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partition please • mingi

pent-up and desperate after a show, mingi can’t wait to get back to the hotel

word count: 2.9k

warnings: slight dom!mingi x sub!reader, slight exhibitionism (in a car), fingering, dirty talk, NOT proofread

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You hear him coming when he finally staggers backstage; the sounds of him and the members’ conversations and congratulations fill the hallway and you smile to yourself. They deserve it; from the monitor in the dressing room he’d set you up in you’d seen their performance in all its glory and fuck, your boyfriend sure knows how to work an audience. When his voice gets louder, indicating he’s on the other side of the door, you hear him bid goodbye to the others before it swings open.

He looks even better in real life, you think; but you think that every time you see him. Pictures and videos can’t do justice to the panting, sweating man stood in front of you. He throws you a smile as he peels off the thick fur coat he’d worn on stage and haphazardly discards it on the couch. He extends his arms towards you, grinning in relief.

“Come here, baby,” he says. His voice is deep, raspy and tired and you feel it in your gut as you scurry towards him.

He pulls you closer to him, running his big hands up and down your back, to just above the highest point of your ass. He sighs contentedly and you smile. “You did so good, Mingi,” you praise.

His grin widens, excited now. “Y’think so, doll?” He asks and you nod. “I’m glad. Help me get these clothes off now honey, I feel gross.”

You want to tell him not to, because the sight of his clothes literally clinging to his sweat-soaked skin, hanging off each curve of his muscles, is appetising, but his comfort is most important — and as much as you like the sight in front of you, a naked Mingi is just as delicious. Maybe more.

You allow yourself a sad expression as you help him peel the fabrics off of himself, discarding them on top of the coat he’d removed earlier. You bite your lip, unable to pull your gaze from the sight of his bare torso. The skin is perfect; golden and glistening with sweat that practically makes him glow, and each time he takes an exhausted, gasping breath, his pecs move up and down deliciously. You’re probably drooling, you realise. You definitely don’t care.

You hear him laugh, and look up to see him shaking his head as he walks over to his bag. You watch as he pulls out his clothes, facing away from you so all you can see is that insanely, fictionally broad back until he turns around to show the — oh fuck — grey sweatpants and black tank top in his hands. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for a reaction to what you’ve told him is your absolute favourite outfit but you just smile. “You should get dressed then,” you say sweetly. “Or you’ll catch a cold.”

He stares for a second, a little dumbfounded before bursting into laughter. “Yeah,” he chuckles. “I will. But I know what you’re doing.”

You shrug, looking innocent. “Not doing anything.”

“Right,” he grins. “Course not. See ya in a second, baby.”

He slips into the connecting bathroom and you follow him with your eyes, chewing on your bottom lip. Emerging after a few minutes you realise the black tank top is a little too small — even when he pulls it down, muttering irritably, it sits just below his belly button, exposing his lower stomach. You clear your throat, calming down; it’s not particularly hot in this room and there’s even a fan blowing cool air into you, but you feel the sweat forming — dripping down your face and landing on your tits that peek out of your equally revealing tank top. Mingi notices; he puts up a good show of trying to be subtle but you see the way his eyes keep flickering downwards, pupils dilating slightly. A smile pulls at your lips and you chuckle. “Stop pretending and just look,” you say. “They’re yours anyway.”

He grins, dropping all pretence of subtlety and instead staring blatantly at your tits, licking his lips. You see his jaw tense, body tightening as your chest moves slightly each time you breathe — still glistening with moisture. He exhales, shaking his head. “God,” he sighs. “You are something else, aren’t you?”

You giggle, staring up at him through hooded eyes. “Siren,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You smile, tilting your head. “I have some idea.”

“I’m sure.” He cocks an eyebrow, looking you up and down. You see evil plans forming in his eyes, pulling the corners of his lips into a soft smirk. “Take it off.”

“What?” You blurt. “Take what off?”

He looks at you like it’s obvious — which it sort of would be, if you were thinking straight. “Your shirt, dummy. Take it off.”

You baulk, taken aback. Has he forgotten where you are? “What, here?” You ask almost indignantly.

He rolls his eyes, exasperated. “Yes, here, little girl,” he says. “Now hurry up. We don’t have long before someone starts wondering why we haven’t left yet.”

“Let’s just do it at the hotel then,” you suggest. You shift on your feet, still hot.

He stares at you for a moment, face blank before he sighs, chuckling dryly. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear,” he mutters. “Let me try again. Take off your shirt. Now.”

From the tone of his voice, the slow, controlled pace of his words it finally becomes clear to you that Mingi is not asking and you swallow, nodding fervently before quickly pulling your tank top over your head, discarding it on the floor. Now clad only in your sweatpants and bra, he stares at the fabric with almost hatred. “That too,” he says, gesturing to your black bra. “Let me see those tits, sweetheart.”

Quickly you unhook your bra, though your hands shaking from nerves and excitement make it a little more difficult, and drop it on top of your discarded top. He whistles lowly, looking you up and down with narrowed eyes. “Damn,” he says. His voice is raspy and thick with arousal. You release a shuddered breath, unconsciously sticking your chest out, trying to impress him. He chuckles. “You’re perfect, baby. Especially those tits. Don’t worry.”

He approaches you quickly, searching your eyes for permission which you grant with a nod. At your assent he grabs one of your tits, dwarfing it in his giant hands. He kneads them with a slight gentleness that quickly fades as he gets more and more affected. Grabbing your nipple, he rolls it between the pads of his fingers, relishing in the way you gasp and moan at the sensation. When you release a particularly loud wine, he pinches hard, digging into the sensitive skin with his nails. It only makes you louder, squirming under his touch. “Mingi—”

“Shh,” he urges. “Fuck. Shit, okay. I’m calling a car.”

You look up at him with a frown, confused. “But you said—”

“I know what I said,” he interrupts. “And now I’m saying this. I’m calling a car back to the hotel and for the sake of my career I’m praying it has a partition. Put your shirt back on.”

He releases you from his hold and you nod dizzily. Reaching for your discarded clothes you first pick up the bra, about to put it on when he stops you. “I said your shirt,” he says. “Gimme the bra.”

You stare confusedly, blinking. “You don’t want me to wear a bra?”

He shrugs. “Easy access. I don’t want anything in the way when I’m feeling you up.”

You roll your eyes. “People will stare.”

“The only person who’ll see is the driver,” he says. “And if he decides to look, he’ll also see my hands shoved up your shirt and down your pants.”

A shudder runs down your spine and you gulp, nodding slightly. “Fine,” you say. Nervously, you hold out the bra to him and he takes it, smiling innocently at you as he silently tucks it into his pocket. “Good girl,” he says.

The walk to the car is dizzying; stuck to Mingi’s side, nipples straining against the thin shirt that keeps you just this side of exposed; the feeling of the cool air on your chest and your large, hungry boyfriend practically pulling you towards the exit goes straight to your head — among other places. Knowing what you’re like, how easily he affects you, Mingi is all too happy to hold you up (with ease) as you finally clamour into the car. Quickly talking to the driver, Mingi sits back, taking you into his arms as the partition slowly rolls up. When it finally closes, leaving you alone with him, he wraps a strong arm around your shoulder and lounges back in the leather seats of the expensive-seeming car, his legs spread leisurely. He sighs, throwing his head back. “Fuck.”

You stare nervously at him, awaiting his next move. You wonder what he’ll do — will he start something right here like he’d promised? Will he grope and expose you, making you come undone right here on the backseat? Or was he just teasing you; working you up to make you even more desperate for him? You don’t know. Anything is possible with Mingi.

