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haosweater · 5 months ago

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my needy boyfriend

synopsis: mingi is kind of obsessed with you. it's adorable really...

pairing: sub!mingi x reader

warnings: SMUT (18+), needy boyfriend!mingi, taunting, unprotected sex, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, slight dacryphilia

word count: 1k

note: mingi gives off such himbo energy and i need to reflect my neediness in him :D

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Mingi is just so easy.

With a mere suggestive look sent his way, a flirty little smile, or a quick peek of your cleavage, he grows achingly hard under his pants before he even processes what’s happening.

His brows cinch together worryingly as he attempts to strategically hold a book or his jacket in front of the desperation pressing against his pants.

He looks so pitifully pretty when he meets your stare, brown eyes silently begging you to take care of him so he doesn't have to walk around like that all day.

Every night his big hands shakily ghost over the softness of your thighs like he’s apprehensive to touch something so precious. Your poor boyfriend can barely handle the barest touches before he’s on his knees, begging for more.

When you finally give him what he wants, he looks a mess under you with his fluffy hair, kiss-swollen lips, and pants barely shoved halfway down his legs because of how eager he was.

You’re completely bare on top of him, skin hot against his as you stare down at the pretty sight of your flushed boyfriend, panting sweetly under you. Mingi melts against your body with a whiny moan, hips desperately rutting against yours as you pin him against the couch.

Your hot mouth drags against his sensitive neck as you grind down on him. With each slow drag of your hips, his cock slips in between the slick folds of your pussy, just barely pressing against your entrance, but never fully pushing in.

You can tell by the low choked out moans and the subtle sheen of his teary eyes that he’s already overwhelmed by your teasing.

“Baby, p-please stop – I’m about to –”

You giggle at his pathetic whimpers begging you to stop before he cums from the mere touch of your pussy. He hasn’t even pushed in yet.

You dip down to capture his lips, hands cradling his jaw as you pull him closer. His body practically vibrates as he eagerly returns the kiss, his mouth clumsily moving against yours.

“If you’re gonna cum, do it inside of me…” You whisper against his mouth, reaching between your heated bodies to line him up to your entrance. You feel him twitch in your hand as he processes what you just said.

“Y-you’d let me do that?” He’s breathless as he looks up at you with wide adoring eyes. His chest rises rapidly as he anticipates your next move.

“Only if you want to, baby.” You coo as you slowly sit yourself down onto his cock.

“Yes —” He whines, his hands immediately moving to wrap around your waist, pressing firmly against your softness as he struggles to get used to the euphoric feeling of your pussy squeezing around him. “I-I do – please, let me.”

“Fill me up then~”

Mingi’s hips stutter as they buck upwards against you, seeking that impossible closeness that he craves insatiably when it comes to you. His cock sinfully fills you up until your legs are shaking as you struggle to hold yourself up.

Despite his soft and needy nature, your boyfriend is not small by any means. If he wanted to, he could have you pinned against the wall, screaming his name for hours at a time as he makes you cum around his cock.

His hand could easily wrap around your throat and leave beautiful marks on your skin – but that’s not his style. Though he regularly leaves you feeling sore whenever he pushes into you (which is often), Mingi is the one who falls apart and begs for more.

“Fffuck, you’re so wet for me, baby,” he pants, staring up at you with pure infatuation in his eyes, “you’re so pretty – mmhn, so fucking p-pretty…”

He fucks up into you with fervor, addicted to the feeling of your tight pussy fluttering around him and the way your nails scrape desperately against the bare skin of his chest and shoulders. You feel so good he can barely think.

“C’mon, Mingi,” You roll your hips against him, pressing your hands against his firm chest for support. “Fill me up and give me a baby.”

“A-anything – anything for you, baby.” He sounds wrecked as he attempts to answer you.He’s barely thrusting into you as he starts to reach his climax, but you’re still moving above him.

You moan loudly as you attempt to grind against him, his cock drags deliciously against that special spot inside of you. The closeness of your body presses his pelvis directly against your clit, adding another layer of stimulation to the mix.

"O-oh my god, Mingi!"

Sharp bouts of ecstasy are marked with every move you make. You tremble against him in pleasure as heat takes over your body. Stuttering out a moan, you clench around him as an orgasm abruptly rushes through you.

Your back arches as your climax fizzles through every nerve in your body, and Mingi can only groan at the feeling as you push him to the edge.

"Y-yes yes yes yes..." He breathes out barely audible words as he fucks your through your high. He’s still so eager, even with your fucked-out, pliant body now laying over him.

