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A/N: here it issssss. brought forth by this! hope you enjoy!

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SMUT MDNI 18+

Song Mingi x Reader ft. Hongjoong

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), recorded sex, humiliation kinda, exhibitionism kinda, creampie sorta

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It was normal for Mingi to call you into Hongjoong's studio, the sound proofed room, a forbidden sanctuary you visited often with your boyfriend. It was well known through the building that Hongjoong’s studio was a sacred place and you were to never go in unless you were invited. Or you were Mingi.

Which is how you often found yourself in the same position you were currently in, bent over the captains desk as Mingi thrust into you. Now, don’t get him wrong, Mingi did know there could be serious trouble if he forgot to either lock the door behind you or just blatantly ignored his leader's schedule. The risk made it that much more interesting for him. Your sex life was eventful but sometimes, you just needed that extra risk to spice things up when it was too vanilla for the two of you. So, here you were. Your boyfriend's cock hitting you just right as you whimpered into the microphone on the large, endearingly cluttered desk. Mingi had pushed you down right beside it, your nerves increasing with your arousal at the possibility of accidentally hitting record. It spiked your pleasure so much you failed to notice the small blinking red light on a monitor off to your side, your eyes closing in pleasure as Mingi grunted behind you, your hands caged by his on the small of your back. 

“Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock on Hongjoong’s desk. He could walk in, y’know?”, his hips snap into yours harshly as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “I didn’t lock the door.”

Your eyes snapped open and shot to the lock on the large, icy glass door, the lock sitting mockingly unlocked as you whined. Your pussy clenched around Mingi’s length, his grunt hitting you in all the right places as you twitched in his hold, his hips bruising your ass. Your eyes closed quickly, his hand wrapping around your front to pinch and tug lightly at your nipples, whines passing through your parted lips as he thrust into you with more precision. The wet sounds of your pussy echoed around the room, somewhere in the back of your mind thanking any god that the room was soundproofed to the outside. The shadows of people passing the door reached you from behind your closed eyelids, teeth biting at your lip when Mingi took the chance to slip his hand further down your body to rub quick circles on your clit. Your moans came faster and louder, spurring Mingi on to snap his hips just right, brushing the head of his cock against your sweet spot as he moaned into the room, head tossed back. 

Glancing up to the array of monitors shaking in front of you, you caught Mingi’s reflection. The sweat you could shining on his temple as his hair stuck to his forehead, his toned stomach flexing with every sinful movement against you and his hips mocking you as they moved to create the pleasure you felt… it pushed you over the edge, your eyes slamming shut as you came around his cock. His grunts got deeper as he thrust into you a few more times, the spasms of your walls sending him plummeting over the edge of his own orgasm, his cum painting your insides white with warmth as you panted for breath. A small click distracted you quickly, worrying Hongjoong had opened his studio door and you had been caught fucking in his precious studio. Looking quickly that way proved your thoughts wrong, the door still firmly shut albeit unlocked. 

“Mingi?”

“Yeah baby?”

“What was that?”

“What was what?”, his eyebrow raised at you through the reflection of the monitor.

“The click?”, you met his gaze with confusion in your own.

“Oh. Look this way, baby.”, his hand gently gripped your chin, turning your head to face the monitor on your right, a clear audio file staring at you as you stared at it. 

Mingi’s chuckle echoed through the shock-induced haze in your mind, his hand dropping from your chin as he pulled out of you slowly. A hiss leaving your lips before you were turning on shaky legs to smack his solid chest. 

“Why would you do that?!”, you whined, “Hongjoong could find that!”

A smirk crossed Mingi’s pretty lips as you groaned, his hand brushing along your bare back gently. Another click reaching your ears as you watch the file save from the corner of your eye, no file name in place, a simple .mp3 staring you down before it vanished from the screen, the usually empty audio bars leaving you breathless. There was no way you would be able to find that file with Mingi in the room for one, and two, the infinite files Hongjoong had of beats and unreleased tracks just waiting for their day to shine. You scoffed, focusing back on Mingi as he re-dressed casually, his body being covered from your wandering gaze until he focused back on you. His hands reached out to rub your arms gently as he placed a kiss on your forehead, helping you re-dress as well after he cleaned his cum from your thighs. 

“You did so good for me, love. So pretty for me on his desk.”

“Mingi~”, you whined, slapping his shoulder gently as he pulled you from your leaning position on the desk. 

“Come on, love, we should let it air out now. Smells like sex in here.”, Mingi chuckles, pulling you from the room after checking both ways were clear.

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It was calm for weeks, the recording not even a thought in your mind until Mingi blew up your phone with missed calls and messages asking you to come into the studio urgently. Your heart raced as you sped through the KQ building, your palms sweating as you looked around for Mingi, nodding at staff who passed you. Mingi found you quickly, grabbing your arm and tugging you along to an empty meeting room. 

“He knows.”

“HE KNOWS?!”

“Shhhh, shh. He knows. He wants to talk to us.”

“What the fuck do you mean talk to us?! He’s gonna kill us!”

Mingi rolled his eyes at your over-exaggeration, his hands running over your arms in a soothing motion. You huffed at him, pulling away from his hold to pace anxiously. 

“He wants to see us… like… 10 minutes ago.”

You froze in place, turning slowly to glare at your sheepish boyfriend, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. Glancing at Mingi in exasperation once more, you grabbed his hand to drag him out of the room. He stumbled a little at your tug, straightening his step soon after to follow you as casually as he could to the closed door of Hongjoong’s studio. You took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door, muted shuffling reaching your ears due to your hyper-focus on the other side. The door swung open, Hongjoong meeting your nervous eyes with a hard glare that he swapped to Mingi soon after. 

“In.”

You shuffled into the room with Mingi, a death grip on his hand despite his attempts to pull free so he could cross his arms or shove his hands in his pocket. You bowed politely to the leader, his eyes softening slightly as he took full notice of your nerves. Mingi shuffled past his leader with a small nod, his own nerves clear to the other man as he observed him. 

“Have a seat.”, Hongjoong closed his door, the click of the lock spiking your nerves as he took a seat in his chair, centimeters from where you were railed mere weeks ago. 

You and Mingi took a seat on the couch in the room, memories of being railed there flashing through your head as you practically shook against your boyfriend. The atmosphere of the room was tense, Mingi’s leg bouncing against yours as Hongjoong just looked between the two of you. 

“So…”, he took a dramatic pause, clicking around on his monitors for a moment before your moans and a wet slapping sound filled the room through his speakers. He let it play for a minute, clearing his throat to continue, “You fucked in my studio. Without my permission to be in here, Mingi. Your exemption is not grounds to fuck your girlfriend and record her sounds.”

“You can’t say you didn’t enjoy finding that.”, Mingi scoffed, his hand resting on your thigh as he relaxed.

“That’s not my point-”, a flush ran across Hongjoong’s cheeks before he turned away, dragging the audio file to another monitor where more audio lay in the editor. 

“Then what is?”, you spoke up shakily, your hand grasping at Mingi’s as he trailed it a little too far up your thigh. 

“You recorded it. That’s my point. As punishment, it’s been mixed into a track.”, he hits play on the editor, a beat flowing through the speakers, the punctuated slaps of Mingi’s hips hidden tastefully behind a heavy bass with your moans.

Mingi bopped his head with the beat, the problem slipping his mind until you nudged him pointedly. He stopped abruptly as Hongjoong paused but he sided with his leader in the end, urging you to accept how good the track actually sounded. 

“I can’t just accept this! It’s… private-”

“You recorded it.”

“That was not my idea! I didn’t technically agree!” 

“There was consent though, was there not?”, Hongjoong looked concerned for a moment before you and Mingi both nodded to confirm.

“That’s not my point!”, you huffed, crossing your arms.

“It was consensual, recorded and now it’s a track. You can deny permission to use it, but Mingi says you enjoy the humiliation.” 

“Mingi!”

You stare him down as he laughs silently, only looking sorry when you smack his arm a little too harshly. Hongjoong laughs silently as well before your glare hits him and he clears his throat, clicking through a few things. It takes a few seconds for the same beat to run through the speakers, but this time, Jongho’s ad libs float through the speaker as well. You gasp, the vocals of the maknae sending chills down your spine as they usually do. The beat track blending smoothly with the vocals and creating a demo track for the ages, your moans not perceivable to the unknowing ear. You heaved a sigh and let go of your worries, head bopping along to the beat in time with Mingi’s, a smile crossing the captain's lips. Maybe having your recorded moans in an ATEEZ track wasn’t the worst thing in the world, and looking over at your boyfriend's smile, you knew it definitely would not be all that bad if it happened again. 

