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𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙊𝙛 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

Song Mingi x Fem!reader

Summary: Your relationship isn't as vanilla as you initially thought

Warnings: ft. Hongjoong, Language, Established Relationship, Honjoong as his own warning, Teasing, Mentions of Bruises, Possessiveness, Slight!Humor, Fluff, Smut (+18) Minors DNI, Marking, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, DUB/CON, Massive Degradation Kink, Rough Sex, No Aftercare, Breeding Kink, Dom!Mingi, Sub!reader, fingering, PIV, Unprotected Sex, Slight!Exhibition Kink

HE MAKES ME SO DELULU

Hongjoong's voice is loud and frankly hyperbolic when he decides to disrupt the serenity in the dorms by screaming, "What the hell is that?!"

Your head jerks upwards from Mingi's hard chest, effectively ruining your once blissful rest under candle scented clouds as you stare wide-eyed at your boyfriend's friend. Hongjoong had promised to make himself and the rest of the group scarce on this bustling Friday night, leaving you and Mingi alone in the dorms while they partied up the peroration of the weekend.

But he is still here.

Blocking the view of the TV with his blinding Saint Lairent sequence and attire.

Your downtime, your only time, which was meticulously carved out of both you and your boyfriend's busy schedule is suddenly being hijacked by a crazily grinning Hongjoong, cupping the front of his mouth in apparent shock.

"Aren't you supposed to be gone?" Mingi mutters, refusing to spare Hongjoong a single glance as he swipes through his phone.

Your boyfriend continues in his duties as the big spoon on the wide sectional. His other hand, in its callousness and recklessness, is draped over your hip. Throughout his doom scrolling, Mingi's hand has slipped under your camisole and has taken to rubbing, slow circles along your soft tummy, gradually exposing the dark, purple splotches which caught Hongjoong's attention, just as he was about to leave.

"Aren't you supposed to be a human?" Hongjoong replies smoothly before gesturing vaguely towards your exposed abdomen, "When were you going to tell us you're an undercover vampire? I always had a suspicion, but now I know -"

"Jeez-" You stammer, fighting to force out Mingi's hand and pull down your camisole before Hongjoong could get a closer look. Mingi's hand is an iron glove as he pushes you down by your abdomen, effectively securing you against him.

Without looking up from his phone, he says, "He's in our business,"

"Damn right, I'm in your business!" Exclaims Hongjoong, "Did you see the state of those marks, man?! Honestly, I applaud you-"

Sensing Mingi's already glacial patience waning, by the firm grip across your abdomen, you attempt to salvage the conversation. Mingi very rarely felt like speaking at the best of times, even more apparent was his abhorrence for explaining himself and so you do it for him.

"They're just love bites," You attempt to salvage, but to no avail. "And anyway, I think you better get going, now!"

"'Love bites!'" Hongjoong mocks in slight acquiescence as he begins to make his way to the front door.

Despite the flurry of teasing that he had been attacked with, Mingi is still indifferent as he finally places his phone down. In fact, his hand returns to its designated spot underneath your camisole, resting along your tummy, with his blunt fingernails skimming the softness of the skin under your breasts "You love everything I do to you," He murmurs in your ear loud enough for Hongjoong to hear who finally disappears behind the closed door with another loud cackle. Mingi continues rubbing along your skin as he buries his head in between your neck.

"Show them too me," He says, "I like seeing them."

There is no reality in which you could possibly explain to anyone that the marks you sported underneath your clothes are a product of your desires. One glance at your body, riddled with bruises and love bites, would have anybody sick. To you, however, they were a prize.

"I wanna see them," Mingi says, having suddenly found his deep, fiery, sandalwood voice, echoing throughout the living room.

He begins to paw at anything and everything to get to one of his many marks he left on you and once he peeks over your side, and sees what Hongjoong saw, the flurry of blue and purple bruises meshing into the depths of your skin - it has his resolve snapping in earnest as he pushes you easily onto your back, while he moves to hover above you.

He had not always been this handsy or demanding, and you're unable to stop yourself from thinking back to when things had been different...

You remember the softness of Mingi's hands your first night spent together. How he hovered behind your bent over frame, clenching his jaw as he eased his leaking cock inside of you at snail pace,

"I don’t have anywhere to be, Babe, take your time," you had joked with a lazy smile while Mingi's jaw ticked.

"Carry on with your little jokes and I might not be so forgiving," If only you knew that the further your pussy swallowed his dick, the more his patience was waning. His limbs ached with the need to wrap around you. Adrenaline from the earlier performance was still running through his arteries, heightening his senses. He needed to go quicker. He longed to fuck you harder. This gentleness was going against everything in his very nature. His body burened for him to make a mess inside you, clamp his hand around your mouth and fuck you in front of the greenroom mirror until you begged him to stop… until you would have the marks to prove it.

But he liked you too much

And he had never felt this way before.

And as his hand dug into your soft sides, he promised that he would never let his recklessness steal this away from him.

But you felt him twitch inside you, and you peered up at his brown eyes now squeezed shut,

"What are you thinking about," you had asked him softly, as Mingi began a slow rhythm with his hips- the tip of his cock barely grazing that plush bundle of need inside you.

"Don't worry about what I'm thinking about," He blew out a hot and heavy breath, "what the fuck are you think about? You're gripping me like a vice, you fucking slut," He did not mean to say that. He did not mean for the words to slip out.

Or maybe he did.

There is an immense burst of pleasure spanning inside him, having him rut just a little quicker inside you - inside his beautiful fucking slut.

"Fuck,"

"Holy shit"

A dam had been broken. A holy grail was discovered as you watched Mingi and his slightly parted lips through the mirror. His eyes had snapped shut and a pained, completely fucked out expression overtook him. It had Mingi's cock seeking further, more violent entry, while your thighs framing his hips only locked tighter. The noise of post-perfomance celebration outside was no match for the bass in Mingi's voice that night.

"What are you thinking about?" All thoughts lead back to the present with Mingi presently stationed between your thighs on the big, open couch. Your breath is shallow as you reply, "Guess,"

A slow, almost proud smirk lightly pierces the end of his lips as he sits back on his haunches to splay a kiss against your steepled knee. Your eyes flutter shut as his plush, pillowy lips make contact with your skin, "Osaka?" He asks, voice as husky as it was in that deserted green room, where he forced you to take everything he had to offer while still wanting more.

"Osaka." You nod with finality, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as Mingi's kisses grew slightly more frazzled along your legs. Soon, you're gasping into the air as you feel his sneaky hand drift further and further along your inner thigh, like a serpent on a mission. He remains cool and collected on the outside but his bulge is raging against his sweatpants. It's the lack of immediate gratification on both ends that has your wetness seeping onto your underwear while you begin to paw helplessly at your breasts.

"You know…" Mingi's fingers lock onto your underwear, which he gradually pulls down. His kisses cease, and you frown at the skin-to-skin disconnection as your eyes flutter open, "Your skin is looking a little too boring down here. Not a single mark in sight," He peers up at you from between your rattling thighs with unmistakable innocent eyes.

You arch your back off the couch, already triggered by a deep wave of arousal as you bring your cunt to meet his hand while you reply through clenched teeth, "You can't… on my legs- They'll see,"

"You think I care if any of them see?" It is a question asked in darkened curiosity. You moan with ferocity as Mingi's fingers spear your aching cunt as his head tilts to the side, "You think I care if anyone sees how pretty you look when you're covered in my bruises like this?" He's completely sunken into his wayward domspace as his fingers drift in and out of you with complete focus and determination. You're a mewling, moaning mess as your fingers dig into his choppy dyed hair and you lift your hips to meet each and every obscenely cruel thrust.

"Another finger, Mingi, Please. I need m-more," he was wrecking you with middle finger alone, savouring the way your cunt gripped around him, imagining it was his cock. "Such a cute little slut," He mutters, almost to himself as he obliges and slowly sinks his index fingers inside your soaking walls. Your cunt is eager to pull his fingers in before pushing him out and pulling him in again. Mingi is utterly transfixed, watching you fuck yourself silly on his fingers until they're glistening.

"Lift your top," he says, "I wanna see you." You comply without fail, scrambling to lift your camisole until the cool air flows freely across your hardened nipples. Mingi's breathing becomes ragged when he lays eyes on your exposed breasts, and the dozens of little marks splattered across your torso. Some faded, some blending into the depth of your skin. It is the unevenness of it, the irregularities and discoloration that he put there, that completely blows the lid on his composure.

"Fuck, open your legs," you could not find it in you to tell him your legs were already open. All you do is moan from the loss of his fingers as Mingi crawls up against you. He palms his hardened cock through his sweats as he watches you play with your tits in the most lewd, most lascivious fashion.

"You like acting like such a little slut?" The depth of his voice, had you absolutely weak to the core, like the foundations of earth itself was being enchanted to speak. He knew how wrecked he could get you by simply speaking and it is his most coveted weapon. Mingi's eyes are hooded and glassy as he hovers over you, simultaneously forcing his cock through your wet folds while he looked down at you with fierce conviction.

You're already teetering on the edge as he begins to fuck you hard and rough while his 3 silver chains dangle from his neck, kissing the very tips of your nose.

"Oh- fuck, you're taking me so well," Mingi's voice is absolutely delirious as he pounds into you, his jewelery moving in tandem with his violent thrusts as he brings a hand down on your breasts.

"So, good, you feel so good," He repeats, rutting into you with the same urgency of that very first night you let him get this rough with you. His thrusts are sloppy and erratic as he splays a wayward hand on your inner thigh, prying your legs open to allow his cock to plunge even deeper. Mingi's left arm is beside your head, keeping him afloat while he experimentally brings a calloused hand around the base of your throat, testing. Your back once again peels off the couch as you bring a hand up to his wrist. "Fuck, oh my god-"

"Fuck, Mingi" He corrects, huffing and puffing above you as he urges you to nod along with him, "I want you to say my name, baby,"

"F-Fuck, Mingi," The words escape through pursed lips, accompanied by a whorish moan from you and a deep, rumbling groan from Mingi who begins to hump your cunt with urgency.

For the umpteenth time since you began, you are utterly breathless.

"My dumb little slut is taking his cock so well," Mingi's voice is hoarse as it cracks into a million pieces, "So fucking good,"

He watches with shallow breathing as another moan climbs up and out of your throat... He sends another mindless rut into your pussy, spurred by the knowledge that you are slipping into subspace right in front of him. "You like it when I call you my little slut?"

"Oh fuck-" Your own hips are restless as you lift them to meet his sloppy thrusts.

"That's not an answer," He says before squeezing the base of your throat in warning.

"Yes!" You say, once You're given the gift of breathing, "Yes, I like it when you call me a slut!" Unimaginable pleasure only multiplies as Mingi buries his head in the crook of your neck and bites. He is relentless on your skin- sinking his teeth and rutting his hips until the tip of his cock bruises your cervix. You're completely incoherent and so is he.

"Fuck…I love seeing- love seeing my marks on you baby," Mingi's eyes are half lidded as his lips hangs open, "Fucking love marking my slut and fucking her tight little pussy."

"Oh, fuck-"

"I can't stop," He says, with utter desperation in his tone, enough to have your legs shaking, ready to accommodate your oncoming orgasm, "I can't fucking stop so don't ask me to, okay? P-Please don't ask me to stop," Mingi's words bleed into one another and he feels free. Free to say what he needs to in order to build that well of lust necessary to push him over the edge.

He is so grateful to have found you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum-" that is the only announcement needed before Mingi completely releases inside you. His words have you slipping into your own orgasm, screaming and clawing at the hand around your neck as your hips lift to milk everything out of him.