You catch his gaze after a few minutes and he chuckles, adjusting himself slightly. “What ya thinking about, baby?” He asks. His voice is soft and fond; almost patronising and you know he’s mocking you. He knows exactly what you’re thinking about, and he loves it.

“Mingi,” you huff. “Come on.”

“Hmm?” He raises a brow, staring at you with an innocent smile. “Come on, baby. You know you can tell me anything.”

You say nothing, biting your lip. Though you’re normally completely comfortable around your boyfriend, right now, when he’s like this and looks at you like that, you’re too intimidated to speak.

“Tell me,” he purrs. “Do you want me to touch you?”

You release a shuddered breath, nodding dizzily. You feel the chuckle he lets out against your skin, inches from your neck and painfully close. Your whole body is alight with need now; burning with desire for him. He smiles. “Where?” He asks.

“Here?” His hand closes around your thigh, squeezing it just enough to sting and you whine, squirming in his hold. He shushes you, gaze flickering towards the partition, looking far less concerned than he should. He chuckles, turning back to you. “Maybe here?” His hand travels upwards slightly, to the inside of your thigh just below your heat. He nudges at you slightly, and without prompting your legs instinctively part. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Good girl,” he whispers. “Fuck, you always know what I want.”

“Cause m’ yours, Mingi,” you mumble.

He grins, patting your cheek fondly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you shudder.

He clicks his tongue, and in a matter of seconds you find your sweatpants tugged down to the middle of your thighs, exposing your white panties to him. You watch as his lips part in awe at the sight — you’re soaked. Actually soaked; just from a few touches and the feeling of his voice and breath against your neck, you’re utterly drenched, dripping through the thin white fabric and dampening the black leather seat. He whistles, pupils dilated. “Wow.”

You feel the heat flood your face and you want to hide your head in your hands, but the moment you move your arms Mingi grabs your wrists, holding them easily in his grip. You whine; this is embarrassing. You’re partially exposed, held in the arms of your fully-clothed, leering boyfriend and literally dripping into the seats. This is humiliating. This is shameless. Mingi looks half a second away from devouring you whole.

“M’ gonna let go of your hands now,” he says quietly, “so I can touch all your pretty parts nice and easily. But if you move ‘em or try to hide yourself in any way you’re getting face-fucked. Got it, pretty?”

You gulp; you know from experience this is not an empty threat, and in the back of a private car with the partition up is a hell of a lot more privacy than Mingi’s previously seen necessary to carry out this particular punishment. You nod, mumbling your agreement. He smiles, releasing your hands and like a good girl, you let them fall limp at your side. He nods, satisfied before you’re suddenly shoved over, landing painfully against the window of your seat. Mingi lifts your leg roughly, leaving you sat up, facing him and completely exposed even before he hooks a finger under your panties and carefully peels them to the side. As he does, a trail of slick follows them, sticking to the soaked fabric. He doesn’t say anything; the knowing smile he sends you is enough for you to see just how amusing he finds this.

“I’m gonna finger fuck you, baby,” he says, sliding in a finger with ease as he does so. You jolt at the feeling, holding back a whine and he smiles. “Can you stay nice and pliant for me?”

As he speaks he slides another finger in, almost as easily as the first one, and you’re so overwhelmed by the feeling that all you can do is nod. His other hand comes to rest on top of your thigh, stroking it gently as he starts to pump his fingers in and out.

The thing about Mingi, something you learned very early on, is that everything about him is big. From his body to his dick (yeah, definitely his dick) to even just his presence, he’s large in every way. And as his fingers quickly work you open, the only sounds in the car the low hum of the engine and the squelching of your pussy as he stretches it out, you feel the truth of his statement more than ever. He reaches your G-spot with ease, pounding up against it without mercy and you groan, feeling the pressure build. His grip on your thigh gets tighter and tighter as the speed and strength of his fingers increase, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. But not quite there, of course — you won’t be finishing until Mingi says. Mingi pleasures you on his terms, not yours.

After a while of pumping in and out of you, you start to adjust to the feeling, and the sensation of his fingers on your G-spot repeatedly becomes as pleasant as it is overwhelming — just as he presses his thumb against your clit, sending another wave of overwhelming pleasure crashing through your body. You cry out, throwing your head back as the feelings overwhelm you, crashing against each other, building and overflowing.

“You’re gonna cum before the car pulls up at our hotel, alright baby?”

You groan, nodding to yourself. You’re not sure how close you are, but it doesn’t really matter; you’re going to cum soon enough, one way or another, and you doubt you’d be able to hold it until you got to your room even if you wanted to. Mingi smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your thigh before starting up again, even faster and stronger than before.

“Cum with me, baby,” he grunts. As his hands speed up his expression twists, contorted with need and pent-up aggression; biting his lip so hard it’s painful, brows furrowed, nostrils flared as sweat drips down his forehead. His dick is straining against his pants, begging for attention but he’s completely focused on you; on making you come undone in his hands.

“Three…” He grunts, speeding up again. Each thrust of his fingers has more pressure, strength and precision behind it than the last. You’re practically delirious now, seconds away from your climax but you don’t know how you’re going to hold yourself back even for that long.

“Two…” You’re certain your thigh will be bruised tomorrow just from the strength of his grip on it; he’s holding onto it like a lifeline, channelling all the strength and aggression he can’t release on your pussy into his grip on your sensitive skin. You’re held securely in place, totally at his mercy. It feels amazing.

“One…” The last second passes tantalisingly, torturously slowly. You feel your orgasm rushing towards you, overwhelmed and full and ready to come undone, to burst. He feels it too; feels the way you shake and writhe under his hands, the way you scream and groan in strangled, desperate cries. He knows you can’t hold it anymore, and he doesn’t want you to.

“Cum, baby.”

You don’t need to be held twice; your orgasm overtakes you so quickly you almost drown in it, washing over you and bursting at the seams as you finally let go, releasing everything onto his hand and the seat. You don’t even care what you must look like, or even how much you’re going to have to pay the poor driver to clean it up. All you care about is Mingi; the way he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, low voice guiding and praising you through it though he knows you’re so fucked out you won’t understand him — Mingi, Mingi, Mingi. His name is all you can think of, all you can scream as you cum over his fingers.

When you come down, chest rising and falling in panted breaths, Mingi is holding you in his arms, muttering lovingly in your ear. Your panties and sweatpants are back in place and if it weren’t for the pool of juices on the chair next to you, it would almost seem like nothing had happened back here.

When the car pulls up at the hotel, Mingi helps you out before strolling round to the driver’s side, handing him another wad of cash. He mutters what sounds like an apology before walking back towards you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “C’mon, babe,” he says. “Let’s get you on your knees, yeah?”

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small thing since i haven’t posted in a bit, forgive any errors please! i had a sudden health scare recently so haven’t been able to come online much but im all good now. reblog & comment if you enjoyed. requests are open! love🖤🖤🖤

[12:27 am]

''i love you,''

fingers tangled into his hair, lazy arms wrapped around your waist as the words slip past his lips. ever so quietly and equally mumbled, but you feel his lips move against your skin — and you heard him. even though the words come out mumbled and almost in a whisper, you still heard him.

‘’i love you, fuck, i love you,’’ he repeats, even though he doesn’t need to. you heard him the first time. ‘’love you so fucking much,’’ he’s borderline rambling at this point, and he knows he is. it doesn’t matter.

because he loves you, just like you love him.

