked into the bedroom where you were sitting up with your back against the headboard and your phone in hand, scrolling like nothing had happened.
He cautiously walked over to the free side of the bed that had become ‘his side’ over the last week. He sat on the blankets and stared straight across the room at the wall, wondering how to go about this.
“Mingi?” you asked.
He only replied in a hum. He could feel your eyes on him, and he knew he didn’t have brown contacts in like the others did. His eyes were gold, and he wasn’t sure if you could see them, but it didn’t matter now.
“Why were your eyes red?”
His automatic reply was to turn his head to face you and blurt out, “You saw that?”
“Yeah,” you nodded before gripping his chin and squinting against the dim light to look into his eyes now, “and now they’re...kinda gold? I thought you had brown eyes.”
He chuckled a little, “You’re not worried about that mark on your neck?”
“I’m getting to that, alright?”
“Okay, so..._____,” he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from his face, but he kept your wrist gently in his grasp. “You probably will laugh at me and say I’m crazy, but...I’m a werewolf.”
You blinked at him a few times, not saying anything. But then you finally said, “Are you doing drugs?”
“What? _____, no,” he sighed, shaking his head as he squeezed his eyes closed. He paused and tried to gather his thoughts, unsure how to go about explaining this. “Listen, I can prove it.”
“Okay,” you shrugged with a small, amused smirk, “I’d love to see that.”
-
The pack watched as Mingi led you through the kitchen to the back door. They all silently lifted their heads, watching as the two of you walked straight through like nothing had happened earlier that morning. You were dressed but Mingi was just in some boxers with some extra clothes bunched up in his fist. You were laughing about something, and Mingi had a light smile on his face.
After the door had closed, Yeosang asked, “What the fuck are they doing?”
Yunho closed the fridge door, looking around at his brothers, “We’re going to spy on them, right?”
Wooyoung scoffed, “Oh, absolutely.”
The pack hurried over to the windows to look through the curtains at the two of you. Mingi stood out in the middle of the fenced off yard, turning to face you as he tossed his clothes off to the side. You crossed your arms over your chest, quirking an eyebrow at him, your back to the window the wolves were looking out of.
“Alright, Mingi,” you gestured for him to do whatever it was he planned on doing, “prove this furry nonsense to me.”
He groaned, “For the last time, I’m not a--”
“I know, I know, just do it.”
Maybe it was the fact you were watching expectantly, or maybe it was because you seemed to be taking this surprisingly well, but Mingi was kind of nervous to shift in front of you. It was like getting stage fright. It took him a moment, taking a deep breath and letting it out as he shook out his hands.
And then he did it.
Before your eyes, Mingi turned from the boy you’d grown up with your whole life, to a giant wolf with the same golden eyes he had that morning. You slowly took one step back as you took in the dark brown wolf that would’ve probably looked black had he not been in the sun -- he looked like he had almost a reddish tint to his fur.
“Should we--”
“Wait a sec,” Hongjoong put a hand on Seonghwa’s chest, keeping his eyes and ears on your reaction.
“Whoa...” you breathed.
Instead of walking any closer to you, Mingi laid himself in the grass with a huff, looking up at you with his yellow eyes. He seemed to be waiting to see what you were going to do first.
What were you going to do first? You didn’t even know how to react. You didn’t necessarily feel afraid, it was just...a lot to take in.
“So...where do your clothes go?” you decided to ask.
Mingi let out some sort of chuckle -- at least that’s what you assumed it to be -- as you started to walk toward him. Hongjoong and the rest of the pack watched this from the window, and they all visibly got less tense as they watched you crouch down and ask if you could pet him.
“He got so lucky,” Wooyoung nodded. “He’s lucky _____’s so chill.”
“Probably not luck,” Hongjoong admitted. “She’s known him her whole life. I don’t think she could be afraid of him even if she tried.”
And as he watched you literally crawl onto Mingi’s back like you were about to ride him like a horse, and then giggle loudly how he’s a giant dog, Hongjoong was absolutely sure of his statement.
[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends with Benefits (Part Two)
(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki)
Characters: Mingi x female reader
Genre/warnings: werewolf au, friends to lovers au, angst but not like hard angst it’s kinda mild tbh, lil bit of fluff
Word count: 1,913
Summary: Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.
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Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and San had come home from classes together, walking through the front door as the two older boys scolded San about his grades. They walked down the hall and past the living room where you and Mingi were sitting on the couch, watching TV. One of your legs was flung over the arm of the couch as you leaned into Mingi, while your best friend was simply sitting straight beside you, keeping his eyes trained on the TV. You saw out of the corner of your eye the three boys barely glance over at you as the kept walking out of sight, before backing up and looking into the living room at the scene.