The air that settles is still profoundly charged and Mingi finds himself unable to leave the confines of your pussy, so he doesn't.

"I want you to show everyone these marks for me tomorrow," He whispers with his cock still inside you, "Can you do that for me?"

Welp!

The teenager I once was would be freaking out over Cyberpunk and honestly? I think that’s Seggs C™️ of Ateez 😌💅✨

Whoo, that “I’m not okay” in The Ring hits different 😅😮‍💨🙃

thinking about this part

DREAM: SONG MINGI X FEM!READER

Pairing: Incubus demon!Mingi ( kinda ) x Fem! Human! Reader.

Genre: fantasy?? demon mingi, smut. minors dni

Synopsis: you like to walk on the side of danger, even if it's in the form of a hot barman dressed in leather pants.

wc; 2,119

Warnings: Okay, so I'm not sure what to label this as. but, HEAVY WARNINGS; We have an allusion to incubus demon Mingi, This is fully consented between the reader and Mingi and I feel like I've stated that quite obviously multiple times throughout, it kind of reads like Mingi is the demon predator and the reader is the human prey, rough sex, unprotected sex, allusion to them being strangers, Sex in a closed bar, sex on a pool table, degradation, praise, a few (?) spanks, BRIEF mirror sex, coming inside, Mingi pushes his come back in, mentions of alcohol, reader drinks a cocktail but it goes unmentioned that it is non-alcoholic, they play a chase game? reader runs and Mingi has to catch her but she asks for the game to happen?, With brief hair pulling, and biting ( once ), Mingi restrains her wrists with his hand for a lil bit. Mingi is BIG, Mingi doesn't prep the reader. if i've missed any please let me know

note: Hi, my lovelies. Ace here. This was originally an anon ask but the anon requested Wolf Mingi and a bunny reader. Unfortunately, I don't write ABO or Hybrid NSFW works so i altered it, I hope you don't mind! PLEASE take note of the warnings. If you do not like to read this sort of thing, scroll by. I don't want to spoil the ending but as i like all my works to fit into the same universe, i had to make it all into a dream the reader had. But thats not to say it can't be a reoccurring dream!

feedback is appreciated! minors dni

Mingi knew you were there. He could catch your scent anywhere, the richest cherries he had ever smelt. You’d been frequenting his bar for a few weeks now, much to his surprise. The demon wondered if you realized the danger you seemed to willingly put yourself in by being here.

You were always alone, Mingi noted. And Mingi was always watching you. You weren’t stupid, you knew what he was… who he was. You knew it was bad news for a measly human to set foot in a bar full of hungry demons considering what you were to them, prey. Though, you felt comforted by the adrenaline, soothed by the power around you.

It was why you kept coming back, again and again. That and the handsome barman who watched you like a hawk. All dark eyes and broad shoulders. He owned the room with his presence alone. The incubus never approached you though, no matter how much you wanted him to. You’d always been the type to walk on the side of danger and the man in the tight leather pants, waistcoat, and cowboy hat screamed it.

You’d often found your curious eyes drawn to the slither of exposed skin on his navel. The first three times you visited, you thought you were crazy to lust after an incubus whose name you didn’t know. It was an exciting feeling.

Throughout the bustling Saturday night, Mingi tried to look for you as much as possible. You were sat on Yunho’s side of the bar, much to his dismay, and it was only in the last half hour to closing that Mingi sent the man home. Many stragglers and patrons already stumbling their way out and into cabs.

Until there was only one left. The pretty human sitting at the end of the bar, watching him with her chin resting on her hand, you. Mingi threw the cleaning cloth into the rag bucket, approaching you slowly.

“You know… It’s dangerous for your kind to be here.” He braced his hands on the wood of the bartop, his words slow and gravelly.

“And yet, I feel the safest I’ve ever been.” You grinned at him, tongue darting out to lick the remains of the fruity cocktail from your lips.

“Your instincts should be telling you to run away from here, Baby.” The warning in his voice didn’t scare you, despite the shiver that danced along your spine and the way his gaze locked onto the movement of your tongue had your body heating right back up.

You leaned forward over the bar, only a few centimeters between you now. “Are you going to chase me if I do?”

Mingi could practically taste your excitement. He tutted mockingly, rounding the bar and moving away from you in favor of closing the window shutters and locking the door. You’d followed his movements, breath hitching in anticipation when the sound of the lock clicking into place filled the tension between you both.

"I'm going to count down from three, Sweetheart." He began, pausing to give you time to protest. "And then you're going to run."

You climbed down from the barstool, heat swirling in your core. "Yes," You breathed. "and then?"

Mingi's head tilted, an almost sinister smile pulling at the edges of his lips. "And then, when I catch you, you'll beg."

A whimper catches in your throat, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Silence fell between the two of you once more, Mingi raising an eyebrow as if offering you an out.

You didn't want an out.

At your eye contact and firm nod of consent, Mingi held up three fingers.

The count began, "Three." He stood still, a heavy stare watching your eyes dart around the tables and unorganized chairs as you calculated your route.

"Two" His smirk widened as his eyes locked to the thundering pulse point in your neck, your chest rising and falling quickly as you took your first few steps around the obstacles.

You neared him, eyes wide in the thrilling fear. You crept near him, anticipating the final number of the countdown. You'd anticipated this moment for weeks, lustful gazes exchanged every spare moment, and now… Now, it was finally here. A thrill-seeking buzz settled in your veins, your eyes never leaving him.

and finally, "Last chance, Sweetheart." He taunted, "One."

Everything paused, not a movement nor sound made as your brain registered what it meant.

"Run." Mingi launched for you as you weaved around the tables, pulling chairs into your path to slow him down.

The obstacles were no match for the big bad wolf. Mingi shoved every single one off to the side, the sounds of the wood scraping along the floor and colliding with other chairs filling your ears. Mingi lets you stay ahead for a few moments, just enough to lull the false sense of victory into your mind.

Two strong hands landed firmly on your waist, pressing your front onto the green felt of the pool table. Mingi reveled in your shriek of surprise. You knew you were caught but that didn't stop you from writhing your body in a feat to make it harder for him.

The leather of his pants rubbed against the backs of your thighs, the skin exposed beyond the hem of your velvet dress. Mingi's big hands gathered your wrists at the small of your back, pinning them there with his left hand.

"Gotcha." He growled out lowly, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Mingi had your front pressed so far onto the pool table that your legs dangle over the edge, tips of your shoes just barely grazing the ground. Mingi's rough, right hand ran the length of your thigh, pushing your dress up and over the curve of your behind as it went.

"I've given you so many chances to back out." Long fingers toyed with the gusset of your panties.

"I don't want to." You turned your head, cheek smushed to the green felt. You could catch the whiff of liquor from many spilled drinks over the years. "Please."

At your words, the fingers of Mingi's left hand tightened around your wrists. His index and middle finger slipped the crotch of your panties to the side, a deep sigh of satisfaction reaching your ears when they ran through your slit.

"You enjoy this." It wasn't a question, Mingi knew, and he didn't leave room for arguments as he tapped those two fingers over your pussy, watching as your arousal spread over your skin and coated his fingers. "You're soaked." He let his middle finger circle where you needed him the most.

“Please,” You whimpered, “I’m not gonna break.” You begged, feebly attempting to push your hips back but with your lack of footing on the ground, you had no chance.

Mingi couldn’t help but laugh, his fingers smearing your arousal onto the back of your thigh. You thought he was going to prolong his teasing. You thought he was going to make you beg more. Your cry of surprise echoed around the empty bar when your panties were harshly yanked down your legs, dangling at your ankles. You could hear him fumble with his belt and zipper with one hand and whilst you ached to turn around and see him, Mingi kept you firmly on the pool table.

The sudden intrusion into your heat had you arching with a cry. Finally. Your eyes closed as you focused on relaxing your body to accommodate him, breathing slowly through your nose. Mingi was thick and girthy. You could feel every vein and throb as he wasted no time pushing into you. He allowed you a moment once he was seated into the base, finally letting go of your wrists. Instead, Mingi pulled your body up to be propped by your forearms, molding you into his desired position.

“Good girl, you can take it, can’t you baby?” His voice was like honey, dripped into your eardrums as he praised you.

His words of encouragement made your pussy flutter around him, though Mingi didn’t give you a chance to answer him before his hips drew back and surged forward again. His hips hitting against your ass had your waist uncomfortably digging into the edge of the table but you couldn’t find it in you to ask him to stop. Not when he set up such a deliciously brutal pace from the get-go, pounding roughly into you to draw almost pornographic moans from your throat.

Mingi was hitting all the right spots, hand pushing at your shoulders to deepen the arch of your back and hips. In the end, it tangled into your hair to pull your eyeline over to the decorative mirror in your view. Usually, the mirror would serve as a cautionary for people to see around the corner, preventing many spilled drinks and bar fights.

“See how pathetic you look?” He snarled, teeth grazing your earlobe. Mingi made eye contact through your reflection. “Fucking a stranger, letting him use you over. And. Over.” His words were punctuated by rough smacks of his thighs meeting your skin, the force moving your body forward each time.

The you in your reflection looked thoroughly fucked. She had smeared mascara, and teary eyes hooded with want. She looked wild, you looked wild. Your attention was stolen away from yourself and onto Mingi. His plush lips were parted, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he released sinful moans of his own. The knot in your core continued to tighten, dragging you closer to your impending orgasm.

The hold on your hair disappeared, your forehead pressing against the hard table again. “So pathetic.” Your cry of agreeance earned you a sharp swat to your left ass cheek, the bite of pain drawing a drawn-out moan from within you. “I’m gonna come!”

Your announcement had Mingi’s torso smothering your back as he hammered harder into you. His thrusts measured and speedy as your walls welcomed him over and over. Your nails scratched at the pool table’s surface to find purchase, the need to brace yourself for your oncoming climax almost overwhelming. Your fingertips hit against the white ball, the sphere knocking another and rolling toward a pocket. The pool table was creaking and groaning as it shook, the vibrations of the movement pocketing the lone ball.

“Then fucking do it,” Mingi’s hips ground on every hit home, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix without fail. The man wedged his between you and the hard surface, fingers finding your clit with ease to set a matching pace.

You were close. You could feel the edge of your orgasm within reach and he kept you there for a few moments. It was only when his teeth bit into your shoulder from behind did it hit you like a freight train, a lengthy scream bouncing off the walls as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. It was like a fire spread through your nerve endings, every muscle in your body tensing with the onslaught of pleasure. Mingi moaned hoarsely, muffled by your shoulder as he followed suit.

The weight of him was gone suddenly. Mingi draws back slowly from you to watch the evidence of him leak from your hole. The next thing you know, those same two fingers from earlier had gathered the escaping substance only to plunge it back inside you.

“We don’t want that escaping, do we baby?” His voice was a mock of praise and comfort as he kept his fingers in place to reach down for the flimsy material of your panties.

They’d stayed hooked at your ankles from where your legs dangled, Mingi now pulling them back up and in place. Only once they were up your thighs did he pull his fingers from you, eliciting a sensitive whimper from yourself who was still sprawled over the green felt. You felt Mingi pat the palm of his hand over your clothed core, his leaking come soaking into the material.

“There we go.” He murmured, tugging your dress back in place. “____,” He sounded muffled to your ears, far away almost as your exhausted body lay spent and satisfied, your eyes closed in bliss.

“Mmh.” You didn’t move.

“____!” He sounded much louder now, right next to your ear.

You jolted, eyes springing open. You groggily blinked them, darting your gaze around the room. Your bedroom. In front of you, your smiley boyfriend crouched at your bedside with his hand gently caressing your shoulder.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Mingi frowned, eyes carefully watching your face.

With the dull ache between your legs and a racing heart, you just nodded.