LIBRARY OF ILLUSION : THE TWILIGHT PRINCESS ... mature rated series

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pairing : pirate!mingi x princess!reader

genre: adventure, smut, pirate au

word count : 3k

warnings : language, 8ft tall mingi (implied monster mingi), mentions of death

smut warnings : unprotected sex, monster cock!mingi, size difference, manhandling, fingering, stomach bulge (kind of), princess (both title and pet name)

journeying into the first section, adventure, you soon find yourself placed in the shoes of a princess aboard a pirate ship where she is attempting to take her kingdom back from twilight. without much guidance, you find yourself face to face with the first guardian as you attempt to complete his trial.

you felt like you were teetering from side to side as you made an attempt to stand up. it was a poor attempt as you immediately fell back to the ground. the ground being the deck of the pirate ship you had stowed away on.

wait a minute.

you didn't stow away on a pirate ship.

last thing you remember was being inside that library, you had ventured into the adventure section and then...

huh, you don't remember. you let out a sigh as you once again attempt to stand up. you bunched up the skirt of you dress, your heels making a rather deep click sound as you finally stood back up.

about damn time, you think as you look around the deck of the ship to see not another soul in sight.

this was wrong. there should be a whole crew of pirates running around in order to make the ship sail smoothly. but it was just you. you probably would have felt more unnerved than you already were if you slowly didn't remember that the guardian of the section had to be here somewhere. right?

your eyes drifted up to the main deck of the ship was, where the wheel remained untouched and you couldn't help but feel like someone should have been there. where was-

a loud crash startled you from your thoughts and you turned to see the door that leads below deck is thrown open. you swallow the large lump in your throat as you take a frightful step back. you were stuck with nowhere to go.

that's when you hear the heavy footsteps that first sound from below deck. you can barely feel the thumping of your heart over the thumping of the footsteps against the wooden steps. then you see a head of brightly colored hair before you're greeted with a sharp gaze. you back away just a little further from the person until you're tripping over your edges of your dress and falling to the ground.

no fucking way... was this the guardian of this section? the adventure guardian. your eyes traveled up his large figure and you concluded that there was no godly way this guardian was human. not with how fiery his hair was and by just how tall he was.

fuck, just how tall was this guy?

"you," he starts and you feel yourself getting flustered with just how deep his voice is. it was like something shot through you as you just kept taking in his appearance. "are you looking for this?" he asks before he's holding up a key that looks a little too tiny in his giant hands.

that's when you remember why you're here. why you got transported to this ship. you needed to pass his trial in order to receive his key and mark of the section. that was what the keeper of keys told you anyways.

"y-yes! it is! give it to me!" you say, quickly standing to your feet. you couldn't help but blink in shock by how demanding you sounded.

"my, my princess, you think that after all this time you've spent on board with us, that you would know how to ask nicely for things. especially when it comes to things you desperately want. did captain not teach you enough manners?" oh god, he's taunting you know and this is when you fully take in his height.

craning your neck up even with the distance between you two. there was no possible way he was human. you can't help the way your heart jumps to your throat and how aggressively butterflies start to swarm around in your stomach. you felt your body slowly get hotter and hotter the longer you stared at him, and you know its rude. you know that ▇▇▇▇ would be upset with you for forgetting your etiquette.

wait, why couldn't you remember his name?

"you know..." he trails off catching your attention. "i'm surprised you're here, and that you look the exact same as you did all those lifetimes ago," he says as he took several steps closer to you until he was bending over slightly in order to take your hand into his and bringing it up to his lips. "you still look as beautiful though," he adds before he's kissing your hand.

why did this all feel so familiar? like you've been here before with this guardian, on this ship, demanding him to give you something, his kissing your hand. you're mind feels a little fuzzy as you're starting to see things, see memories that weren't yours... at least you think they weren't yours.

"mingi, give it to me," you demand again and chill is immediately sent down your spine when the pirate grins at you.

his large hand suddenly comes up to easily squish your cheeks together. you can't help the sudden adrenaline that rushes through your body and to your core even when you feel him manhandle you just a little bit.

"what did i tell you about demanding things from me, princess. have you learned nothing, or is it that you want me to teach you a lesson?" he asks, craning your neck up to forcefully look at him and you can feel yourself moving to stand on your tiptoes as he's able to pick you up with just his one hand. his face is extremely close to yours with his hot breath hitting your face.

you have to will yourself to not try and rub your thighs together. you know that if he finds out how turned on you're becoming thanks to him, he will on taunt you more.

"unless..." he says, smirk painting his face, "you want me to teach you a lesson?" he adds before putting you down and letting go your face. you couldn't help but immediately try and rub the cramp that was forming in your neck.

you then have to stop yourself from immediately jumping away in surprise as mingi bends down, face to face with you as he says, "if you want the key so badly, princess, then let me teach you a few lessons in etiquette."

was this his trial? you thought as you watched him stand back up to his full height and turn on his heel before he once more goes back below deck. was allowing his to teach you a few "etiquette lessons" the trail you had to complete. you couldn't help but lick your lips before you followed after him, your heels clicking against the wooden deck and stairs which earned his attention.

mingi turned around with a smirk on his lips before he took in your slowly flustered looking appearance. "i always knew you were a masochist, princess."

"a-ah! mingi, fuck," you gasp out, your hands fisting the sheets tightly below you as mingi fingered you. your back arched high off the bed as your body tried to pull away from the stimulation. the stimulation and pleasure that was slowly bring you to the edge closer than you wanted it to. "a-a-ah– fuck! fuckfuckfuckfuck," you moan when you feel mingi use his free hand to hold you down.

"such a foul mouth, princess, don't you know better than to say such things," mingi tsk'ed at you and you found it quite ironic how him, a pirate, was telling you to watch your mouth. you couldn't help but moan at the pressure on his hand on your stomach as he presses down on you, stopping you from moving as he abused your poor pussy.

fuck and this was only his fingers, you couldn't help but clench around them at the thought of when he finally puts his cock in you. how big you know he'll stretch you out like he's done before.

"m-mingi, it feels so good please! let me come!" you say as mingi's long fingers hit your sweet spot over and over again. you cry out when he does the 'come hither' motion. the heat in your lower stomach keeps growing more and more, and you swear you think you're about to rip the sheets from how hard you're pulling at them.

"mingi– mingi, please let me come!" you beg again, tears welling up in your eyes from how you're back your orgasm. waiting for him to tell you it's okay to come.

"do you think you've been good enough to come, princess? think you deserve to?" mingi is teasing you as you feel him slow his fingers in order to taunt you. fuck this guy.

"yes! yes! i have been! please let me come! let me have your cock, please!" you beg, tears streaming down your face. mingi can't help but chuckle at how desperate you are. he hovers over your body and you feel a pleasured chill run up your spine as he licks one of your tears.

his lips then hover close to your ear as he whispers, "go ahead and come, princess." and just like that you feel the heat in your body snap and you're coming around his long fingers.

you come with a loud, almost ear-piercing cry mixed with a strangled moan and you feel your body shake from how long you had been holding your orgasm. mingi can only grin at how much your body is falling apart just for him and he's quickly leaning over and capturing your lips with his own.

"my princess, you've done so well. are you ready for my cock?" he ask and you immediately nod your head, a mantra of yes's leaving your lips and you feel yourself falling more and more in a fucked induced state.

mingi's grin never leaves his lips as he undoes the buttons of his trousers, your eyes falling his every movements like a hawk. he notes how flushed you look, a layer of sweat covering your whole body as you're trying to catch your breath. he can see the dazed look in your eyes and he's reminded about how he's seen you like this many times before. his princess. their princess.

"mingi," your voice comes out in a whine as you watch him remove the finally layer of his clothing. you can't help but clench at how his hard cock stands proud and almost angry looking. fuck, he's big, you think as you take in his size. the thought of will he fit floats in your head before you're pushing it in the back of your head.

like your body moves on its own, you spread your legs beckoning him between them. mingi notes how despite you coming only moments ago, you're already ready to continue. already ready to take his cock.

"oh, princess, don't look so eager, or else i won't hold back," he says as he moves between your legs and he swears that you spread your legs even further. the inhuman pirate towers over you and you can't help the whine that leaves you when he rests his cock on top of you.

it rubs nicely against your leaking folds as the both of you see how big he is compared to you. his tip resting past your belly button and it sends a shiver over your body from not only his length, but also from it heavily rests against your body and his thickness.

"f-fuck," you moan out as you move your body, your arms hooking underneath your legs in order to hold them up. basically presenting yourself to him. you felt some of your juices run down your pussy and over your ass. "p-please fuck me mingi! i'm up, please mate press me," you beg, voice shaking from how desperate you're feeling.

"oh princess, look at you. not very lady-like of you, did you forget what you were taught or has being on the sea with pirates stripped that away from you," mingi laughs as he reaches over you easily in order to grab a pillow before stuffing it under your lower back. "as much as you like feeling the pain, i don't want to snap your spine in half," he says before he's taking your legs easily with one of his hands and bending you in half.

you let out a surprised cry as you feel mingi enter you, his thick girth stretching you out. you throw your head back, mouth hanging opened as incoherent noises escape you. you feel a line of drool spill out of the corner of you mouth as mingi eventually bottoms out inside of you. your lover lets out a few curses as his entire body towers over you, his one hand pressing holding your legs up as his other hand rest above your head to brace himself.