“What is he doing?” San whispered loud enough for his friends to hear -- they could hear way better than you thanks to their sharp senses -- but quiet enough that you didn’t hear a thing.
“Being a fucking moron,” Seonghwa replied.
You turned your head to look at the audience you now had, “Can I help you?”
Mingi’s eyes had flickered from where he was trying so hard to concentrate on the show, to his brothers. They could hear how fast his heart was beating and see the sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, the way his hands clenched on his thighs, and the way he was basically straining himself to sit still.
Mating season was starting soon for him.
“Uh..._____,” Hongjoong stepped forward with his usual sweet smile, “do you wanna play some soccer in the backyard? I have some extra energy I need to burn.”
“Oh, hell yeah!” you grinned as you jumped up from your spot on the couch. You looked down at your best friend, “Mingi, you wanna ref?”
“Nah, I’m good,” he told you, trying to come across as completely normal.
But there was something off about him.
Still, you shrugged, “Suit yourself.”
Then you followed Hongjoong out to the backyard.
As soon as you were gone, Seonghwa marched up to Mingi, grabbing the younger boy by his shirt and pulling him to his feet. Despite having height on the older boy, Seonghwa wasn’t afraid because he knew he had authority over Mingi.
“Are you fucking crazy?” Seonghwa demanded.
“Yes,” San answered for him with a nod.
This definitely wasn’t the first time Mingi had to go through rut and not let you know. But it seemed this time for some reason, he was being a little too bold for the pack’s liking. It was clear he was having some difficulty being so close to you -- thank god mating season hadn’t actually started for him or there would’ve been nothing to keep him from pouncing on you -- and that was just because he was so close to mating season starting. He definitely had balls to hang out with you alone so close to that time of year where he had to be away from you.
“Hwa, I was fine!” Mingi insisted, holding up his hands in surrender.
“You didn’t look fine,” San interjected, Mingi shooting him a glare to keep out of this.
“What if you hurt her, huh?” Seonghwa demanded. “What if you couldn’t fight the instinct? What if you did something bad to her?”
Mingi whined, “I wasn’t going to!”
“But you could’ve,” Seonghwa stated, giving Mingi a solid shake. “You can’t just act fine and then everything is fine. You can’t pull that shit this close to mating season.”
Seonghwa finally let the younger wolf go, and he frowned as he straightened out his shirt, “What are you, the alpha?”
“No,” Seonghwa offered him a tight smile, “but I know Joong is going to have a lot to say to you, too.”
-
Even though Hongoong never really had to deal with mates before -- even though he’d known you for a few years now but you weren’t properly Mingi’s mate -- he knew it was in his best interest to keep you safe rather than go deal with Mingi. That was why he chose to remove you from the situation and let Seonghwa deal with the younger wolf who clearly had some sort of lapse in judgement. Hongjoong definitely understood that Mingi had to act normally to keep their secret from you, but he didn’t need to take it that far. He should’ve just not invited you over.
“How many wins is that?” you chuckled as you lightly kicked the ball between your feet, quickly an eyebrow at Hongjoong.
He laughed, shaking his head, “Look, you did this for seven years. I’ve only casually played since I met you.”
“Yeah, you launched the ball straight into Wooyoung’s head the first day I met you,” you recalled with a loud laugh.
“But I’ve gotten better at not doing that,” he said proudly, spreading out in the goal to -- hopefully -- catch the ball.
Before you could even swing your leg back to kick the ball, the door opened and San shouted, “Hey!”
The two of you looked over, you lifting your baseball cap to run a hand through your hair before putting it back on your head as you squinted against the sun to see San in the doorway.
“Mingi wanted me to tell you he isn’t feeling well,” San called. “We brought him upstairs to bed but you probably shouldn’t bother him.”
You frowned with a sigh, nodding your head, “Yeah, alright. Thanks, San.”
Even though he could hear the slight disappointment in your voice, San nodded and went back inside.
“You okay?” Hongjoong wondered, resting his stance.
You let out air between your lips, your lips flapping like a horse for a few seconds as you tried to gather your thoughts, “Mingi always has something going on where he just disappears like, twice a year. He has since he ran away our freshman year of high school. I kind of expected it to happen again but it like, always happens. I dunno, I’m just worried, I guess.”