“Yeah, A dream.”

acescavern© - Please do not copy, repost, or translate my works. Reblogging is allowed.

DREAM: SONG MINGI X FEM!READER

Pairing: Incubus demon!Mingi ( kinda ) x Fem! Human! Reader.

Genre: fantasy?? demon mingi, smut. minors dni

Synopsis: you like to walk on the side of danger, even if it's in the form of a hot barman dressed in leather pants.

wc; 2,119

Warnings: Okay, so I'm not sure what to label this as. but, HEAVY WARNINGS; We have an allusion to incubus demon Mingi, This is fully consented between the reader and Mingi and I feel like I've stated that quite obviously multiple times throughout, it kind of reads like Mingi is the demon predator and the reader is the human prey, rough sex, unprotected sex, allusion to them being strangers, Sex in a closed bar, sex on a pool table, degradation, praise, a few (?) spanks, BRIEF mirror sex, coming inside, Mingi pushes his come back in, mentions of alcohol, reader drinks a cocktail but it goes unmentioned that it is non-alcoholic, they play a chase game? reader runs and Mingi has to catch her but she asks for the game to happen?, With brief hair pulling, and biting ( once ), Mingi restrains her wrists with his hand for a lil bit. Mingi is BIG, Mingi doesn't prep the reader. if i've missed any please let me know

note: Hi, my lovelies. Ace here. This was originally an anon ask but the anon requested Wolf Mingi and a bunny reader. Unfortunately, I don't write ABO or Hybrid NSFW works so i altered it, I hope you don't mind! PLEASE take note of the warnings. If you do not like to read this sort of thing, scroll by. I don't want to spoil the ending but as i like all my works to fit into the same universe, i had to make it all into a dream the reader had. But thats not to say it can't be a reoccurring dream!

feedback is appreciated! minors dni

Mingi knew you were there. He could catch your scent anywhere, the richest cherries he had ever smelt. You’d been frequenting his bar for a few weeks now, much to his surprise. The demon wondered if you realized the danger you seemed to willingly put yourself in by being here.

You were always alone, Mingi noted. And Mingi was always watching you. You weren’t stupid, you knew what he was… who he was. You knew it was bad news for a measly human to set foot in a bar full of hungry demons considering what you were to them, prey. Though, you felt comforted by the adrenaline, soothed by the power around you.

It was why you kept coming back, again and again. That and the handsome barman who watched you like a hawk. All dark eyes and broad shoulders. He owned the room with his presence alone. The incubus never approached you though, no matter how much you wanted him to. You’d always been the type to walk on the side of danger and the man in the tight leather pants, waistcoat, and cowboy hat screamed it.

You’d often found your curious eyes drawn to the slither of exposed skin on his navel. The first three times you visited, you thought you were crazy to lust after an incubus whose name you didn’t know. It was an exciting feeling.

Throughout the bustling Saturday night, Mingi tried to look for you as much as possible. You were sat on Yunho’s side of the bar, much to his dismay, and it was only in the last half hour to closing that Mingi sent the man home. Many stragglers and patrons already stumbling their way out and into cabs.

Until there was only one left. The pretty human sitting at the end of the bar, watching him with her chin resting on her hand, you. Mingi threw the cleaning cloth into the rag bucket, approaching you slowly.

“You know… It’s dangerous for your kind to be here.” He braced his hands on the wood of the bartop, his words slow and gravelly.

“And yet, I feel the safest I’ve ever been.” You grinned at him, tongue darting out to lick the remains of the fruity cocktail from your lips.

“Your instincts should be telling you to run away from here, Baby.” The warning in his voice didn’t scare you, despite the shiver that danced along your spine and the way his gaze locked onto the movement of your tongue had your body heating right back up.

You leaned forward over the bar, only a few centimeters between you now. “Are you going to chase me if I do?”

Mingi could practically taste your excitement. He tutted mockingly, rounding the bar and moving away from you in favor of closing the window shutters and locking the door. You’d followed his movements, breath hitching in anticipation when the sound of the lock clicking into place filled the tension between you both.

"I'm going to count down from three, Sweetheart." He began, pausing to give you time to protest. "And then you're going to run."

You climbed down from the barstool, heat swirling in your core. "Yes," You breathed. "and then?"

Mingi's head tilted, an almost sinister smile pulling at the edges of his lips. "And then, when I catch you, you'll beg."

A whimper catches in your throat, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Silence fell between the two of you once more, Mingi raising an eyebrow as if offering you an out.

You didn't want an out.

At your eye contact and firm nod of consent, Mingi held up three fingers.

The count began, "Three." He stood still, a heavy stare watching your eyes dart around the tables and unorganized chairs as you calculated your route.

"Two" His smirk widened as his eyes locked to the thundering pulse point in your neck, your chest rising and falling quickly as you took your first few steps around the obstacles.

You neared him, eyes wide in the thrilling fear. You crept near him, anticipating the final number of the countdown. You'd anticipated this moment for weeks, lustful gazes exchanged every spare moment, and now… Now, it was finally here. A thrill-seeking buzz settled in your veins, your eyes never leaving him.

and finally, "Last chance, Sweetheart." He taunted, "One."

Everything paused, not a movement nor sound made as your brain registered what it meant.

"Run." Mingi launched for you as you weaved around the tables, pulling chairs into your path to slow him down.

The obstacles were no match for the big bad wolf. Mingi shoved every single one off to the side, the sounds of the wood scraping along the floor and colliding with other chairs filling your ears. Mingi lets you stay ahead for a few moments, just enough to lull the false sense of victory into your mind.

Two strong hands landed firmly on your waist, pressing your front onto the green felt of the pool table. Mingi reveled in your shriek of surprise. You knew you were caught but that didn't stop you from writhing your body in a feat to make it harder for him.

The leather of his pants rubbed against the backs of your thighs, the skin exposed beyond the hem of your velvet dress. Mingi's big hands gathered your wrists at the small of your back, pinning them there with his left hand.

"Gotcha." He growled out lowly, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Mingi had your front pressed so far onto the pool table that your legs dangle over the edge, tips of your shoes just barely grazing the ground. Mingi's rough, right hand ran the length of your thigh, pushing your dress up and over the curve of your behind as it went.

"I've given you so many chances to back out." Long fingers toyed with the gusset of your panties.

"I don't want to." You turned your head, cheek smushed to the green felt. You could catch the whiff of liquor from many spilled drinks over the years. "Please."

At your words, the fingers of Mingi's left hand tightened around your wrists. His index and middle finger slipped the crotch of your panties to the side, a deep sigh of satisfaction reaching your ears when they ran through your slit.

"You enjoy this." It wasn't a question, Mingi knew, and he didn't leave room for arguments as he tapped those two fingers over your pussy, watching as your arousal spread over your skin and coated his fingers. "You're soaked." He let his middle finger circle where you needed him the most.

“Please,” You whimpered, “I’m not gonna break.” You begged, feebly attempting to push your hips back but with your lack of footing on the ground, you had no chance.

Mingi couldn’t help but laugh, his fingers smearing your arousal onto the back of your thigh. You thought he was going to prolong his teasing. You thought he was going to make you beg more. Your cry of surprise echoed around the empty bar when your panties were harshly yanked down your legs, dangling at your ankles. You could hear him fumble with his belt and zipper with one hand and whilst you ached to turn around and see him, Mingi kept you firmly on the pool table.

The sudden intrusion into your heat had you arching with a cry. Finally. Your eyes closed as you focused on relaxing your body to accommodate him, breathing slowly through your nose. Mingi was thick and girthy. You could feel every vein and throb as he wasted no time pushing into you. He allowed you a moment once he was seated into the base, finally letting go of your wrists. Instead, Mingi pulled your body up to be propped by your forearms, molding you into his desired position.

“Good girl, you can take it, can’t you baby?” His voice was like honey, dripped into your eardrums as he praised you.

His words of encouragement made your pussy flutter around him, though Mingi didn’t give you a chance to answer him before his hips drew back and surged forward again. His hips hitting against your ass had your waist uncomfortably digging into the edge of the table but you couldn’t find it in you to ask him to stop. Not when he set up such a deliciously brutal pace from the get-go, pounding roughly into you to draw almost pornographic moans from your throat.

Mingi was hitting all the right spots, hand pushing at your shoulders to deepen the arch of your back and hips. In the end, it tangled into your hair to pull your eyeline over to the decorative mirror in your view. Usually, the mirror would serve as a cautionary for people to see around the corner, preventing many spilled drinks and bar fights.

“See how pathetic you look?” He snarled, teeth grazing your earlobe. Mingi made eye contact through your reflection. “Fucking a stranger, letting him use you over. And. Over.” His words were punctuated by rough smacks of his thighs meeting your skin, the force moving your body forward each time.

The you in your reflection looked thoroughly fucked. She had smeared mascara, and teary eyes hooded with want. She looked wild, you looked wild. Your attention was stolen away from yourself and onto Mingi. His plush lips were parted, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he released sinful moans of his own. The knot in your core continued to tighten, dragging you closer to your impending orgasm.

The hold on your hair disappeared, your forehead pressing against the hard table again. “So pathetic.” Your cry of agreeance earned you a sharp swat to your left ass cheek, the bite of pain drawing a drawn-out moan from within you. “I’m gonna come!”

Your announcement had Mingi’s torso smothering your back as he hammered harder into you. His thrusts measured and speedy as your walls welcomed him over and over. Your nails scratched at the pool table’s surface to find purchase, the need to brace yourself for your oncoming climax almost overwhelming. Your fingertips hit against the white ball, the sphere knocking another and rolling toward a pocket. The pool table was creaking and groaning as it shook, the vibrations of the movement pocketing the lone ball.

“Then fucking do it,” Mingi’s hips ground on every hit home, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix without fail. The man wedged his between you and the hard surface, fingers finding your clit with ease to set a matching pace.

You were close. You could feel the edge of your orgasm within reach and he kept you there for a few moments. It was only when his teeth bit into your shoulder from behind did it hit you like a freight train, a lengthy scream bouncing off the walls as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. It was like a fire spread through your nerve endings, every muscle in your body tensing with the onslaught of pleasure. Mingi moaned hoarsely, muffled by your shoulder as he followed suit.

The weight of him was gone suddenly. Mingi draws back slowly from you to watch the evidence of him leak from your hole. The next thing you know, those same two fingers from earlier had gathered the escaping substance only to plunge it back inside you.

“We don’t want that escaping, do we baby?” His voice was a mock of praise and comfort as he kept his fingers in place to reach down for the flimsy material of your panties.

They’d stayed hooked at your ankles from where your legs dangled, Mingi now pulling them back up and in place. Only once they were up your thighs did he pull his fingers from you, eliciting a sensitive whimper from yourself who was still sprawled over the green felt. You felt Mingi pat the palm of his hand over your clothed core, his leaking come soaking into the material.

“There we go.” He murmured, tugging your dress back in place. “____,” He sounded muffled to your ears, far away almost as your exhausted body lay spent and satisfied, your eyes closed in bliss.

“Mmh.” You didn’t move.

“____!” He sounded much louder now, right next to your ear.

You jolted, eyes springing open. You groggily blinked them, darting your gaze around the room. Your bedroom. In front of you, your smiley boyfriend crouched at your bedside with his hand gently caressing your shoulder.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Mingi frowned, eyes carefully watching your face.

With the dull ache between your legs and a racing heart, you just nodded.

“Yeah, A dream.”

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DREAM: SONG MINGI X FEM!READER

Pairing: Incubus demon!Mingi ( kinda ) x Fem! Human! Reader.