With every small thrust he makes, you suck him back into your wet pulsing pussy, drawing out another ruined whine from his pretty pink lips. The most he can do is hold you down onto him and force you to take all of him as his cock twitches wildly inside of you.

You caress his messy hair fondly, pushing it off his forehead so you can watch as his eyes roll back in pleasure.

He cries out and a familiar warmth shoots into you several times, completely painting your insides. You’re so full that it starts to drip out -- down the sides of his cock and onto the sheets.

He's panting under you, completely ruined by his orgasm, hips still flexing uncontrollably against yours. You lovingly comfort him by pressing small kisses over his heated face and along his neck.

"You came a lot, baby~" You slowly lift your hips until he's barely inside of you so he can feel his cum drip from your overstuffed pussy.

“Fuck, I made a mess again…” Mingi says sheepishly, biting his lower lip as he looks at what he's done.

"Clean it up."

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haosweater · 6 months ago

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ignite

content: lee "gumayusi" minhyung x gn! reader, steamy (no smut), mutual pining. warnings: swearing, lots of sexual tension, jealousy, making out, borderline sexual content, no genitals mentioned.

summary: you can feel it. the tension in the air is thick, filled with yearning and desire. but can he feel it too?

word count: 2.5k

note: of course my first t1 fic had to be about him… hopefully this reaches the right audience. please, do enjoy <3 [not beta read]

your entire friendship with lee minhyung was all a blur. well, it wasn’t really. not until recently.

the thin line between friendship and what can only be described as deep-rooted yearning and desire.

it started when he sat a little too close to you during a game of mario kart. funnily enough, you’d never really minded him sitting near you, but the way his skin grazed against yours felt strange. in that moment, it was as if there were only the two of you in the space. the proximity was thrilling, and you felt so much smaller beside him. it made your heart race.

glancing up at him, you stare at his face, trying to figure out what you were feeling. alas, it only made it worse. this heat from deep within your core coiled, this feeling of utter bliss building slowly. it could almost be described as orgasmic.

when he’d won, you turned, mentally readying yourselg for his bragging and insults. but that didn’t happen. all it took was one look at him for that feeling in the pit of your stomach to stir. his long hair framed his face perfectly, his deep, hazel eyes pulling you in, the way his lips curled into a cocky smirk made your heart flutter.

“gotcha,” he said, voice low and arrogant. instead of the usual annoyance that’d course through your veins, you felt oodly drawn to him. it took all your self-control to not lunge at him right there and then. you had to clear your throat and quickly look away to avoid anymore embarrassment.

yet you couldn’t shake this feeling. the way he looked at you, the way he ignited a fire inside you that you now deemed insatiable. you felt damned, unable to claw at the itch this yearning stirred within you.

this torturous thirst, a thirst that claimed your heart, body, and soul– fuck, this tantalising thirst. alas, the only thing that would quench this sickening thirst, was lee minhyung himself.

you needed him badly.

god, sometimes you hated how much you wanted him. how badly you wanted him. to hold him, to touch him, to kiss him. you craved the warmth of his body, the way his skin felt against yours– you wanted him in ways you couldn’t comprehend.

if only he knew how the most sinful thoughts you had were caged behind your self-restraint and respect for the friendship. you held all of it back.

wooje was the only one you could (partially) confide in. he was your closest friend aside from minhyung and didn’t judge you as much as you knew the others would.

“sheesh, that sounds like a nightmare,” he said nonchalantly, offering you some of his water. “so, what’re you gonna do about it?”

you blink comically, sipping slowly. “what d’ya mean?”

he arches an eyebrow, giving you a more judgemental look. “are you going to find a way to tell him? or just keep quiet?”

you sigh, flopping onto the boy’s bed. “i don’t know,” you admit in defeat. “like, what the fuck am i supposed to say? ‘hey, i think you’re hot, wanna hold hands and make out?’ no way,” you huff while wooje lets out an amused snort.

“well, if you don’t tell him about this, your friendship is as good as gone, y’know,” he mumbles, fingers flying across his keyboard as you groan.

“i hate how right you are.”

the boy smirks. “i’m always right.”

rolling your eyes, you’re about to throw a snarky comment back when someone knocks on his door. “come in!” wooje shouts, eyes still fixed on his screen.

you scoff, turning to look at whoever what knocked. and there, stood minhyung in the doorway, staring straight at you.