Hongjoong frowned. He knew you cared about Mingi, and he should’ve figured you would catch onto it after a while. He used to always use the fact he was ‘sick’ as an excuse, but he had to get more creative when you begged him to see a doctor his senior year since he was always getting really sick twice a year. It then became ‘I’m a counselor at a week-long sleepaway camp’ or ‘I’m going skiing with my friends’ or things like that. Anything where he could avoid you for about a week until he was feeling normal again. Because if you were around him while he was in rut, he would have zero self control and would pin you against anything and go crazy. That was the last thing any of them wanted.
“He’s just...” Hongjoong trails off as his eyes find Mingi’s window from the backyard, though the blinds are pulled shut so neither of you can see inside.
But Hongjoong already knows that Seonghwa has probably dragged him up to his bedroom and ordered him to stay there until the alpha comes in to scold him for being so careless with you. But he also knows staying away from your mate is difficult -- not that he knows personally but he’s heard.
And Hongjoong never finishes his sentence because honestly, he’s not really sure what to say.
-
You finish your game of soccer with Hongjoong early because you decide you’re not really in the mood to play anymore. You’re not really an emotional kind of person, but anyone can tell you’re bummed out because of Mingi. You know things will go back to normal after a week, but you just wish you understood why this pattern kept happening. What happened to Mingi when he ran away?
Honestly, your best bet was that he joined a cult.
As you were leaving the house, Jongho was getting out of his car, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. He smiled at you as you passed by him to get to your car.
“Mingi’s girlfriend leaving so soon?” he joked -- well, as far as you knew.
Did you feel a little different toward Mingi ever since he came back freshman year, yes? You kind of thought maybe it was because you were afraid of losing him again, but it had stuck around until college, and that was a little weird to you. Still, you never said anything to him because you two had been best friends since you were babies. The two of you were voted ‘best partners in crime’ and ‘should’ve dated’ -- the latter was a little awkward since you were dating someone else at the time -- when you were seniors because of how close you were. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship because you were pretty sure he didn’t feel the same. He probably saw you as a sister. So you left things alone.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a playful smile, “Eat a dick, dude.”
His friends often teased you for being his ‘girlfriend’, and Mingi typically responded in the same fashion. But the teasing continued because his friends knew that while it embarrassed Mingi, it was the only way they could hint at how he felt about you.
“Why’re you leaving?” Jongho asked, turning around to keep talking to you. “You usually stay longer.”
You looked over your shoulder, this time rolling your eyes in a less playful way, “Mingi’s sick.”
“...Oh,” he nodded, already understanding the situation. “Well, uh, we could hang out tomorrow after classes if you want? Maybe go get slushies at the gas station or something?”
Even though Mingi’s friends would never replace him, they had become your friends since you were around them so often. And whenever Mingi was away, they always offered to do things with you like go to the arcade or get pizza at the beach or something.
You shrugged, unlocking your car and opening the door, “We’ll see.”
After waving a quick goodbye, Jongho went into the house. He could hear Hongjoong raising his voice a little at Mingi from outside, but he had drowned it out so he could converse with you. But now that he was inside and saw Seonghwa and San sitting on the couch watching the show that you and Mingi had left on, he was more intrigued.
“Mingi started mating season already?” he wondered.
From upstairs, he heard the wolf in question reply, “I did not!”
“You’re too close to it to have _____ around,” Hongjoong reminded him, his voice also traveling from upstairs.
It was true, it was supposed to start really soon. Nobody could ever place the exact day, but they kept track of around what times in the year it happened. It was like having your period but minus the blood -- for males, anyway -- and with a lot more sexual aggression.
“So the excuse this time is that he’s sick?” Jongho asked before adding on, “Again?”
“What did you want me to say?” Seonghwa asked. “They were sitting on the couch together so it was the only thing that made sense. I couldn’t say he suddenly went off on vacation, now could I?”
“We always keep _____ away from the house, anyway,” San shrugged, waving the problem away. “It’ll be fine. She never questions it, anyway.”
“She will question it eventually,” Seonghwa pointed out. “We can’t keep this up forever, and neither can Mingi.”
[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends With Benefits (Part Three)
(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki)
Characters: Mingi x female reader
Genre/warnings: werewolf au, friends to lovers au, a tiiiiiny bit of angst, smut (very awkward attempt at phone sex, masturbation, sorta kinda dom!mingi????)
Word count: 3,306
Summary: Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.
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Mingi hardly slept that night because his body was rapidly heating up and his dick was straining in his boxers. All telltale signs of mating season starting. He was panting, sweaty, and his skin was extremely sensitive by the time the sun rose and his brothers woke up for classes and/or work. Hongjoong went to check on him, seeing Mingi sprawled out on his bed with nothing but boxers on, his bedding kicked off, and his eyes closed as he groaned out in discomfort.