Genre: fantasy?? demon mingi, smut. minors dni

Synopsis: you like to walk on the side of danger, even if it's in the form of a hot barman dressed in leather pants.

wc; 2,119

Warnings: Okay, so I'm not sure what to label this as. but, HEAVY WARNINGS; We have an allusion to incubus demon Mingi, This is fully consented between the reader and Mingi and I feel like I've stated that quite obviously multiple times throughout, it kind of reads like Mingi is the demon predator and the reader is the human prey, rough sex, unprotected sex, allusion to them being strangers, Sex in a closed bar, sex on a pool table, degradation, praise, a few (?) spanks, BRIEF mirror sex, coming inside, Mingi pushes his come back in, mentions of alcohol, reader drinks a cocktail but it goes unmentioned that it is non-alcoholic, they play a chase game? reader runs and Mingi has to catch her but she asks for the game to happen?, With brief hair pulling, and biting ( once ), Mingi restrains her wrists with his hand for a lil bit. Mingi is BIG, Mingi doesn't prep the reader. if i've missed any please let me know

note: Hi, my lovelies. Ace here. This was originally an anon ask but the anon requested Wolf Mingi and a bunny reader. Unfortunately, I don't write ABO or Hybrid NSFW works so i altered it, I hope you don't mind! PLEASE take note of the warnings. If you do not like to read this sort of thing, scroll by. I don't want to spoil the ending but as i like all my works to fit into the same universe, i had to make it all into a dream the reader had. But thats not to say it can't be a reoccurring dream!

feedback is appreciated! minors dni

Mingi knew you were there. He could catch your scent anywhere, the richest cherries he had ever smelt. You’d been frequenting his bar for a few weeks now, much to his surprise. The demon wondered if you realized the danger you seemed to willingly put yourself in by being here.

You were always alone, Mingi noted. And Mingi was always watching you. You weren’t stupid, you knew what he was… who he was. You knew it was bad news for a measly human to set foot in a bar full of hungry demons considering what you were to them, prey. Though, you felt comforted by the adrenaline, soothed by the power around you.

It was why you kept coming back, again and again. That and the handsome barman who watched you like a hawk. All dark eyes and broad shoulders. He owned the room with his presence alone. The incubus never approached you though, no matter how much you wanted him to. You’d always been the type to walk on the side of danger and the man in the tight leather pants, waistcoat, and cowboy hat screamed it.

You’d often found your curious eyes drawn to the slither of exposed skin on his navel. The first three times you visited, you thought you were crazy to lust after an incubus whose name you didn’t know. It was an exciting feeling.

Throughout the bustling Saturday night, Mingi tried to look for you as much as possible. You were sat on Yunho’s side of the bar, much to his dismay, and it was only in the last half hour to closing that Mingi sent the man home. Many stragglers and patrons already stumbling their way out and into cabs.

Until there was only one left. The pretty human sitting at the end of the bar, watching him with her chin resting on her hand, you. Mingi threw the cleaning cloth into the rag bucket, approaching you slowly.

“You know… It’s dangerous for your kind to be here.” He braced his hands on the wood of the bartop, his words slow and gravelly.

“And yet, I feel the safest I’ve ever been.” You grinned at him, tongue darting out to lick the remains of the fruity cocktail from your lips.

“Your instincts should be telling you to run away from here, Baby.” The warning in his voice didn’t scare you, despite the shiver that danced along your spine and the way his gaze locked onto the movement of your tongue had your body heating right back up.

You leaned forward over the bar, only a few centimeters between you now. “Are you going to chase me if I do?”

Mingi could practically taste your excitement. He tutted mockingly, rounding the bar and moving away from you in favor of closing the window shutters and locking the door. You’d followed his movements, breath hitching in anticipation when the sound of the lock clicking into place filled the tension between you both.

"I'm going to count down from three, Sweetheart." He began, pausing to give you time to protest. "And then you're going to run."

You climbed down from the barstool, heat swirling in your core. "Yes," You breathed. "and then?"

Mingi's head tilted, an almost sinister smile pulling at the edges of his lips. "And then, when I catch you, you'll beg."

A whimper catches in your throat, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Silence fell between the two of you once more, Mingi raising an eyebrow as if offering you an out.

You didn't want an out.

At your eye contact and firm nod of consent, Mingi held up three fingers.

The count began, "Three." He stood still, a heavy stare watching your eyes dart around the tables and unorganized chairs as you calculated your route.

"Two" His smirk widened as his eyes locked to the thundering pulse point in your neck, your chest rising and falling quickly as you took your first few steps around the obstacles.

You neared him, eyes wide in the thrilling fear. You crept near him, anticipating the final number of the countdown. You'd anticipated this moment for weeks, lustful gazes exchanged every spare moment, and now… Now, it was finally here. A thrill-seeking buzz settled in your veins, your eyes never leaving him.

and finally, "Last chance, Sweetheart." He taunted, "One."

Everything paused, not a movement nor sound made as your brain registered what it meant.

"Run." Mingi launched for you as you weaved around the tables, pulling chairs into your path to slow him down.

The obstacles were no match for the big bad wolf. Mingi shoved every single one off to the side, the sounds of the wood scraping along the floor and colliding with other chairs filling your ears. Mingi lets you stay ahead for a few moments, just enough to lull the false sense of victory into your mind.

Two strong hands landed firmly on your waist, pressing your front onto the green felt of the pool table. Mingi reveled in your shriek of surprise. You knew you were caught but that didn't stop you from writhing your body in a feat to make it harder for him.

The leather of his pants rubbed against the backs of your thighs, the skin exposed beyond the hem of your velvet dress. Mingi's big hands gathered your wrists at the small of your back, pinning them there with his left hand.

"Gotcha." He growled out lowly, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Mingi had your front pressed so far onto the pool table that your legs dangle over the edge, tips of your shoes just barely grazing the ground. Mingi's rough, right hand ran the length of your thigh, pushing your dress up and over the curve of your behind as it went.

"I've given you so many chances to back out." Long fingers toyed with the gusset of your panties.

"I don't want to." You turned your head, cheek smushed to the green felt. You could catch the whiff of liquor from many spilled drinks over the years. "Please."

At your words, the fingers of Mingi's left hand tightened around your wrists. His index and middle finger slipped the crotch of your panties to the side, a deep sigh of satisfaction reaching your ears when they ran through your slit.

"You enjoy this." It wasn't a question, Mingi knew, and he didn't leave room for arguments as he tapped those two fingers over your pussy, watching as your arousal spread over your skin and coated his fingers. "You're soaked." He let his middle finger circle where you needed him the most.

“Please,” You whimpered, “I’m not gonna break.” You begged, feebly attempting to push your hips back but with your lack of footing on the ground, you had no chance.

Mingi couldn’t help but laugh, his fingers smearing your arousal onto the back of your thigh. You thought he was going to prolong his teasing. You thought he was going to make you beg more. Your cry of surprise echoed around the empty bar when your panties were harshly yanked down your legs, dangling at your ankles. You could hear him fumble with his belt and zipper with one hand and whilst you ached to turn around and see him, Mingi kept you firmly on the pool table.

The sudden intrusion into your heat had you arching with a cry. Finally. Your eyes closed as you focused on relaxing your body to accommodate him, breathing slowly through your nose. Mingi was thick and girthy. You could feel every vein and throb as he wasted no time pushing into you. He allowed you a moment once he was seated into the base, finally letting go of your wrists. Instead, Mingi pulled your body up to be propped by your forearms, molding you into his desired position.

“Good girl, you can take it, can’t you baby?” His voice was like honey, dripped into your eardrums as he praised you.

His words of encouragement made your pussy flutter around him, though Mingi didn’t give you a chance to answer him before his hips drew back and surged forward again. His hips hitting against your ass had your waist uncomfortably digging into the edge of the table but you couldn’t find it in you to ask him to stop. Not when he set up such a deliciously brutal pace from the get-go, pounding roughly into you to draw almost pornographic moans from your throat.

Mingi was hitting all the right spots, hand pushing at your shoulders to deepen the arch of your back and hips. In the end, it tangled into your hair to pull your eyeline over to the decorative mirror in your view. Usually, the mirror would serve as a cautionary for people to see around the corner, preventing many spilled drinks and bar fights.

“See how pathetic you look?” He snarled, teeth grazing your earlobe. Mingi made eye contact through your reflection. “Fucking a stranger, letting him use you over. And. Over.” His words were punctuated by rough smacks of his thighs meeting your skin, the force moving your body forward each time.

The you in your reflection looked thoroughly fucked. She had smeared mascara, and teary eyes hooded with want. She looked wild, you looked wild. Your attention was stolen away from yourself and onto Mingi. His plush lips were parted, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he released sinful moans of his own. The knot in your core continued to tighten, dragging you closer to your impending orgasm.

The hold on your hair disappeared, your forehead pressing against the hard table again. “So pathetic.” Your cry of agreeance earned you a sharp swat to your left ass cheek, the bite of pain drawing a drawn-out moan from within you. “I’m gonna come!”

Your announcement had Mingi’s torso smothering your back as he hammered harder into you. His thrusts measured and speedy as your walls welcomed him over and over. Your nails scratched at the pool table’s surface to find purchase, the need to brace yourself for your oncoming climax almost overwhelming. Your fingertips hit against the white ball, the sphere knocking another and rolling toward a pocket. The pool table was creaking and groaning as it shook, the vibrations of the movement pocketing the lone ball.

“Then fucking do it,” Mingi’s hips ground on every hit home, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix without fail. The man wedged his between you and the hard surface, fingers finding your clit with ease to set a matching pace.

You were close. You could feel the edge of your orgasm within reach and he kept you there for a few moments. It was only when his teeth bit into your shoulder from behind did it hit you like a freight train, a lengthy scream bouncing off the walls as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. It was like a fire spread through your nerve endings, every muscle in your body tensing with the onslaught of pleasure. Mingi moaned hoarsely, muffled by your shoulder as he followed suit.

The weight of him was gone suddenly. Mingi draws back slowly from you to watch the evidence of him leak from your hole. The next thing you know, those same two fingers from earlier had gathered the escaping substance only to plunge it back inside you.

“We don’t want that escaping, do we baby?” His voice was a mock of praise and comfort as he kept his fingers in place to reach down for the flimsy material of your panties.

They’d stayed hooked at your ankles from where your legs dangled, Mingi now pulling them back up and in place. Only once they were up your thighs did he pull his fingers from you, eliciting a sensitive whimper from yourself who was still sprawled over the green felt. You felt Mingi pat the palm of his hand over your clothed core, his leaking come soaking into the material.

“There we go.” He murmured, tugging your dress back in place. “____,” He sounded muffled to your ears, far away almost as your exhausted body lay spent and satisfied, your eyes closed in bliss.

“Mmh.” You didn’t move.

“____!” He sounded much louder now, right next to your ear.

You jolted, eyes springing open. You groggily blinked them, darting your gaze around the room. Your bedroom. In front of you, your smiley boyfriend crouched at your bedside with his hand gently caressing your shoulder.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Mingi frowned, eyes carefully watching your face.

With the dull ache between your legs and a racing heart, you just nodded.

“Yeah, A dream.”

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Lay Your Hands On Me x Mingi x Reader x Yunho

When you’re left alone over easter break, your two hot neighbors convince you to join them for their lake house getaway. Only, you didn’t realize the topic of conversation would be surrounding your dry sex life on the very first night. After a tense encounter at 3am, you decide to try and see how long it will be until they break.

Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader x Mingi.

Genre: Smut. basically pwp ish. i'm not entirely sure if there even is a plot to this anymore. not proof read

wc: 6.5k woops?