“what’s up, hyung?” he asks, turning to look at the older male. he notices how he’s fixated on you, and turns to your direction. “ye?”

minhyung snaps out of his daze, apologising under his breath. you cock your head in confusion, wondering why he was so flustered.

looking back at wooje, you’re not surprised that he had turned to you and shoots a mischevious look. the sly grin on his face elicits an eye roll from you, followed by a deep sigh.

“sorry, wooje-ya, i was looking for y/n.”

your head shoots up when he says your name. “me?” you question as he nods, beckoning for you to follow him. “well, guess it’s my lucky day,” you mutter under your breath as the younger male bursts into a fit of laughter.

minhyung is utterly confused when you whack wooje’s head, leaving the boy laughing even harder. “ignore him, let’s go,” you grumble, glaring at the boy one last time before closing his room door. “so, what did you need me for?”

the man looks down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “are you and wooje dating?”

“huh?”

your confused expression is rather amusing to minhyung, but he doesn’t falter. “no, i’m not dating wooje. where is this even coming from?” you ask, waving your hands around.

he lets out a relieved sigh. “now what’s that supposed to mean?” you question, even more confused than before. “what does my dating life have to do with you anyways, minhyung?”

“let’s talk in private, yeah?”

you turn around, ready to kick up a fuss, when you see sanghyeok and hyeonjun standing at the end of the hall. the amused expression on the younger boy’s face has you scowling, but the grin on the older male’s face as he waves at you is perplexing. what on earth was going on?

before you could protest, minhyung had grabbed your hand, pulling you into his own room. “good luck, y/n!” hyeonjun’s voice echoes in the hallway as sanghyeok giggles. “bet they’re gonna…” their voices trailed off after that.

as minhyung closed the door, you sit on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. this was simply nerve-wrecking. what on earth did he want to discuss so privately? you bit your bottom lip as you pondered.

“so…” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. you look up at him as he visibly gulps. “i’m sorry that question was so out-of-pocket,” he says sheepishly.

“it’s fine, minhyung,” you clarify. “but why’d you ask?”

he sighs, sitting next to you on his bed. not too close that you were uncomfortable, but not too far that he wasn’t distant. “you gotta promise you won’t judge or laugh at me first.”

you raise your hand awkwardly, as if you were taking an oath as he chuckles. woah, that stirred something inside of you, but you chose to ignore it.

he inhales, still hesitant to speak. you’re about to reach for his hand, wanting to caress his knuckles with your thumb. you want to touch him, but you know that electrifying feeling will only spur you to crave more. you still had some dignity in you (or did you really?)

before your imagination can take you further, minhyung speaks, snapping you out of your daze. “i’ve been feeling these emotions that are so…” he trails off, trying to find the words he needs. “so strong. so confusing. i don’t know what it is, but it’s like a magnetic pull. i can’t help but… be drawn to you.”

oh my god. you swear you’re about to combust right there and then. is your face flushed? you can feel it heating up. oh my goodness, this can’t be happening. you needed someone to pinch you (there’s no one around, so you pinch yourself). ow.

minhyung grabs your hand suddenly and you feel a shiver run down your spine as he let out a soft gasp. oh my god, he was feeling this too.

as he speaks, minhyung slowly moves closer to you, and you welcome it. “you’re gorgeous, smart, talented– and my god, so funny. it hurts to not be with you. i can’t breathe without you near me. god, y/n,” his breath is heavy, eyes glazed.

you’re tempted to lunge forward and take him right there and then, but you hold back, waiting for him to finish.

“i cannot live without you.”

you intertwine your fingers with his slowly, finally letting out that deep breath you had been holding in. “i’m completely in love with you too, minhyung. i thought i was the only one feeling this way,” you confess as his eyes lit up.

“how could you think that?” he asks, eyes big and wide. “i thought i was being painfully obvious.”

“i didn’t want to assume. our friendship meant too much to me,” you admit with a sheepish smile. “god, the tension between us has been killing me.”

minhyung tilts his head awkwardly. “i didn’t know how to approach it. didn’t want to seem like i had inappropriate intentions with you,” he rolls his eyes at the thought. “god forbid.”

he leans back, legs spreading open as he lets out a relieved sigh. you’re doing your best to not stare because the feeling in the pit of your stomach had still not gone. was it disrespectful to be thinking such heinous thoughts after minhyung had just poured his heart out to you?

probably.

you look at his face shyly, trying to gauge a reaction from him. surprisingly, he was staring straight at you, the look on his face setting your stomach on fire.

gulping, you slowly turn around. you had to test the waters. you’d never know otherwise, would you?