“Yeah,” he sighed, angling his head so he could still look at Mingi, but his order would reach the curious pack behind him, “we’re keeping _____ away from him for the next week.”
Mingi let out a strangled groan, “Don’t say her name.”
Yunho let out a deep sigh, “I’ll go get the chains.”
-
Mingi was sick. That meant you were going to take it upon yourself to take care of him. He may have wanted you to stay away the other times he was sick, but you knew his friends were at school today, meaning there was nobody to care for him. But you didn’t want to just waltz into their house, so you tried texting him instead.
Normally, Mingi didn’t answer his phone when he was in rut. He couldn’t really focus on anything else except how hot and uncomfortable and needy he felt, so texting or calling anyone wasn’t really something he wanted to do. But he just so happened to be already looking in the direction of his nightstand, and he saw your name pop up, and that alone sent his heart into a frenzy.
_____💕: how ya feelin bud?
_____💕: i can come over if you need me to
God, just the thought alone of you coming over had Mingi biting his lip to stifle a moan. He absolutely knew that wasn’t a good idea, but he really wanted to tell you yes. He wasn’t going to, but he wanted to.
Mingi💜: it’s fine i’ll be okay
_____💕: do you need anything?
An idea popped into his head that might be very, very stupid. But you were texting him already and literally anything from you would be good for him. He just had to be not creepy about it.
Mingi💜: you could brighten up my day and send me a selfie :)
_____💕: wow ur a simp even when ur sick lmao
It wasn’t out of character for him to hype you up or anything. He always said cheesy things about how seeing you made his day better or missing you if he didn’t see you all weekend or something. So you really didn’t think anything of it, snapping a cute picture of yourself smiling with your tongue poking out before sending it to Mingi.
_____💕: feel better butthead 💕
There was absolutely nothing dirty or sexual about the photo sent to him -- well, other than just the hint of cleavage from your loose tank top you were wearing under your flannel -- but it still made Mingi somehow grow even harder than he was before which he didn’t think was possible. His ember eyes bored into his phone screen as he stared at you, whimpering because you were so fucking cute and he wanted you so badly but he couldn’t have you. He just had a selfie of you that he could get off to.
-
“Can I ask something...weird?” Jongho wondered as the two of you sat in the trunk of his car at the gas station, sipping your slushies together.
“Yeah, why not?” you shrugged.
“Have you and Mingi ever like...done anything?” he asked slowly, turning his head to look at you.
“You really won’t let that girlfriend/boyfriend thing go, huh?” you chuckled.
But he didn’t smile like you were, “I’m genuinely asking. You guys are so close and you’ve been friends since you were born. Haven’t you ever felt feelings toward him?”
“What, are you snooping for Mingi?”
“No, I wouldn’t tell him anything.”
“But he’s your friend.”
“So are you.”
For as long as you’d known Jongho, you knew he was trustworthy. He never snitched on anybody, he would just kind of stand by and watch madness ensue -- but Yeosang, on the other hand would snitch to make the madness move faster. So you knew that if Jongho said he wouldn’t tell anybody, he really wasn’t going to.
“We haven’t done anything, no,” you answered truthfully.
Noticing something in your tone, Jongho quirked an eyebrow, “I’m sensing a but in there.”
You let out a sigh before you took a sip from your slushie, “I guess I kinda...have liked him for a while...?”
“Really?”
Of course he knew that, he knew you felt the imprinting pull, too.
“But we’ve been friends for a long time so it would be weird,” you shrugged, mostly trying to reason with yourself for the hundredth time more than you were trying to convince Jongho.
“Ah, I doubt that,” he chuckled. “You’re pretty much the only girl Mingi even brings around.”
You snorted, “Really?”
“Why do you seem so shocked?”
“I mean...he’s a good looking dude, and he’s a sweetheart so I figured--”
Even though Jongho was well aware of the reason why Mingi never brought other girls back to their house, he scoffed and said, “You’re forgetting he’s a dumbass.”
“Okay,” you laughed in agreement, “he’s kind of a himbo sometimes.”
“Kind of?” Jongho asked. “Sometimes?”
‘Considering he’s such a big, clueless idiot that he hasn’t asked you out or told you the truth since he was 15,’ he wanted to add on, but he knew better than to do that.
“...He’s a himbo.”
Jongho nodded as he took a sip of his own slushie, “Absolutely.”