Warnings: NO member shipping, threesome, poorly written smut, best friends yungi, yungi are your neighbors, reader gets left out by her friends, mingi and yunho are horndogs, big dick!Yunho, Rough mingi, i feel like Mingi was kinda soft Dom, there's a thigh spank or two, unprotected (wrap it up!), cream pie, talks about readers sex life, overstimulation, multiple orgasms ( f receiving ), pussy eating, slight stomach bulge, the reader is a tease. Mingi calls reader Dollface, and Yunho calls her Angel.

note: Hey! I haven't written a full-fledged fic in a while. I feel like I've repeated so many words in this. I hope you still enjoy it, though! these two men have been WRECKING me. Did anyone catch the coachella live stream? I literally died

ps. I wrote this whilst listening to if u think I'm pretty by artemas

Any feedback is greatly appreciated! What was your favorite part?

I do not permit for my work to be copied, published on other websites and blogs or translated.

Your shoulders slumped once your roommate’s car finally left your peripheral vision. All of your friends had found something to do, somewhere to go and have fun, over the Easter break. It left you sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the sounds of the heating and water pipes creaking or even your upstairs neighbour's loud exhilarating activities.

You were excited at first, the prospect of having the place to yourself.. but the fear of missing out finally set deep into your bones when your friends had decided to meet up with each other during their trips whilst you sat at home alone with nothing but the walls to talk to.

With a dejected sigh, you pulled your thin cardigan further around you and turned to head back inside. You knew you probably looked miserable to any passerby, but you couldn't find it in you to care.

You startled when a pair of firm hands settled on your shoulders, halting your mopey shuffling down the hallway. “____?”

Your eyes rose from the floor, settling on the worried features of your neighbor. The corners of your lips twitched into a sorry excuse of a smile, hand lifting to wave at him. You didn't trust your voice. You always made a fool out of yourself around Yunho and his roommate.

“What are you still doing here? I just saw your friends leave from the window, shouldn't you be with them?” His brows were creased, his expression drawn in confusion.

Yunho’s fingers were absentmindedly pressing your shoulders as he bent his head to read your face. You knew the sting of your eyes meant tears, but you blinked them away and shook your head.

“I'm.. “ You swallowed thickly. “I'm by myself this break.” Your chest hurts just admitting it. “I wasn't invited.”

You weren't sure that Yunho's expression could even be sour, being the sweet and polite man he is, but it did. A flash of irritation crossed his brown eyes. Your heart leapt into your mouth when his hands moved from your shoulders to cup your face, your own wide eyes staring back at him. “and you're gonna be okay?”

You knew Yunho meant nothing by it, but his touch was warm and safe. You fought the flutter of your eyelids, willing yourself not to lean into his touch. Your head bobbed in a slightly restricted nod, Yunho pulling his hands away.

“I guess. I'll just… clean, I guess.. laundry...” You weren't hiding how low you felt over the whole situation. Your voice held no enthusiasm, no life.

Yunho pursed his lips in thought, giving a quiet nod and letting you be on your way. He watched with a frown, your shoulders slumped and head hung low. Your eyes had lost the spark today that Yunho found one of his favourite things about you.

Instead of making his way down to the car to check if they had everything, Yunho went back into the apartment he shared with Mingi. The younger male looked up at him in confusion from the couch.

“What did you forget? Yunho, I swear if you just walked to the car and back again I–” Mingi was swiftly cut off by Yunho perching on the coffee table in front of him.

“What if ____ joined us at the lake house?”

It’d been half an hour since you were left to your own devices. Half an hour of mindlessly flicking through the TV channels with disinterest. You were almost grateful for the continuous knocking on your door… until you weren't, and it wasn't seeming to go away.

Opening the door only a slither, you came face to face with your other neighbor. Mingi. His dark hair is messy and damp as if he'd just showered. Judging by the enticing scent of spiced apples coming from him, he had. “Yes?” You raised an eyebrow at him, his expression locked in a grin.

“Pack a bag. Bring a swimsuit.” He said simply, causing you to stand solid in front of him for at least a good thirty seconds as he looked at you expectantly.

“Mingi wha–” Mingi cut you off, his hand cupping your shoulders to turn your body back into your apartment.

“Yunho wants to get there before midnight. Hurry up.”

That was exactly how you found yourself sitting in front of a warm fire a little before midnight with a marshmallow on a stick, your neighbors both sipping beers as they too toasted their treats.

“I did not look that miserable!”

“You did! You looked like someone kicked your puppy!” Yunho laughed, recalling your wounded look in the hallway just a mere three hours ago.

Mingi reached over, his ringed hand patting your knee. “You're cute when you sulk, ____.” His hand retracted all too soon, fingers curling back around the beer bottle to lift it to his lips again.

You'd long finished your beer. You all were only having one tonight anyway. You'd discovered after you had gotten here that the duo planned on staying a week at least.

After your complaints and confusion were worn off, you were grateful. Anything was better than listening to your thoughts for two weeks whilst you had the apartment to yourself. You were also glad that none of the perishable food you had stocked would go to waste. It would save the three of you having to live off gas station sandwiches before you could get groceries for the week.

You had never realized how relaxed the two best friends were away from the university. Around the campus, Mingi's expression was always pulled into a stressful pout. The crease between his brows was always begging for your thumb to just gently smooth it out. Yunho's shoulders were permanently tense. In fact, his whole body was. There were many times you felt like you'd run into a literal brick wall, but it had just been Yunho in the halls.

To see them both lounged back in the plastic outdoor chairs, beers in hand, and smiles on their faces was nice to see. Your soft spot for the two handsome best friends only grew tenfold.

“So,” Mingi set his beer bottle down, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Why were you alone?” he peered at you in curiosity.

“Didn't we go through this?” Your head tilted to the side, eyes moving to the side to send a puzzled look into Yunho's way.

Mingi shakes his head, pausing a moment. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he thought about how to voice his curiosity.

Mingi cleared his throat. “No, I mean…You had the whole apartment to yourself..” He trailed off.

He sighed, seeing your brows crinkled further in confusion. “Okay?...”

“He's asking why you didn't have anyone over.” Yunho cut in, his tone slightly exasperated with Mingi's cryptic questions.

“Oh.” The statement had your shoulders straightening in surprise, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. “Uhm.. I don't have anyone.” Your gaze tore away from his own, glueing to the marshmallow you’d plucked from the bag next to you.

You busied yourself with stabbing it with the stick as a prolonged silence carried across the warm fire. It wasn’t that you detested the idea of having company. It was more a case of…well. Most men gave you the biggest ick. Nearly all men you’d ever come across had given you the ick, and it only took you until now to realize that Yunho and Mingi had never given you that feeling.

You would be blind to miss how handsome they both are and the fact that both of them were genuinely nice guys. That just made the icing on the cake. The cake that you wanted, you’d wanted for a long while. You hadn’t made it obvious. You’d never made a move on either of them. Why would you? You knew who good guys like them go for. They go for bad girls they think they can fix. They didn’t go for girls like you. Little did you know, you couldn’t be more wrong.

When you did look up, both Yunho and Mingi’s concentration was fixed on you. Mingi’s left eyebrow raised as if to challenge your answer. “What?” Your tone grew slightly defensive.

“____, The walls between our apartments are very thin.” Yunho trailed off, looking sideways at his best friend when your clueless expression grew.

“So…?”

“So, we hear things. Everything. Specifically, I hear things... Through my bedroom wall on the other side of yours.” Mingi continued on, relief flooding him when your face broke out into a laugh, a cute red hueing your complexion.

“That isn’t my room, Mingi.” You covered your mouth to try and keep your humorous spurt of laughter at bay. “My room is on the other side of Yunho’s.” You took a bite of marshmallow.

“Wait…” Yunho murmured, his expression thoughtful. “So, you’re the culprit of the fake moaning after your roommate's birthday party last month?” His revelation had you choking on the sweet treat, Mingi had the courtesy to thump on your back to dislodge it.

“Oh my- Yunho!” You spluttered, hiding your face behind your palms. “The one time I tried to get with someone and you were listening?!” a heavy groan of shame left your lips, your body sulking back into the camping chair you were sitting in. “That’s so unfair!”

As much of a gentleman Yunho was, he found the whole situation hilarious. “A really rare occurrence.” He grinned, reaching into the cooler for another beer. “Seriously though, I felt bad for you.” You knew what Yunho meant.

Yunho was referring to how fake your noises were, how the guy didn't even pick up on it. Not that Mulgyeol from the campus soccer team would have time to notice. The guy was out in 5 strokes. You also knew for a fact that Yunho was probably referring to the sad little fact of you having to finish yourself after he left. You weren’t proud of that but you have needs and whilst the vast population of men give you the undeniable cringe factor, every six months or so you would attempt to divulge your urges - just to see if it would be different that time. News flash, it wasn’t.

“H-How did we get onto the subject of my dry sex life?” You nervously chuckle, looking back and forth between the two men with vibrant cheeks.

A chuckle rumbled in Yunho’s throat, dying off to a comfortable silence. The conversation topic would have felt very intrusive had it been with anyone else, but somehow, the two still hadn't weirded you out. You were still sitting comfortably content in your camping chair around the fire with them.

Mingi fidgeted in his seat, fingers threading through his platinum blonde hair… he hadn't said much else for the next 15 minutes. the three of you sitting in comfortable silence.

“I’m off to bed, guys.” You mumbled tiredly as you stood. You began to fold up your chair to take inside, but Yunho waved you off, claiming he would take it when they went to bed.

You weren't far from them, certainly not out of earshot when Mingi spoke again.

“We'd never do that.” it didn't take a genius to know what he meant, and the mere thought of his words made your skin alight. “Goodnight, ____.”

Mingi's parting words at the campfire the previous night had lit a fire within you. Your skin prickled with the curiosity of what else he could have meant. Your dreams hadn’t been favourable to you either, your body jolting you awake with the lingerings of a breathy plea hushing into the silence. Your skin was littered with goosebumps, and your mouth felt dry.

One thing about being in this lakehouse is the chill of a night, but you didn’t plan on being out of bed long. Especially in your pyjamas that were only white shorts and a blush pink camisole with white lace trim to match. A shiver shuddered through you as your feet hit the cold wooden floorboards. You didn’t bother with a cover-up. It was 3 AM. Who would be up at this hour anyway?

Mingi was. Nearly choking on air as he rounded the open doorway to the kitchen to find you reaching up on your tiptoes for a glass from the top shelf. You had one knee resting on the grey marble of the counter for leverage but it only had Mingi’s eyes zeroing in on the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen, your cheeks almost shyly peeking out the hem.

He sucked in a breath, brain finally kicking into gear when he saw your balance wobble and your fingertips only pushed the glass further away on the shelf. He heard you grumbling to yourself, cursing whoever decided to put the glasses on the top shelf. Your rambling had an endeared smile whispering the corners of his mouth, his head shaking slightly as he approached.

Mingi knew he was testing the waters here but as he closed in on you, his left hand splaying its fingers on your hip to steady you, his chest to your back, the right arm reached past your own to grab a glass. He felt the jolt of surprise your body made against his own.

Mingi cleared his throat. “You didn’t look like you were winning.” His voice was thick and gravelly from sleep, fingers tightening their hold on you as you moved back instinctively.

The glass made a muted sound as he set it on the counter, Mingi’s brown eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the view of your neck arched back to angle your head toward him, staring at him with surprised doe-like eyes.

You seemed to be rendered speechless, a blush on your cheeks that almost matched your top. The male was having heart palpitations when he finally got the front view of you, the teasing view of your navel between the hem of your camisole and the waistband of those pesky shorts he just wanted to remove drove him crazy.

Needing a distraction from the way your nipples perked beneath the material stretched over your breasts, his touch on you ceased. His fingertips tingled from the buzzing feeling of grazing your bare skin. Clearing his throat, he swiftly picked up the glass to fill it.