‘’nothing without you,’’ he breathes, lazily snapping his hips into you. ‘’i’m nothing without you.’’ 

your legs are shaking at this point, both because of the endless orgasms he had pulled out of you and because of the position you found yourself in. ‘’mingi,’’ is all you manage to breathe out, your words coming out just as mumbled his had as you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

once rough, now soft lips press against your skin and you think you might melt into him any second. it’s warm, your bodies sticking together and you can feel the sheer layer of sweat covering the back of his neck — you don’t care. neither does mingi.

it’s no longer fucking, it’s raw. it’s intimate and it’s raw, just like you want it to be. it’s you and mingi. nothing more, nothing less. with you on his lap as he buries himself into you, it’s exactly what it’s supposed to be.

‘’no one else for me,’’ he’s not even sure what he’s saying at this point, and neither are you. ‘’there’s no one else for me, just you, it’s always going to be you,’’ he doesn’t say it to reassure you, nor is he saying it to make a statement. ‘’i’m yours,’’

raw. ‘’i’m fucking yours, forever,’’ he’s raw and he’s real. 

pent-up love and feelings he’s never gotten a chance to utter spilling past his lips, and you’re there to catch it all. and you’ll always be, because just like he’s yours — you are his.

MDNI

Mingi who loves to make eye contact with you while on stage, when he’s touching his cock through his pants, or thrusting his hips.

Whose aggressive behavior towards you, that you absolutely love. His deep voice, a dream. You love when he dyes his hair.

His confused actions is adorable to you.

I’ve said it before, he’s a himbo. He’s not dumb by any means but he’s gullible. He’s a rough lover in bed, not shy about by any means. Likes wrap his huge veiny hand around your throat, giving it a little squeeze but not enough to choke you.

His grip on your hips will leave bruises, but he doesn’t care. It’s his way of marking you as his.

Mingi who will do absolutely anything for you. He loves to touch the cock bulge on your stomach, he will press down on it to give you more pleasure.

Cares only about your pleasure more than his own.

Loves to pump in his loads of cum into you.

That’s your man.

Dedicated to @bouncesonmingi I hope you love this you simp 🫶

Perv!Mingi

Mingi version 18+ minors dni

Perv!Mingi who is obsessed with your ass, constantly touching it in some kind of way. Hand on it when you're walking, groping when you're cuddling, slapping it when you're walking by, jiggling it when he fucks you

Perv!Mingi who wants you so messy for him and loves to cover you in cum multiple times in one night

Perv!Mingi who wants to tattoo his bite mark onto your ass

Perv!Mingi who will want you to never wear panties around the house so he can have access to you

Perv!Mingi who would use your hair to wrap it around his cock to jerk off before cumming on your face

Perv!Mingi who takes pictures of your ass when you're walking in front of him

Perv!Mingi who loves to spit on your pussy

Perv!Mingi who will offer you a massage just to then massage your butt, covering it with oil

Perv!Mingi who loves your squeaks whenever he smacks your ass

Perv!Mingi who gets off your voice messages

Perv!Mingi who is obsessed with eating you out when you're doing every day stuff

Perv!Mingi who wants you to cockwarm him in your ass when you're sleeping

Perv!Mingi who loves to use your shower gel to jerk off in the shower because it smells like you

Perv!Mingi who has a polaroid of him fucking you from behind in his wallet

Perv!Mingi who wants to see you drool every day, sucking his cock, being fucked by him, randomly coming up to you telling you to open your mouth for him until you drool

"my good little cumslut. fuck, you look so good bent over. shit baby, your ass feels so good, how could I ever resist fucking it. you're doing so good, taking it all the way for me. yeah, drool for me, my pretty little slut"

what if i wasn’t mental sane did you ever think about that

This is how he eats pussy. End of discussion.

Playtime Pt. 2

Yunho X Reader X Mingi

Part one: Here

WC: 3.1K (Oops)

TW: Exhibition, Dirty Talk, Use of nic names ( Princess, Pretty, Love ) fingering, masterbation, blind folded, clit play,

It's been almost three weeks since, "the incident" That's what you'r calling it. Refusing to think of it as what it was, you getting turned on by your boyfriends best friends listing to you ride his dick over their weekly PC game night. You haven't seen Mingi or Wooyoung since then. In fact you haven't seen any of Yunho's friends, except Hongjoon, who if he knew, didn't lead on that he did. Yunho hasn't brought it up either, so neither have you. You guess the both of you are just going to pretend it never happened. You can't lie, the idea of that makes you a little sad. 

You are in the process of going through the motions of wrapping up the end of your day at work when you phone pings with a new text message. 

Yunho : There was a package delivered for you today. When you get home I want you to put it on. I want you in that and only that. Wait for me, I'll be there in 30 minutes.

You read the message three times. As you process the the words, trying to figure out what he meant by it he text you again.

Yunho: Hurry up princess, don't make me wait for you.

You quickly spring into action. Shoving the last remaining papers on your desk into a folder and in your drawer. It will take you about 15 minutes to get home from your office. Leaving you 15 minutes to do what Yunho has told you before he gets home as well. The whole subway ride home your stomach is in knots. 'What could he have planned' you think to yourself as you ride the elevator up to your floor. As you step out you see a box sitting in front of your apartment door. Reading the label you instantly know what kind of night its going to be.

Making your way into your apartment, closing the door behind you, you tear into the box that bears the signature logo of Bluebella. Your favorite lingerie store. Inside you find the most beautiful blue silk chemises, with matching eye mask. You're busy admiring the items when your phone pings again. Another incoming text from Yunho.

Yunho: You have 10 minutes till I'm home. I want you sitting on the bed waiting for me in that.

It's like a zap of lightning goes through you as you quickly run to your closet to change. Discarding your work clothes in a half hazard heap on the floor, you quickly slip on the silk garment, the eye mask resting on your forehead as you go and sit on the end of the bed. Your legs dangling off as you nervously wait from Yunho to get home. It's not long before you hear his keys sliding into the lock of the front door. You quickly slide the eye mask down fro your forehead and over your eyes, shrouding your vision in darkness as you try and listen to his soft footsteps coming down the hall. 

You don't realize you were holding your breath till you hear the soft click of the bedroom door closing. You can feel the moment he enters your personal space, your body so in tune to his. A second later his hand is cupping one check as he connects your lips. It's a gentle, quick kiss before he's pulling back. "You listen so well my love" he whispers to you, his breath fanning over your face.  His hand sliding from your cheek down to your neck where it gently rests for a moment before he pulls it back. "I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl for me" he says softly. 

The words accompanied by the sounds of movement around the room. You hear the clink of his belt, the hard sounds of your bedroom furniture being moved, the ruffle of fabric before you feel the bed dip next to you. Its only a second before his mouth is next to your ear "I think your going to enjoy this, but if at any point you want to stop you know your safe word, okay" you quickly shake your head, muttering out a small yes before he is pressing his mouth to your again.

This time it's not gentle, it's needy and hurried and filled with longing. You kiss his back with just as much vigor before it's broken again. You focus on catching your breath as you feel the bed dipping and rising around you before on of Yunhos strong arms is entangling its self around your waist and pulling you till your back meets his hard chest. You can feel all this muscles from his chest down to your favorite one between his legs, that is now very hard and bushing into your lower back. His free hand sweeping the hair back from your neck before he leans down to pepper kisses across your skin. 

Moving from your shoulder to the side of your throat. "Always such a good girl for me" he says in-between kisses. His hands sliding up from where they were on your stomach to palm your breasts through the thin silk material. His hard hands easily engulfing your chest as he gently squeezes. A small sound escaping you as he does it, gently arching into his touch more. "Do you like that baby?" he asks in your ear. Before he had even finished his sentence you had your head nodding yes. Slowly his hands continue to travel up from your chest to your throat. Wrapping around and giving it a gentle but tight squeeze you let out your first audible sound to him. 