-
Mingi’s ringing phone didn’t necessarily break him out of his slumber, but he was trying really hard to sleep for a little bit. No matter how many times he jerked himself off, nothing was ever good enough. That’s how it always was. It might work for a few minutes if he was lucky, but he’d just get worked up again. He needed his mate. He was the only one in the pack who knew who his mate was, and because of that, he needed you to actually feel satisfied while he was going through rut. But how could he ask that of you?
With a groan, he lifted his head that was soaking his pillow with sweat to see who it was. He knew most of the pack had gone out to the movies, and Jongho was out with you for the afternoon and evening, so he had to make sure it wasn’t any one of them with some emergency.
But when your name was glowing on his screen, he scrambled with shaky hands to pick up the phone.
“Hello?” he rasped out before clearing his throat.
“Hey,” you replied casually, your phone on speaker as you made yourself a sandwich in your tiny apartment on campus, “I just wanted to check and make sure you were still alive.”
Mingi sighed as he threw his head back down into his pillow. Just hearing your voice affected him, and he struggled to keep any odd noises he might make inside.
“Uh huh,” he groaned softly.
“Yeah, sure sounds like it,” you joked with a chuckle.
Mingi’s hand inched its way down to his boxers, his hardened member hardly having any sort of relief that day. But once his fingertips grazed the outline, he realized what he was subconsciously doing and stopped himself. He couldn’t just get himself off while talking to you on the phone. That wasn’t okay.
“It’s not too bad, is it?” your voice was softer this time when you spoke; it was more caring.
His lips pressed together in a thing line, trying to keep the moan bubbling in his throat from slipping out. Your voice just sounded so nice, and it wasn’t like you would know, right? If he was sneaky, it would be fine, right?
“Just-- J-just a fever,” he stammered out, letting his hand slip into his boxers and wrap around his dick.
“Mingi, that doesn’t sound good,” you frowned, knowing sometimes a fever could be serious.
“You do, though,” he breathed out without thinking, his eyes fluttering shut. Even though he was still stuck using his own hand, your voice definitely helped.
“Huh?”
His eyes snapped open, “I, uh-- I-it’s cool, though. I-I’m fine. I feel okay, j-just--”
He let out a gasp, biting down on the side of his hand by his thumb before he could continue.
“J-just a fever. That’s all.”
“Are you positive?” you wondered, bringing your sandwich to your room along with your phone. “You sound like...weird.”
“Hard day,” he replied through clenched teeth.
If you knew what was really going on, you would’ve laughed at the unintentional pun.
“Wanna talk about it?” you offered, kicking your door shut softly.
“N-no, just--” the sigh he let out sounded more stressed to you, but it was actually sexual frustration. “Just need some kind of...r-release.”
“Could always fuck somebody,” you suggested with a shrug. “That’s what people do, right?”
Mingi almost choked on air hearing you say that, “W-what?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know,” you snorted. “Mingi, I’m well aware you’re not a virgin and there’s no way you don’t sleep with people. Look at you, dude!”
You believed that maybe Jongho had never seen Mingi bring any girls home, but there was no way he didn’t get around. Mingi was one of the best men on earth, hands down. Besides, his friends had already snitched on him before, telling you all the times he’d had flings or one-night-stands -- but they kept out the fact it was because he was desperate and couldn’t have you.
“I don’t exactly have a lot of f-female friends, _____,” he said in a breathy chuckle, “and I’m not in a good s-situation to go make any.”
“Just get a friends with benefits. I mean, you’re around your friends all the time and they’re single.”
His hand completely stopped as he whined your name in annoyance. His pack were the last people he wanted to think about right now.
“I don’t like guys, alright?” he huffed.
“What about your friends that aren’t guys?”
“That’s literally only you.”
You weren’t sure why you suddenly felt tingly...down there, but you tried to ignore it.
“I mean,” you began slowly around a mouthful of bread and meat, “I’d offer to assist you, bud, but--”
“Y-you would?” Mingi quickly asked.
Your chewing stopped, your entire body freezing as you looked at your phone. Were you really about to do this? If you replied how you wanted to, you might ruin your friendship forever.
Mingi heard your muffled voice like you were eating food quietly say, “Yeah.”
‘Don’t moan, don’t moan, don’t moan,’ was all he could think as he covered his mouth with his hand until the urge passed.
“But, I mean,” you spoke up after you swallowed your food, afraid that his silence meant he was weirded out by your statement, “only ‘cause we’re friends and like, I guess some friends help other friends out like that? But I can’t go there anyway because you’re sick and, like--”
“W-what if,” he cut you off, “we used our ph-phones...?”
You raised your eyebrows, “Have you done that before?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “Haven’t you?”