You felt like your soul was trembling, calling out for him to touch you once more. You felt wound tight, words catching in your throat. “U-Uhm, no.” Your attempt to recover had your voice sounding slightly strained. “Who’s bright idea was it to put cups on the top shelf?” You laughed it off quietly.

“That’d be me.” He hummed, “Yunho’s grandmother left us this place in her will, we renovated it a little.” Mingi leaned back against the counter, his black sleep shirt pulling taught across his torso. “We’ve known each other since we were kids, our families are close.”

You nodded quietly, acknowledging him. Mingi lifted the glass of water to his lips, your eyes locking on how his throat moved when he swallowed the cool liquid. Your gaze trailed up to his face, heated gazes locking as he pulled the glass away. Your breathing elevated, Mingi was looking at you as if he wanted to eat you… The corners of his mouth tilted up as he held out the half-full glass of water to you.

You couldn’t look away. The intensity behind his eyes locked you in place, your fingers brushing his own as they curled around the cool glass. Mingi couldn’t look away, couldn’t stave off the stirring in his shorts as he watched you turn the glass and drink.. His mouth prints are being covered by your own.

Mingi’s brain couldn't help it. To him, you’d just indirectly kissed him. He could see the range of emotions in your eyes. The eye contact finally broke when Mingi caught sight of a droplet of water cascading its way past the rim of the glass and making a path down your jaw and neck… he watched it disappear under the almost sheer camisole.

“Fuck, ____… You don’t make it easy.” He groaned throatily, prompting you to set the now-empty glass on the counter once more.

“What do you mean?” Your head tilted, eyebrows drawing in confusion.

An amused chuckle sounded between you, Mingi shaking his head in slight disbelief. “You seriously don't know how much we want you, do you?” He moved away from the counter, towering above you. Your chin was tilted up toward him by his index and middle finger, Mingi’s hot breath dusting your face. “You’ve got to know how fucking crazy you make us.”

“U-Us?” You echoed in confusion. You sounded breathy and distracted.

“Mhm. He’s right.” You jumped at the sound of the new voice. Yunho.

Mingi’s fingers curled around your jaw, tilting your head to Yunho’s tall figure casually leaning against the doorway. “Look at Yunho when he’s talking to you, Dollface, hm?” Mingi’s lips sounded against your ear, teeth grazing against the shell.

Yunho made it no secret that he was checking you out. Not when his bottom lip pulled into his teeth when his dark eyes roamed your figure. “We could give you everything you need and more, Angel.” His tone is soft, and you nearly find it harder to focus when Mingi’s face is pressed to your own, his hands sliding around your waist after finding no resistance.

“If you let us.” Mingi finished for him, ghosting his lips against the corner of your jaw. “But you ought to think about it…decide what you want.” His words left you confused, your eyebrows furrowing when they cut through the haze.

“Why?” You looked to Yunho, the male grinning at the desperation in your eyes.

He tutted, shuffling closer. Yunho’s long fingers slid into your hair, palm cupping your cheek. He almost cooed fondly at how you arched into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut. “Because this wouldn’t be just a one-time thing,” he murmured. “If we have you, we aren’t letting you go. You’re ours.”

Your breathing stilled, mind dizzying. A sound escaped your throat, both Mingi and Yunho’s touch seizing from your body. “Think about it, We won’t make a move until you do.”

And with that, both men left the kitchen with sick grins, leaving you standing there breathless and wanting.

You hadn’t slept for the rest of the night. How could you? With a proposition like that, your mind only raced. You’d come to the same conclusion. Nothing they said last night had scared you away. You still very much wanted them both, and actually, you liked the idea of being ruined for anyone else. Being theirs… well.. You guessed your thoughts of good guys only wanting bad girls were wrong.

You were already showered and dressed for the day by the time Yunho emerged from his room. Mingi was still sleeping, his door firmly shut opposite the room you were staying in.

You sat at the round four-seater table at the far end of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in one hand as you scrolled on your phone. Yunho liked the blue colour of the blouse you wore, your cotton shorts complimenting it nicely.

He fixed his cup, sitting silently across from you. Yunho wondered if he and Mingi crossed a line with you yesterday. He’d worried about it all night after the kitchen encounter. All worries were soon washed away when he caught your eyes shyly glancing up at him.

“Was last night okay?” He blurted, almost wincing at how rushed he sounded.

You seemed to pause, taking a long sip of your coffee before you answered him. Almost as if you were making him wait. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” You voiced, prompting his shoulders to relax.

The both of you sat in a comfortable silence until you’d finished your drink. “It’s so sunny out, I’m gonna catch some sun.” You washed your coffee mug up, then turned to Yunho just before you left the room. “Wanna join?”

Yunho nodded, claiming he would meet you out on the deck. What he didn't expect was to find you in a pastel peach string bikini, the front of your body shiny and glistening with tanning oil. He can see where you had missed spreading the liquid on your back.

He inwardly groaned. Surely, you were doing this to him on purpose at this point. Yunho readjusted the sunglasses on his face, setting his phone and book down on the small table between the two sun loungers. He leaned back in his lounger, picking up his book to flick through.

From the corner of his eye, he watched you lie your lounger flat, adjusting the head cushion to lie on your front. The sun bounced off your skin beautifully, and Yunho was about to compliment as such but stopped short when your hands reached behind you to untie your bikini top.

“You don’t mind, do you? I hate tan lines.” He couldn’t see the mischief behind your eyes with your sunglasses in place, but he for sure caught the twitch of your mouth. “Did I miss any of my back?” Your question was loaded with faux innocence.

Yunho slowly folded his book back, slipping in his bookmark in the process. He set it down, wordlessly grabbing the tanning oil and standing from his lounger. Yunho perched himself on the edge of yours. “You missed a bit. Can I?”

You hummed your consent, propping your head on your forearms. “Mhm, please.”

Your stomach fluttered at the feeling of Yunho’s big hands on your bare back. The tingles returned, just like from Mingi’s touch in the kitchen. His hands slowly rubbed the oil into your skin, fingertips adding pressure at your shoulder blades.

“You’re tense.” He mumbled, thumbs working at the knots of muscle easing the ache away only to make the ache in your core yearn for him further. His hands firmly pushed up from the bottom of your back, thumbs caressing your spine and his fingertips brushing the sides of your breasts.

The sounds he pulled from you had Yunho smirking to himself. An almost pained moan had his fingers pausing. “There.” You sounded so breathy... Yunho wondered if you’d sound like that if he found your sweet spot too…

“God..” You groaned, “You got magic hands or something?” You mumbled against your arm.

Yunho laughed softly, dragging his hands down toward the base of your spine. He thought for a moment, eventually speaking up. “You don't like tan lines, right?” He waited for your hum of affirmation. “Then what about these?” His fingers tugged at the waist of your bikini bottoms.

Your eyes sprang open, neck twisting to look back at him. Whatever he had expected you to say or do was not indeed what you said and did for certain… Yunho watched on in stunned fascination as you swiftly untied the strings on both sides of your bikini bottoms. “You’ve got a point. Mind helping me out again?”

Yunho had never agreed to something so fast, pulling your bikini bottoms back from behind. He swore under his breath, mouth parted as he watched the drizzles of the tanning oil hit your skin from the bottle in his hand. His hands moulded to your body again, smearing the shimmery tanning oil over the globes of your ass. He was entranced, locked on the way they rippled under his touch. Yunho allowed his fingers to testingly dip close between your legs, rewarded with a soft moan of his name. Your breathing was getting shallow, your body responding to his touch like a magnet. His fingers brushed so close, one arch of your hips and-

Yunho withdrew his hands, once again leaving you to sit on his lounger once again. You were a mess, body trembling as you attempted to recover. “There. All done.” The amusement behind his voice was clear to you.

Fuck.

After Mingi had woken up, he’d ventured out to the deck to join you. His chest was exposed, a pair of black swimming trunks sitting low on his hips. He sat in the lounger you previously occupied. “Where is she?” He asked Yunho, arms stretched above his head in a yawn.

Yunho nodded toward the lake where you were, sitting on the small jetty with your legs dangling in the water. As if you’d sensed him, you looked up from the ripples of the lake water and caught Mingi’s gaze. He grinned fondly at the beaming smile on your face as you lifted your arm to wave. “Cute.” He murmured to his friend.

Yunho nodded in agreement. “The sun suits her.” He looked up from his book. “Makes her eyes shine.”

Mingi tilted his head, smile broadening as you slid off the jetty and into the water. “She caught a tan today?” He didn’t look away from you once as you swam over, climbing up the ladder to the dock and brushing your wet hair away from your face.

“Yep...oiled up and everything.” Yunho thought back to how you’d just let his hands trail your body like that. Once again, he shut his book as you approached.

“Mings! Sleep well?” You asked, grabbing one of the towels you’d brought out with you that morning. You took no notice of the trance he was stuck in, too focused on the water droplets dripping down your body just like last night.

Well... a little like last night, he could see more of your body. Peach suited you. Yunho nudged Mingi with his foot, snapping him from his staring. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, slept great.” He sat back in the lounger. “Always do out here.”

After drying as much of your body as you could, you disappeared inside. It wasn’t long before you reappeared, a cherry popsicle in your hand. Mingi’s arm encircled around your waist when he noticed you were about to sit on the floor. Instead, he let you sit between his legs on the lounger.

“Better than the floor,” you joked. You lifted the end of the popsicle to your mouth with your left hand, and your right beginning to mindlessly scroll through your phone.

Your body relaxed against Mingi’s chest as his fingers mindlessly played in your hair. “Is the water warm?” He asked, raising an eyebrow of amusement as you moved the popsicle away from yourself with a grimace. The iced treat had melted, the sticky substance making a mess of your hand and chin. You didn’t even want it anymore. The Cherry taste was more sour than expected.

“A little chilly to begin with,” You answered, slotting the half-eaten treat back into the wrapper, Yunho taking it from your sticky fingers to put it in the bag they were using as a bin for their snack wrappers.

Mingi didn’t say anything more. Instead, he grasped your wrist in his hold and brought your hand to his mouth. With a startled gasp, you tilted your head to watch as he lapped up the remnants of the melted liquid from your skin. Once he was satisfied, he let your arm go to shift his attention to your neck and collarbones. His mouth was warm and soft, wet tongue lapping at the mess on your skin. Your arms raised behind you to curl your fingers into his hair, sighing out in contentment.

Mingi moaned against your skin. He was addicted now he finally had his lips on you. Just like he knew he would be. Mingi’s teeth nipped gently at the juncture of your neck, his tongue swirling over the skin to soothe it. You didn’t have it in you to scold him for marking you up… not when your mind was a dizzy spell of fire.

Your dazed, addled mind didn't even see Yunho move from his lounger. You hadn’t a clue until his strong hands grasped your ankles, fingertips ghosting their touch up your legs to part your thighs. “So pretty.” His honeyed voice reached your ears through the haze. “But, sweet as she looks…” He began, his tone sharpening. “I made a discovery earlier, Mingi.”

The younger hummed against your skin, mouth still worshipping your skin. “Mh? What’s that?” His words muffled with his wet kisses across the tops of your breasts above your bikini.

“Our Angel, here.” Yunho toyed with the strings of your bikini bottoms. “Already knew what she wanted the moment she came on this trip with us, didn’t you?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t think of a coherent thought right now… a sharp swat of Mingi’s hand across the top of your thigh drew out a whimpered gasp. “Yunho asked you a question, Dollface.”

“Yes! Yes, I knew.” You cried out, Mingi’s teeth biting at your skin once more.