The small whine leaves your throat as his hands release your throat from his grasp and slid to your shoulders. "Oh I think you like that" he says with much amusement in his voice "We'll have to remember that" he says as he lays another kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder. His hands sliding from the top of your shoulders and down your arms, it takes you a minute to realize that he caught the straps of your chamise and they were down going down with his hands. The silk sliding down over your pebbled nipples until they were exposed to the cold air of the room. "love these" he growls out from behind you as his hands once again cup your now exposed breasts. 

His long nimble fingers coming to pinch your nipples between them, tugging slightly. "Yu-Yunho" you pant out. Your body feels like a live wire is connected to it, buzzing where ever he touches. "Thats it princess" he coos as he continues to tug on your nipples. One of his hands comes down to the outside of your thigh, starting to trail up he pushes the fabric up your thighs and around your waist, making you completely exposed for him in-between his legs. It's not long before that same hand is now pressed to the inside of your thighs making a slow agonizing trail from your thighs up. 

The anticipation killing you, you need his touch. You know that once his hand connects with your core he will find you soaking wet. You gently tilt your hips up, trying to push into his incoming hand. As quickly as his hand was on your thigh it's now gone, but only for a second before you feel the sting of contact right in the middle of your legs. You yell out in pain as you realize Yunho just slapped your clit. Your legs quickly snapping shut "And here I was telling you how good your being" He says as he grabs each of your legs and hooks them over yours, making it impossible for you to close them now. "Don't be a needy little whore, be my good girl and take what I give you" he says as he returns his hand to your core.

He quickly slides his fingers between your slit, circling you tight hole one before pulling his hand away. What you cant see him do is hold his hand up and admire how wet his fingers are in front of your face "Your always so ready for me baby" he coos in your ear before you hear him moan followed by a pop sound. "Always taste so good too" he says after.

"Yunho please" you whine out again "Please what princes" he saw as he pulls your legs open wider "Please touch me" you beg him. You can feel the tears behind your eyes, the need to be touched becoming too much for you. "Of course baby" he says before sliding his hand back down between your body. You let out a moan at the contact, his hand releasing a bit of the ache you had. He quickly coats his fingers in your wetness before swiping them back up to rub small circles on your clit. 

You cant hold back your sounds anymore as he starts to build your body up. Swipe after swipe of his long fingers bringing your body higher and higher. His other hand coming down to spread you wide as he continues to work your clit "Look how ready" he breaths out "She's always so wet and ready" With his other hand he pushes in one of his long, delicate fingers into your wet hole. Your hips involuntary jerk as he hooks his finger in a come here motion, hitting the spot you love. You're trying your best to hold still in his arms as loud moans fill the room, your body coming to the edge. Just a few more swipes of Yunho's fingers and you know that band in your stomach is going to snap. 

"You do sound so pretty in person"

The blood in your vines freezes. The air you were sucking in caught in your windpipe now. It's like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on you.

Because the deep voice that just said that, the deep voice you know so well, came from in front of you and does not belong to your boyfriend.

"Mi...Mingi?" you stammer out. 

Yunho's hand comes away from you'r clit and before you know it your vision is flooding with light. They're in front of you, sitting back in the wingback chair that is usually in the corner of the room, eyes devouring you, is your boyfriends best friend, Mingi. He's leaning back with his legs wide. Dressed in slacks and a button down, the first button undone, tie loosened and sleeves pushed up his forearms, you figure he came home with Yunho. 

"Surprise princess" Yuhno whispers in your ear as he starts to work his finger in and out of you again. "Do you want to use your safe word" he asks you quietly. Your eyes lock with Mingi's, nothing pure fire and desire burning in them as he watches Yunho toy with your body. "No" you whisper. "Good girl" Mingi says in his deep voice, his eyes flicking down, tracking Yunho's hand travel back down your body till he finds your clit again. The first swipe of the pad of his finger sending your hips jerking again. "Very good girl" Mingi says again. 

A shudder racks through your body as the words slip past his lips. You feel Yunho slip his finger from your entrance, a whimper falling past your lips as you feel the emptiness. "Don't worry princess, I'm not going anywhere" He chuckles as you feel him push two fingers now back into you. The sound that comes from you is almost animalistic as he stretches you open. Your head falling back on to Yunho's shoulder as he works his fingers in and out of you "God she does sound so good" Mingi's gruff voice cuts through your haze.

Tilting your head back up, your met with the site of him palming the growing bulge in his pants.  You cant help yourself but to watch, your whole body heating up as you watch your boyfriends best friend, rub his cock while he watches you get fingered by said boyfriend. The whole situation was obscured, but you cant help the way your walls involuntary start to clench watching him palm himself. The action didn't go un noticed. "Why don't you tell him to take it out baby" Yunho says between kisses on your neck "Tell him you want to see him" 

You're convinced these men are trying to kill you, because that's exactly what is going to happen if you ask Mingi to see his cock. But you can't help but keep watching him, growing slightly bigger with each pass of his hand over the crotch of his pants. "Mi- Mingi?" you tentatively say. "Mm yes pretty" he responds, never taking his eyes off your core where he is watching Yunho's fingers disappear and reappear inside your wet hole. "Can.. can I see it?" you ask in a small quite voice. "What was that" he says. "Can I see it? Can you take your cock out for me, want to see it"

A string of expletives leaves Mingi's mouth as he throws his head back and groans. "Sure thing pretty" he finally says after a long pause.  He holds eye contact with you as his hands get to work undoing his belt and flicking open the button. He drags the zipper down before hooking his thumbs in the waist of his pants. Slightly lifting his hips he slowly drags his pants down till the waist is at the top of his thighs. Slowly he reaches down and pulls his length free and the breath you were inhaling gets lodged in your throat.  You knew he was going to be big with his hight and how big his hands were, but you were not prepared for what you were looking at. He was just an inch or so shorter in length than Yunho, which was still very long, but he was noticeably thicker. 

You watched as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock and slightly squeezed. The action followed by a groan leaving him from deep in his chest. "Oh I think she likes what she see's" Yunho chuckles "She's tightening around my fingers" You didn't even realize you were doing it. "Do you pretty? You like watching me play with my cock for you?" He groans out, the sound of his deep voice going right to your core that Yunho is currently pumping his long fingers in and out of. You shake your head yes, while eyeing his hand that is how starting to gently slide up his long shaft. "Use your words, want to hear that pretty voice of yours" 

"Yess" you hiss out as Yunho pumps his fingers a little rougher into you. You notice Mingi watching your boyfriends hand, as his picks up the pace to match it. You can't hold back the sounds anymore as you watch him jerk off for you, working his hand up and down as Yunho's fingers go in and out. The sounds of your moaning mixing with Mingi's little grunts and Yunho's fingers pushing into your wet hole. It's pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck" mingi grunts as his hips jerk up into his hand. "Always knew you would look so good naked" He pants. "Used to tell Yu how lucky he was to have someone like you" 

"He does" Yunho coo's into your ear "He always tells me how good you look and how lucky I am to be with you" He peppers kisses along the side of your face "Knew he would just love to see it first hand. Are you going to show him princess. Are you going to come apart on my fingers while Mingi fucks his hand wishing it was your pretty cunt" His hands curling again and hitting that spot you love so much as he picks up the pace. "Oh fuck Yuyu! Not gonna last long" you cry as your hips start to jerk to meet his thrusting fingers. His other hand rubbing tight circles on your slick clit. 