The only times you’d ever done anything remotely like that was when you were seeing some college guy toward the end of your freshman year of college. He suggested the idea a few times and he’d get himself off on the phone while you sat on your couch and ate snacks and half-assed being into it and paying attention. In reality, you were watching Mulan while it was muted and with subtitles on because you really didn’t even want to be with the guy anymore but you wanted to tell him in person and he was out of town. So technically, no, you hadn’t. And it seemed awkward.
“I-I can guide you through it,” he promised before quickly adding on, “I-if you want to! Only if you w-want to.”
For once during one of these conversations, you actually put your food down and gave your phone your complete, undivided attention. Because it was Mingi.
“Y-yeah, sure,” you decided.
Mingi let out a breath of relief as his hand resumed its position around his length, and began moving up and down his shaft, “Okay, you have to take your jeans off.”
You weren’t sure how or why, but Mingi suddenly sounded much more assertive. He still sounded a bit strained and kind of tired, but he wasn’t stuttering anymore. He seemed more sure of his words.
You undid your jeans and shoved them very ungracefully off of yourself, kicking them onto the floor next to the couch, “Done.”
“Now, I want you to just tease yourself like you normally do,” he breathed. He wanted to just go easy on you since he knew you hadn’t done this before and he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, so he figured doing something you were used to would be the best way to do that. “Whatever starts to get you more worked up.”
You suddenly blanked on every sexual thing you’d ever done. How did you normally masturbate? When was the last time you’d even done that? What even got you turned on? Yes, Mingi’s voice was making you feel some sort of heat in your lower region but you still felt a little weird and confused trying to do this.
Still you trailed a finger down to your clothed clit and started lightly rubbing circles. That was what he meant, right? God, were you actually questioning if you were doing phone sex correctly?
“Tell me how it feels,” Mingi groaned. “I wanna hear your voice.”
Had it been literally any other guy trying to do this with you, you wouldn’t even bother trying to pretend. You were the type to shut someone down and not even bother trying to humor them -- except that one time but you felt pity for the poor clueless idiot. But this was Mingi and you really wanted to help him out even if you couldn’t do anything for yourself.
“I’d rather it was you,” you huffed with more whine in your voice than you expected. And it wasn’t a lie, you really would prefer Mingi did this to you instead of yourself because you just felt awkward.
The moan he let out of your name had heat shoot straight through you, and you found yourself dragging two fingers up and down your clothed core, and it actually felt a little less weird now.
“I wish it were me, too,” he breathed, and you heard him shifting on his bed. “Pretend it’s me, okay? My hand sliding into your panties and my finger going into you.”
You did exactly as he said, putting your hand under the waistband of your underwear and inserting your index finger into your heat. Mingi heard the shaky breath leave your lips, and he let out another deep moan as his own hand sped up.
“Your fingers are way longer than mine, though,” you chuckled lightly as you slowly pumped your finger in and out of yourself.
“Mm, so they’d fill you up even better.”
The quiet, involuntary moan you let out at his words almost made him cum right on the spot. It was one of the best sounds he’d ever heard, and he just wanted to hear it over and over again. He wished he could hear it in person.
“Say more stuff like that,” you requested as heat rushed to your cheeks.
His eyes closed as he imagined all the things he would want to do to you, and repeated it to you. How he wanted to fuck you with his fingers and his tongue until your legs were trembling and your thighs were squeezing around his head. How he wanted to work you up until you were begging him to properly fuck you. And the way he said all of that and the way he moaned between sentences and words had you adding a second finger and rubbing your clit as you rocked your hips and moaned out his name.
“Fuck, you sound so wet,” he whimpered, sounding so much more needy than he had while he was growling in his deep voice how hard he’d make you cum. “A-are you close?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, your voice higher in pitch as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening more and more and more.
Mingi was struggling so hard to hold on but it was difficult to. He wanted to cum so badly but he didn’t want to until you did. Somehow, even in this situation he was in, he was more concerned about you getting off than he was about himself.
“Fuck, _____, I’m gonna cum,” he said in an airy moan, fucking into his fist.
“Cum for me, Mingi,” you told him, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to reach your release.
That was it for him. Hearing you tell him to cum had thick ropes of white covering his stomach, chest, and hand as he let out loud moans of your name, followed by loud panting once he’d come down from his high. But what you didn’t know was that his cock was still throbbing and hard in his hand, so he continued.
“I need you to cum, _____,” he whined, sounding like he hadn’t even gotten any relief from his orgasm. “Fuck, please cum for me. I want to hear you.”
“I-- I--” you struggled with words because while you were so close to the edge, you couldn’t quite get there and it was frustrating. “Shit, I’m gonna--”
“Be good for me, _____,” his voice was airy still, but it was deeper again. “Cum for me and say my name nice and loud.”