"fuck, princess, you're so tight," he sounds a little surprised by his words as he begins moving his hips, slowly dragging himself against your walls before pushing back inside you. you feel him rub against your womb nicely, warmly every time he thrust inside of you. the two of you let out a string of moans as he continues to fuck you, his speed picking up with each thrust.

you let out a few shuddered gasp as the thoughts of only mingi and his cock cloud your mind. the thoughts of what you were doing before sits in the back of your mind and this reality and your own start to blend.

are you really a princess who ran away after her kingdom was taken over. running away with your guard and advisor after you watched you're father be killed by the magical army. how ▇▇▇▇ had to rip you away from your father's body, as he carried you away. fuck, why couldn't you remember anyone's name? why only mingi's?

your guard, no he wasn't just your guard but your best friend... your lover. just like your advisor. ▇▇▇▇ and ▇▇▇▇, no why couldn't you remember their names. why couldn't you remember the captain's name? captain ▇▇▇▇. his face was right there, but blurry and unrecognizable. you feel frustrated for not being to remember your lovers' faces. what kind of princess and lover were you.

"ah, mingi," you say, feeling the tears running down your face as you crane your neck to look at your fiery lover.

"yes, princess?" he doesn't halt his thrust, but you can tell that he's listening and waiting for you to speak.

"why can't– fuck– why can't i remember their names. why can't i see their faces?" you cry out and you can hear how shaky your voice is.

"because that's not how the library works, princess."

"library?" that's right. you weren't actually a princess. you're inside a library, trying to finish the trials of each guardian. trying to find the treasure to save your friend. "ah, mingi! the key!" you say as you suddenly start to remember why you were here.

mingi only grunts as he picks up the speed of his thrust, and you can't help but clench around his cock. the wet sounds of your juices mixing together fills yours ears as you feel them leaking out of your hole more and more. your hand immediately comes up and tangles into his hair, you give it several tugs here and there as you feel yourself coming closer and closer to your second orgasm.

"m-mingi! can i... can i come?" you ask as your other arm grabs a fistful of sheets.

"fuccck~ go ahead, princess, come around my cock," he says as you finally come for the second time. you were basically held in place thanks to mingi holding your ankles in a tight grip. your pussy clenches around him as your juices leak out and it's only moments later when mingi is stilling and filling you with his seed.

you feel his cum fill you up and paint your walls nicely, leaving your mind dazed as the pirate slowly moves his hips a little bit before he's slowly pulling out of you.

you felt out of breath, chest heaving as you watch mingi slowly lower your legs – which feel like jello with how shaky they are. mingi remains sitting on his knees between your legs. his hands come up to rub over your body as he leans over you, face to face.

"mingi..." you trail off feeling your eyes starting to get heavy.

"it was nice seeing you again princess," he says before pressing his lips to yours. when he pulls away you feel like a part of you leaves as well when you can no longer feel his body heat against yours. you try to reach out to him, to pull him back, but it's no use. your limbs are all like jello, and your eyes soon fall shut.

when you wake up, you find yourself back in the library. you're laying on a velvet couch, a small blanket thrown over you and you can't help but wonder if what you just experienced was all a dream.

"ah, you're awake," a familiar voice says and you look behind the couch to find the keeper of keys standing there. you watch as he walks up to you, his hand digging inside his pocket before he showing you a rather large ring-looking thing.

"what is this?" you ask as you take the ring from him.

"its a key holder," he says before gesturing behind you and you turn your head to see a key – the one mingi was holding – resting on the table. your heart beats loudly when you reach for, taking the metal in your hands and you note its a lot larger than what mingi made it look like.

"congrats on passing your first trial," the male says and you turn to look back at him as walks around the couch, but you note how he keeps his distance from you. not getting too close.

you can't help but think back to all the emotions and thoughts that had went through you in the adventure section. how your memories were getting mixed with that of the character you were put into. how upset you were not being able to remember any faces or names.

"would like some tea before you start your next trial?"

"yes, please."

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pairing: song mingi x reader (no pronouns mentioned, reader has female anatomy)

au/genre: college!au, tutor!reader, mingi does not give a shit about studying, smut

word count: 4816 words

warnings: voice kink (AHHHHH), oral and fingering (reader receiving), reader is a little mean, kitchen sex, anime references, cringe, a joke about adhd, dirty talk... um..., oh right Mingi has a big dick (wbk), everyone's a little silly, unprotected sex (boo ‼️👎🏻), premature ejaculation almost, creampie, cum eating... (not reader...), i think that's it. NOT PROOF READ YET!!

synopsis: mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice

or

mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves.

a/n: i was almost ready when i saw this tiktok and it completely blocked my mind because it's SO FUNNY, but at the same time, it's men being dudes, dudes being bros, and that kind of made it hard for me to continue. i apologize for the 24h delay 😞

taglist: @byuntrash101 @goquokka @ashwoodforest @choisansnotsolegalwife

Mingi is not one to sit there and look at books. Or papers. Or anything that doesn't move and feed his brain with bright colors and his ears with noises, really. He prefers to vibe, and studying is definitely not the vibe. Sadly, studying is a part of his life as a university student. Yes, he chose this path for himself and yes, he was aware that it would involve studying. Still, now that it's really happening and is not just an obstacle to overcome in the far, far future, Mingi kind of wishes he'd chosen something else to do with his life. It's just exhausting, why would he waste the precious time he has left on planet earth on something that doesn't get the serotonin floating? He's pretty sure he has some undiagnosed ADHD simmering up there, but who is he to judge that? He's certainly not studying to become a doctor or whatever.

Anyway, given the fact that Mingi doesn't like to study, he's not had much experience with it in the first place. He's barely gotten his way through school, but uni is a different level. Hence, he needs someone to 1) teach him how to study and 2) make him study, or rather: have a judging eye on him while he is supposed to study, so the fear of being called out on it may light a fire under his ass and force him to bury his nose between the stinky pages of an old library book (on that note: he also needed someone to show him how to check out books from the library).

And that's why you are here, every Thursday afternoon, sitting at the sad excuse of a kitchen counter slash dining table in Mingi's scandalously expensive apartment given its size, growling next to him every time you catch him analyzing the bumps on his wallpapers instead of the letters on the pages.

Mingi generally likes you, even though you are a bit scary, he has to admit, or maybe that's the appeal. You are polite, but you have a way of looking at him that makes him feel like he's getting mansplained by your eyes. Your taunting gaze on him makes him feel small, and he doesn't like that at all. It makes him feel like all these years of drinking milk to make him stand at the 1.84m he is at today were in vain. You always have that one expression on your face, and maybe that's just Mingi's subconsciousness telling him to STUDY HARD FOR GOD'S SAKE, but in the way your eyebrows would scrunch together just the tiniest bit, he reads: God, he is fucking stupid.

He doesn't know which (since he did not pay attention in biology class, nor is he even sure they teach that in biology class) chemical in his brain suffers an allergic reaction every time you look at him like that, but there has to be one. There is nothing that Mingi hates more than being called stupid. Well, except for studying, maybe.

Call him lazy, call him a scalawag, call him witty for being able to get through all of school without reading a single one of the set books if you must, but do not call him stupid.

The only problem is that you haven't, well, called him stupid per se. It's just how Mingi interprets your stares. Also, he desperately needs you because he doubts there will be many other contestants that are okay with getting paid as little as you are (which is all Mingi has left by the end of a month full of Pokémon trading cards). So Mingi just has to sit back and relax and simply take it because, apparently, that's what he gets for not studying his entire life.

A loud ringing wakes Mingi from his peaceful afternoon nap - one that he has really earned this time around, he managed to look through his study notes for a full 20 minutes during his lunch break!

Disoriented, Mingi raises his head to make out his location and what year he is in. It rings again. Slowly, Mingi recognizes the shrill sound as his door bell. He slowly gets up, a quick glance in the mirror tells him that his hair is an absolute mess (which is really a crowning achievement given his buzz cut length) and he has imprint marks from his blanket all over his right cheek, but his sleepy mind doesn't even take it in. Mingi furrows his brows and shakes his head. Who would dare to disturb his peaceful slumber at this ungodly hour (4pm)?

The answer, of course, stands right in front of his door. With your arms crossed and the tip of your shoe drumming a dent into Mingi's "come in if you're a silly baka"-door mat, you raise an unimpressed brow at the sleepy shell of Mingi that blinks one eye after the other.

A few seconds pass until Mingi finally realizes who you are, and his mouth forms an 'o'-shape. Immediately after, he furrows his brows once again, his body slumping forward a bit because: why on God's green earth are you here? Then, it hits him like a truck, the aftermath of the collision blowing the remaining sleep out of his eyes: it's Thursday afternoon!

"Sorry," he says and sheepishly scratches the back of his head, then steps aside to let you enter.