“Thought so.” Yunho mused. “That stunt you pulled earlier really didn’t work in your favour, did it?” You hadn’t ever heard his mocking tone before, but you weren't about to complain… It sent shocks through your core.

“No, It didn’t.” You admitted. You were hoping to wind him up, determined to see how far he would go before he snapped… but instead, he’d left you practically naked and wanting on the lounger next to his.

Yunho tutted, shaking his head. He tugged the ties of your bikini free, letting the strings hand down. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He spoke raucously, shuffling down to lie at the foot of the lounger on his stomach.

Yunho's soft lips made contact with the inside of your knee, traipsing kisses up until he met the crease of your leg. He wasn't worried about anyone seeing you. The lake house was in the middle of a wooded area, two miles from the road or any neighbouring cabins.

Mingi held you still as your body began to writhe, the product of Yunho's lips blowing cool air over your throbbing centre. “Stay still, Pretty girl.” Mingi said gruffly, mouthing at your breast over your bikini.

His mouth worked at the bud of your left boob, lips suctioning around the nipple. Your whines fell on deaf ears, Mingi just wanted to kiss every inch of you. He struggled with the knot at the centre of your back that kept you partly clothed. Frustrated grunts, making him lift his mouth off of you to attempt to untie it. He settled with wrapping part of the string around each fist and tugging, effectively snapping the material.

Your head was too fuzzy to care, especially when you felt the flat of Yunho’s tongue lick straight up the middle of your core. “Yunho!” One of your hands flew down, from being draped around Mingi’s neck behind you, to clutch Yunho's hair. His mouth was relentless, muscular hands holding your thighs over his shoulders. You never knew a man could moan like that from eating pussy but here he was, his noises creating vibrations against you.

You didn't quite know where to pay attention to, Mingi’s mouth and fingers abusing your nipples or Yunho's onslaught of licks and sucks on your clit.

You slumped against Mingi again when Yunho prodded two fingers at your entrance, your hips cantering in acceptance. “You're so wet, Angel. Bet I could just easily…” Yunho trailed off as his middle and index finger finally pushed in. They dug deep within your walls, a long moan echoing around the deck. “Knew it.” He curled his digits, the pads of his fingertips tapping against the spongey wall he was looking for.

It elicited a sharp cry from you, Yunho mumbling a small ‘found it.’ before his mouth latched onto your clit again, tongue flicking in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers hitting your sweet spot.

By now, your sounds of ecstasy were no secret, pleas of their names desperately calling out as you writhed in their grasp. “Please!” You begged, Mingi lifting his head to watch your expression.

Mingi made a sound of disappointment as he was met with the sight of your head thrown back and your eyes closed. “Watch him, ____.” it wasn't a request. His tone held no room for debate, and so you peeled your glazed eyes open, tilting your head down to watch as Yunho devoured you.

You felt your orgasm building the faster Yunho's fingers abused your g-spot. Your moans rising in pitch. You didn't even give him a warning when your lower abdomen tensed, toes curling as the sound you let out was almost animalistic. Your thighs shook around Yunho's head, attempting to close, the fingers in his hair tightened to pull at the roots harsher than you meant.

When Yunho's head finally lifted from between your legs, he was grinning ear to ear at you as you slumped breathlessly against his best friend. You could feel Mingi's erection against the base of your spine from where you were laid.

“We're not done with you yet, Dollface.” Mingi cooed mockingly, looking down at your fucked out figure. He pressed a kiss to your forehead when you looked up at him, shaking his head gently and guiding your eyeline back to Yunho.

Your whole body froze. Yunho's swim trunks were chucked haphazardly onto the other chair, his hand slowly jerking his cock. He was huge! Probably the biggest cock you'd ever seen… his girth was impressive alone but you worried if he would even fit.

“____, you good?” He asked encouragingly. Yunho could see the apprehension on your face give way to a determined squint.

“Mhm. Fine, m'good.” Mingi's palms rubbed your sides as you answered.

“Okay, you need to tell Yunho if it's too much.” He stated. “You can make sure to do that, can't you?” He sent you a dazzling smile when you nodded.

You will yourself to relax as the fat head of Yunho's leaky cock makes the first press against you. Just the tip was stinging from the stretch. Mingi hugged your back to his front, kissing up and down the left side of your face and neck. “Relax. Stop tensing.” he demanded softly.

Mingi continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. Praising you, touching you, telling you how much you drove them both crazy. It relaxed your muscles enough to accept Yunho's length, pushing into you further. His teeth harshly bit into his bottom lip, his hips rolling slowly forward to sheath the final few inches in you. The garbled moan you made was accidental, but you were thankful Yunho stayed still to give you time to adjust.

“Holy shit.. are you all the way in?” Such an odd question to ask his best friend, but Mingi was never brash about such things.

Yunho nodded, his voice strained as he answered. “Our Angel’s a good girl. Of course, she took it all.” He grunted at the squeeze of your heat at his words. “I'm so deep.” He marvelled.

Mingi, as if to test his words, pressed his hand on your lower stomach. His eyes bulged out of his head, free hand reaching for your own for you to feel the outline of Yunho's cock. You whined, trying to roll your hips as a signal.

Yunho's thrusts started gentle, light taps of his hips against your thighs. Until you get used to his size, the initial discomfort makes way for blinding pleasure. His movements grow more calculated and hard. Mingi's hand stays on your lower stomach, feeling the way Yunho’s cock nudges your insides.

“Y-Yunho.. Yuuunhooo!” Your throat was hoarse from screaming his name repeatedly. “You're s-so deep!”

His thrusts get firmer, fingers digging into your thighs harder than before. This man was literally rearranging your guts in the best way. Mingi lets his hand glide from your stomach to toy with your clit, circling it with his fingers. It hadn't been long since your last orgasm but you were fast approaching a second. Yunho wasn't much better himself, his pace quickening. He felt his skin prickling as he approached his high.

The moment you fell apart around him, Yunho lost it. His thrusts grew sloppy, hips jittering as he spilt into you. “Fuck, Angel.” he panted. “You're gonna kill me.” Yunho pulled out slowly, taking his time to watch his release leak from you. He felt hot and sweaty but nicely sated.

Mingi manoeuvred your body back to the lounger as he slipped out from under you. The noticeable tent in his trunks caught your eye briefly. “Can you take one more?” He questioned you.

Yunho planted himself back on his own chair, sitting back to watch the two of you. He watched the obedient nod you gave, messy hair falling in front of your face.

Mingi tapped your cheek gently, pushing your hair back before connecting your mouths. The kiss was full of desperation, tongues curling around each other. You protested when he pulled back all too soon. “Turn over.” He helped you roll onto your stomach.

Unlike Yunho, Mingi didn't give a warning that he was going to thrust into you. He still gave you time to adjust, though, that much you were grateful for. His thrusts were brutal from the start.

Mingi wasn't holding back anymore. He wanted you ruined for anyone else but them. You were theirs and theirs only. He had a bruising grip on your hips, guiding them as you bounced back to meet his hips. Your moans and screams for him were constant, you'd surely have a sore throat in the morning.

He was pounding into you much harder than Yunho had. You had the pillow of the lounger in a death grip, back arched. Mingi watched the way your ass cheeks rippled with every bounce against his pelvis. You started to feel overstimulated, this was the quickest in your life you'd had an orgasm build up. Though, it was aided by the previous two and the mass amounts of tension between the three of you. Your lips parted on a silent cry as you came. Your body began to violently tremble.

Mingi pulled out immediately, his hand gripping his cock to empty his come over your ass, pruning deep in his chest. “You did so good.” He praised, breathless.

Your brain felt like it wasn't working. All you could do was dazedly giggle in reply. Thoroughly fucked.

“We broke her.” Mingi laughed, using the same towel you dried yourself with earlier to wipe your ass and lower back. He was sweet enough not to drag the rough material over your sensitive pussy. You were too overstimulated for that and he picked up on it quite quickly.

Both Yunho and Mingi pulled you into the en suite bathroom in Yunho's room a few minutes later. Your legs felt like jelly, and the two were cautious with how they handled you.

After they had showered you, Mingi wrapped you in a big fluffy towel. His arms held you to his body. You still hadn't said much, but your blissed out expression meant that the two men weren't worried.

“C'mon Dollface, you need rest.” Mingi said as he stroked your damp hair behind your ear. “We've got so much more in store for you.”

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twt is killing me here

MINGI WITH A CHUBBY READER

PAIRINGS: Boyfriend mingi X chubby reader

WARNING: NSFW, SFW

A/n: This is something new I'm trying, bear w me Hehe, and don't get me started this man has been on my mind for some days now and it is getting serious.

NOT SO SWF BUT…

Head on your tits while sleeping or cuddling.

Loves to have you on his lap while you are together.

Buys you sundresses and helps you overcome your insecurities of thick thighs.

Would always make you feel loved about your body.

Will lay soft kisses on your cheeks and bite sometimes while cooing about how soft they are.

Will spank your ass every time you're cooking and, loves to see that ass when you crutch down while working out.

NSFW

A whole ass simp when you wear crop tops and skirts.

Will grab your ass anytime you’re near him whether it’s public or when you’re alone.

Will use your big boobs as stress balls.

Constant spanking on your ass while he is fucking you behind.

Oh, doggy style his favorite would love to see you throw your ass back and fuck yourselves on him.

Would lick and leave hickeys on your soft plushy thighs while he is eating you out.

Wishes to get suffocated between your thick thighs.

Will spread your chubby pussy folds just so he can spit and make you messy.

Would fuck you in missionary just to see your boobs bouncing at the speed of his thrusts.

Loves when he fucks his cock between your plushy boobs.

He loves it when you sit on his face with your thighs just beside his head and your face when you fall apart on his tongue.

Body worship to max he would never fail to tell you how pretty you are and would kiss and lick all your stretch marks.

You find him on his knees when you wear those little and tight lingerie for him.

Chosen for Heaven, Cursed for Love

Mingi x Fem Reader

tw: blood, injury, it is pretty angsty

note: finally an official oneshot for my cutie patootie song mingi! I have held this idea for so long and finally got to it! Also didn’t expect it to be this long considering how i kind of lost my rhythm in writing and do note this is a work of fiction. Enjoy the read!

“never talk to strangers.” 

“do not open the door to anyone.” 

You’ve been told this many times by your mother. Growing up she was always protective of you but in a slightly unnecessary way in your opinion. You know she meant well but you are practically an adult now and although she doesn’t remind you of the warnings anymore, her voice is clear as the first time you heard it when you were a child. It was more prominent the moment your eyes stared right at a figure dragging himself outside the road. 

The thunders were exceptionally active tonight and you were binge watching a series but something at the back of your mind told you to pause and head straight to the window. Following your instincts, carefully you stepped closer to the window, pushing the curtains just enough for you to see the situation outside. 

It was still raining but not as harsh as earlier when you were having dinner with both your mother and grandmother. Three women in a house together somehow made you feel the need to be extra protective like how your mother was to you. As the youngest in the household, naturally you were to obey the elders, especially your grandmother. 

However, the sight of a lone man with head hung low dragging himself in the pouring rain made you want to act on impulse. You could not make it clearly but it seems there’s a trail of liquid behind him. It made you extremely curious. Not thinking of the consequences, you were determined to find out what you saw was real or just a fragment of imagination. 

Looking back at their bedrooms to make sure none of the two was awake, you grabbed the keys and carefully unlocked the door and went out. Only then you realised that there was no need to be quiet because it was raining so heavily. The road was empty except for the man and without a second thought you ran towards him not expecting him to stop for you.

“Excuse me, are you lost?” Just then you realised that this would be a perfect scene in a horror movie and how dumb of you to not calculate your actions before deciding to casually talk with this stranger. 