"You going to cum for me pretty? Cause I'm going to cum for you" Mingi says, his hips lifting up with each thrust into his tightened hand. "Fuck yes Min" you cry out "So close" you whine the band in your lower stomach becoming tighter and tighter. You know what's going to happen before you do it. You feel your body tightening as Yunho curls his fingers again hitting your gspot. Your walls fluttering before calmping down on his fingers in a vice grip. Release flooding from your hole. Because Yunho's fingers were still pumping in and out of you, when your body lets go and you squirt it goes everywhere. All over your bed, all over the floor since you're at the edge of the bed and more importantly all over Mingi's lap as he's sitting in front of the bed.

"Oh FUCK" he crys out as your juice splash all over his lap, his hand and his cock he's working. It takes him 0.3 seconds before he is summing on his hand right behind you. The view of your cunt squirting yore release all over sending him over the edge. His hand is covered in his cum as he give his big cock a few more tugs. You look on panting as he brings his hand up between the two of you. "Open up pretty" he smirks. "Go ahead love" Yunho says from behind you, his fingers now lazily sliding in and out of your hole. You do as you're told and open your mouth, just as Mingi shoves his middle and pointer finger onto your mouth. He wipes the cum from his fingers on your tongue before pulling them back. 

You quickly close your mouth and swallow his release. "Such a pretty good girl" he coos at you. "Yes she's always such a good girl" Yunho says as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back onto his chest, legs still hooked over his thighs keeping you on display. "You did so good for us baby" Yunho says as he brushes your hair from your face. "But I know how you can be even better" his eyes shifting from yours over to his best friend "Why don't you be the best girl and let Mingi have a taste of the mess he made"

.... to be continued ...

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backseat serenade

<mingi x fem!reader>

Getting stuck in the backseat of your friend’s car after a night out with your drunk friends wasn’t how you thought of ending the night, especially not on Mingi’s lap.

Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, forced proximity, technically exhibitionism but not because no one ends up noticing, fingering, light choking and wrist pining, riding, cream pies, orgasms, something is going on in the backseat…, furcoat mingi

word count: 3.3K (what the fucK)

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“Who else is here?” You ask. 

She shrugs. “My boyfriend and a couple of his friends. You know them.” Well, you’ve definitely met a couple of your friend’s boyfriend’s friends before. Your eyes scan the crowd and sure enough, you spot familiar faces. 

And then your eyes rest on a particular male—his hair dyed platinum and slicked back, already drawing attention because of his height alongside his fur coat that hung over his shoulders. You never thought someone could pull off a fur coat that well actually. A pair of glasses sits on his nose bridge, which seems to somehow accentuate how sharp his eyes are. He’s been on your radar since he appeared on a mutual friend’s Instagram. 

“He’s pretty cute isn’t he?”, your friend’s date pushes, lightly bumping his arm against yours. 

You cast him a glance. “Just surprised that there are people who still wear fur coats in this economy.”

“That’s-“

“Song Mingi”, you reply, not taking notice of your friend’s boyfriend’s surprised expression. 

“You know him?”

“Came across him”, you reply a little too quickly. You sure as hell were not about to spill the truth. 

He definitely looks and is intimidating for sure, especially when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice so low that it tickles your ears. You could hear him talk forever, you think. You could imagine how he moans in your ears.

You blink. The fuck?

And so, for the past hour or so, you’ve been stealing glances at the blond male, but unfortunately, there was only so much staring could do, and it was not helping you get the male’s attention. Sure, the both of you actually followed each other (you were surprised when he followed you back), and the way he liked your stories sometimes made your stomach grow butterflies, but you never actually interacted with him in real life. 

It wasn’t until the party was slowing down, when you came back from being distracted by another friend, was when you realise Mingi was gone. A ping of disappointment fills you up, but it’s not as horrendous as the feeling of regret—for not just going up to talk to him. You wonder when you’ll see him again.

You decide to find your friend and call it a night.

“Do you wanna hitch a ride with us?”, your friend asks, uselessly trying to balance herself, her partner holding onto her waist. 

“The driver didn’t drink, I promise”, your friend’s partner assures. 

You open the car door and your eyes widen when you spot Mingi. 

You whip your head to your friend to ask her sincewhen Mingi came with the friend group but you realise you wouldn’t be getting any concrete answers from a tipsy person. 

You glance back at the male donned in the maroon fur coat, who seems rather surprised when he sees that you were the one who opened the car door. 

But Mingi’s expression remains indifferent—god knows what he’s thinking about but you swore you saw a tint of something in his eyes when your friends told you to just sit on his lap because “the car had no space”. 

“Hi, y/n”, Mingi’s deep voice calling your name is kept in a bottle and stored at the back of your head. 

“Hey Mingi”, you greet back, cautiously approaching him. 

“Are you okay with this?” You ask, testing the waters by putting your weight on his left thigh. 

“It’s fine. I’m just worried that it’s gonna be uncomfortable for you since it’s gonna take a while to reach your place right?”

Right. You nod in defeat. 

Your body jolts slightly when you feel Mingi’s touch burn against your skin—especially your thighs. 

His friend on the passenger seat has the aux cord and he’s picked out a song to blast in the speakers. You feel goosebumps bloom across the nape of your neck when Mingi’s voice hits your ear from behind. 

“Sorry, you might need to move in a little more, Princess. We have three more squeezing with us at the back.”

You blink, processing the information before internally thanking the universe that the car is dark so the red flushing against your cheeks gets hidden. 

Soon you find yourself fully on Mingi’s lap, and although you try not to lean too much against him, you realise the position feels awkward, and when Mingi personally shifts you with his hands instead, you decide to stay put. 

The energy in the car is high, even after all that partying, which you easily deduce to be due to the alcohol. Unfortunately, you couldn’t be singing along at the top of your lungs, not when you’re subconsciously aware that Mingi is just behind you. 

Sitting on someone’s lap was definitely not as comfortable as sitting on a car seat, and that was a given, so you find yourself shifting constantly, not realising Mingi closing his fists every time your ass shifts against him, particularly his crotch. 

Suddenly you feel the weight below you shift. Mingi’s arm wraps around your waist, his weight pressing against you. You stay put the moment you feel his lips barely inches away from the shell of your ear. 

“I strongly suggest you try to stay still, y/n, or it’ll become a problem for the both of us.” 

You turn your head slightly, barely enough to capture him within your peripherals. At first, you wonder if you’re starting to annoy him, but when you feel his hands slide down to your thighs and something hard pressing against your ass, you get your answer. 

And you wonder how far you should take this. 

Your face is heating up, at the idea you’re just sitting on Mingi’s thick erection, separated by the fabric of his pants and the ridiculously thin fabric of your body con dress. You wonder about his size, which only gets more vivid since you’re literally sitting right on his fucking cock—how thick he would be, how much he would stretch you open, and it’s making you slowly drench your panties. 

The more his erection is blatantly pressing against you, the more you can’t help but fidget on his lap. You’re wondering why Mingi hasn’t said anything, you wonder if he even felt it at all. The moment that thought forms in your brain, you pick out what sounded like low groans from behind you. Then you feel Mingi’s fingers press against your bare thighs, just this fucking close to lifting your dress. 

Mingi shifts against you, his hard cock now even more prominent against your ass—directly below your pussy if it wasn’t for the fact that there were layers of annoying fabric keeping them apart. 

His deep voice is like a melody in your ear,  “I’m closing an eye if you’re just doing this on accident, but there’s only so much more grinding I can take princess.”