"It's fine, it's only freezing cold outside," you stare at him before stepping in, shudder as you kick your shoes off, slip into Mingi's guest slippers and hurry inside. Mingi's brain does not register the sarcasm drenching your words.

"Let's get to it, shall we?" You ask as Mingi finally manages to follow you into the kitchen. You sit, take out a few sheets of paper from your backpack, then look over questioningly as Mingi has not even moved a millimeter, but instead started yawning like his life depends on it. Your eyes drift down his body. "Or maybe after you've put on some pants?"

Mingi freezes, looks down to confirm that, indeed, he's not wearing pants, but Naruto boxer shorts, then covers his crotch with his hands and buzzes off into his room.

Minutes later, Mingi reenters the kitchen, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips that, yes, he checked twice if he's wearing them the right way around. As mentioned, he is generally unable to properly focus on his studies, but today, it's exceptionally bad. Of course, you'd notice.

"Mingi, are you okay?" There's worry in your eyes – a sight Mingi has not seen. Ever.

"I'm fine, just tired," he mumbles, eyes unfocusing as he stares ahead.

"Yeah, you are? Why?" Mingi's tired mind cannot question why you suddenly seem so interested in his well-being. He also doesn't put any meaning into why you're scooting closer to him, your forearm accidentally touching his.

"I studied during my lunch break," Mingi informs you, a little, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Something tingles inside his chest as you carefully place your hand on his arm. As he looks over at you, you smile at him, and he notices your gaze flickering down to his lips for a second.

Hold on. Mingi's mind suddenly snaps out of its hazy state and works on overdrive. He might be the type to vibe, the type to just let things play out, but he'd be damned if he didn't notice when someone likes him like that. He suddenly notices the way you started creating skin-on-skin contact with him, the way you want to be closer to him, eyeing him even more than you ever did before. Just... why? Is it because you saw him in his Anime panties?

A few moments pass, and you sit back, then pat your pencil against the book to remind him of the reason why you're actually here. Mingi groans, admittedly a little dramatically and unreasonably erotic, brushing a hand through his hair to flex his biceps right in front of your face. You seem unimpressed.

"Well, fuck me," he chuckles deeply, the rasp in his voice more evident than usual due to his nap. It's then when you tense, he notices from the corner of his eye. Oh. Okay. So it's the voice?

"I'm really glad you're tutoring me, you know?" He purrs, throwing in a little praise to get you extra bothered, and you simply breathe out nervously.

"Heh, no worries," you brush him off. Mingi decides that, for now, he's made you suffer enough and keeps quiet. Instead, he focusses on his studies, although he's already planning his next step to terrorize you with the sultry rasp his vocal cords are gifted with.

"Mingi, focus-"

"No, I get what I have to do, the contents just won't stay in my head." Mingi reasons, his voice unusually, but not by chance, high pitched, eyebrows scrunched as to why the hell he has to do this before doing that only to do whatever next when it wasn't like this for the other exercise he had to do minutes prior. He is not stupid (!), he does understand how this works. It's just that it doesn't make sense, and that is surely not his fault.

"Are you stup-" you start, but shut your mouth before you're even able to call him the dumbest fucker you've ever crossed paths with. Mingi inhales sharply. Oh, oh, you're lucky he is patient, and you're lucky he knows that as soon as he growled a few dirty words into your ear, you'd slam your upper body on the counter without regards of caution, pushing your panties down under your skirt and begging him to take you right there - or at least, that's what he imagines.

Yes, Mingi is super patient, that's just what comes with the entire vibe-personality package, so he does not dump your cute sorry ass on his baka-door mat, but simply closes his pen, lays it on the table and looks at you. A fabulous idea plops into his mind.

"God," he groans as deeply as he can, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess I'm just a little" - he throws in a little moany sigh - "a little distracted today."

"A-are you?" You nod, biting your lip subconsciously. Mingi looks at you without moving his head. "Why?"

"Well, just stuff, you know?" Mingi enjoys how the rumble in his voice makes his throat and - obviously - you feel. "There's just a lot, going on. Like big... big stuff. Stuff that just keeps coming and coming, in and out, just like that. Ugh, I wish I could just let all this frustration out you know, all this pent up stuff." He watches for your reaction.

Unmistakably, your hand holding your own pen in a relaxed manner mere seconds ago now desperately grasps the poor objects until your knuckles turn white, your breathing is uneven and loud as if you'd just ran the entire way from Mingi's place to the next convenience store (seriously, why the fuck is he paying so much for this godforsaken apartment?). And - Mingi's favorite reaction to him ever: you're pressing your thighs together.

Oh, how Mingi loves himself a good reaction like this.

"Big stuff, huh?" Your voice trembles as your nervous eyes search for his. "H-how big?"

"Oh, really big. Just really fucking big," Mingi confirms with a slight smirk. He loves how you just fold easily like that. One second, you're over there feeling superior on your little throne of knowledge that Mingi lacks, and the next, you're making a little mess in your panties just because Mingi so much as spoke. Absolutely incredible. People should start calling him "the rizzler".

"I think-" you clear your throat, "I think I should head home then?"

Mingi smiles to himself as soon as you turn away to pack your stuff into your backpack. His hands automatically reach out to play with his pen, his long, slender fingers toying with the object, inevitably drawing your attention to the movements. "Already?"

"Mhm." You stare a second too long, gulp, then hastily stuff your belongings into the big compartment of the backpack, Mingi listens to the sweet melody of stressed breathing and papers crunching.

As amused as he is, he decides that it is time for the big reveal.

"Keep it in your pants, baby" he looks over, his eyebrow halfway raised, and stops rocking back and forth and fiddling with the pencil as you freeze in your tracks and stop packing. "What?"

Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "So you know?" You manage to squeak.

Mingi smugly pushes his tongue into his cheek. He loves how you're basically vibrating out of nervousness. "Oh, I know."

You sigh, hands finally letting go of your stuff and motioning defeat. He wonders what's going on in your mind right now. Are you afraid he's going to call you out? That he's going to make fun of you? That he's going to call you a needy slut and send you home? Or are you wondering if he's going to give you what you want? Mingi loves this game.

That's why he decides to make your situation a little more miserable.

"I also know that you think I'm stupid," he explains calmly, trying his best to no longer show any excitement, smugness, or any emotion whatsoever on his sharp facial features to really confuse you. Well, that's what you're getting for (almost) calling The Song Mingi stupid. Just a little payback, is all. He's not going to go so far and make you cry. No, no, Mingi can't handle when people cry, much less so if it's because of him.

Nevertheless, your breath hitches. Oh, you're fully aware that he didn't like you calling him that at all. Oh, how the gears are turning behind your forehead as you're trying to figure out what's going on, and what's going to go on in the next minutes.

"Thought so," Mingi deadpans. Yeah, that's right. Look how smart he is now! Super smart! He's got you all figured out. He knows exactly what to say and how to act to make you feel - and, fuck, does this feel like redemption - stupid.

"I'm sorry-" you start, back facing Mingi's form, but Mingi is not here for it. Mingi has gotten what Mingi wants. Mingi feels as powerful as he imagines a lion to feel, like, every day.

"Dumb fucks good," he simply states, just putting it out there, throwing it into the room for you to do with that statement whatever you like. Mingi's mind is already satisfied, his ego stroked because he's just proven that he isn't dumb. Although... he wouldn't mind a little diddling because, if he's being honest, you're hot as fuck and seeing you react to him in this way- well, he's also just a man!

"What?" You probably think you must've terribly misheard him as you whip your head around to face the confident Mingi smugly leaned back in his chair. Your eyes meet his, and he is sure that you now realize that, no, you definitely did not mishear him. That was exactly what he said.

In the blink of an eye, Mingi feels your presence on his lap, a last final look into his eyes before he feels your lips against his, desperately chewing away the remaining air separating his spit from yours. It's messy, lips colliding, too much teeth and tongue, but it's all raw and desperate. Mingi gets the vibes that you may have had some pent up want for him, but that's honestly the last clear thought he can muster before you grind your hips against his.

A deep groan escapes Mingi's lips, inevitably echoing against your own quiet gasps that just turn louder with every movement of your hips, your hands frantically trying to touch him everywhere at once to the point where he has to grab your arms and pull you back. Your eyes, wide. And confused, but somehow lidded and hazy at the same time struggle to take in Mingi in front of you. Yes, Mingi is aware of the effect of his siren eyes.

For another moment, he simply enjoys seeing how destroyed you look already, but honestly, there is just one thing on his mind.

"I'm gonna eat you out," he informs, waiting for you to nod frantically, whine and scramble off his lap for him to keep his promise. And you do, allowing Mingi to grab your waist with his large hands and lift you onto the counter. Of course, he can't resist getting another taste of your lips, almost losing himself in the soft pillows that frame your pretty mouth, but the hardness creating a tent in his sweatpants reminds him that he should possible attend a little lower.