You clenched around your fingers as you came with a loud and high, “Oh god, Mingi,” that even had him cumming right then for a second time. Hearing your moans and whimpers of his name as you came was enough to throw him into his second orgasm, which somehow was even more satisfying than the first.
Satisfying enough to make his erection go down.
You relaxed back into your couch, slowly removing your fingers from yourself as you opened your eyes and looked at your phone as if you were expecting to share awkward glances with your best friend.
You didn’t feel awkward, though, and neither did he. The haze of the moment began to wash away, and you thought you’d be left feeling uncomfortable and unable to even stay on the phone. But you both felt...the same. You felt comfortable, like you were just having a regular conversation.
“You okay?” he asked, sounding much better than when you had first called -- definitely a little more tired, but better.
“Yeah,” you replied with a soft chuckle. “You?”
“Yeah.”
The silence was comfortable as you just looked at his name on your screen over and over again. You wondered if this would be a normal thing for you now. You wondered if you would actually do that in person. Actually...
“Y’know,” you spoke up with a light tone to your voice, “I don’t think phone sex is for me.”
Mingi was silent for a beat before asking, “You wanna come over tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” you replied as if he asked if you wanted to go boarding on the beach.
“Cool,” he replied just as casually, but he was actually smiling like an idiot in his bed. “I should try to get some sleep then. I’ll text you tomorrow.”
[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends with Benefits (Part One)
(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki)
Characters: Mingi x female reader
Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fwb au, friends to lovers au, fluff, a lil bit of angst but it’s so tiny it’s fine
Word count: 1,774
Summary: Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.
a/n: so reader is written to be taller and to be not straight soooooo yeah just a heads up lmao
Tags: @sakura-uji @xummie
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By far, Mingi was the first in his pack to imprint. Hell, he imprinted before he even found his pack. And he couldn’t tell if it was insanely good luck or absolutely shitty luck that his mate was right by his side the whole time.
You had known Mingi since you could remember. He lived across the street from you when you were both growing up, and you would often go outside to play with him. Your parents and his parents basically raised you together as friends, and you were inseparable ever since. You couldn’t even remember a time you didn’t know Mingi.
It was no surprise you grew up to be more of a ‘one of the boys’ type person. You tagged along with Mingi all throughout elementary school and most of middle school. His friends were your friends, and vice versa. Really, the only time you weren’t with him was when you both decided to go out for the soccer team, and you found out that there were separate teams for boys and girls -- you stuck with the sport while Mingi quit after one season because he was only put on the team because they needed the numbers.
It was middle school that your parents were betting you and Mingi would become sweethearts because it was around that time that kids started realizing that the other gender wasn’t so awful. People your age were bragging about holding hands and having their first kisses, and you were too busy kicking Mingi’s ass at soccer to really pay much attention to any of that. But Mingi was starting to get pressured by some of the guys he was friends with at the time because he was the only one of them who hadn’t kissed a girl yet.
“What?” you snorted when he told you. “That’s a dumb thing to be worried about.”
“Aren’t you?” he wondered, sitting in the grass beside you at the edge of the soccer field.
“No,” you shrugged. “Well...I mean, some of the girls have been being kinda mean lately and saying it’ll never happen.”
“Why?”
“I’m not girly.”
Mingi nodded. He already knew there were some girls who picked on you for being more masculine sometimes -- you didn’t get into makeup when everyone did, you didn’t dress in the same clothing that was considered ‘trendy’ or whatever, and you had more male friends than female friends. It was something he thought was stupid to get teased for, but both of you knew you couldn’t do much about it. You’d come to terms with the fact that means girls were just mean girls for no reason. Besides, what did you care what they thought?
Mingi stared at his knees as he thought. He was a little unsure of the idea that popped into his head, but he knew he could say anything to you and you wouldn’t think any differently of him.
“Well...” he began slowly, unable to look at you because of the blush that was suddenly rushing to his cheeks, “we could always...kiss each other...?”
You whipped your head around to look at him, “What?”
“What?” he asked defensively, squinting against the sun to finally look at you. “It was just a suggestion!”
You shoved at his leg before pushing yourself to get up from the grass, “You’re my best friend, though. That would be weird.”
“Yeah, but people would leave us alone.”
“But you also told Jaehyun before that you’d rather lick the bathroom floor than kiss me.”
“Yeah, but people would leave us alone.”
You scoffed, shaking your head, “Look, if your friends are bothering you that much, why don’t you ask Kim Naeun to kiss you? She has a crush on you.”