You expected him to be frail but the closer you were now, he was tall and had quite a build. His eyes were shaped in a way that would pierce through your heart like daggers but it suddenly softened when he took in your features.

“...princess” he mumbled out but you couldn’t hear due to the storm and held his arm instead. “Your back is bleeding, did you get into an accident?” He said nothing and only had a very solemn expression across his wet face. 

You knew this was crazy but if this is how you die then so be it. “I don’t think the rain will stop any time soon. Do you mind coming with me?” Your mother will faint if she knew what you were doing right at the moment.

Again, he said nothing but slightly turned around letting you guide him. You passed a smile before letting go of his hand a walk ahead, actually feeling scared for your life. There is no turning back, I already invited him over. 

You tried to calm your heartbeat and steadied your breath as you stepped onto the porch. He quietly followed behind you when you opened the door. “Can you go up by yourself? My room is on the immediate right. I’ll be right there.” You didn’t wait for his answer and headed straight to the kitchen trying to find a rag to wipe the blood covered floor.  

“He’s bleeding a lot. I wonder what happened…” You made sure to take glances just in case any of the two ladies decided to get up and have a midnight snack and caught you suspiciously wiping the floor in the dark. You pat the floor and sniff your palm and surprisingly no stain or copperish smell was there.

Making your way upstairs and heading straight into your room, only to find him standing at a corner as if afraid he might break anything if he moved any further into your space. 

“Come over to the bed, I’ll clean up your wounds.” You were way too cheerful about this strange situation and remembering that he was a stranger and potentially might be dangerous for everyone in the house right now had you switched your personality to a less friendlier one. 

“I’m fine over here.” He noticed how your eyes widened when he spoke and averted his eyes away. Woah, he has a very deep voice. Snap out of it! It’s time to help. You grabbed a folding chair that happens to be in your room for some reason and called him over to sit which he was hesitant but listened to you anyways. 

You observed his appearance and pinch a bit of the fabric he was wearing. It looked and felt like silk but somewhat rougher as you rub on it. “Do you mind if I take this off, I need to see how badly your injury is.” You can tell he was unsure about everything that was going on but decided to trust you. As he crossed his arms to take the top off, you heard him winced as he immediately hunched to the front. 

“I guess the pain just got to you.” He remained in that position as you went to grab a pair of scissors and carefully cut it through the material on his back. Nothing could have prepared you for what you were seeing. There was a deep hole on each side of his back as if something was ripped off from his body. Taking off the cloth from his body you quickly pressed the wounds and hoped the bleeding would eventually stop. 

You didn’t know why but hearing him hissing and groaning in pain worried you. From time to time you apologised and told him to hang in there as you cleaned his wounds up and bandaged the upper part of his torso. “My mother is a nurse so I know a thing or two. Although I must say this is my first time actually doing this.” You dabbed a wet cloth over his face and could not help but be awestruck at his defined features. But why was he wandering in the streets in the middle of a thunderstorm heavily injured?

“Can I ask what’s your name?” you were prepared for him to lash out at you but he didn’t and answered you simply with “Mingi.” You unconsciously smiled to yourself as you repeated his name unaware of his flustered reaction to hearing your voice saying his name.

“What actually happened to you, Mingi?” You asked as you plopped down in front of him and started putting band aids on his feet to which he surprised you by grabbing hold of your wrist. “Y-you don’t have to go that far...” It seemed that he didn’t trust you enough to share anything other than his name. You take that as a cue to back away and give him space.

You watched as Mingi mustered up all the energy left to sit up straight. At the sight of his pained expression, you softened even more feeling helpless at your limited capabilities to help him feel better. “I have a bathroom over there, you can use it while I grab a change of pants for you to wear.” His face remained unchanged as he continued to stare at you. Before standing up to leave the room, you did not forget to pass him a smile. 

It was like mission impossible for you, going into the spare room and even sneaking into your mother’s room to find anything that belonged to your father or grandfather and actually managed to do so. Placing the pyjama pants in front of the bathroom, you informed Mingi about the garment and went about the sleeping arrangement for the night. 

You heard the door open and turned to speak only to flutter your eyes away at the sight of him. “You can have my bed, I’ll sleep right here.” You pointed at the space right next to the bed. He stepped closer with yet the same pained expression. You wonder if it’s from his injuries or something else that you have no knowledge of. 

“You don’t have to do all this”

“I want to. I don’t feel great if you sleep on the floor with such serious wounds.” You gave him no choice and quickly laid down on the layered futon you made. Mingi huffed at your actions and reluctantly went to occupy your bed. You heard him groan and peek through the blanket to watch him find a comfortable position to rest. He did not notice you sitting up and observing him toss and turning on the bed until you let out a sound. 

“I think the only way to sleep is on your front.” You patted your chest and gave him a lopsided smile. He sighed, taking your advice as he lay down on his front, head turning to the side. You too were back under the blanket and stared right at the ceiling. It was indeed a weird night for you. Initially everything seemed crazy and dangerous but those feelings seemed to die down as the night went by. 

“Would you believe me If I say I fell?” At his voice, you turn to your side and look at him genuinely interested. “You fell?” He nodded. “I fell…from the sky.” He scoffed at the obvious confusion written on your face. “Are you being serious right now?” Again, Mingi nodded. 

“I know you won’t believe me. But that’s what happened.” His lips slightly curved upwards as if hoping for you to believe him despite knowing that would be impossible in that short amount of time.

“I believe you,” His eyes widened at your words. “But there has to be more to that, right?” You yawned right after and Mingi could only watch as you slowly drift off to sleep leaving him alone to his thoughts. 

The warmth and slight sweat woke you up from the fantasy-like dream. Looking around, you realised that you were no more on the floor and was laid down on the bed with the heavy comforter covering you like a baby. “I wasn’t dreaming…” slightly panicking in your half awake state, you stepped down and went straight to the direction of the voices that seemed too normal to be true. 

Your eyes met. There he was, the man that wasn’t part of your dreams but was clearly in your room last night, lying almost pathetically on your bed. Your eyes then glance to the women, your mother had this stiff aura around her while your grandmother ushered you to come closer. 

“I can explain” You nervously said, voice trembling as your palms came up in defence. “Sit down, dear. Mingi here told us everything.” Confused was an understatement at that moment. What does she mean by he told them everything? The only man at the dining table did not utter a word as he fiddled with the mug’s handle as if it was the most interesting item at that moment.  

“He told us…where it’s more like grandma here figured out what happened. And you better thank the Heavens that it was her who found out first and not me.” Your mother sighed with a disappointed look and you were sure that Mingi’s body reacted to the word Heavens. Everything was happening so fast, you had so many things to say and to ask but nothing was coming out of your mouth.

“I found this feather outside your bedroom door. Right after that, this young man opened the door and gave me a good surprise.” The old lady laughed as she stroked the single bird-like feather in her hands.

“Your mother and I changed his bandages since it was soaked with blood. You did well trying to help this unfortunate young man, dear.” Her words were sincere and felt like a compliment but the daggers from your mother said otherwise. As if telling you that bringing Mingi in your house was the last thing you should have done. 

There was a short silence hanging in the air before he suddenly spoke. “Can we talk? Just the two of us?” You turned to look at him and unconsciously nodded at his words. He stood up, excused himself and walked away. “Sweetie, whatever you do, please think of yourself first.” Getting slightly annoyed by your mother, you said nothing and went to find Mingi.

You saw him by the steps outside and went to sit next to him. “Hey” you murmured, enough for him to hear you. It felt awkward and kind of weird and you then realised that you were still in your pyjamas which was fine considering you were at home but there is this inhumane looking being right next to you that made you feel inferior all of a sudden.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, totally! Sorry…I mean yes everything is fine.” Clearing your throat, you calmed down and continued, “You wanted to talk to me, right?” His eyes never left your face as if trying to remember every detail and sketch it in his mind on repeat. The way your head tilted made him feel something he never experienced before.

“This is going to sound really weird but I actually fell…” 

“Yeah you told me last night-”

“From heaven”

“Oh”   

There was a deafening silence as you hugged your legs closer to your chest when the wind suddenly rushed over. “So that feather earlier was yours?” He nodded, worry painted all over his face as he waited for you to gather your thoughts. “Hold on, that injury on your back… Mingi, are you an angel?” A hand clasped over your mouth as you watched him frowned further at your words. 

“I was one. But not anymore. A-are you scared of me?” You shook your head denying almost instantly. “No, of course not. It’s just…what happened?” You noticed he was a bit restless and carefully gathered his palms in yours, stroking his knuckles to assure him that you were indeed not scared of him.

“I desired for something I should not have even thought of in the first place. I wished to live as a human and that alone got me banished.” Your fingers curled tighter on his cold ones as you waited for him to continue on. “I was your guardian angel actually,” He chuckled dryly when your eyes widened at the revelation. 

“I knew everything about you. How sensitive you are to others emotions, how you argue a lot with your mother and your grandmother always siding with you. I know how your father…how he called you princess to stop you from crying. I knew then that I had to be there for you, not from up there but right next to you.” Mingi then pressed his forehead to yours, his hands now shifted to hold yours instead. 

“I was different from the rest. I had human emotions and I realised that I was in love with you. I wanted to be with you, princess.” His tears dropped right on your skin, each drop was warmer than the one before. Your lips parted wanting to utter something but as usual nothing came out. Everything happened so fast that there was no time to properly think and come up with something that will not sound half hearted. 

You most definitely did not want to hurt him further than what he had gone through. You can’t even imagine the pain he endured from being different like the rest yet you had nothing to say to him as of that moment. Mingi backed away when he felt you pulling your hands from his hold. His face wore the most heart wrenching expression you have ever seen on a person.  

You glanced back towards the door and windows, making sure there were no signs of the two nosy ladies before looking right back at Mingi. Shyly nodding your head, you waited for him to take the lead as you closed your eyes. Heat rushed to your face as embarrassment took over your whole being.  

“I would have given you a big warm hug but I don’t want to hurt you.” Your eyes wandered to the bandages wrapped neatly around his torso. All of this was new to you. A fallen guardian angel confessing his love to you a day after you saved him from near death. How would one even react to all of this?

“Then, can I kiss you?” His deep voice interrupted the sea of thoughts that would have given away how drifted you were from the reality of the situation.

“Princess”

“Y-yes Mingi?”

“I don’t exactly know how to kiss. Can you-”

Cupping his face, you leaned over to kiss him before another thought could invade both your anxious minds. You felt his strong arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you impossibly close as you deepened the kiss. A loud rumbling from above had both of you parted with chest heaving heavily from lack of air. 

“I think the Heavens are angry with us.” You joked trying to lighten the mood when Mingi suddenly pulled you in for another hug, nuzzling his nose on your neck as he softly pressed his lips on your skin. 

“I don’t care if they are. I have you this close to me and that’s all that matters. I love you princess. My heaven on earth.” 

you and me = forever

Needy for you - S.M

A/N; just a little oneshot that’s been in my head for so long. Enjoy!

Word count: 150

You pull at Mingi’s belt, whining to bring his as close as physically possible.

“I know you’re needy baby, hold on.” He says softly laughing after almost falling on top of you on the couch. Mingi straddles you, his eyes exploring your body while your cheeks that he oh-so loves to kiss everyday grow rosy.

“I could stay like this forever.” You didn’t expect that to escape from his mouth since he usually takes the intense route when it comes to sex together. But right now was different, you could see the change in his eyes as he kept admiring you from what felt so far away. Squirming underneath him just trying to release some tension from your gut. His hands pin your hips down with a wink and a smirk.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you what you want.” Announces the return of the Mingi you know and love.

Fix on 😎