Hence, he kisses his way over your cheek towards your jaw, then over your neck and down your collarbones. Mingi is not sure what your opinions on love bites are, so he just hopes you can remember him being right here and here and here even without visual proof, he can save that for next time.

Okay, Mingi admittedly was not able to hold himself back completely, his teeth only gently nipping at your skin on his way down. He simply hopes for the best, but your sounds seem to imply that you do not mind him one bit. Instead, you sound as if you wouldn't mind him taking a few bites more.

Impatient as you are, you assist Mingi in pushing your shirt out of the way, the straps of your bra automatically falling down your shoulders to reveal more of you to his hungry eyes.

And as much as Mingi would like to spend hours playing with your chest, he keeps it down to a minimum, kissing the soft flesh while gently pushing the remaining material out of the way for better access. His lips wrap around a nipple, his hands meanwhile busy with massaging the other and carefully holding your waist. God, Mingi loves boobs. But he might love the way your fingers comb through his hair and gently pull on it a bit more even.

Finally, the time has come, and Mingi kneels down on the floor. Pushing your skirt up, hands caressing your thighs, he creates eye contact with your eyes glazed over by lust and want. It doesn't even faze him that he hasn't cleaned these floors in weeks, honestly, he is in so deep he probably wouldn't even realize if the stove was on, lighting his study notes on fire.

He wants to tease you more, make you wait, maybe make you beg even, but he just feels too hungry to keep waiting. His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs as quickly as possible before spreading your legs and groaning in anticipation.

Throwing your thighs over his shoulders, he pulls you forward a little further, chuckling as you almost lose balance and smile at him. Okay, maybe Mingi feels a little tingle, and maybe that is not a horny tingle, but that's something to worry about later, if ever. Right now, he has a mission: dive in.

So that's what he does, obviously, planting a careful kiss right on your clit to wait for your reaction. And you do not disappoint, gasping slightly at the first sensation before getting louder and bolder the more Mingi tastes you.

His tongue gently parts your folds, getting a first taste of your juices. You basically cry out as his tongue prods at your hole, carefully easing its way inside to caress your walls.

Automatically, your hands fly to his hair, gently pulling at the roots to find a way to ground yourself, the feeling assumingely overwhelming, Mingi thinks, not to brag, but-

Mingi's eyes roll back at a particularly hard tug at his hair, paired with the way your hips grind closer until you're basically riding his face. Fuck, how are you so hot? Mingi's fingers grab hard at your thighs, loving the way the soft flesh feels in his hands.

To experiment a little more and, first and foremost, to get more rewarding reactions out of you, Mingi lets his mouth wander back up to your clit, gently sucking the nub between his lips, his tongue carefully flicking as not to overwhelm you. At the same time, a fingers sneaks its way over to circle your entrance.

Your throat coughs out a broken moan at this, your eyes switching between looking at Mingi's eyes and his mouth, and closing completely. Mingi loves taking in the pleasure written all over your face. He might not admit it, but he loves this kind of praise much more than verbal praise because your body really can't lie. He can literally taste how good he is at this.

He finally pushes his finger inside, loving how the wetness and muscle contractions are basically pulling him deeper and deeper until past his second knuckle. He feels around a little, trying to find the spots that seem to appeal to you the most, watching carefully how you react to each and every flick of his wrist.

Although, he feels that one finger is not enough to prepare you for the rest of him, so he adds another, massaging them into the spot that seems to be making you see stars with the way you grip his hair even tighter and mutter something he interprets as a warning that you're about to cum.

Keeping his pace, he successfully sends you over the edge, letting you ride out your high on his tongue before removing his lips, only getting his fingers massage the last clenches out of you.

Looking up he realizes you look, respectfully, wrecked, with your chest heaving, your hair a little messy and your eyes hazy and glossy, parted lips asking for his. And who is he to deny them, as he leans in to allow you to taste yourself. You seem to like it.

Pulling back after a while, he looks at you. You look so happy and relaxed like he's never seen before. For some reason, it reminds him of the weight in his pants that he suddenly feels the need to inform you about.

"You make me so hard," Mingi says lowly, carefully taking your hand to prove it to you, "feel." It's more your hand guiding his with how fast you reach down to feel him, eager to touch the outline of him through the sweatpants. And as if you're getting paid to stroke Mingi's ego even more, you gasp at his size.

Mingi can't help but smirk, of course, who wouldn't?

"Big stuff, huh?" You repeat your words from earlier, but this time no longer nervous, but cheeky as you bite your lip playfully. Oh, how Mingi would love to make you choke on his dick right now, just a little, and in a loving matter, but he's honestly waited long enough and he really just needs to be in you right now. And besides, Mingi is more in his giving > receiving era.

Instead, he grins. And he feels like there is something more.

Impatiently, you tug at his pants, successfully moving them a millimeter. Mingi helps you push his pants further down until it pools around his ankles. You giggle.

Damnit, Mingi. Why couldn't you've changed your underwear? Mingi mentally scolds himself, a good amount of his previously earned smugness flying out the window. Instead, he gives you kind of a sheepish look.

"I don't mind," you assure, tugging at his anime boxers next, "it's actually relieving to be reminded that you're still the cute, dorky Mingi and are not possessed by a sex demon."

"Incubus," Mingi points out.

"I don't fucking care. Just get this hideous thing off and have sex with me!"

Mingi does not need to be told twice, although he makes a mental note to scold you later for calling the one and only Naruto printed on a piece of fabric shielding his balls from the outside world hideous.

"God, fuck," you let out, and Mingi chuckles at your reaction to his naked lower half, "come here. Please."

You pull him closer, wrap your legs around him and beg him with your eyes. Mingi wastes not another second, aligning himself with your hole and slowly pushing forwards. Your eyes roll back as he enters you, causing you to hold onto him for dear life as he inches inside, filling you completely.

God, must your walls hug him so perfectly? Must you be so unbelievably wet just for him? Must you make these sounds? Mingi feels like he doesn't want to be inside anyone else ever again.

"I feel like I don't want to inside anything else ever again."

How did that get out there?

You chuckle, and have the nerve to pinch his cheek, as if he wasn't balls deep buried inside you right now. "You're so cute."

Cute?!

Mingi will show you cute. He grabs your jaw, admittedly still gently, and makes you look at him as he pulls almost all the way out until his tip catches at your entrance. "Cute?" And he pushes in all the way all at once. You moan, the feeling too much, too intense for you to still keep your eyes open. Helplessly, you cling to Mingi's body as he repeats the action 4 more times before setting a steady rhythm, angling his hips in a way that should stimulate the spot you liked so much earlier.

With your mouth hanging open and your eyebrows scrunched, you look like the prettiest thing Mingi's ever seen. He wants to see you drool, watch you completely lose your mind over nothing else but his cock. At the same time, he is surprised how good it feels. Well, not surprised that it feels good, but that it feels abnormally good, like he's about to nut in the next minute or so. Hopefully, he's able to coax another high out of you before that.

"What was it that riled you up so much earlier? My voice?" He growls, and you as much as whimper in return. "Yeah, like it that my voice is so deep?" You nod pathetically. "Cute."

"Mingi- 's so good."

"Yeah, am I fucking you good?" Mingi grins and you nod weakly, struggling to keep your eyes open. Mingi really shouldn't be the one talking big because honestly, he feels like if u moan one more time, if ur walls clench around him one more time, he is going to lose it. Something about this entire situation is just super surreal to him, or maybe it's simply you that is the reason for his premature high that is coming for him with fast steps.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, kissing your cheek before whispering, "can I please cum inside?"

"Shit, y-yes," you confirm, nodding quickly as you fight your hardest battle to keep your eyes open, focused and on the man that's currently grinding his tip into your sweet spot. Mingi feels like he loves you.

Mingi also feels like he's loosing his grip on reality, which is why he grabs your hips harder than before, using his strength to really slam his hips into yours with force, drowning his thoughts with the sounds of your moans. There is nothing on his mind except for you, you, you, and the primal need to make you his.

"Please," he groans, not quite sure what he's begging for, but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it? All that matters is that Mingi's ears catch the way you're begging him to cum for you, to fill you up, to please, please finish inside. He is not going to deny you that wish.

His hips stutter, his mind goes numb as he feels his muscles tighten and contract, releasing deep inside you. The feeling spreads in his body, feeling high and happy with such a forceful orgasm like this one.

Everything after is just a blur in his mind, he just remembers realizing that you didn't cum a second time, and he wouldn't be Mingi if he kept it that way. That's why he found himself back on his knees seconds after pulling out, sucking your clit back into his mouth, tasting his own release that's threatening to drip out if it wasn't for his fast fingers pumping in and out of you to push you over the edge.

It doesn't take long until you do, orgasm fueled by the lewd action of Mingi eating his own cum out of you, he assumes. Somehow, you two end up in his bed after, mostly because Mingi is a cuddler, partly because Mingi is not able to let you go yet. Or ever. Who knows.