That definitely got him to brighten up, “She does?!”
But of course, it didn’t last. And neither did the teasing. By the time you were in high school, you had changed a little, those around you had grown up a lot, and feelings had changed -- specifically when Mingi turned 15.
You were still into soccer and you were still a tomboy, but you had also decided you liked wearing eyeliner. You typically dressed in ripped jeans and beanies, but you now wore those clothes to fit your body better rather than choosing the baggiest clothing you could find. And at first, Mingi thought maybe that was the reason he was slowly starting to see you in a different light. And maybe that was it at first. But while things were a little different for you, they were really different for him.
It was some random day freshman year that Mingi shifted. The problem was that his pack was nowhere near close to finding him, and Mingi was also somewhat of an ‘early bloomer’ since most werewolves didn’t first shift until they were 16. So Mingi was left to his own devices to figure out how to calm himself down enough to shift back, and then get some answers.
He was missing for four days. Search parties were out looking for him, you were spamming his phone and every form of social media he had, and his parents across the street had never been so distressed. It was the first time ever that you didn’t have Mingi by your side, and truthfully, you were lost.
But then you got a call that he was back, and you told his parents you’d be right there. You ditched school and ran all the way to his house, knocking on the door and practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited for someone to open the door.
And there was Mingi.
As soon as his eyes landed on you, he felt the imprinting pull hit him like a truck. He’d never felt anything more than platonically for you -- well, other than the fact he might’ve been physically attracted to you before everything happened -- so the fact he suddenly felt this overwhelming romantic love for you was almost scary to him. It was like the world stopped and he gained tunnel vision where he only saw you. He wasn’t sure what it was, either, but he assumed it had something to do with whatever the hell was happening to him.
What he didn’t know was that you felt it, too. You just felt it at a smaller scale than he did. And maybe that was why tears welled in your eyes when you looked at him, because you were hit with how much you loved and cared for him, and you threw your arms around him and yelled at him to never scare you like that again.
And as he hesitantly and shakily put his arms around you, he mumbled, “I promise.”
Of course, Mingi did manage to find out he was a werewolf thanks to the internet. The websites he found seemed to be run by crazy people, only for him to realize that everything they said was true for him, at least. So when he read what imprinting was and what it meant, he realized that meant you were his soulmate; you were the person he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. And that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, there was just one teeny tiny issue...
You had a girlfriend now.
The summer between eighth grade and freshman year, you were a little confused about your sexuality and decided to explore some things. Ultimately, at the beginning of freshman year, you began dating a girl named Song Daehee who even Mingi got along really well with. So he couldn’t even be mad at your girlfriend for the situation because he liked her. The only thing he could be mad at was fate. But he knew you were meant to be with him, so he knew if he waited, you would come to him. So he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
By the time you and Daehee broke up, you were already in college and he had found his pack -- who he introduced to you as his new friends from college, and you thought they were hilarious. And during that time that he was waiting, he had’t even told you what he really was. He never explained what happened when he ran away when he was fifteen, and he told his pack they couldn’t tell you anything, either.
“But she’s your best friend,” San had stated when Mingi first told them -- despite not being the youngest, he was the last to be added to the pack. “Why wouldn’t you want to tell her?”
“Do you tell all of your friends?” he quipped.
“But she’s your mate,” Seonghwa pointed out.
Honestly, at this point, it seemed too late to tell you. It had been so long since he ran away before that he wasn’t sure when or how to tell you now. He’d known for so long, so wouldn’t you be mad that he never told you? Not only that, but would you think any less of him? He was never afraid to say anything to you, but now he was so unsure of everything. He was some mythical monster now.
That fear hung onto him all the way up until now. The two of you were still friends, he was still tall, and while you didn’t play soccer for school anymore, it was something the two of you still often did in his backyard despite the fact he never got any better than he did in sixth grade. You were taller, you still never wore skirts or dresses, and you had perfected your eyeliner technique but didn’t really wear any more makeup than you used to.
And still, from that day he came home when he was 15, Mingi seemed to fall more and more in love with you. He loved how you always wore backwards baseball caps, and how you still made strange decisions without completely thinking them through -- like when you shaved half your head before high school graduation, or when you got your tongue pierced just to take the piercing out a week later because it gave you a lisp. He loved how you had slowly found yourself and he had gotten to see all of it ever since you two were kids. He loved how you were unapologetically yourself, and he loved that he had you as his best friend even if sometimes that hurt him.
What he didn’t really love, though, was that after all these years of loving you, you were still oblivious to everything.
So some things had changed, but most things hadn’t.