You glance over to the company seated just right beside you—they are still singing their hearts out thanks to the self-assigned DJ of the car. The music was still blasting, and you realise you and Mingi are slowly forming another world—one growing of hot and heavy air. 

You’re trying to weigh your options and risks, but the constant friction of Mingi’s cock just poking you through his pants mixed with the light buzz from the alcohol earlier is keeping you less than logical. 

You lean back, the back of your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the thick coat tickle your cheeks, taking in the scent of his cologne that you swear only he could pull off, the boldness rushing into your veins like adrenaline.

“And if I said it wasn’t an accident?”

You don’t know what he might do next, but it’s making your legs tremble by the second. Your clit is fucking throbbing from the sheer anticipation. 

Mingi’s eyes dart to glance at you while his head remains positioned straight, before he presses himself onto you with a smirk against your ears, “Right. Glad we cleared that up, princess.” 

His hands press on the sides of your throat, two fingers tipping your jaw to turn your head to face him as he clashes his lips against yours, and you’re ready for him to just take whatever the fuck you have left. You’re doing your best to muffle your moans through the kisses, but as every second passes, you’re ready to give into it—mostly scream his fucking name into the night at this point. 

Your eyes are so glazed out, your pussy throbbing and drenched, your mind so sexually frustrated the more Mingi keeps you waiting. Mingi’s fingers trail along your bare thighs, his legs forcing yours to stay open, easily letting the gather of your dress push upwards, while his fingers push your panties to the side. You hear him mutter fuck when your wet cunt drenches his fingers. He barely drags his fingers over your clit, yet you already feel like you’re about to burst. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” Mingi asks, sinking his gaze into yours. You swallow hard and nod, so fucking entranced by his sharp eyes behind the glasses, and alongside the fact that his fingers are rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Fuck me. You’re so fucking wet for me”, he hisses, eating up your moans as he fits his thick fingers into your pussy, filling you up instantly. Oh god. You feel your mind completely blank out at the sensation of Song Mingi stretching you out. 

You swear that the wet sounds of Mingi’s fingers fucking your sopping cunt were louder than the music, but for some reason, and thank fuck, no one else seemed to notice. Yet. 

His other hand clasps over your mouth as he watches your eyes roll back, your desperate and satisfied moans muffled every time his thumb presses against your clit while his fingers fill you up again and again. 

You shouldn’t have agreed to stay quiet. 

Mingi’s legs are strong as fuck because his knees keep your legs from snapping shut as you let the feeling build in your stomach. Your hips are involuntarily bucking against his fingers, craving for him to fuck his fingers deeper. Shit. You can’t seem to get enough. He releases his hand off your mouth for a while, letting it wander to your tits, rolling your nipples over your dress with his fingers, listening to you pant and whimper.  

“Can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt once we get off”, he mutters into your ear, increasing his pressure on your clit. 

“Please… fuck! Mingi…” you trail, not even sure what you’re begging for at this point. But the knot tightens hard and taut. You’re about to snap anytime soon. 

“Cum on my fingers for me, y/n. Show me how your cunt is gonna feel like when my cock is gonna stuff you full.”

His hand goes back to clamping over your mouth to muffle your cries while your orgasm rips through your body. Your eyes roll back, and your back arched against his abdomen, the pleasure spreading through every nerve while he’s still fucking you with his fingers, enjoying the way you’re completely undone because of him. Your cunt can’t seem to stop spasming and it’s only from his fucking fingers. 

But it slowly wears off, and he releases his hand from your mouth, letting you catch your breath. 

His fingers slowly leave your spent and creamy cunt, and for a split second, you’re almost disappointed. You turn your head, watching Mingi slide his stained fingers past his lips, licking them clean, and his eyes locked onto you. 

“You taste so fucking good, Princess”, he whispers, before his hands are on your throat again, pulling you in for a wet kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue, your face heating up at his words once more. 

The split second you pull away from him is when the music stops, and you hear your name being called.

“Y/n!”

Your eyes widen, and Mingi lowers his knees, letting you quickly shut your legs, letting his arm rest close to your legs, blocked by his fur coat. Thank fuck you’re in the dark. 

“This is your stop right?” Your friend asks before she turns on the interior car lights. You glance at the apartment building and sure enough, it is your apartment building. 

“Right”, you manage to answer with a forced smile. 

And as you are about to leave the car, Mingi suddenly announces, “I’ll send her up. Don’t wait for me.” He takes off his fur coat, draping it over your shoulders, quickly turning away as he pushes the car door open, ignoring the suggestive looks his group of friends were giving him before curtly saying his goodbyes and shutting the car door. 

Mingi is pretty much gentle with you as the both of you head up to your apartment, asking if you’re feeling cold, even though he’s only in a black tank top. You can’t help but gawk at how he looks even under shitty elevator lights—still so fucking hot. His fingers haven’t let go of yours yet since the both of you left the car, and he sure isn’t letting you go when the both of you reach to the door of your apartment. 

You feel so ridiculous in this oversized fur coat, but the fact that Mingi’s smell is just all over it makes you turn a blind eye to it. 

You unlock the door, pushing it open, the post nut clarity hitting, but the realisation of Mingi in a private space with you sending you mind into the gutter. 

And suddenly you feel your cunt throb again. Fuckin hell. 

“Cute place you have there”, he comments, slipping his shoes off. 

“I try to make the most out of it”, you return, taking off the fur coat, handing it back to him. 

Mingi pauses, staying near the door.

“I got no clue why I left the car like that, y/n. If you want me to leave, I can just call a cab and-“ 

His mouth runs, watching the way you’re walking towards him, and his lips snap shut when you pull him in for an open mouth kiss, his thoughts completely disappearing like they never existed. 

“Finish what you started, Minki”, you whisper when you pull away. 

For once, you like the way red looks on his pretty face, the red that disappears when he catches on, eye fucking you while thinking how fucking hot you look under normal apartment lights than the dim lights. 

His hands cup the back of your neck before his fingers are on your scalp, tugging your hair to face him, letting his lips collide with yours. You taste him so much more intensely now, and fuck does he taste like heaven. 

You feel his hands leave your head, going for your wrists instead, and he backs you up against the wall, deciding to pin your fucking wrists against the wall while stealing all of the oxygen you have left in between pants. 

His fingers trail down so lightly across your skin, you feel like you’re about to combust. 

“Is the couch fine for you?” He asks. You nod, just internally begging him to do anything to you. 

His hands slip down to your thighs, carrying you up in his arms, kissing and sucking against the skin of your neck while he navigates through your apartment. When he does find the couch (rather quickly), he lets you fall onto it, watching the way your dress rides up higher to your hips, your soaked panties coming into view, and his cock growing hard once more. 

“You know, you’re honestly killing me with that dress”, Mingi comments, his fingers tugging off your drenched panties, almost salivating over your glistening cunt. “Had to hold back from just pulling you out and fucking you.”

Oh, fucking gods. 

“That’s why we’re here now, aren’t we?” You tease, watching his satisfied grin grow bigger. 

You can’t wait for him to fuck your brains out. 

Mingi squats, letting his face press against your bare cunt, giving licks up, his tongue pressing against your clit while holding your legs apart. He thinks your whimpers and begs are like a fucking symphony—and he could listen to them over and over again while he breaks you, over and over again. 

It doesn’t last long, unfortunately, because he feels like he’s about to burst the longer he waits, his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants. 

So Mingi unbuckles his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, his thick and long cock springs from his apparel, wet and decorated in thick precum. He gives himself quick strokes, amused by the way your face is turning a soft shade of pink. 