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scribbling about sexual tension with mingi

just imagining him teasing you for weeks on end. every time you see him at a party or something he seeks you out, teases you and riles you up, only to leave you hanging. and it's clear it's a tease for him too. it's clear from the heated depths of his dark gaze that he wants you just as bad. he just has fun playing with you. murmuring in your ear that you look sexy in your outfit, leaning in close enough for you to smell his cologne, is just as thrilling for him as it is for you.

then one night he gives you a ride him, and the tension btw you both is palpable. it doesn't help that he's in a pinstripe suit with no shirt underneath, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, everything on full display. and you tell him that you want him, point blank, asking if he wants you too. that's when he pulls over and decides to show you how much he wants you too, kissing you, deeply, letting his tongue slip out and tease your lips. and as electrifying as his kisses are, it's the touch of his hand on your wrist that really supercharges your longing. his touch is surprisingly restrained, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist, waiting for you to lean into his touch. and you do, letting him guide your hand between his legs. slowly, sensually, he guides your hand over the length of his cock, letting you feel how his cock presses against the fabric of his pants, heat pulsing from his arousal, and you gasp as you take in just how big he is

"feel that?" he rasps against your lips, a hint of a smirk lifting the corner of his own, "that's how much i want you. think you can handle me?"

thinking about the way his head tilts back when you start touching him, the rough moan he lets out, and the way he starts fucking grinding into your hand 😳

— 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍

Why’d your Piercer have to be so hot?

Pairing: Piercer Mingi X Fem!Reader

Notes: Reader gets an eyebrow piercing, professional body piercer Mingi, use of good girl & sweetheart, hand kink, voice kink, quick fingering and face fucking.

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You sat in the lobby, nervously tapping your foot on the floor. You don’t know why but the waiting process for a piercing was always somewhat nerve wracking and you couldn’t describe why. No matter how many you’d gotten in the past, the feeling still never changed. This was a fairly new place, your friends were practically obsessed with coming here for tattoo’s or piercings and at this point you just had to see what the hype was all about.

“You can go see Mingi now.” You stood up and walked down the hall, finding that the door was already cracked open. Inside you see the Mingi guy cleaning up the space around him, preparing the moving table and salon bed. When you had the chance to fully look at him that alone told you everything you needed to know and why your friends were so obsessed with coming here. He was fine as all hell, black hair sitting just past his eyebrows, anti eyebrow piercing sitting just below his right eye, when you walked in you noticed that he was much taller than you, shoulders broad and covered by a black compressed t-shirt. He was fit, muscles flexing everytime he moved or picked something up, he’s definitely going to give you a hard time.

When he finally notices that he’s not alone he smiles a little “oh, welcome, take a seat I was just doing some cleaning.” His voice was low and rough, deep and practically lingered in your ears, could he get anymore attractive? Actually you probably shouldn’t say that or he might. You walk over and take a seat, watching him set the broom over in the Corner “So I know that you are here for a piercing, what did you want done sweetheart?” You could feel your stomach flip at the endearing name but tried to keep yourself calm “I wanted my eyebrow pierced, nothing crazy.” He chuckles before coming closer “mind if I clip your bangs out of the way?” “Oh, I’m sorry go for it.” Mingi walks over to his drawer and pulls out two cute Sanrio hair clips, he walks back and pins your hair out of the way to get a better look at your eyebrows.

He’s close, eyes scanning the upper part of your face, you oftentimes had to avoid making eye contact with him. “Ok so you definitely have the right face structure, you’ll pull this piercing off very nicely.” “Are you just being nice? Or actually honest.” He sets up his station “I’m being honest, I wouldn’t lie, I take this very seriously. I sort of have to.” He washes his hands, throws on a new pair of glove’s and starts sterilizing the jewelry and needle. “You nervous?” You shake your head “I’ve always had a good pain tolerance.” You can see hints of a small grin on his face “good.” it makes you wonder just what the hell is he thinking about. He grabs a skin marker and returns, once again very close, this time you couldn’t stop yourself from looking and watching the way his body flexed underneath his compression shirt, god he could manhandle the hell out of you and there’d be no complaints on your end. He marks where he thinks the placement would be best but you’re too distracted to notice that he’s talking to you. It’s only when he moves back that you finally come back to reality, your cheeks visibly a pink tint, now was not the time to be fantasizing.

“I-I’m sorry, I got lost in thought for a moment, what did you say?” “I asked if the placement works for you, here,” he hands you a hand mirror and you take it, checking to see if it’s good. You scan your face, imagining the finished product and well, yes it did work, he marked it just right. You give him back the mirror and nod “I think it’s the perfect placement, of course you know better than me.” “While that’s true I still wanted to be sure, now..” his voice trails off for a moment as he grabs the needle and rolls the cart over next to you. “You’re gonna feel some pressure but of course that’s normal, id recommend that you relax your body and just take a deep breath.” Although he told you to remain relaxed your body just wouldn’t comply, and he noticed that you were way too tense, legs pressed tightly together as you nervously held on the ends of your skirt, you did say he’d give you a hard time.

“Are you nervous about the pain?” You shook your head “I said before that I have a pretty good pain tolerance.” “I remember, it’s just that you’re being very fidgety and you seem tense.” Then it’s as if the light upstairs started working because he then pieces together a reason for that “is it me?” He’s smiling as if he finds it cute that he’s making you so nervous, like he’s entertained but you don’t smile back, you don’t even respond because you have no way to explain but the silence only confirms it. You jump a little when he places a hand on your upper thigh, giving it a squeeze “you have no reason to be so nervous, I don’t bite.” Not that you’d mind if he did, and putting THAT aside he absolutely knew what he was doing by touching you. “Tell you what,” he parts your legs a little and doesn’t once break eye contact, and not once do you push his hand away. You could feel your heart racing and your hole grasping onto nothing as his hand inches closer “if you manage to relax and let me get this piercing done for you..” his hand moves back which makes your shoulders drop in slight disappointment “only then will I give you what you’ve been thinking of this entire time.”

“Do All of your clients get this sort of proposal?” Mingi smirks and god does it drive you crazy “only the dangerously cute ones and so far that’s only been you.” You could tell he was being truthful and that made you feel incredibly special. “Now, breathe in.” You do as your told, your body instantly becoming relaxed, you’re not letting this opportunity slip from your grasp. The pinch and pressure of the needle slipping through your skin is quick and passes by like a breeze, so is the feeling of the jewelry being put in place. He screws on the ball and it’s done just like that but not before the area is cleaned up a little. “Good girl, you did so well.” He slips off his gloves and tosses them in the garbage “Can I give you that reward now?” You nod “I need to hear a Yes, baby.” You say yes but couldn’t make eye contact with him while doing so. Slowly Mingi removes your panties, biting his lip upon seeing how wet they were, he tosses them on his desk and parts your legs more, his finger sliding through your wet folds “I’m glad you came here for your piercing,” you moan as he messes with your clit, his other hand squeezing your plush thighs “don’t know how I’d feel if some other guy was making you wet like this.” His finger slides down to your hole and he prods at it before sliding one in knuckle deep, you arch your back, trying to remain quiet as anyone could hear “how can you say that when you didn’t know me until today.”

“I don’t know, I’m just saying what’s on my mind.” His finger which was thrusting into you slowly had now quickened as he hummed, dick hardening at the sound of your soft moans and the feeling of your walls tightening, he’d give you much more than just fingers if he had more time but he had 10 more minutes until another client was supposed to come in and he didn’t once think to lock the door, it would just ruin the fun after all. “More,” you breathed out, not feeling full enough and mingi happily complies, shoving two more fingers into you, brushing them over your sweet spot repeatedly, Your mouth salivated as he twisted his fingers inside and stretched you out, his free hand rubbing at your sensitive bud. With your mind almost blank you managed to mutter something along the lines of wanting to please him too, to which he just chuckles “mm and how would you do that?” Stopping his hand and pushing it away you pushed yourself up more so that your head was dangling off the salon bed, Mingi catches your drift and helps with adjusting the top so that the bed is almost flat but has some elevation. “The fact that you managed to think of this before me..that’s just hot.” He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his underwear, his cock springing free, he was thick and a little curved, his tip leaking precum, it made your pussy tremble. You both wanted this to go further it was obvious, but it couldn’t happen here, least not today.

You desperately open your mouth and mingi mutters out a “fuck,” as he slides himself into your mouth until his cock had no where else to go. There’s tears running down the sides of your face as he begins to move, shoving his fingers back inside you. His mouth his slightly agape as he moans too, his teeth often clenching when the feeling got to be too good. The Deepness of his voice only seemed to drive you closer to your orgasm, and he had no problem encouraging you to let go. “Go on baby, I know you wanna cum, I won’t stop you,” “you’re sucking my cock like it’s the last time you’ll ever see me darling, fuck that feels good.” You didn’t think the feeling of him using your throat like this would feel good but it did and you just know that you’ll be thinking of this day for awhile, this definitely can’t be the last Time you’ll ever come here and you just know Mingi is thinking the very same thing. “Shit that’s right, use your tongue more.” You sucked him harder, your tongue sliding over his length, when your orgasm came closer you couldn’t help but kick your feet a little, it was always overwhelming when you were feeling too much pleasure and this was a way to express it, and it didn’t take long for you to come all over his fingers, your body practically pulsating the heat rushing down your legs as they shook. Mingi slowly removes his fingers and licks them clean, his hands now resting on either sides of your face so that he could better thrust into your mouth.