“minhyung-ah,” you begin, gripping onto his soft sheets. “would it be okay if we…” you pause, unsure of how to continue.

the smirk on his face turns you on beyond belief and you shudder, trying to compose yourself. “would it be okay if we acted on these feelings right now?”

he leans forward, breath hot. “i thought you’d never ask,” he mumbles, gaze flickering between your eyes and lips.

you lick your lips unconsciously and he inhales a sharp breath. “may i?” you point at his lap hesitantly as he nods, cheeks aflame. scratch that, his whole body was on fire from anticipation.

with a deep breath, you climb onto his lap. “are…” you trail off, gulping nervously. “are you sure you want this?”

minhyung’s large hands slowly slide onto your hips, his breathing ragged. “i’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” he sighs as you cup his face gently.

“fuck, i’ve wanted you for so long,” you gasp, indulging in his burning touch. his fingers traced your hips, admiring you like a masterpiece. “i need you so bad.”

a roll of your hips elicits a moan from guma. “oh my god,” he pants, eyes screwed shut as he tossed his head back. “you’re absolutely gorgeous— fucking perfection,” his voice is raspy and that stirs something deep inside you.

“minhyung, please,” you beg, resting your forehead against his. “fuck, please let me kiss you. please, please, god, i need to taste you.”

he groans, his grip on your hips tightening. “don’t have to ask me twice,” he mutters before lunging forward and kissing you with vigour.

the kiss was addictive. you couldn’t get enough of it. his lips were like a light, intoxicating wine, and god be damned, you’d become an alcoholic for him.

the feeling of his plush lips against yours, his hips jerking upwards for even an ounce of friction— everything was overwhelming. but even with all that, you wanted more. you needed more.

every time you pulled back for air, you’d feel his hot breath against your lips. his large, glazed eyes, the way he licked his lips, still staring at yours, all this made you even more breathless. you knew he wanted more. you knew he needed more. more of you. and this wasn’t just lust, no, it was pure desire. which made it all the more exciting.

“more, please,” he’d pant, staring into your eyes before kissing you again. your nails dug into his shoulders, trying to hold on as he kissed you like his life depended on it. your tongue darted out, slipping between his lips as he gasped. his tongue against yours was soft, but eager, as if he was trying to taste you.

this was insane. after so long, wondering if he felt the same, wondering if the tension you felt was just in your head, you could finally kiss minhyung, touch him, feel him. he was yours. euphoria was an understatement to how you felt.

every time you pulled away, he’d chase after your lips, a whine emitting from his throat. it turned you on even more knowing how much he wanted you.

“god, you’re divine,” he moans, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. “i’d worship you for the rest of your life if you’d let me.”

“you can do whatever you want with me, minhyung,” you shamelessly spew. “as long as you’re by my side– i don’t care.”

he leaned in, breath hot against your skin as he peppered kisses on your neck. you let out a gasp, clutching onto his hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. through this, his hands continued to wander. he caressed your stomach, down to your plush thighs.

the heat that pooled between your legs grew as he fingers traced circles in your inner thighs. “minhyung,” you gasped, holding onto him even tighter.

“shh, just relax,” he whispered into your ear as you whined. “let me make you feel good.”

his fingers inched closer and closer to your clothed core. you unknowingly moved your hips against his touch, yearning and craving for at least a morsel of friction. anything would do right now.

minhyung chuckled as he pulled your shorts aside, ready to work his hands to pleasure you and make up for lost time.

that is, until you’re both startled by the very loud banging on his door. you both jump at the sound, heads whipping to stare at the entrance.

“ya lee minhyung!” hyeonjun’s voice boomed through the door. “we have a meeting to get to!” he shouts as you hear wooje and minseok giggling.

“sorry to interrupt your… personal time,” sanghyeok jokes. “but we have work to get to,” he says calmly. “so your couple time is gonna have to wait.”

embarrassment began to settle in as minhyung groaned, clearly irritated. “i forgot about that,” he muttered, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

you laugh. “it’s okay,” you smile. “we can continue this later, can’t we?” you arch an eyebrow playfully as he hums.

looking up at you, he smiles sweetly. “i love you, y/n. i always will.”

“and i love you, minhyung. no matter what,” you lean in, savouring his lips once again with a smile.

“so did you guys use protection?” hyeonjun’s voice continued through the door. “or did you guys not get to boom shakalaka?”

“SHUT UP!”

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