His thick fingers once again hold your wrists above you, lining his cock up to your pretty hole and pushing himself in, his girth taking up all space instantly. You see stars splatter beneath your eyelids as his cock stretches you out—thick and heavy. 

“Fuck. Song Mingi-“ you cry out, struggling against his grasp. 

“So fuckin tight, princess. Fuck, you feel so fucking good”, he sighs, letting himself bottom out in you, relishing in the way your face completely contorts into pleasure when he’s fully seated in you. 

And when he starts fucking you, your eyes roll back—the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you switching off most of your senses. 

You sense his arms pining your wrists are growing tired, so you do your best to tap his arm, and Mingi lets go, watching you slide his wrist down to your throat. 

You sure know how to push his buttons. 

He applies pressure and it hits all the perfect spots. A choked moan escapes you while he fucks you dumb. 

“I’d love to choke you more, princess, but I really need you to ride me right now”, Mingi whispers, his fingers leaving your throat, and he pulls his cock out. 

You climb onto his lap, lining his cock before you push yourself down, his fullness knocking the wind out of you once more. 

“Are you gonna take all of my cum like a good girl?” He hums, wiping away the tears from your eyes. You nod weakly, biting your lip. 

“That’s my good girl”, he compliments, and it makes your heart fucking soar. Mingi bounces you on his cock, groaning at the way you’re squeezing around him. “Fuck, squeeze me just like that. God, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, princess.”

“Mingi, I’m so close. Oh fuck I’m gonna-“

Mingi only holds your thighs down, watching you shake, feeling your cunt just clenching down and flutter on his cock, cream seeping down his shaft, and he groans in your ear, keeping himself deep in your pussy, his thick cum flooding into your tight cunt, listening to you curse while he forces you to ride out your high. 

“So fucking good. Mingi…” you mutter through tears and hiccup, letting Mingi kiss your tears before he slowly pulls his wet cock out of you, satisfied at the way his cum slowly trickles out of you while you catch your breath. 

Mingi waits for your mind to slowly clear, and you climb off him, but your fingers stay interlocked with his. 

“We can wash up and order food if you want”, you say, trying to avoid the fact that you’re still flushing slightly considering Song Mingi made a wreck out of you. 

But he pulls you along with him. 

“An invitation to shower together? I’ll gladly fuckin take it, princess.”

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Partition

reader x dom!mingi ft. jongho

smut | nsfw | mdni

husband!mingi,he's obessessed with you, nipple play, hint of body worship if u squint, praising, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cameo!jongho, marking, pet names, orgasm control, size kink, fingering with rings on, hand kink, im obessesed with his hands just leave me alone

requested | part of my 2023 prompt event [closed]

finally back from a long business trip your husband takes you to a very nice date to celebrate. but after so long apart you are not sure you can keep your hands to yourself on your way to the restaurant

[❛i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.❜]

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Inspired by Partition by Beyoncé

Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up

We ain't even gonna make it to this club

Being married to Song Mingi, the extremely successful music producer, came with a price. And that price was time. Mingi’s time was a rare resource and extremely valuable. One day working with the Weeknd on his next album, the next day negotiating to sign with Beyonce. He was always traveling and working. 

But despite all of that your husband always made sure you were his top priority and that you knew about it. Whether he would take you around the world with him and catch a nice vacation for the both of you after an intense business trip or he would make sure to take you out to a very nice date on his return.

This time it was the latter. Mingi had been gone for a while. He had to postpone the flight back to Korea a couple of times to get the job done in LA. But finally that was out of the way and he was back to you. 

The timing was so tight that it was to the point where he didn’t have time to come home before the date and was just going to pick you up with his chauffeur. He didn't tell you where you were going but he said “to be prepared to be blown away”.

And coming from him that meant a lot. Mingi liked nice things and he always opted for the very best regardless of the price. So knowing that about him you knew the occasion will be anything but modest.

You opted for a lilac designer night gown, with a delicately beaded corsage that complimented your neckline, dipping just low enough. The bottom of the dress was flowy, a gradient color from lilac color to a nude. The material was flowy with light feathers and mesh. It was gorgeous and grandiose. Like the promise of this night finally reunited with your husband.

Your make up was along the line of the dress. Nude with some pop of color on the lids and on the lips. Noticeable but elegant.

When the doorbell rang you felt your stomach tighten. You were nervous. After all these years he still made your guts stir with anticipation. There’s no denying you’re head over hills for this man.

You run to the entryway, grabbing your clutch on the way and open the big mansion door.

When you look up at him you see him as dashing as ever. Cladded in a haute couture black tuxedo. Long ash blonde hair slicked back, just a single strand curved on his forehead. He looked dapper. He held out his hand for you to climb down the front steps to his arm, making sure not to injure yourself with your stiletto heels.

“You’re absolutely stunning," he said, kissing you softly on the lips, his mouth being pulled in the signature half smile that you loved so much.

He opened the door of the limo for you and helped you get in with the dress, setting you in comfortably.

The chauffeur did the same to him and took place behind the wheel. 

Mingi gave him instructions on the destination. Your husband was used to bossing people around and it put you in a different mood to hear his stern voice.

You couldn’t help but to want him to boss you too. It was your turn and you couldn't stand one more second of him giving his attention to anybody other than you.

So you let your hand rest on his knee. At first he makes nothing of it and continues to guide the chauffeur around the traffic jam. So you let your hands glide up his thick muscular thigh all the way to his crotch. When your pinky brushes against his sensitive area you stop.

“What are you doing?” Mingi interrupts himself to look at you. Even though it’s a question it’s rhetorical because he knows damn well what you are doing.

“Kiss me” you answered in a feverish tone.

Mingi obliged when you pulled him by his tie. His huge frame towering over you as you felt miniscule, vulnerable and turned on. Your hands started to roam his body through his attire first the thighs then the abs then when you were about to reach his growing bulge he caught your hand.

“Shouldn’t we eat before we get to the dessert?” he lightly chuckles at your enthusiasm. You sighed deeply, visibly annoyed.

What a joykill.

“Fine!” you pouted, sitting yourself back. “But I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know.” you added in a slightly teasing tone.

Mingi’s expression instantly changed. From the light hearted chuckles to the cold and serious eyes that held so much power over you. The turn in his behavior and in his aura was obvious. From loving husband to sex deprived pervert.

He started to wrestle with your dress, lifting it up to testify of the truth of your statement and you squealed in surprise when you found yourself exposed like that without a heads up. Your husband let go of the flowy fabric, hiding your intimacy again behind the numerous linings and looked at you in disbelief.

“You are actually serious”

“Of course I am” you bite back hurriedly flattening the material back in place.

“Fuck baby” Mingi burried his face in the crook of your neck, his deep voice merely a low rumble soaked with lust hitting you right in the chest, tightening your stomach in knots of anticipation. You knew this tone and what it meant.

“I was trying…” he started to kiss your neck going up to your ear. “was trying so fucking hard to behave.” He licked around your ear, wet sounds bouncing back on the low ceiling of the limo, making your arousal leak through the unguarded designer dress. 

“Trying to be a good husband, not devouring you the second I laid eyes on you” his hand dug into your waist pulling you closer to him. “But I can’t fucking win with you, can I?” he growled, unexpectedly biting your earlobe.

You were absolutely feral for him. After being separated for such a longtime the only thing you wanted was to be his. His cedarwood and orange blossom cologne was making you dizzy. Hypnotized by his deep voice. Controlled by his big hands.

He started to push your thin straps to the side. But as your chest was about to finally reveal itself to Mingi’s hungry gaze you stopped him.