Hearing him grunt only made you wet all over again but you focused on making him feel good. “Shit, I’m gonna come, do you… want me to pull out?” As an answer you just held his hands down so that he couldn’t move and you then feel a warm sensation traveling down your throat, Mingi pulls out and you finally take a breather. When the two of you have calmed down he checks his watch and quickly pulls his pants up “I’m sorry I..I have a client coming in soon.” Understanding the situation you get up quickly and grab your underwear to put it back on, realizing that you also forgot to pay for the piercing. “Oh before I go, how much was the piercing? I complexly almost forgot.” Mingi shakes his head “for you, don’t worry about it.” “What? No I can’t just not pay.” But he still refuses to take your money “keep it, all I ask is that you come back for another piercing.” He says hoping that you would understand the joke, to which you do.

When you walk out of the room you can see the guy at the front desk holding back a smile, he definitely knows what went down in there.

Getting invited to a Sleepover and awkwardly enough Mingi, the guy you have a crush on is there because he was invited as well.

You’ll never forget showing up at the door and he’s the one to answer, standing at the frame in a black shirt and gray sweats. The way he looks at you with a full on smile, leaning against the doorframe, he’s so quick to compliment you…looking for a way to leave you flushed and You spend most of the day trying to avoid him because the two of you can barely have a full conversation without you getting nervous but he just keeps trying to get your attention. What you don’t know is that he’s aware of your little crush on him, it’s why he gets so close to you, it’s why he seems so entertained whenever he sneaks up behind you.

He likes to make you blush, likes seeing you all flustered and nervous but you don’t seem to register that. He’s quick to offer sharing a futon with you since all of your friends had already partnered up, it was perfect.

Everyone’s already fast asleep, well everyone but you and like the dirty perv that you were, your hands were already touching various parts of your body as Mingi unsuspectingly slept next to you. Well…let’s be honest he wasn’t sleeping, he pretended to in order to see what you’d get up to when sharing a small space with him, he can’t help it he was curious and it worked in his favor.

He couldn’t help but pitch a tent, after all you’re masturbating next to him and it’s a normal reaction but— he could no longer just watch. you gasp as he tags the blanket off your body, eyes looking down at you as your fingers were stuffed deep in your cunt. There was no way for you to change positions or hide what you were doing, Mingi was too quick and you just had to accept your embarrassing fate.

“Keep going.”

Two words that flipped a switch inside of you, he encouraged you to keep touching yourself and at first you were hesitant but upon looking down and discovering that he was clearly excited..how could you say no? So you continued and mingi watched, instructing you here and there, you could just tell he was itching to touch you and it’s not as if you’ll say he can’t, why would you pass that up?

“Mingi I-“

“Sh darling, lower your voice we’re not alone.” The realization that the two of you were in a room with your friends and not just him was enough to send you over the edge. This was wrong, dirty and inappropriate but neither of you wanted things to end there.

It didn’t.

It didn’t take long for him to have your back to his chest as he held you open, cock pushing at your wet hole. You were so exposed, heart pounding out of your chest because at any moment someone could wake up for any reason at all. It would’ve been smart to do it under the sheets but Mingi knew you’d be clenching down on his cock anytime someone so much as twitched in their sleep. When he was balls deep he couldn’t help but bite down on your neck to suppress a moan and he had to stuff your mouth full with his fingers to keep you quiet too.

He held you close when he fucked into you, his finger rubbing on your clit so that you’d cum again, spilling inside of you when he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Mingi who...

Warning: smut

Word count: ~0.4k

Minors don't interact!!!

Mingi who instantly drops to his knees when he sees you in a skirt to press his face against your cunt

Mingi who gets pussy drunk the moment your scent fills his nostrils

Mingi who doesn't waste a second and just dives in, not bothered by your panties, licking and sucking your pussy till your cum drips down his chin

Mingi who loves to slap his dick across your cheek or tongue before pushing in in one go

Mingi who loves to deep throat you, squeezing your neck while doing so or pinching your nose for good measurement

Mingi who loves to caress or slap your ass every time he gets the chance to do so

Mingi who sweet talks you to finally let him fuck your ass.. in the end you did love it too

Mingi who loves to tease you in public, making you hot and bothered only for him to ignore you completely

Mingi who sends you voice messages in the morning which leads to phone sex most of the time

Mingi who finds it hot when you dress up for him in bed.. like when you put on the little bunny costume

Mingi who let's his members have their way with you while he watches

Mingi who loves to rub his cock against your pussy to get the both of you off, for him to paint your wet and swollen pussy with his cum

Mingi who is obsessed with your boobs and how pretty they look when they are stained with his spit and cum

Mingi who calls you his princess or doll

Mingi who loves to bite your lip when you make out

Mingi who wants you to touch yourself in front of him while he jerks himself off at your pace

Mingi who is in love with you and all the nastiness you share with him

Hot Summer Night | Song Mingi

pairing: mingi x f.reader

summary: mingi tries to think of you as his very good friend, but he can't deny how he truly feels about you

word count: 1.5k

+18 Minors DNI

warnings: fingering (f. receiving), female orgasm, mingi and reader are in a pool, suggestive thoughts and talk -- lmk if I forgot anything

Song Mingi has his eyes on you. He can’t really understand what happened. You are his good friend, that he knows, but in this particular night he wishes you were something more. You were going to be late to the party, something about school came up and you had to tend to that before showing up. Classic you. Such a good student, so responsible, so honest, so…pure. 

It is a hot summer night, and your group of friends was invited to the pool party. The full moon is high in the sky, and the few guests are already drunk, eating, or very into that one rom-com San is making everyone watch. Mingi watches you say hello and slowly scans the room. Could you possibly be looking for him? He takes another sip of his drink, half of his body in the pool, perfect to cool off his steamy thoughts. 

The only person accompanying him is Yeosang, the voice of reason. He sits comfortably on a beach chair as he watches Mingi follow you with his eyes like a predator. You can’t see him but he can see you through the glass doors. 

“You should just tell her you know… how you feel…” Yeosang interrupts Mingi’s thoughts. 

“No, it’s not like that. She just looks different today.” 

“You do this every single time you have to admit you like her,” Yeosang chuckles. 

Mingi rolls his eyes, he hates that Yeosang is right. The first time Mingi realised he liked you was last year when you were stressed about your finals and he agreed to help you study. He stayed up with you all night and when you accidentally fell asleep writing notes, he stayed up and finished the notes for you. Minig’s heart swelled every time he looked at you peacefully asleep. How could he disturb your angelic being? 

After that, he tried to repress it as much as he could. You went out on a date? Mingi would provide encouraging words and wish you luck, however, he would secretly rejoice when things didn’t go as planned. What kind of friend does that? 

Your eyes meet with his and you smile. Mingi feels he has been caught, but now you’re making your way outside. You move the sliding doors and step into the backyard, wearing your bathing suit and a translucent robe over it. 

“Hey, Yeosang, is this man bothering you?” you joke. 

“Not at all,” Yeosang stands to hug you. 

Mingi is speechless. A million thoughts go through his brain and he can only smile at you awkwardly. 

“I'll leave the two of you alone… I bet you have lots to talk about.” Without looking back, Yeosang returns to the house, ensuring he has closed the blinds behind the glass door. 

“What did I miss?” you casually say, sitting at the pool edge while your legs enter the refreshing water. 

“Nothing. Yeosang is just messing around,” Mingi tries to put some distance between the two of you, but you just scoot further down to look at him. 

“Hey what’s up?” you tease, ruffling his hair. 

“Not much… How was school?” a sweet smile. He was trying so hard not to give in, so hard not to jump out of that pool and kiss you. 

“Ughhh… so tiring. I only gathered the energy to come because you told me you were here. I really need to relax,” you lean a little bit closer. “Tell me, big boy, does anything come to mind?” 

Mingi swallows hard. Is this really happening? 

“Uh… the pool is quite nice, actually,” he says, so you take your robe off and get in. 

The water feels amazing, it’s true, but Mingi’s flushed cheeks and shocked face are even more impressive. You swim around a little, enjoying the cool sensation of the water on your skin. The little hairs on your back stand when the wind hits you. Mingi watches you and before his cock can catch up with his thoughts, he decides to move and play along. The two of you make an unspoken deal and decide to race each other. Mingi is fast, you can barely keep up with him, but somehow you beat him.

“Two out of three? The loser has to do what the winner says,” you reply breathlessly. 

“Deal,” and so Mingi is back to himself. These are the interactions he is used to… friendly ones. 

And so he picks up his pace in this second round. His long arms and legs helped him move effortlessly. Water splashed here and there, leaving you significantly behind. You are too late to hit the other side of the pool. 

“Nice try,” he laughs. 

You simply nod, because you know that cockiness is about to get erased from his face. 

This time you inhale deeply. You make sure to focus when you take the impulse to swim, every muscle of your body giving all it has. You swim, fast and hard. As you bring your face out to get air you see Mingi had stopped swimming. You immediately stop. 

“Hey! You okay? Mingi?” 

“You win,” he says, his eyes searching for yours. 

“What? Why? Not yet.”

“You win…” he moves and walks slowly towards you. “What would you want me to do?” 

“Hug me?” 

Mingi goes straight to your hips and not only hugs you but lifts you with him. With the water creating resistance, he spins you around, bringing laughter into the scene. Vibrations of his deep laugh tickled your belly and to be honest, further down south of your body. When he is about to put you down you wrap your legs around him. 

“Is it okay if I do this?” 

His eyebrows raise, his cheeks turn a lovely pink shade and you can’t help but wonder how pretty he would look under you. 

“Yes…” he whispers. “Is it okay if I–” 

His lips hover over yours, almost touching. He needs you to say it or else he will never believe it. Blood already coursing so fiercely on his erection. 

“Kiss me.” 

Your lips meet. He kisses you softly, slowly, taking in every little whimper you let out when your tongues meet. Mingi feels the heavens are rewarding him for some great deed he accomplished in a past life. Your hands go to his hair and you pull him even closer to you, as if that were possible. You feel the urge to be consumed by him, to be his. You kiss him as if his lips were covered in honey. He is sweet, he is addictive. 

“Mmmm… wanna make you feel good,” he murmurs against your mouth. 

“Please do…” 

Mingi knows what his priorities are, and that is your pleasure over his own. 

He puts you back in the pool and corners you, shielding your whole body in his in case someone decides to come out through the glass doors. 

His hands palm your throbbing cunt, only the thin layer of your swimsuit forbids direct contact. You kiss him, but this time it’s different. This time, you are hungry for him, for his touch, for his lips, for his deep voice telling you he wants you. Mingi pushes the fabric covering your wanting pussy, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit. The cold water makes you shiver as you continue kissing him, moaning for him. Your lips reach his neck, and you bite. Hard enough to leave a red mark. 

“Shit… I didn’t know this side of you,” and one of his fingers enters you. His thumb circles your clit as the cold water mixes with the sensation of his warm mouth once again on yours. Your hands now make their way to your breasts, playing with them. Nipples already hard from your arousal, you pinch them as Mingi adds a second finger into you. The pressure of the water heightens the sensation of ascending to the highest levels of pleasure you’ve ever known. With a flick of his wrist, he manages to angle his finger higher up your soaking cunt. 

“Aaaahhh… ffff-ffffuuuck,” and you try to keep quiet by biting your bottom lip but it’s too late. 

Broken moans leave your precious lips as Mingi kisses them and bites them. He tries to swallow every single moan until your body starts to tremble and your pussy clenches his fingers. 

“Cum… cum,” he whispers. 

And with one last thrust of his fingers, the knot in your stomach snaps, making your head lighter than air and your legs weak. 

“Fuck.. Mingi,” is all you can say, and he catches you before you slip completely onto the water. 

Mingi holds you with a smile on his face until your breathing comes back to normal. 

“I’m that good, huh?” 

“Shut up,” you smile. “I want to return the favour…” 

“Hey! Are you two done? You better clean up that pool!” Wooyoung yells, his face barely peaking through the glass door. 

You laugh embarrassed, hiding your face on Mingi’s chest. 

“We’ll be out in a second!” Mingi yells back. 

He cups your face in his hands and kisses your forehead. 

“How about we continue the party at my place?”

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a/n: This is pure ✨fiction✨

I uploaded this like a year ago and then it was taken down... idk. I hope you enjoy this. It is always fun to write about Mingi. Comment or dm me if you want to be included in the Ateez taglist.

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"I wanted to write this for a loooong time. Soooo maknae line?" (from "Ateez seeing you naked for the first time ~ hyung line" post)

YES pleaseee🧎‍♂️

Those scenarios were both comforting and really suggestive, just the right amount of both worlds and I loved it so much.

Take your time though, write the maknae line whenever you want. No pressure

Ateez seeing you naked for the first time ~ maknae line

pairings: ateez maknae line x gn!reader

warnings: very suggestive content

+18 MINORS DNI

San

he kisses you in a way that is hypnotic. slow yet urgent. sweet yet passionate. time with you doesn’t exist, he is convinced you were made for him, and what a heaven-sent present it is to have you all. every single part of you… his. san can’t recall the last time he was this excited, his heart pounds so hard in his chest. your touch is enough to make him crazy, but looking at you bare, vulnerable? he would kill and die for you if he had to. is this a dream? if so, he wants to keep on dreaming of you forever.

“Baby, you sure you wanna do this? Oh… very well then. Put your hands over your head for me. Don’t move. I’m gonna show you how much I want you.”

Mingi

his voice gets very deep and he can’t help but bite his bottom lip thinking about how all his secret fantasies are coming true. the fact that you are right there, under him, your eyes so sparkly waiting for him to do the next move. he takes a moment to scan your body, fingers softly caressing your skin. every curve of your body is studies thoroughly by him because mingi will make this is the first time of many to come.

“Look at me. Now, don’t be shy… you are precious. Ahhh that’s it, look at you, baby. I’ve wanted this since the first moment I saw you. Perfect, you are perfect.”

Wooyoung

he always knew his charisma would get him far, but never thought that it would allow him to share your bed. the way your little kisses spark the dirtiest thoughts in him is insane. you are so delicate and soft, he wants to ruin you. wooyoung tastes your sweet-salty skin. he finds your adorable weak spot behind your ear. he wants you to trust him, just as he trusts you, because he doesn’t plan to let you go.

“Everything about you drives me insane. You doing this on purpose? Let me hear you, beautiful. Am I making you feel good? Yeah? Mmmmm… that’s nice, isn’t it?

Jongho

he is the one that with your permission would take off your clothes, taking his time, admiring your beautiful physique underneath. with every move of his hands, his breath hitches a little, a silly sign of nervousness that you don’t notice. he asks you to help him get undressed as well, never taking his eyes off you. he grabs your face so softly and pulls you towards him, planting a firm kiss on your lips. this is one of the most special nights he has shared with you.

“May I take this off? Let me take care of you. Your lips are so soft, you are magnificent. Come here… Sit on my lap. Tonight is just you and me, ok?”

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

I hope you like it!!! I loved writing this so much! What should I do next? OT8 or someone specific? Comment or dm me if you would like to be included on the ateez taglist :3

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7:40pm

A/n: I forgive for what you are about to read, I had a dream and it went like this basically-

Warnings: Pwop, Dom! Mingi, Sub! Reader, unprotected sex, degradation, pet names, hair pulling, Sir kink, praise kink, let me know what I missed!

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"Look at how you're taking this cock baby, you're doing so well.."

"My pretty little whore, you can barely speak from how good I'm fucking you."

You could only moan, your face was pressed down in the mattress, ass in the air. Mingi's large hand was pressed against your lower, helping keep you in place. On your third orgasm of the night ,the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoing in the bedroom, deep groans leaving his lips .

"fuck..fuck. You missed me that much baby? I wasn't even gone for that long.." He teased.

When Mingi came back from tour you were all over him, you missed your huge teddy bear. Face timing him was not enough, and the few moments of intimacy you did have were short and no where near enough.

"Such a needy little slut, nearly drooling from how good I'm fucking you." Mingi smirks as your pitiful moan, he could feel you clenching around his cock and your moans getting higher in pitch. He leaned down to place kisses along your back, making you whimper.

"Mhm..tell Sir how good you feel, tell him how much his cock turned you into a needy little slut."

You nearly screamed out as you felt Mingi's hand reach down to rub your clit aggressively, soft growls leaving him. "Ngh...fuck Sir is fucking me so good..so so good..." you whined and Mingi landed a smack to your ass. "Mhm..you love sir's cock fucking you like this. You want more? Don't you my good little whore."

You nodded, your hands gripping the sheets, "Y-yes...please .I want sir to fuck me silly...fill me up with his cum!" You cried out, making Mingi stop in place. You whimpered and attempted to fuck yourself on his cock before Mingi held you in place with his hands.

"Say it again. Say it again for sir." He groaned, slowly picking back up his speed. "My slutty girl missed sir's cum" He chuckles, glancing down at your fucked out face. He then reached down to grab your hair, wrapping it around his hand a bit and pulling. "P-please..I want your cum.." you whimper out making Mingi growl softly.

"Well if my baby wants it. She better be ready to take it fucking all."

"I'm fucking you silly until your begging for me to stop~"