“Shouldn’t we roll up the partition?” you asked, throwing one worried glance at the chauffeur that seemed a little too focussed on the road to be genuine. 

“Don’t worry I pay Jongho well enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Isn’t that right Jongho?”

“It is, Sir” the chauffeur politely responded, expressionless eyes, diligently glued to the road. 

“See?” Mingi returned with a sly smirk “Plus you know how much I love showing you off” he tipped your strap over your shoulder, revealing one of your breasts. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and knowing you were potentially being watched didn’t help one bit but somehow it felt thrilling.

Your husband pushed the other strap and soon your chest was on full display for him.

“So fucking perfect for me” he whispered immediately diving in and tasting your fiery skin on his wet tongue.

His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, teasing it, biting it and sucking it while his hand was fondling and pinching the other. Until they reached full hardness.

You whined at his every touch, barely containing yourself to beg for more, to beg for him.

“Fuck baby show it to me again” he breathed out he as prompt his chin to the dress.

You had a glance to Jongho, still as calm and focused as a meditating monk. And you lifted the dress once again. 

Mingi’s jaw dropped in awe. He always considered you as one of the seven wonders of the world. But each time he looked at you it seemed like somehow you got even more perfect.

He brought his hand to gently pull your lips apart. Uncovering the unholy and glistening mess you managed to make in such a short time.

“You’re so fucking wet for me” he sighed, biting down his bottom lip, your shimering folds putting a spell on him.

“Please Mingi” you squirmed. “Please, I want you.” 

“Good girl, asking so nicely… Just can’t say no to you”

His thumb circled over your clit, drawing a light gasp out of you. Slow and steady circles only making you gush even more. Mingi slipped one finger inside and you felt like you were melting at the end of his fingers, nails digging in the expensive leather of the limo. Your stilettos barely hanging to your toes.

“Yessss” you whined, finally getting what you’ve been craving for weeks.

“You’re sucking me in so well baby” Mingi praised before slipping a second finger in. You felt the warm metal of his wedding ring entering you and whined louder.

“Please…faster” you asked, short of breath, your mind getting hazy.

“Of course, my princess” 

He curled his fingers right into your sweet spot, circling it a couple of times before pumping in and out of you.

His big hands were experts at making you come undone for him, ravaging you in the most pleasant of ways. He knew you like the back of his hand and you couldn't help but to shamelessly moan and every thrust of his wrist.

“That's it baby. We want to hear you squeal” his lustful voice whispered.

We? 

You glanced over at the chauffeur again and this time you could have sworn you made eye contact in the rearview mirror while his face was briefly shone under the pacing street lights but… did you imagine that?

“Hmmm baby” Mingi smacked his lips. “You really like giving a good show, huh?” Mingi smirked as he felt you becoming tighter. “Such a good girl for me.” He pumped in and out at a faster pace. A pace that he knew would end you. But since he hadn’t uttered the magic words yet you held it in.

It took everything you had to not cum on the spot. You tried to not think about your husband's lustful eyebrow raises and lip bites, about the unholy squelching wet sounds your wet cunt was producing, about the wandering eyes of Jongho in the front seat. You tried so hard but you were on the verge of exploding.

“Pleaseee” you desperately begged as a last cry for help, a last hopeless request for your release.

“Go ahead my princess” Mingi whispered, administering the fatal blow as his thumb went back to drawing fast circles on your hyper sensitive clit while finger fucking you into oblivion. 

“Cum. Now.” his stern low voice ordered.

You instantly came undone. Your pussy gripping around your husband’s beautiful long fingers, stretching you to perfection. Your nectar flowing out of your like a river as you cried out in bliss, throwing your head back on the head rest, eyes rolling back into your skull with fatal joy.

Mingi gradually slowed down, allowing you to come off your high before pulling his digits out of you. You crashed your lips on his not caring about the state of your lipstick and started to fidget with the buttons of his vest but he started to chuckles into the kiss.

“Babe, we’re here” he said, pushing his messy hair back.

“What already?” you pouted in disappointment.

“We’ve been in the car for almost 45 minutes” your husband chuckled again.

“But I…”

“Let’s go baby or they might give our table away… Let's eat and on the way back I'll let you return the favor. How about that?” your eyes darted to his constricted bulge, lips burning at the idea of tasting him.

“Find a parking spot and wait for us, Jongho… I have a feeling we won’t be long”

“Yes, Sir”

A/N: oof sorry for taking so long to update! my first mingi smut did you like it?? leave a comment or drop by my asks. feedback is always appreciated <3

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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the lip bite 🫠 wtf man

so you mean this is what Mingi looks like taking you from behind… I’m gonna need to be put in a mental hospital soon cause yelp🧎🏼‍♀️

Genre: Smut MDNI! Drabble

Warnings: Afab!Reader, oral (f), face sitting, slight manhandling, pet names (princess, love)

A/n: I was going feral for Mingi last night and then I listened to this song and it just made sense to write munch Mingi 🤷‍♀

Your legs shake as you grasp the headboard for support. It's only been a couple minutes and you're already getting close.

"Slow down," you whimper out, throwing your head back as his nose grazes your clit.

You feel Mingi smirk against your cunt before his tongue swipes up your folds, gathering all your slick.

"Don't act like you don't like it, princess," his deep voice vibrates on your pussy and you clench.

With that, he pushes his tongue back into your tight hole and you groan out, hanging your head and leaning forward.

"Oh god," you gasp, holding onto the headboard for dear life.

Your thighs start to ache from hovering yourself above his face. He senses it, feeling you shift and tremble.

"Take a seat, love," Mingi tells you, his large hands wrapping around the backs of your thighs.

You shake your head even though he can't see. "I'm fi–"

He pushes you down until you're sitting on his face. You gasp at the sudden pressure to your clit, a spike of pleasure going through your core.

"I said sit." His muffled voice sends a wave of pleasure through you. He keeps a strong grip on your legs, one hand occasionally drifting up to squeeze your ass.

"I'm so close," you whisper breathlessly as Mingi's tongue strokes your walls and runs over your folds. Lapping up your juices like he's dying of thirst, making sure nothing goes to waste.

Mingi groans and his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs. "Fuck, you taste so good."

You tip over the edge, your moans ringing out as your eyes roll to the back of your head. The pleasure crashes over you and you grind on Mingi's tongue as he works you through your high.

Once you come down, you slouch against the headboard, panting. You shift, lifting yourself off Mingi's face, but he tugs on your hips, jerking you back down.

"I'm not done yet, love." His fingers trace patterns on your legs as his tongue finds its place back in your pussy.

You moan out, trembling from the overstimulation. "No," you gasp out. "I can't. I'm too–"

"You'll be fine, princess."

This is nothing new. Mingi's been addicted to your taste since day one. Every time you guys have sex, he'll make you come undone on his tongue at least twice before he even thinks of getting his cock out. And even when he doesn't get anything in return, that's more than okay. He arguably takes more pleasure in eating you out than you do.

So you settle yourself on his face and brace yourself for the next orgasm.

@wisejudgedragonhairdo

I know the pool winner was sunghoon but I didn't wanna disappoint some of y'all so I posted 2 ateez smut audios And a sunghoon audio

Mingi x male listener smut audio

Mingi hated the idea that his bf had to work a night shift for the next 2 weeks. He had no tight warm hole, no one to cuddle and u would sleep the whole day cause ur tired.All helm will break loose if those two weeks are over and he gets his hands on you, for now his just gonna have to jerk off

I need someone to tell me which one of them gives the best comfort/aftercare and which one is just a sex maniac